His glowing orbs were shining a bright blue, shielding away the frightfulness of the void surrounding them by giving her light and comfort. She was riveted to them, unable to look away.
Her attention was drawn to him even when it seemed like he was floating around her, and her head spun to keep her gaze on him. She didn’t know where she was or what was happening.
A Dream? She thought. Not a nightmare, it felt too safe for that.
A trailing stroke of a sharp claw down her spine made her gasp as a shiver shot through her. She tried to search for the hands that touched her, but they disappeared into the blackness before she saw them.
She found Orpheus’ floating skull once more.
It almost appeared like he was dancing around her, flying around her body as she floated. Her heart raced whenever he came closer before he backed away again.
Two sets of claws stroked from the nape of her neck and up through her hair, bunching it as the points scraped deliciously over her scalp. A gasping moan broke from her.
That feels nice.
Her nipples budded, while a torrent of prickling goosebumps broke out across her sensitive flesh and down her body, until it pooled as heat inside her belly.
The hands disappeared once more, only allowing her a glimpse of them before they were gone.
Anticipation and excitement began to thrum inside her for the next secret, unexpected touch. Her breathing was short, her cheeks and body hot. Her heart was so loud and fast that it resonated through the void.
She wasn’t afraid, far from it. Reia was aroused, deeply aroused, as he played this game of hide and touch with her in the darkness.
The next time she felt those hands, it was over the bundles of nerves just under her calves. It was a familiar touch she’d already experienced before, and an electrifying shot buckled her knees as it shot through them all the way to her aching core.
She was wet, so wet, that she thought the drip of her arousal was beginning to float around her in glistening drops.
She could hear his deep huffs. Gruff and low. Then there was that long and lowing snort he made, like when he occasionally sniffed her skin with his snout pressed against her.
Her toes curled when she felt it now, a soft cry escaping her, as his warm breath circled around her throat from behind like it wanted to clutch it.
Then she felt those hands slip around her sides, claws digging in so they almost felt like slices before she felt the enveloping warmth of them around her breasts. She looked down to see dark grey skin with white knuckle bones protruding through them.
She couldn’t see arms, the hands alone and disconnected from anything. She thought that might be because she didn’t know what the rest of him looked like. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what lay beneath his clothes.
One remained, flicking her nipple repeatedly as it moved back and forth, dulling her mind with need and want. The other started palming down her stomach, and her abdomen clenched in reaction, the hard peak of her clit throbbing with impatient waiting. Her vision was dazed as she stared down to watch, just as she noticed in her peripheral above that his bony head was still and watching her.
She wanted it to watch as his hands touched her.
A warm huff brushing over her neck from the front made her cry out once more, but louder this time. She frowned when she looked up through her lashes to see he hadn’t come closer to do it.
More drops of her arousal floated right before his hand cupped her. A firm, calloused press of heat put pressure on her clit, sending relief through her. Reia needed the touch, wanted it so much that she undulated into the hand with needy and desperate movements.
A clawed finger flicked, sending a jolt through her clit to pierce straight inside her pussy. It clenched, created more liquid, and Reia shuddered. More. I want more. She undulated into the hand, almost sighing in relief when a finger stroked through her folds.
Another breath fanned against her chest, just as warm as before, but it felt too real to her aching and sensitive senses. It felt too good.
That is not a part of the dream, she thought.
Her eyes flung open when realisation dawned.
Reia found herself lying on her back in her bed with Orpheus above her in the dark. There was no light other than his orbs, but they illuminated between them both just enough that she could barely see.
He was on his hands and knees, caging her in, as she heard him sniffing around her head. He’d never done this before, had never come into her room in the middle of the night.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice broken and raspy that had nothing to do with her grogginess.
She lifted her hands to press them against his chest. Delectable heat and firmness nearly made her groan, her body aching and disorientated from her dream.