“So, you didn’t feel any desire to eat me, or even Katerina?”
He shook his head before tilting it as he brushed his claws over her bare shoulder, making her skin prickle with goosebumps.
“No. Even earlier when I was chasing you or when I smelt your blood, I didn’t feel hunger.” She knew he looked back to her when he lifted his face. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
His fingertips lightly trailed over the five small slices around her waist from where he’d cut her with his claws when he came.
They stung a little but were mostly okay.
“I liked it. I liked you being like that. I want you to be yourself. To take me anyway you want without being worried.”
“You are so perfect, my bride.” He leaned forward and bumped the tip of his snout against her cheek affectionately.
That was the first time he’d called her his bride, and her smile grew brighter.
She leaned into his bony skull to return his touch.
“And you are wonderful, my big, beautiful Duskwalker.”
“Beautiful?” He reared his head back as dark yellow seeped into his orbs. He lifted his hand to touch at the wolfish skull of his face. “You are beautiful, Reia. I look like a monster.”
Her brows knitted while her eyes bowed to hear him call himself that.
“I disagree. I think you look lovely. You have an other-worldly, ethereal kind of beauty, Orpheus, and I’m so glad I allowed myself to see it.” She rose herself enough so that she could place her lips against one of his largest fangs. “You are also very sweet, and I fell for you because of who you are.”
His orbs turned a reddish-pink in embarrassment, and she couldn’t stop herself from laughing. So damn sweet.
“Here, let me show you.”
Reia slipped her hand from his chest down his body.
His abdomen dipped when they drifted over his navel. Then she started brushing her fingertips over the seam that hid his cock.
“What are you—” His words were cut short when Reia started pushing her fingers inside him.
His head tilted back, his body tensed, when almost slimy wetness greeted her once she’d sunk them in to her knuckles. It was confusing inside. She didn’t know if she was touching a soft cock or a flexible tentacle.
She creased her brows in concentration as she looked down, seeing that his hands were fisting the furs next to them. She dug deeper, and he whimpered. Just when she thought she felt the frills on his cockhead, and that it was stiffening enough for her to find it in the hot and soft mess behind his seam, one of his hands shot forward to grab her wrist.
Her head darted up. He was still looking to ceiling with his back arched.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No. Feels strange.” He shuddered once more, and his hips even lifted like he wanted her fingers deeper. “But really good.”
“Then why are you stopping me?”
“I don’t know.”
Reia came closer and pressed her lips to the underneath of his jaw, then the fur over his neck, then his chest.
“Then just relax and let me touch you.”
She pushed through his hold. She knew she found his cock when it felt harder, and those frills tickled her palm. Stroking the head, it was like she was the one pulling it from his seam as it started to extrude without the protection of his tentacles surrounding it. They slipped out when he was halfway erect, coming from his seam with searching tips to latch onto something. She was too far away from them, and they wriggled in the air.
Reia stroked the long length of his cock as she squeezed him with one hand partially around the girth of it.
His rough, calloused palm slid over her side, brushing her as he made a path to her breasts. Only when her hand left his seam and was stroking him completely while fully hard, did he look down to her to greet her with a gaze of deep purple.
Stroking her nipple with his thumb, pressing into it and circling it so it moved under the pad of it, she felt jolts sparking through the mound. He cupped the other, covering it completely as though he wanted to feel the weight and firmness of her breast.
“You are so soft. I like the way your body feels.”
His tongue came out to lick across her lips, and Reia stroked hers back, losing herself to the passion building between them.
She played with the large, mushroom-shaped broad head as she brought her hand back and forth over it. Only when it swelled for a moment and a groan fell from him, did Reia lean forward while placing her shins on his thighs so she could lift herself.
She didn’t stop kissing him even when his tongue moved faster, like it wanted to bypass her own and enter her mouth as though it was in the way.