Page 145 of A Soul to Touch

His head tilted back as he let out a rumbling groan, moving her up and down his fat cock in such a slow, agonising pace.

“Contain your soul, Mayumi.” She didn’t know if it was a demand or a plea, but it sounded as though heachedfor her todo so. “It’s so hot that I can feel it.” Then, his voice faded into a whisper as he said, “It’s right there. I can feel it calling to me.”

Her breath hitched at the direness she heard, like he was growing frantic at it trying to come out. Mayumi moaned when her inner walls clenched him in reaction, the idea he might be losing his mind over it making her shiver with goosebumps.

“No.” Shewantedhim to be tormented.

She wanted him to ache all the way to the very core of his being until she knew she’d shaken him completely.

The growl he gave was the only warning she got before the end of his tail wrapped around her throat. He pulled her head back as he turned it downwards to her, his orbs flaring red for a few fleeting seconds.

There was nothing she could do. She couldn’t even kick her legs since they were as wide as she could get them, and she couldn’t bring her knees to her chest as that would uncomfortably change the angle of their bodies meeting.

With her arms still behind her back and his tail around her throat, she was completely trapped.

“You have no idea what I want to do to you, Mayumi,” he said, his up and down movements increasing in swiftness. “There are things that I desire, things that I crave, that eat at me.”

He started making his cock go shallower, only fucking her with half of it, so they were more eye-level. The head now kept repeatedly digging into the swollen spot inside her.

Her lips parted as her moans became sharper.

Just as she parted her lips to tell him to keep hitting her right there, the pressure around her neck squeezed.

“And every time I see your soul, you push me just that little bit closer to taking it from you.”

The pressure was constricting enough that it made her head warmer and swim. It was like a warning, a threat, one that made sure she knew she was the one at his mercy, that he was incontrol of everything. Her life, her breath, and even her blood flow.

The throb that tingled in all of her delicate places, like her cunt, her breasts, even the bundles of nerves in her wrists, pounded harder. Suddenly she wanted him to squeeze harder – it was too soft right now.

She could breathe currently, but she was fine with not being able to for a moment. Blood was flowing, and she was happy for him to strangle her jugular if it would push her even faster to orgasm.

Not once had she ever been dominated like this, taken control of to this degree. She’d been pinned before, but she’d never been absolutely incapable of doing anything.

They were barely having sex. It was more like he was using her hole as a masturbation tool as he lifted her up and down over his massive, inhuman cock.

“Tell... me,” she choked out.

“You may not like all of it,” he warned.

The purple of his orbs stared straight at her as she was forced to look up at his ethereal, unholy face, making her mind grow numb. Right then, she thought he could tell her anything, lay himself bare to her, and she would accept it, would welcome it, would give it to him so long as he kept moving inside her.

Her eyes watered as her tongue poked forward, like that would help her to breathe through her strangled pants.

“Faun...” It was all she could manage.

She hoped he understood what she was trying to convey.

A growly groan came from his parting fangs before he lowered his head and bumped his snout right above her left temple. He thickened inside her, swelling and making her feel fuller before it went back to its normal girth.

“I want to take that cute little soul of yours and consume it. I want to make it mine, so no one else can take it, so no one elsecan have you,” he rasped, and the feel of his hot breath over her ear made the hair behind it stand on end.

“Take–” Before she could finish telling him to take it, he slammed her all the way down on his cock to render her quiet.

Fuck, I’m so close.

He was going just slow enough that she was teetering on the edge. She was right there, about to explode and shatter into a million fragments like glass.

She wondered if he knew. He must with the way her insides were constantly quivering, with how her thighs twitched and legs kept writhing behind him. Her toes curled, and her feet arched to the point she felt mini cramps assaulting her and had to wilfully relax them.

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