Page 135 of A Soul to Touch

Her eyelids bowed and crinkled with thought before she loosened her arms, and they eventually fell. Her head was still turned away, though.

“Now that’s a good, little hunter,” he purred as he reached for the vial of soap.

He started with her throat and hair after he dunked her back just far enough to wet it. He knew Mayumi had become content again when he played with her hair and massaged the soap into her scalp.

She was always easy to coax sounds out of, and his sensitive hearing picked them up no matter how quiet she was.

He cradled her entire body with one arm, holding her in the water, as the other danced over her supple flesh.

“Thank you for sharing all this with me,” he eventually said as he washed her breasts, lingering there because he liked the way she twitched. Her nipples were hard, and he knew she enjoyed it when he petted them. “There is only so much I could learn from afar, and I have always wanted to know more about you.”

“You could always ask me,” she said quietly, her eyes closing in what could only be contentment.

“I don’t always know what I need to ask,” he said truthfully. “To be honest, I don’t know what I’m doing with you or why.”

Her eyes peeked open slightly. “What do you mean?”

“I have been to many places and seen many humans, but it has only ever been you that has brought peace within my mind.” He brushed his soap covered hand down her stomach, palming her all the way down as it dipped and concaved under his rough callouses. “All I know is that whenever something... unpleasant has happened to me, you have been the only thing I can think of, the only thing that could ease me.”

Faunus pushed past her pubic mound to go to her legs, knowing if he was to touch there, he may want to return to it when he’d already promised this would be as far as they’d go tonight.

His thoughts weren’t aided by the fact his sight was purple again, and he could feel the underside of his rehardened cock brushing against the side of her arse. Even one of his tentacles had curled into that cute little crease she had where her arse cheek met the back of her thigh.

Even when Jabez had me in that room, she was the only creature that kept me... sane.

And every time his mind had finally drifted off, it was her beautiful face that he’d see right before he succumbed to his pain, or lack of air, or when his heart would temporarily stop beating.

She’d unknowingly been his salvation.

He gripped her muscular thigh tightly, never wanting to let it go, as he said, “I am inexplicably drawn to you, Mayumi.”

While crouched, Mayumi carefully selected her footing to make sure she didn’t stand on any leaf or stick debris. She even tested the snow she was walking on top of to make sure it wasn’t deeper than usual and wouldn’t create noise.

Her breathing was shallow and quiet, her pulse calm and steady.

On the other side of the deer, deep within the trees, she could occasionally see two yellow orbs. Faunus was ensuring he didn’t spook the creature in the wrong direction. For a beast that was so massive and heavy, his steps were almost silent when he wanted them to be.

He was being just as cautious as she was, however, for a completely different reason.

There was a chance he could be sent into bloodlust, a hunting rage if the deer ran. She’d originally been hoping he could chase the deer down and kill it for her, but he’d informed her that would be too dangerous.

He could turn on her once he finished eating.

His face was covered by a cloth that was saturated with perfume to hide the scent of blood from him. His jaws were alsotied shut, just in case, by an enchanted rope she still had from being a Demonslayer.

She had a small arsenal of enchanted weapons.

They had been blessed by Priests and Priestess in one of their temples. They refused to live with the guild or in most towns, choosing to seclude themselves unless they had their own temple within the town. With limited space, having a temple just for a small few was unachievable.

Mayumi had always been apprehensive of those face-covered, mysterious people. The fact that they were the only humans who could use magic and hid their identities and even their bodies in long cloth and cloaks... she couldn’t help finding them anything but suspicious.

She was aware she was calling the kettle black, considering Demonslayers also covered their faces, but that was more to stay hidden within the dark than anything else.

Still, she had always been thankful for their magic.

It had been a massive help as a Demonslayer, but currently it was protecting her from her big, bad, sharp toothed monster.

This was their agreement.

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