Orpheus thought for long moments. Sympathy for another wasn’t something he was used to feeling, but he’d often felt sympathy for himself. He’d longed to remove his own pain, to not feel lonely, forsaken, and desolate. He had wished that someone would help him gain a human’s heart.
Am I the one who can spare this for another Mavka?
Orpheus could never take back his past, couldn’t change it, so was he the one who had to go through all this just to help others of his kind? That didn’t seem fair to him.
However, it did make him understand her plea.
“But if I take him to the village, you will not be safe.”
“Please, Orpheus? He needs to wear clothes, he needs to build his own house, he needs to learn. He’ll scare my kind away as he is now. He’s stupid and overtly inquisitive, but these things will help.”
His heart thumped heavily in his chest, feeling like the thunder of a lightning storm as its loud bangs vibrated throughout his body.
“I would not be able to leave you here.”
She would be unprotected, and he’d be afraid for her the entire time. Eight days away from Reia sounded like hell, not knowing if she was safe but also not being able to be in her presence. He’d miss her like a terrible ache.
“Then take me with you,” she pleaded. “I’m not afraid, and you said you could disguise me.”
“We are not ready for me to take you there.”
“But you took the other human there.” Her lips thinned as she narrowed her eyes. “Why am I so different?”
“Because I made a mistake in taking her there. She left me since it was discovered I had found a companion and she was living with me.”
“You said you might take me there, so when were you going to? In a month, a year? I already told you I wanted to go.”
“It is not about how long, Reia,” he answered, reaching up to brush her long strands through his claws, enjoying the feel of them crawling through his fingers.
“Then when?”
He wanted to answer, to give her the truth.
He remained silent.
She started pushing at his chest to get away from him. She is upset with me again. She would be like before, where she would ignore him.
“No,” he snapped, caging her in again. “Do not be upset with me. I don’t like it.”
“Then tell me when.”
When he didn’t answer, she folded her arms and turned to give him her side to show that she could ignore him even when he was caging her in.
“Reia,” he warned, red fray the edges of his vision. She had the bravery to turn her chin up at him. Once more, his growl emitted from his chest. “When you are my bride.”
“Excuse me?” she squeaked in a high-pitch, her head turning to him as her eyes widened. “I-I never said I would be your bride.”
“Only when you accept me, give me your soul and remain with me eternally, will I take you to the Demon village.” His heart thumped for the very day, the tentacles of his cock stirring in anticipation. “Only when you are mine, heart, body, and soul, when you cannot leave me and do not want to, will I take you there.” He leaned forward, digging his claws into the counter. His tongue darted out to lick at the fangs of his snout, his cock stiffening behind his seam, and his tentacles had to clasp it tightly to stop it from extruding. “I yearn for it, my little doe.”
He hungered for it more than he did her body.
The first step was being inside her. To have her accept him willingly, welcomingly, achingly into her body. For her cunt to sheath his cock in its warmth, its wetness, to fill every inch of her until she could take no more, and then still give it to her.
For her to want his body, to desire it, to need him surrounding her as he took her. Orpheus needed her to cling to him, to want to be connected to him, and then burn for him to do it again, and again, and never be satisfied.
He’d long ago realised that in order to obtain the gift of a human’s soul, he had to earn it by gaining their body and their heart.
If he could claim her body, only when she told him he wanted her to, could he win her heart? Orpheus had never been loved, and he wanted her to love him. For it to be Reia that allowed him to have her so completely that she could never leave him.
Her face had grown paler, her mouth opening and closing as though she couldn’t form the words she wanted to.
Orpheus knew they were rejections.
“I cannot force you, Reia,” he said gently. “This is something you must chose, but this is what I want.”