Page 32 of A Soul to Touch

She justwouldn’ttake the home of someone that needed it when she had one available here. She wouldn’t shove herself into an already overpopulated town.

When the frost melted in spring, she’d have a small selection of home-grown food. She could hunt for herself.

That meant more food for another.

She was mostly self-sufficient. Winter made it difficult, but she only returned to Colt’s Outpost once a month before it came, whereas currently it was once a week –ifshe didn’t try to push it to a fortnight.

But the reason as towhyMayumi was careful with the words she chose when speaking with the Duskwalker was... because she was also lonely in other ways.

He wasn’t human, making her requirement to conform to human social etiquette null and void. Mayumi had always been bossy and brash. She knew she could just be herself since she highly doubted he’d spoken to many humans, if any at all.

The ideal companion.

However-and this was where Mayumi really had to be careful-shedesperatelywanted to jump his bones.

Perhaps it was foolish of her, but the fact he’d been her saviour as a child and was now here just to protect her, Mayumi trusted him without a single shred of doubt. He would have already tried to eat her if he wasn’t trustworthy.

She wouldn’t be straddling his shoulders and cleaning the roof of her home. They wouldn’t be having a back-and-forth conversation.

The moment he’d revealed himself in the clearing and confirmed he had been there that night, she’d instantly wanted to sink her nails and teeth into him.

A grin began to form on her features, one filled with immoral and reprehensible thoughts.

I hope my big forest God has a cock.If not, she’d ride his face, fingers, and perhaps even that cute kitty tail he had.

Although Mayumi had killed every Demon she came across, there were a few who looked... rather human-like but completely other-worldly. It was an odd concept, but she’d sometimes found them alluring.

She wondered if the reason she’d always been attracted to non-human beings was because of the night Faunus had saved her.

It had also created some arguments with her father when she’d been growing up. At first, before she really understood that Demons on the surface above the Veil were truly dangerous, she’d thought she could befriend them. Mayumi had some silly notion that they could be ‘changed’ – like she was a chosen human who was destined to fix the world.

Now, as an adult, she knew that would never be possible.

That didn’t stop her from thinking their claws made them look devilish, or their teeth sinfully dangerous.

The number of times she’d aimed an arrow right between their red eyes and unleashed her bow while thinking she would have adored pinning them down and riding whatever cock they may or may not have had been countless.

She would have preferred them to pin her down, but her fantasies always ended with her being eaten, and that was a massive turnoff.

So was the foul, nose-tingling, bile-rising, gut-churning smell of decay most produced. Not all smelt horrible. Mayumi knew some of the Demons were becoming so human-like that they grew skin, the transformation reducing their scent.

She was a Demonslayer who had seen much and a Master-rank who was privy to information most didn’t have.

But the creature between her thighs wasn’t a Demon but something else entirely. A Duskwalker, one with a face she foundmore compelling than any other she’d ever seen – even more than a human’s.

He smells so damn nice.Like lemongrass and freshly cut limes.

Her eyelids wanted to flicker in bliss every time she caught a good whiff of him, and she’d only just discovered his nipple pearling scent this morning on the porch!

When he’d tried to tower over her menacingly, she’d almost buried her head against his chest so she could rub her face over his fur to cover herself in it.

The desire to tease him had nearly been too much.

He’d told her she would be required to sit when he told her to, and she’d happily sit anywhere on top of him. To stay? She was sure she could work out something sexual with that. Maybe if he were buried deep, coming, and needed her to be still while he filled her? Of course, that required him to have a cock, but her naughty, hair-twirlingfantasiescould be whatever they wanted to be.

Oh, and he’d told her she would have to come when he told her to. Mayumi had stifled the desire to ask if that was a fucking promise or not.

She never would have truly entertained the real possibility of these thoughts with any other Duskwalker. It was only Faunus she could have trusted, her unlikely saviour.

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