I want them. Her eyes drooped as she stared at his hand between her thighs, watching herself buck into it with needy movements.
There was a place inside her that felt swollen, pounding with an aching rhythm that worsened with each swirl of her clit.
If he can feel desire, does that mean…？
Almost like she was afraid of the answer, Reia quietly asked, “Do you have a cock, Orpheus?”
He leaned forward, swiping his tongue over her ear, around it, inside it, and it sent a shiver through her. She heard the squelch of it against her ear hole.
“Yes, my little human, I have a cock.” She moaned in loss, in anticipation, in thrumming demand, when his fingers moved away to travel lower. He dipped them at the slit of her entrance. “And it very much hungers to be inside here.”
She arched, her hips tilting forward as the rest of his hand cupped around her entrance as his two fingers bent while he just stroked it. Just teased it. Prodding her slightly, but nothing more.
“Inside me,” she begged.
She needed something inside her. Her core was weeping from it, hot and burning to be filled with something, anything. I need his fingers inside me.
“Your well is very wet. It’s so slippery I can even feel it in the water.”
She groaned at his words, squirming in both embarrassment and with trying to get them inside herself.
“Please don’t call it that.”
He made a thoughtful noise.
“What do you want me to call it then?”
Reia cringed because she wasn’t quite sure. What did she want him to call it?
“My pussy… or cunt.”
He gave a small chuckle of humour, the sound of it from him like a wicked sin to her writhing insides that quivered in reaction. A sound like that shouldn’t be so intoxicating from something like him.
“I like that word,” he nearly purred, drawing his tongue over her face to slip it over her lips. “Do have any idea what I want to do to your little cunt, Reia?”
His forefinger slipped away as he pressed his middle one inside. Her body latched onto it tightly at the snug fit of it. Already it tried to suck it in further. Her lips parted as her breaths hitched, her body trembling at the slow pressure being pressed inside, stretching her around his big finger.
“I want to taste it again.” His finger pushed all the way in until his last knuckle was just outside her entrance. “You tasted so delicious that not a moment has passed that I haven’t wanted to drink the aroma of it.” He drew back and then shoved it forward. “I want to stave off my thirst with your orgasms.”
Her hands released their grips so she could clutch both of his arms instead, digging her nails into his tough flesh. Holding onto him for leverage, Reia started moving her hips back and forth, needing him to go faster than this agonising slow pace.
His thumb plucked her nipple, constantly brushing over it to send more jolts through her and making her wetter.
“I have wanted to dip my fingers inside your pretty cunt every time you’ve been in this bath.”
He groaned, his body shuddering. His finger pumped, stroking her walls over and over and hit something that had her shivering and trembling each time.
Nghhh, that feels so good there. Touching, stroking, it even circled once to stir her.
“Do you understand how hard it’s been? To touch, but not play?”
She gasped sharply when he shoved his forefinger inside, stretching her around the girth of both of them.
“Ohhh!” she cried, trying to spread her legs further as if that would help to accommodate them.
This version of Orpheus with free reign, allowed to be real and truthful with his desires now that he knew he could touch her like this, was unravelling her. His deep, gruff voice sounded so much huskier than normal, raspy and almost torn.
His breaths huffed over her, and she mirrored the depth of them. Reia was panting, tears of need and beautiful torture making her want to cry. She was close, so very close, and she wanted him to send her screaming over the edge.
His fingers started to pump faster. They didn’t just go in and out, they moved like a wave, stroking the front of her channel with the tips to hit deeply a place inside that was making her vision split into two.
“I want to fuck you inside here,” he told her, and her walls clenched him, a pitiful sobbing cry coming from her in reaction to his words. She shouldn’t like hearing this from him, that he wanted to fuck her, and yet she was enjoying it. “My cock aches so bad for it, Reia.”
“I-it does?” Now that she knew he had one, she bit her lip while imaging what it could possibly look like. Would it be big, and long, and fill her so completely that it would rid the desperate need to be stretched like his fingers were doing? “Is it like a human’s?”