Page 82 of A Soul to Touch

It feels so good. I feel like I’m going to explode.

The heady smell of lemongrass infiltrated Mayumi’s senses. It was hard to wake, her body was so lax and yet so unbelievably sore that the idea of moving away from the sublime heat surrounding her was unbearable.

Mayumi was sheltered by a hard, dense body.

Faunus cuddled her with his arms wrapped loosely around her. One arm acted as her pillow, while the other was crossed over her to curl underneath her side. Laying on their sides, they weren’t quite facing each other since he was so big.

Her face was buried against his chest, and she nuzzled the soft fur there before sighing in contentment.

I could get used to this.

She knew they’d started having sex in the middle of the day, but they’d only had a few short breaks so that she could eat something, drink some water, or nap before Faunus was ruthlessly rutting inside her again. As he’d promised, he’d taken her repeatedly, even late into the night.

This is how women get UTIs,she thought with a frown, yet there was no uncomfortable feeling. Perhaps his lubricant was helpful in preventing it. Or maybe she was just lucky.

Still, Mayumi was tender...everywhere.

Not only was her pussy swollen and sore, but her thighsachedfrom being around his much larger waist and being put into different positions. Her chest was partially chafed from rubbing against the ground and his body when he finally turned her over.

She didn’t even want to start thinking about her poor knees and elbows.

Gingerly sitting up, Mayumi rubbed the side of her face while looking for the window, disorientated from waking up upside down to how she usually did in the house. She usually slept with her feet facing away from the door.

Once she saw that it was early morning, she turned her gaze down to Faunus, still asleep. His orbs were black, signalling they were ‘closed’ – or whatever he saw when they weren’t glowing.

She rubbed her eyes when she felt a light pounding behind them.I have a headache.Who knew that being fucked repeatedly into oblivion would be bad for one’s health?

She scoffed at herself.Worth it.

What she did know was that she needed water.

The moment she started to lift his arm to get up, his orbs morphed to their usual yellow. She squeaked when he tightened around her and pulled her back down until she was lying with her face buried in the fur of his chest once more.

“Sleep more,” he demanded with an adorably deep, groggy voice, rubbing the underside of his snout against the top of her head. Then he ground his closed seam against her closed thighs. “Unless you want more.”

“You’re a menace!” she tried to shout. Her voice came out cracked and so hoarse it was almost painful. She’d lost it halfway through the night from crying out.

“You are the one that started this,” he rebuffed. “You cannot blame me when I only intended to come here to protect you. You are the one thatbegged.”

Every word from him grew softer as though he was moments from falling back asleep. He parted his jaws to let out a large yawn before smacking his tongue inside his maw.

“I didn’t beg,” she grumbled.

Did she beg? She couldn’t quite remember. Perhaps asked nicely would be a better way to describe it.

She considered going back to sleep, his embrace was peaceful, but now that she’d opened her eyes and had thought about getting up, sleep would elude her.

Faunus started nuzzling his snout into her hair until he’d truly covered his face in the nest of knots.

“I like the way you smell.” He gave deep huffs, like he was breathing her in, as his large torso expanded and then decompressed. “Like pumpkin and sleep.”

Her lips pursed. “What does sleep even smell like?”

“It smells warm and comforting and makes me drowsy.”

That still didn’t make sense, but she smiled regardless. She’d never had anyone describe her like that, and the tender swirling emotion in her chest only deepened when she noticed him purring like a satisfied kitten.

The sound of it always turned her stomach into knots.

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