Page 116 of A Soul to Touch

“It’s not fair that you can speak, purr, and lick me at the same time.” Her voice was so small and dozy that she sounded unbelievably weak. Hearing it and seeing how docile she was right now had spikes going down his limbs and back quivering. “It makes it so hard to deny you.”

Going over her collarbones, Faunus went lower. He dabbed at the centre of her chest, feeling her hard sternum pressing against his long, flat, malleable tongue.

“Even your little nipples are cute.” He nipped at one, and she let out a gasp.

“I’m really sensitive all over right now,” she croaked, pushing at his nose.

He moved away, going back to her sternum to not overstimulate her. He was enjoying petting her like this, appreciating her body in a completely different way.

I like every part of her.From her bold personality to the soft satisfied side of her.

He started moving his hands behind her, one going up so he could caress her lovely shoulder while the other ran down her hip, hoping to feel her strong legs. He would even appreciate her cute, dainty feet if she let him.

Suddenly, her scent became hot in a way he’d never smelt before, and something pinched the very tip of his tongue as he brushed it over the centre of her chest.

A bright light flashed.

Faunus reared his head back when the pinching at the tip of his tongue didn’t fade. Then something weighty caused it to flop downwards while it was still sticking out.

There was also a strange light still emitting between them.

Digging his arms out from below her, he raised his hand so he could cup underneath it. Something small folded onto the centre of his large palm as he lifted it. His tongue followed until it was released, just as a little flame became visible when he raised it past his snout.

Everything within Faunus paused, his heart, his lungs, his very mind, when he realised it wasn’t just a simple flame but a woman made of it.

Is this... her soul?

It was currently resting on its hip, with its two little, shapely legs curled to the side while resting on a single arm. Its hair was long, lifting up from its shoulders before falling and then rising again, almost like it was being billowed by waves.

But he knew it was her soul when it turned its gaze up to him, with two little sharp dark pools for eyes, and had the audacity to fucking grin at him in the same way she did. Itreached up to himwith both arms, almost like it wanted him to embrace it. It was like it wanted to go with him.

The world around him faded as he grew rapt with Mayumi’s soul.

It was mesmerizing, perhaps even one of the most stunning things he’d ever seen. The only thing that could compare to it was Mayumi herself.

And it looked exactly like her, from her stout height and muscular legs to her dainty hands and feet.

Faunus lifted his other hand so he could brush the back of his black, curling foreclaw under the same rounded jaw he enjoyed licking. Her soul tilted its head back in welcome while gripping the sides of his finger.

The sound that came out of him was more like a childish giggle than anything else as his sight changed to a bright, radiating, flamingo pink. His heart felt as light as the very soul in his palm. That heavy feeling as it dangled from his tongue must have been from pulling it out of her body, yet it truly weighed nothing.

Her soul came to me.That same childish sound of adoring delight escaped him. He couldn’t believe he was staring at it, holding it. That he was petting it.

His mouth watered, knowing exactly what he was supposed to do with it. He considered it, his palm lifting closer.

A small, fleshy hand wrapped around the side of his own and the world opened up again. Mayumi, the physical one, had dipped his hand to the side while leaning up so she could see.

“What is it?” she asked as she repositioned herself onto her knees.

His reality set in, and the warmth and tenderness he felt was overshadowed by an intense, cold-like grief.

“It is your soul,” he answered, his voice twisted with awe and agony.

Mayumi’s eyes drew away from what lay in his palm to him. She held his gaze, waiting for an explanation. When he didn’t give it, hoping she’d let it go, her brows drew together.

He knew her question even before she said it.

“Why did it come out of me?” Then she looked down to pat her chest. “I don’t feel any different. I’ve never heard of something like this happening. I didn’t even know my soul could come out of my body.”

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