Page 44 of A Soul to Touch

The problem was Mayumi removing her clothing to expose her delicate yet beguiling body to him. He’d already gotten a glimpse of it, and heknewhe’d be tortured by it.

“I don’t think–”

“You can’t back out now,” she quickly interjected before he could finish. “You already agreed, and I’ll even make it fair since you’re only wearing a pair of pants and a shirt. Since I’m wearing three items, you can unbutton your shirt as a loss.”

She will be the victor.He picked up one of his two die and gently let it roll from his palm onto the board to see who would be first to move their pieces.She has beaten me every other game except the last.

Faunus wasn’t concerned about showing his body to her. She knew what he was. She’d seen him in his more monstrous form which was far worse than his humanoid one.

She will do everything in her power to defeat me.She did say she was competitive.

She was only doing this because of her own curiosity about his kind and to study a Duskwalker. She’d made that perfectly clear with her questions.

Of course, Faunus lost the first round.

While she was setting up the board again, he blindly began undoing the small buttons of his shirt. It took him the same amount of time as it was a difficult task.

He’d always wished the buttons were larger.

Only allowing it to gape a little, he revealed the centre of his torso. His sternum was completely sunken beneath his flesh, as were his bottom ribs, but the rest of his ribcage was still on theoutside of his body – a stark white against the black of the long fur of his chest. His stomach was covered in short, black fur.

Mayumi lost the second round.

She’d grumbled about losing as she raised to her knees and unclasped her leather trousers.

He thought she was too bold in her removal but became thankful for her choice when he saw that she had a strip of cloth between her legs.

Still, he couldn’t stop his sight from drifting over her shapely thighs, her flesh reflecting an orange glow from the flames behind her. How could just a pair of bare legs be so damn enticing that he wanted to draw his tongue from the arch of her foot all the way up until he found her centre?

He lost the third round and was forced to remove his shirt.

Short fur covered him from the back of his hands up to his biceps until it became much longer around his shoulders, back, and chest. Lizard spikes, perhaps three inches long, ran down the sides of his forearms and down his back like the sailfin of a fish. They also spanned down the back of his calf muscles, but he had yet to reveal that.

Faunus thought he’d lose the next round, ending their game, but Mayumi was the one who hadn’t managed to get her pieces in their home.

The slow removal of her long-sleeved grey shirt was gruelling, making his fur stand on end in nervous anticipation.

The glide of it up her sides to reveal her cute little navel, her stomach hollowing as she dipped her body so she could draw it higher, had his hands clenching. The moment just the very bottom of her small breast mounds started to show, a light purr began to rumble in his chest.

He had to stifle it quickly before she noticed.

Her breasts were so small they almost appeared flat when she was stretching higher to pull the material up and over her head,but they settled into little mounds when she was relaxed. They were perky and tipped with pale brown coloured nipples.

Faunus started digging his claws into his calf muscles when he felt violent movement behind the seam of his groin. He wasn’t doing it hard. He just needed a minor distraction.

He also darkened his orbs to black and took in a large breath to stop them from turning purple.

It was difficult to control the emotional response of his orbs with sheer will, especially when he needed to ease the chaotic beating of his large heart. His body grew warm, rushing the liquid fire of need and desire into his muscles to make them feel as though they were swelling.

When he opened his sight again, he caught her gaze already upon him, staring at him, witnessing the reaction that he was desperately trying to hide.

He lifted his snout just enough to hide her breasts from his view, but it didn’t prevent him from seeing the flat plane of her upper chest, her pretty shoulder joints, or even the enchanting view of her sharp collarbones.

Faunus knew he would have enjoyed burying his face between the crook of her shoulder and neck, feeling the soft flesh covering it as he took in deep draws of her sleepy pumpkin scent.

He let out a thankful sigh when she seemed to think nothing of his reaction and leaned forward to reset the board.

“This is the last round,” she stated. “We both have one item of clothing left, so this will determine the winner.”

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