I need him to be rougher. She wanted the growling monster who had been chasing her, not the gentle Duskwalker who was always worried about her.
His hips quickened beautifully for a few short seconds before they slowed. A quivering pant fell from him afterwards.
“Quiet, Reia.” In its own way, it was a plea.
A plea for her not to push him, that he was already on the verge of losing control, that he couldn’t have Reia asking for more in case he lost himself and gave it to her.
She gritted her teeth as she dug her fingertips into the grass to grab clumps of it.
“Fuck me, Orpheus. Take me.” She wanted him to make her scream, to cry, to ravish her body. “Harder. Faster. Deeper.”
His claws cut into her skin while they also gouged into the dirt and grass beneath them. His body shuddered as he gave her just a little taste of what she wanted, and she nearly went cross-eyed before he settled again.
Frustration bloomed within her.
“I can’t,” he whined, and the only reason she knew he shook his head is because she heard the bell jingle. “I will hurt you.”
She buried her head against the ground, feeling the wonderful glide of his cock, but wanting everything it had to give. Tension was building, needing an outlet that was currently pumping between her thighs as though he couldn’t stop moving.
I need it. I need it so much. Her orgasm was slowly coiling tight like a spring, but she needed it to shatter her like glass. To render her struck under its force, blinded by it, altered by it.
“Stop hesitating, Orpheus!” she yelled, lifting her head so she could speak while panting. “I’m yours. I’m not going to go away. I’m not going to disappear. Hurt me, claw me, fucking bite me. I want you to, I want you to give me everything. I want your cock pounding into me. What more do I have to do to get you to let go with me?”
The threat of tears stung her eyes. She wanted him to thrust into her like he was swept over by a madness. She wanted him so much she didn’t care if he ripped her in two by the end, broke her apart, fucked her to death. She’d come back to him, would stay with him.
When he still didn’t, she screamed, “I gave you my soul!”
A bellowing roar sounded behind her. He started slamming into her, deep hard pounds that shoved her entire body forward.
He started to lean back as his hips quickened, his hand remaining curled around her waist to clasp it completely while the other pressed against her shoulder blades with splayed fingers. He was pining her down with sharp claws digging in, holding her still against his tentacles that threatened to yank her with him, as he drove into her body with a frenzy.
It was so deep she didn’t think she’d felt him reach like this, so hard that it almost hurt, so fast that she couldn’t tell if he was coming in or out. She couldn’t tell where he ended and she began, and each thrust inwards knocked the breath out of her seizing lungs.
His tentacle slipping over her clit, rubbing and stroking it with its little nodules, had her near weeping at the feeling.
“Yes,” she tried to say with her lack of air. “Just like that. Don’t stop.”
Somehow, he went faster, and her legs kicked out. It was like she was trying to crawl forward, to get away and escape, as her orgasm took her by the reigns and drowned her.
Crying out, she wrung his cock with heavy wet spasms as she lost herself to him. His snarls, his grunts, this strange purr sound mixed in with it, ached her mind.
It was torture, and it was bliss. Reia had found heaven in the Veil, and it was given to her by the cock of a Duskwalker that was fucking her into oblivion.
He didn’t stop even when she stopped coming, her body so lax that she could do nothing but take it. Her eyes were so dazed that her vision was murky as she stared at nothing with the tree line blurry, but she didn’t have enough tension to close them. Tears fell from them to drip down her nose and cheek at the intense pleasure.
Orpheus was crushing her under his grip, pressing down on her with his body, and she adored it. Like an anchor to this world, it made her feel alive – despite the fact she felt like she was going to pass out from his onslaught, growing dizzier by the second.
Thoughts left her other than his name whispering in her mind. She couldn’t speak. She could only feel him pounding into her with wild frantic thrusts. In and out rapidly as her insides were stroked constantly before his slams stole her very voice. She could only hear him as her cries were snuffed by the loudness of his sounds, his breath.
She smelt grass, she smelt dirt, and she wished she could smell him.