Page 198 of A Soul to Touch

“Mayumi...” he groaned when she was taking too long.

“Just do it,” she whispered. “I want to feel your hot come inside me more than anything. I don’t care what happens; I just need to feel it.”

With a snarl of victory, he let go of her hair so he could grip her shoulders to support her and himself as he curled his spine and shoved his head forward. Without warning, Faunus did as he promised earlier and shoved his fangs around the side of her neck.

He bit her, hard enough to draw blood but not enough to render her muscle, and shoved her down on him. Mayumi gasped, her hands letting go of his horns so she could grip the fur on the backs of his shoulders tightly and tug.

His tentacles locked around her just as his cock spikes hardened and latched. His roar was muffled by flesh, his breaths through his nose hole snorted, when the first burst of his seed splashed inside her.

“Nhn,” she mewed, the tension from his bite easing out of her as he filled her perfect pussy with every drop he had to give.

Faunus’ sight turned black as he basked in it, feeling her beginning to overflow as the sweetness of her blood slowly dripped into his mouth. The warmth of her body around him was like heaven, just as it felt like dearhomein his arms.

Her sleepy pumpkin scent on top of it all had his mind going blank as he was overcome with tenderness and pleasure. His roar turned into a shaken, mind-altered groan.

His cock left very little room inside of her to keep his seed, except for deep inside her womb, and the rest was forced out through their snugness. In the quiet of her home, heavy splatters could be heard as the rest hit the ground between his spread knees.

His tail remained curled in tension all throughout, while his body gave wild shudders and twitches – his inability to thrust through this was agony.

Gently, Faunus removed his fangs from her by widening his clamping jaw and pulled back. A few drops of crimson fell onto her shoulder when she fell forward with her arms dropping. Her pulse was beating frantically, and he could not only hear it but feel it against him – just as he heard and felt her lungs working fast.

His own heart and breaths were even more rapid.

Mayumi nuzzled and snuggled his fur, so he started dancing his fingertips up and down her spine.

“Are you okay? Does my bite hurt? Do you wish for me to heal you?” He’d heal her if she wanted him to, but he liked having it on her for a little while longer – the first of many bites he hoped to give her

He was particularly fond of the idea of biting at her thighs and arse if she let him. He’d nibble every bit of flesh with utter joy.

“That felt so good,” she said, not caring about her wound. Then she gave a soft laugh. “But I have bad news for you, Duskwalker.”

“Bad news?” he asked as he licked at his snout, trying to drink every bit of her he’d stolen. It was sweet and almost tangy like her scent but metallic and salty like all blood.

“I’m no longer in the fertile part of my cycle.” He tilted his head when he didn’t understand what that meant – considering he thought females were fertile all the time. Then, with her voice going soft, she whispered, “Better luck next month... if I let you.”

“I don’t understand,” he answered.

It only made her snort with humour.

“Of course not.” A few long but beautiful seconds passed. He combed her hair before brushing his hands down her body, happily holding his new bride – the only one he’d ever wanted. “Did you hear me?”

“Hear what, Mayumi?”

“Before you came back, I shouted at you. Did you hear what I said?”

Faunus cocked his head at that. “No, I did not.”

He didn’t know how long he’d been gone. The last thing he remembered was fighting the Demonslayers.

“Good,” she mumbled against him. “I want to tell you properly.”

“What did you–” before he could finish interrogating her, wanting to know the secret things she’d said to him, soft snores fell from her.

Since the entire front of her body was buried against him, including her face, he gently turned her head to find that she’d fallen asleep. Not just any kind of sleep either... but the one where the person was languid and deathly pale from exhaustion. Since her newest tears had come from physical tension rather than emotional distress, he could see the puffed darkness under her eyes.

She didn’t sleep.

He’d never seen her this tired.

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