Page 108 of A Soul to Touch

She couldn’t help thinking he looked rather self-important right now, which was how he always looked when lying down.

I want to scramble his damn brain.

She sat back on her ankles, still completely kneeling on his thighs, and licked at the seam of her lips. His tail curled before resting against the ground, and it only added to the vision of him that she saw.

Just looking at the feast of a Duskwalker before her, her groggy mind was already a little more alert. Excitement was beginning to throb in all the delicate places on her body.

Yet, the first thing Mayumi did was plant her face against his chest and start rubbing it against him.

“Why is your fur so damn soft?” she asked, taking in its utter softness and his intoxicating smell up close. “It just makes me want to constantly be buried against you.”

Leaning on her elbows, she eventually nuzzled herself to the side until her lips brushed against his flat nipple. They were dark grey in colour, much like the rest of his skin that she could see – like his stomach and hands. It was darker, though, and she grazed her tongue over the one she’d been caressing with her lips to see if he liked it.

She eyed him as she did, and his orbs instantly switched to purple. The colour deepened when she bit at it before sucking.

“That feels... strange.” His tail wrapped around her thigh to tug her back so she would release it.

When she did, he removed one hand from behind his head and flicked his own nipple in curiosity before putting it back. It had been a new sensation for him, and she figured he wasn’t quite sure how he felt.

She’d try again later.

Unbothered by his fur, she bit the top of his pectoral muscle where it was longer before biting the lower part where it was shorter. Then she just kissed her way down until she was slipping between his thighs, and he had to part for her.

“What are you doing, Mayumi?” he asked when her knees were firmly against the ground.

Thankful she’d stolen his pants days ago and hidden them, the tips of her fingers glided over where his seam was. She thought it was adorable when it gave a restraining clench inward under her touch.

“What do you think?”

In all this time of Faunus being here, she’d never gotten the chance to just play with him. She’d seen it, stroked his cock, and held it with her hands, but Faunus was always trying to get something inside of her – whether it be his fingers, tongue, or cock.

She’d tasted his yummy lubricant on her fingers before, but now she wanted to nibble at it from the source.

Leaning forward, she ran her tongue from the bottom of his seam all the way to the top. “Open up, Faunus.”

She blinked when the tip of a tentacle wriggled to get free, before curling around her finger when she brought it closer. Then his seam parted, his cock slipping forward unsheltered by the four limbs that usually encompassed it protectively.

Faunus was by no means a grower.

What came out of him was the same length it always was, and its thickness only swelled slightly. The only difference was that it was still partially soft when usually it was hard as it came out.

It was a strong lavender colour, not a very dark purple but not light either. Mayumi held it by its thick base and ran her thumb up the side, feeling his spongy spikes move under the pad of it.

Watching her silently, Faunus allowed her to take her time. She knew he was enjoying himself from how quickly it began to harden, though, going from being floppy against his abdomen to jutting.

His wriggling tentacles were a much darker purple on the smooth outside, threatening to be a few shades from black, butthe spikey insides were the same colour as his shaft. These spikes often became rigid around her hips, but they never grew sharp enough to cut her.

She gave two of the limbs her left hand to tangle with as she glided her right up his big, magnificent cock. His lubricant spread, glistening and wet. It was fat, and when she brought her other hand up to cup the other side, both couldn’t contain its girth.

Mayumi bent forward so she could run her tongue over it.

Her eyelids flickered under the delicious onslaught of his lemongrass and lime scent straight on her tongue. It was diluted, but it ensured she started salivating. Faunus’ fangs parted slightly on an exhale, his cock swelling in reaction.

Coming down the other side, Mayumi lathered kisses over every single spike on his cock. They weren’t uniform, dotting him here and there.

It’s amazing that this fits inside me,she thought as she brought her hands up from the base to halfway. She swirled her tongue at the broad head, the spikes around the rim bigger here.

Although it looked proportional to his body, not too long or thick against him, against her own size, it looked... ginormous. The fact she could take it all the way to the hilt was impossible. Which, of course, it was without his gut-rearranging magic.

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