Page 60 of A Soul to Touch

He slipped his free hand up her side so he could palm at her chest, wanting to abrade her nipples with his rough callouses.

“Come for me again,” he pleaded, his knees parting in preparation to steady himself for his oncoming release. His groin spasmed. “You taste so good.”

He even brought his tongue away for a moment so he could rub his entire face against her glistening, drenched folds, smearing it all over his skull. He was trying to show her how much he adored it.

He didn’t know if it was his obvious desperation for it, his palm stroking her nipples just right, the fact he was on his knees masturbating over her, or his tongue, but one or all of them pushed her over the edge.

He only licked up enough of it to stop it from dripping so he could smear it over his face again, using the bone to pet her.

I want to fuck her. She asked for it. She wanted it.

He slipped the side of his face over her pubic mound and gave a shuddering groan against her hip. The end of his tail curled in tension as his tentacles curled into themselves, wanting to grip something as his seed started to rise.

I want to make this cunt mine. Stretch her so only I can take her, make her beg for it. Make her need me. I want to claim it. I want to fill her with my seed. I... nhnn... fuck.

His trembling jaw parted as a loud groan fell from him, right as his cock swelled and then stayed thicker. He had to stop moving his hand when his spikes hardened right before he released his first mind-numbing, body-shuddering, bliss-filled burst.

He heard itsplatteragainst the ground under the force and volume of his first rope of semen.

His expires were heavily panted and shaken when he released a second spurt, then a third. It went on and on as Faunus released against the ground when he wanted to be sheltered by her heat instead.

He was too far gone to roar, too lost.

He had no idea what he was doing to her. If he was crushing her small body under the weight of his head against her abdomen. If his hand was loose or tight around the side of her ribcage.

If he was hurting her...

The bliss he felt was too profound for him to think of anything other than the way his cock pulsated and jerked. He was coming so hard he thought he was going to drain his semen sacs completely by the end of it.

When he was done trying to steady himself through one of the most intense orgasms of his entire life, he could do nothing else but pin her. Every bit of energy had been sapped from him for a few seconds as aftershocks assaulted odd and strange parts of his body.

The crack in his skull thumped with a slightly more noticeable ache than usual from how hard his heart pumped, but it was mostly fine.

Then he finally looked up and saw Mayumi was limp against the mattress. Her chest was rising and falling at a rapid rate, but it seemed her last orgasm had weakened her.

Faunus didn’t care that his softening cock hadn’t gone inside his seam yet. Nothing in that moment would have stopped him from scooping Mayumi up into his arms, not even her. On his knees, he sat back onto his calves so he could hold her naked, languid form on top of his spread bulky thighs.

Tenderness surged when she freely let him.

She is too beautiful, too perfect, to be real.

He worried this was just another one of his dreams. If it were, he hoped he never woke up.

Faunus held Mayumi’s light weight with just his left arm by cradling her across his forearm with his hand splayed under both arse cheeks. Her folded knees locked her in by pressing against the crease of his groin and thigh.

He adored that she curled into him, her gentle, soft, hot breaths fanning over his abdomen. Her hands were laying over her stomach like she was limp – making her appear docile.

He should get his shirt back off her since he’d left it behind last time in his haste, but he also liked that her face was pressed against the side of his bare chest. She didn’t seem to mind the hard bone of his ribcage as she rubbed against his long, black fur.

The moment was peaceful.

And for him, it was blissfully serene. Especially when he reached his right hand up so he could brush the backs of his claws against the side of her cheekbone.

For so long, he’d fantasised about having this tiny Demonslayer relaxed in his arms. He’d longed to gaze down at her and brush his fingers into her hair to become intimate with its texture.

He did so now, pushing his claws into her hair so he could greet each strand with his fingers. They were glossy but also coarse in their own way. That didn’t make them any less soft or tantalising as he tangled himself into them.

Her droopy, half-cast lids only grew wider so she could look up at his face. She was still catching her breath, but they were easing with each intake.

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