He lowered his hips until the tips of his tentacles were at her entrance from behind. His jaws parted as he released a shuddering breath when they loosened just enough that his cock could start to slowly extend – straight into her body.
Her channel was tight, snug, and swollen, but she released a little cry of need as he inch-by-slow-inch stretched and filled her.
“Reia,” he groaned when he was fully extended and needed to push his hips forward so he could sink inside fully.
He shuddered as she moaned when he was seated all the way. He lowered his body so he could wrap his arms underneath her to hold her to him.
One slipped from her side and through the valley of her breasts so he could cup her throat and jaw gently in an attempt to support her head in this position. The other gripped her hip on the other side.
He wanted to cover every inch of her body, envelope it completely in his strength and be gentle in contrast. To have her under him like he was a shield for her from the outside world.
She is so precious. Her heart, her mind, her body, her soul, and he wanted to touch all of it. He felt as though the only way he could was if he was inside her like this. Where neither of them knew where one ended and the other began.
His mind was hazy as he started to draw back as far as his tentacles wrapped over her hips would allow him to go. Yet, he didn’t want to be frenzied with her this time, didn’t want to pound her in a craze like before.
He wanted to be slow, to give her deep thrusts so she could feel all of him, every thick inch, every frill, the mushroom head gliding along her walls. And he wanted to feel her pussy, the wetness of it, the ripples of her texture that would never be the same as another, the bumps and how it swelled around him.
How it fluttered with her heartbeat and clamped him over and over like her inner walls wanted to suck his cock back in when he withdrew. That feeling was intense, like she didn’t want to let go of him, wanted him inside, wanted him to stay there forever.
Her cries were quiet, soft, and high-pitched, but sounded lost.
She didn’t have to do anything, he was enamoured with this, and he didn’t want her to. He just wanted her to enjoy him taking her, wanted her to stay lax so he could play with her insides while she felt it all.
Her hands moved so she could grip the furs beneath her, and he let her, knowing she needed something to hold onto. But he kept her hips down when she tried to push back on him and gyrate them in return.
His chest felt tight with emotion.
Mine, he internally growled to himself. He wanted this forever. He wanted to keep her eternally, to embrace her like this. To touch her, tease her, care for her, make her moan, but also laugh and smile.
He wanted to love her, wanted to know what that felt like. He wanted her to teach him how by loving him.
She started coming around him and the feeling was pure, absolute bliss. Her pussy clenched him while it bore down on him with unbelievable pressure, spasming wildly, as it tried to milk him.
I want her. Her voice, her scent, her taste, the vision that was her beauty. I need her soul. He hungered for it, yearned for it.
He came in a little harder, green flicking in his vision. I fucking need it. Her body was his, he knew it as he stroked her walls with his cock, but he wanted more than that.
The hand gripping her hip lowered so he could cup where he was thrusting and hold her folds and pussy in his palm. This is mine. Only I can have it now. A tremor rolled through him as his eyes flashed green again and each thrust brought a battle in his sight.
The deep purple of desire and the bright green of possession.
He dug his fingertips into her skin both around her jaw and her pussy, his claws digging into her plump backside as his large hand could reach all the way back.
Green won out and he slipped his tongue over her cheek as he came in harder and deeper than ever, grinding over her body in heavy waves.
“Your pussy is mine,” he growled, his breaths growing more rapid as possessive and aggressive lust took control. “And I’m going to fill it with my seed every day.”
“Oh, Orpheus,” she moaned, her head tilting back as her inner walls spasmed.
His name on her lips sang with a moan nearly felled him.
“Tell me I can, Reia,” he demanded, the bells she’d given to him starting to ring now that his body was moving more in his jarring slams. “Tell me I own it, can fuck it, can give it my semen to hold. Can use it to make you come and scream for me. That it is mine to pleasure you with.”
Her knuckles turned white as she fisted the furs of the bed, her body trembling and squirming as she started to come again, milking him in feral clamps that was demanding its due.