Page 56 of A Soul to Touch

“Okay. On one condition.” The teasing, mischievous, almosttitterin her voice had him looking up in concern. “I want you to lie back.”

He tilted his head slightly. “Why?”

From what he gathered, him being on all fours with her on her back would be much easier.

“I want to sit on your face.”

Faunus reared back and then brushed his hand over his short snout. “I don’t have a face on which one sits, Mayumi.”

It was made of hard bone. It wouldn’t be comfortable.

“Sure you do.” She leaned up and began pressing on one side of his torso. “And I’ve been wanting to from the first moment I saw it.”

The first moment?

He let himself fall to the side, trusting in Mayumi and honestly just giving her whatever she wanted if it meant he could taste her.

She pulled the shirt that had been sitting around her neck up and over her head to remove it, leaving herself completely bare to him.

Faunus had no idea what he was supposed to do when she flipped her leg over his head and straddled him high on his chest right below his throat. Her thick hair fell around her shouldersand framed her face when she placed her hands on the ground around his head. He had the nagging urge to touch those delicate strands.

“Let’s see how far those big, scary fangs of yours part.”

Oh.Understanding dawned on him, and his cock gave a powerful jerk behind his seam. He almost extruded, but he’d managed to clench his groin muscles in time to prevent it – barely.

What she meant by sitting on his face, was to actually sitinsidehis mouth.

He placed his large hands over her thighs to grip them tightly, then he lowered his jaw as far as he could.

Before she could do anything, Faunus was already lifting her forward on her knees. His snout was feline, so it was shorter than most other Duskwalkers’ skulls he’d seen.

He was thankful for that.

Even though her thighs hugged the sides of his skull, he was able to fit beneath her so he had room and could see since he didn’t bring her all the way in.

He was hesitant about doing so. His fangs were sharp, and the four longer ones meant she was in danger of being nicked if he wasn’t careful.

What if I cause her to bleed?Anxiety warred with his choking desire.I... just need to be careful.Because now that the source of her sweet, aroused scent was just a tongue touch away, he knew nothing was going to stop him from sampling her completely.

While slightly twisting his head, his tongue rolled the same way so he could slip the top of it, where his tastebuds were, from that pretty little slit she’d opened for him all the way up to the hard nub of her clit encased inside her folds.

“Ngnhh!”he violently groaned upon the delicious slick that coated his tongue.

She let out a quivering moan, and his mind went blank.

One of his hands slipped to her round arse so he could grip it, knead it, just fucking hold the perfect thing, as the other went to her waist to make sure she couldn’t escape him. He foolishly drew her deeper within his mouth as his sight darkened under the sheer euphoria he was experiencing with just his disastrous first foray.

Faunus didn’t even care that his cock had slipped past his seam to the length of his tentacles sheltering him. Or that he felt a heavy, thick bubble of precum spreading on the inside of them. Or that bringing her closer could be dangerous with his sharp feline fangs.

Not when he lowered her at the same time he penetrated her tight hole with his entire tongue just so she could saturate it completely, warm it completely, and feel it completely.

His mind melted underneath her.

Fuuuck.

Her sleepy pumpkin scent made him feel groggy to the point he wondered if this was what humans experienced when they were ‘drunk’. His body grew hotter, his mind so dazed that he started thrusting his tongue without thought inside her tight, plump channel. Its movements were languid, lapping at her slowly.

His flesh tightened.

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