Orpheus chuckled.
“No, little human,” he said while his chuckle continued to rumble from him. “This was not my first time coming.”
He licked her jaw in appreciation, before nuzzling the side of her head.
She turned her head up to face him, and he noticed a pout in her lips. “Have… Have you ever had sex before?”
He tensed with her in his arms. Does she want to? Did Reia want him inside her as much as he desperately wanted to fill her? Was this her way of asking for it?
“Yes, I have.”
He didn’t understand why she frowned, why she almost appeared… disappointed.
She opened her mouth to say something, then shut it.
Then she asked, “With a human?” She was still holding his cock that was growing soft and would eventually start to retract with the help of his tentacles. “Does it even fit?”
She is thinking about it. He realised he wasn’t going to be inside her tonight, but Reia was thinking about it and that brought him hope. He was filled with it. I will keep her alive. I will have her stay with me.
He gave a thoughtful hum, nuzzling her neck where he knew it was the most sensitive – right over her jugular.
“It’ll fit.”
He… He could make it fit and give little pain if he did it correctly. But it wasn’t natural, and he’d need her permission.
He beamed when she squirmed. The tentacles finally released their tug on her and started wrapping around his cock when it began slipping inside. They twirled around until it was covered and helped to drag it in, shielding it before the seam of his slit closed.
He continued to bump his snout against her as he thought.
I did not eat her. Even though she still smelt of blood and it still made him hunger, he didn’t feel a single urge to feast upon her. Actually, she mainly smelt of his seed, and that was a satisfying thing to know. He was filled with overwhelming calm after his orgasm, the hunger of his desire satisfied and taking control of his mind.
He closed his vision, wanting to stay with her if she would allow him to keep holding her.
She wiggled in his embrace.
“I need a bath. The front of me is completely covered.”
“Bath later,” he puffed with annoyance. “Rest now.”
“Huh?!” He could feel by her chin moving over his chest as she’d looked up to him, but he didn’t move to greet her. “I never thought I’d hear you say that.”
“Unless you want a bath to make me reciprocate, which I would gladly do, then I do not wish to leave unless you tell me to.”
“I’m too tired for that, and I don’t want you to leave. You’re helping my pain.”
“Then don’t mind the mess. We will clean later.”
“What about the Demons?”
I don’t give a fuck about the Demons right now. He was too overjoyed and sated. He’d hear them if they tried to get into the house, but he’d carved a second salt circle because of the smell of her blood. It should be enough for now.
He’d scare them all off later, when she was no longer willingly in his embrace, deliciously covered in his seed, and marked with his scent by it.
Reia nearly squealed as she was attempting to climb onto the dining chair she’d pushed towards the tall kitchen cabinets she couldn’t reach when Orpheus picked her up and made her sit on the crook of his elbow.
“I told you not to do that, Reia,” he scorned as he lifted her so she could reach, wrapping his forearm and hand around her torso to keep her steady. “If you want something, I would like to help. What is it you need?”
A warm fuzzy feeling fluttered in her belly as her legs dangled in the air beneath his arm, trusting him completely that he wouldn’t let her fall.
“I saw when I was grabbing the salt last time that you kept the bells and some beads here. I wanted to take a few. Is that alright?”
She opened the cabinet doors and reached inside when he brought her closer to it.
“You may have whatever you like inside our home.” He nuzzled the side of her jaw in a show of affection, something he was beginning to do more frequently.
Our home. He always called it that, and she wondered when she’d started to see it that way.
Something had changed since a few days ago. After she’d touched him, Reia was growing more comfortable here with him. She still didn’t feel free, but she didn’t feel so caged against her will.
Perhaps it was because he was more affectionate. The physical distance between them was no longer because he forced it due to his worry about her apprehension of him. Now it was because it just was. Whether that was because she was eating her dinner while he was seated on the other side of the table fiddling with something, or he sat near her in garden. She noticed he was slowly getting closer and closer every day until she feared he’d sit right on top of her.