Orpheus hissed in a breath when his hips uncontrollably moved forward, his cock seeking the nursing comfort of warmth and inner walls sheltering it.
He moved his arm from on top of her and grabbed it. I’ve extruded. In his sleep, bombarded by different sensations, his cock had extended all the way past his tentacles that weren’t holding it back.
It ached in a way no human could understand. There was a reason his tentacles held his shaft back. It didn’t like being uncovered for long periods of time and required the wet warmth of them or to be buried in his slit, or hers, and it stung to be unsheltered for this long without stimulation to make his lubricant seep out. He could only imagine how long he’d been this engorged and free.
His body was excited from earlier, from having felt Reia finally, being connected to her and having her want to share their bodies.
But she was asleep, and he was ashamed that he’d allowed himself to get to this deeply aroused state when she may feel vulnerable.
Using the palm of his hand, he pulled his hips away from her and started pushing down. He held back his whimpers as he tried to stem his shudders of revulsion at what he was doing. Uncomfortable pain radiated across his groin and his cock protested.
He was too engorged to do this, too hard, but he shoved down anyway. His tentacles twisted around, trying to aid him and waiting for him to push down enough that they could encompass it all the way to the head.
Tension was stiffening his muscles, making his fur and fins raise.
There was no sigh of relief when they wrapped around him completely. Not when the base was putting severe pressure on his insides behind his seam.
“Orpheus?” he heard her sleep-filled and groggy voice ask.
“Sorry,” he rasped, wiping his hand on the fur of his thigh to remove his lubricant from it, that was thicker than normal from drying out, so he could rub her arm soothingly. “I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.”
I don’t want her to leave my arms. He wanted her to stay here more than anything so he could hold her.
“Is something the matter?” She rolled over slightly by twisting to her back.
He had to duck his hips back, so she didn’t feel his cock was still partially extruded to the length of his tentacles that fought to keep it back.
“Nothing is the matter.” He blindly ducked his head forward to nuzzle her, not daring to open his sight.
“Then why are you shaking?”
That was because he was fighting his own body.
Her hand reached behind her to feel him, and her fingers brushed the back of his tentacles. He expected her hand to recoil away, but instead she stroked them like she was trying to understand if what she was feeling was really there.
“You’re aroused?” The croak in her voice reminded him that moments before she had been asleep, and guilt soared through him harder.
“I am sorry,” he apologised again, opening his sight that was a deep purple so he could find her cheek safely and nuzzle his snout against it. “Go back to sleep. I will not touch you. I would like to keep holding you while you rest.”
There were no candles lit, and the only thing she would be able to see was the glow of his orbs highlighting his skull.
She reached back to cup his snout, grazing her hand up and down the length of it.
“I liked you inside me,” she told him, and his cock almost shot forward, making his body jolt as the tentacles pulled to fight it. She turned her head and kissed the other side of his face. “If you want to, you can.”
“But you were sleeping, Reia,” he said, tilting his head in confusion.
“I don’t mind.” She kissed him again, her lips soft against the fangs of his mouth. “You don’t have to be so hesitant with me, Orpheus. Anytime you want me, take me. I want you to.”
“Anytime?” he asked, slipping his arms around her as he brought himself closer.
“Whenever you want. If I don’t want to, I’ll tell you.”
Anytime… Whenever I want? Orpheus groaned, rolling forward until he was lying on top with her face down on her stomach. His legs were around hers that were straight and clamped between his thighs.
“How about now?”
He drew his tongue from between her shoulders blades and up until he was slipping it over her neck and the corner of her jaw.
She spread her thighs as far as his own would let them go, leaving the tiniest gap to present herself with. Then she rolled her hips back, stroking the back of his tentacles with the cleft of her cheeks.
“Yes.”
Inside. I need inside. He lifted his body enough so that he could see as he looked down the valley of their bodies. I need her cunt around me. The warm, wet, rippling well of her pussy. He needed it to comfort him, to nurse his aching cock.