Page 45 of A Soul to Touch

The game was very slow, each one calculating their moves carefully. He wasn’t very adept in the game to see the potential of his next moves, nor hers.

The fire dwindled over time, lessening its light and heat as though it was faster than they were.

And when the game ended, Faunus’ orbs flashed white for just a second as he stared down at it.

How did I win?He’d tried to lose!

Luck had not been on his side, and he’d rolled a double in the end. It wouldn’t have mattered. She’d lagged behind somehow.

His orbs had already shifted to purple during the game since moving the pieces himself required that he look down, forcing him to catch more and more glimpses of her body. At one point, he’d just blatantly stared at it, hypnotised by the way the light danced against her skin. The way it twisted or bowed when she moved. How a muscle gave a twitch or an artery pulsed.

Fuck,he thought when Mayumi scooted back and started slipping her underwear down.

She kept her legs shut, probably to preserve some semblance of modesty, but nothing could stop him from taking in that this female wasnakedin front of him.

With little effort, he could easily reach across the table and part her pretty thighs for himself. There was nothing stopping him from seeing what he longed to, what heachedto.

What colour was she down there? Did the lips of her pussy match the pale pink colour of her facial lips or her pale brown nipples?

Faunus had only learnt what desire was in the past nine years, a few years after she’d become an adult. Before then, he’d known nothing about the significance of a human’s naked body or even a certain place of his own.

He’d stumbled uponsexby complete and utter accident.

With the intention of entering a lonely house in the woods to eat the humans living within it, Faunus had witnessed something. He’d grown curious of the strong scents that seeped from within, the strange sounds he heard.

His confusion and curiosity had gotten the better of him, and instead of rampaging inside to eat them, he watched. They’d fornicated the following night and then, for some reason, inthe middle of the day while also completing other intimate and raunchy acts.

He’d enjoyed the smells, the sounds, and the sight enough that it had caused his cock to unfurl involuntarily from the seam at his groin for the first time.

Having watched the human male tug on his shaft in preparation for the female he was with, Faunus had mimicked him simply because he’d gathered they were similar by shape alone.Although, Faunusdidhave additional appendages that liked to squirm at the base of his cock, and his came from within him rather than swinging like some fleshy pendulum.

He’d scared the absolute shit out of the humans when he roared upon his first release, butdamn...it had felt phenomenal.

After fleeing to a safe distance, Faunus had gotten to know his own cock rather intimately until he collapsed. He attempted to drain it of seed, brutalising his cock until it ached.

He learned much about himself.

After that, whenever he’d travelled on the surface belonging to the humans, Faunus sought out houses and watched to see what else he could learn. It was mostly nothing other than boring human customs and chores, but he’d seen many of them fucking – and sometimes not just two on their own or a male and female pairing.

At first, he’d touched himself with the memory of what he’d witnessed. It was only after he’d learned all this then felt compelled to check on Mayumi’s wellbeing again, that a new desire had birthed within him.

One in which he touched her... in the same way those human males had touched their females.

What he wouldn’t give to reach across the table and just run his palm over her thigh. What he wouldn’t give to be able to follow it with his tongue. What he wouldn’t give to learn what it felt like rather than watch from a distance.

To no longer be an unwanted voyeur to unseemly acts.

The females had created this sweet scent whenever they were aroused, and he wanted to know what hers smelt like, what it tasted like. He wanted to eat it, hoping it would quell the hunger in his gut.

He knew it had to be just his imagination, that he desired it so deeply, but he thought he could smell that ripening arousal scent coming from her now.

If it was just his imagination, he didn’t care.

He started panting lightly, and he made sure to keep his fangs shut so it wasn’t noticeable. That meant he could only breathe through his nose hole, which just made it easier for him to grow hotter and greedier for that scent.

She is naked before me.

His tentacles began swirling around his cock when he felt himself beginning to extrude. He placed his hand against his seam to prevent it and clutched his abdomen on purpose to help his tentacles win the battle of preventing his cock from slipping any further forward.

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