A cry broke from her throat, and she dug her hands into the furs of the bed when her hips lifted off the mattress. That first touch had been like adding fuel to a wildfire that was already too out of control.
And every deliberate, flat lick that followed had her skin flushed all the way from her cheeks to her chest. The liquid of her arousal pooled more at her entrance while her chest shook up and down at the torrent of sparks of pleasure his tongue gave her.
He hummed a noise of satisfaction when he finally dipped down to take it for himself. That alone had been enough praise to tell her he didn’t need words, especially when he speared her a moment later for more.
Her lips parted, her eyes flashed open, while her head tilted back at the swift penetration. Her adjustment was followed with her vision dazing as she laxed, moaning on each back-and-forth sweep.
Why does that feel so good?
His tongue was flexible, swirling, twisting, before folding when it reached her cervix. It was long enough that he was able to caress her throbbing clit at the same time, rubbing it up and down as he slipped in and out.
She arched into each stroke, her legs twitching. I’m going to come. Just by this, by him using his tongue on her.
Her eyes bowed, wanting to, wanting to clamp that flexible limb and fall into bliss. But she always got a little too relaxed and satisfied after she came.
“Orpheus,” she panted, reaching down to grab his horns and yank on him.
He answered with a growl while his claws dug into the bed. He shook his head, trying to get her to release him so he could continue. He didn’t want to release his treat.
“C-come here,” she begged, trying her hardest not to come, to not clench him so she couldn’t.
It was nearly an impossible battle.
“You wanted me to touch you,” he said, his tone dark and deeper than normal that it made her shiver. “You said I could taste you, and I want to make you come around my tongue, to taste your nectar.”
His speed increased, spearing her faster, swirling, twirling. Her vision split into two. Oh fuck. I’m going to come. I’m going to come. I’m going to…
A flush of heat rose everywhere beneath her flesh, telling her twitching body she was about to fall over the edge.
“I want your cock, Orpheus!” she screamed, her body squirming.
He froze right before she came, and her heart nearly burst out of her chest. Her needy core was thrumming around his tongue, sending signals to the rest of her that it ached for the orgasm that was right there. One more lick, one more movement, and she thought she might have.
“My cock?” He withdrew from her, raising to his knees to show her had partially extruded, that the spiral of his tentacles were showing, shaking and shuddering to keep the rest of him down. The tips of them where they were thinner were black, while the thick base of them were the same dark purple of his tongue. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Y-yes.” Her pussy pulsated for it, begged for it.
She didn’t feel like herself, like something had taken over her. Her body was trembling all over with uncontrollable spasms that wouldn’t relent. She was wet and she thought she might burst out of her skin if she didn’t get what she wanted.
And she wanted this Duskwalker more than anything right now.
She watched him willingly release his tentacles, untwisting and splaying them so that his cock could push through to its full length. Her eyes bowed in want at the sight of it.
It’s purple. And she could see every detail of it.
The two nearly fist-sized bulges at the base, the girth of it as it jutted up from between his hips. That deep indent that ran from the bottom all the way to the top until it reached the mushroom head. It dipped in slightly, following that line to the slit at the top where she could see a pearl of white liquid had already formed. Those tiny, soft frills that ran around the rim of his cockhead that also went down three sides of him.
The tentacles were wiggling in the air like they were seeking something, and she knew they just wanted something to hold.
He was awaiting her reaction at revealing himself to her, to see if she’d back away from her decision. She panted at it, every cell, every fibre, every nerve ending in her body weeping for it.
“Please,” she whispered.
A growl vibrated from his throat, and he grabbed her thigh to yank her across the bed. Before she could even finish her gasp of surprise, Reia was moaning when he shoved two fingers inside her.
“I will try to be gentle,” he told her, his voice growly from his excitement. “But I have been waiting a long time for you to give me this.” He leaned down on one elbow so he could sweep his tongue over her breast, making sure he caught her nipple, before moving up to her neck to be closer to her ear. He thrusted his fingers twice before he added a third, her body adjusting easily to them. “And I have already been preparing you.”