Page 188 of A Soul to Keep

His glowing orbs turned bright pink at her words and the way she said them. She giggled when he brought his hand up to cover an eye as though he was confused in seeing the colour.

“And I think you love me too. I think that’s why your eyes turn pink.” He tilted his head at her as though he was uncertain. “How do you feel when they are this colour?”

“Warm inside, and I feel whole. It makes me want to hold you and be as close as possible so that we are one. That there is no one else in the world I want but you.”

She rubbed her forehead against his snout.

“That’s how I feel too. That’s how I know.”

His hands tightened on her to make her stop, and she pulled back to gaze at him. He looked as though he was thinking.

“Yes,” he said softly, nuzzling his snout against her jaw right in front of her ear. “I love you very deeply, my little doe. You are precious to me.”

She nuzzled him back. “I love you too.”

And Reia was planning on showing him just how much she loved him tonight. However, she was going to get him to help her with this by lifting her up and down as she worked her pussy on him. He was thick and long, and she wanted to feel that wonderful cock stroking her insides, just like how she adored.

Reia stirred awake just as the sun was going down in the late afternoon. The gloom and mist of the Veil’s forest was a greyish blue with the darkness slowly enveloping it as she peeked out of the window over Orpheus’ body.

An ache radiated through her stomach, making her feel as though she’d been punched in the gut repeatedly.We were going all night.And, perhaps, her much smaller and weaker body couldn’t keep up with it all.

In the moment it had been wonderful, but now that she was relaxed and had rested, it felt like the day after a rigorous bout of exercise.

It hadn’t been as rough as it’d been outside, like Orpheus didn’t want to go crazy with her body, but it was still a lot.

She continued to gaze outside with heavy lids, letting the warmth of his body comfort her as she woke by herself. It was odd considering he was usually awake before her, but she figured he was exhausted after the last two days of running without rest.

If I’m his bride, then what does that make him?Her groom, her husband? That concept felt odd, especially since they hadn’t and probably wouldn’t marry in the conventional way.

But she was with him for life, however long it may be,andshe knew that. She was still waiting to be upset about it or feel a hint of regret, but it never came.

Despite how much his soft breaths and grunts of sleep threatened to pull her under once more, her eyes caught something resting on the windowsill from outside.

Reia frowned and lifted herself better to see.

A feather?A white one, to be exact.

As not to disturb her usually light sleeping companion, she slowly and gingerly lifted his arms from her and untangled their legs. Thankfully, his cock and all its limbs had receded back into his body since she doubted she could have moved those without waking him.

After going to her room, which housed her wardrobe, she dressed in the gown she used to sleep in before she slept naked by Orpheus’ side. It was easy to put on in comparison to everything else.

Reia went outside, not needing to be afraid if the salt circle was broken when she could turn herself ghostly at a moment’s notice.He was right, I’ll always be safe.Kind of. As long as she was quick and smart.

When she made it to the window, she reached to pick up the feather to inspect it.This belongs to the Witch Owl.She looked around the yard for any sign of her.

Her eyes caught the starkness of white in the darkness of the forest. A human covered in a cloak of white feathers sat on a low hanging branch as she watched Reia from afar.

She’d been waiting.

Reia approached her, taking in the details of her human body that she’d never seen clearly.

Her skin was dark. A deep shade of brown that was smooth and beautiful. Her coal dark eyes pierced into Reia’s own, fanned with even darker lashes than her skin. She thought she saw tight ringlet curls underneath the cloak hood but wasn’t quite sure.

She wore no shoes, and the white dress she wore was pristine. It came to the middle of her thighs while dipping heavily down her chest to reveal her generous cleavage. It was short-sleeved, and feathers had been pinned into it around the chest and shoulders. On the hood of her feathery cloak, multiple feathers stuck up in two places to appear like ears.

The Witch Owl began kicking her crossed ankles back and forth as Reia drew close.

“Hello. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” Reia said while lifting her feather that had been on the windowsill. “You keep leaving me these.”

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