Page 141 of A Soul to Keep

He was playing with her heart strings, and she felt them ache in her chest. And when she looked up through his fur and her lashes to find his glowing eyes were pink, she felt them tug harder.

It’s not fair that he’s so sweet.

Orpheus woke with a terrible ache in his groin. The kind that was prominent and piercing down his cock, unable to be ignored. He kept his vision dark, but his mind was waking.

He panted, drawing the softness and warmth that was Reia in his embrace closer, grinding his hips against her plump backside. Just that bare stroke was enough to make him shudder.

She’d fallen sleep in his arms not long after they’d had sex and he’d clutched her to him, content with her asleep in his arms, in his bed, under his furs, naked and limp from pleasure against him. Her faint breaths had lulled him under, her light heartbeat felt through her back and radiating into his chest had been soothing.

He should be asleep still, but he was restless.

In every draw in of breath, he took in her elderberry and red roses scent, but that was just the base. There was the smell of her sweet arousal, her tangy orgasms mixed in with his lubricant and his seed. She was a tangled mix of scents that told him on every intake that he’d just fucked her.

The stench of it was driving him mad. She was marked in its evidence, in the scent of his body and come, and he wantedmore.

Orpheus hissed in a breath when his hips uncontrollably moved forward, his cock seeking the nursing comfort of warmth and inner walls sheltering it.

He moved his arm from on top of her and grabbed it.I’ve extruded.In his sleep, bombarded by different sensations, his cock had extended all the way past his tentacles that weren’t holding it back.

It ached in a way no human could understand. There was a reason his tentacles held his shaft back. It didn’t like being uncovered for long periods of time and required the wet warmth of them or to be buried in his slit, or hers, and it stung to be unsheltered for this long without stimulation to make his lubricant seep out. He could only imagine how long he’d been this engorged and free.

His body was excited from earlier, from having felt Reia finally, being connected to her and having her want to share their bodies.

But she was asleep, and he was ashamed that he’d allowed himself to get to this deeply aroused state when she may feel vulnerable.

Using the palm of his hand, he pulled his hips away from her and started pushing down. He held back his whimpers as he tried to stem his shudders of revulsion at what he was doing. Uncomfortable pain radiated across his groin and his cock protested.

He was too engorged to do this, too hard, but he shoved down anyway. His tentacles twisted around, trying to aid him and waiting for him to push down enough that they could encompass it all the way to the head.

Tension was stiffening his muscles, making his fur and fins raise.

There was no sigh of relief when they wrapped around him completely. Not when the base was putting severe pressure on his insides behind his seam.

“Orpheus?” he heard her sleep-filled and groggy voice ask.

“Sorry,” he rasped, wiping his hand on the fur of his thigh to remove his lubricant from it, that was thicker than normal from drying out, so he could rub her arm soothingly. “I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.”

I don’t want her to leave my arms.He wanted her to stay here more than anything so he could hold her.

“Is something the matter?” She rolled over slightly by twisting to her back.

He had to duck his hips back, so she didn’t feel his cock was still partially extruded to the length of his tentacles that fought to keep it back.

“Nothing is the matter.” He blindly ducked his head forward to nuzzle her, not daring to open his sight.

“Then why are you shaking?”

That was because he was fighting his own body.

Her hand reached behind her to feel him, and her fingers brushed the back of his tentacles. He expected her hand to recoil away, but instead she stroked them like she was trying to understand if what she was feeling was really there.

“You’re aroused?” The croak in her voice reminded him that moments before she had been asleep, and guilt soared through him harder.

“I am sorry,” he apologised again, opening his sight that was a deep purple so he could find her cheek safely and nuzzle his snout against it. “Go back to sleep. I will not touch you. I would like to keep holding you while you rest.”

There were no candles lit, and the only thing she would be able to see was the glow of his orbs highlighting his skull.

She reached back to cup his snout, grazing her hand up and down the length of it.

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