Page 58 of A Soul to Touch

His strokes became shorter so he could twist his fist over the rim of his cockhead, focusing on the most sensitive part of his shaft.

I want her to fuck my face again.He’d never thought it was fuckable before, yet here he was, gaining a new fantasy while experiencing it for the first time. Just imagining her doing this again while she was already doing it was hurtling him even deeper.

Faunus released another deep groan against her, trying to get his fist and tongue to match a rhythm. Back when he stroked downwards on his cock, and then forward when he drew up.

Because... what he really wanted was for her to slam this sweet, little cunt on his big cock until she’d claimed it for herself.

Her movements halted.

“Wait...” She started to turn. “Are you–”

Shit.White flashed in his orbs, and he let go of her wonderful arse so he could grip her jaw. He forced her head forward.

“Don’t.”

He didn’t want her to look. Faunus knew what it looked like, how different it was. He didn’t want to see her be repulsed by his body or for her to stop because of it.

Humans didn’t have the four long tentacles he had at the base of his cock. Theirs generally matched the colour of their bodies,but his was a light purple. Theirs were smooth, whereas Faunus could feel soft spikes in his palm that spanned all around his shaft. They weren’t uniform but dotted everywhere, including the bulbous, slightly pointed head.

“But I want to see it,” Mayumi whispered, her pussy clamping around his tongue as if she was excited just by the idea. “I want to see your cock, Faunus.”

His lungs compressed and decompressed rapidly in anxiety as he flickered his gaze over her face, trying to read her expression.

It was her soothing hands brushing over his fangs – that were pressed against the lower part of her abdomen – before they ran down his snout and all the way to his forehead, that made him hesitantly release her.

She knew what he was. That he wasn’t human, and here she was doing this to him. Allowing him to feel her cunt fluttering her fragile heartbeat around his tongue.

She’d even asked him for this.

More of his self-lubricant seeped between the gaps of his fingers when he gripped his cock tighter – just as she turned to look.

Her inner walls spasmed, and her panting seemed to worsen. She stared, examining this part of him, and it felt like minutes rather than the few short seconds it truly was.

He tried to control his tentacles from squirming, but he could feel them twitching in the nagging need to move, to hold on to something, to just be their wiggling, seeking selves.

Only because he worried he’d start drying out, which stung terribly, he bobbed his hand down and then up, smearing his lubricant from base to tip. Just when he was about to let go so she could see better, Faunus let out a choke.

Her inner walls had clamped down so hard that it felt like she had tried to suck his tongue from his own mouth!

Did... she like me doing that?

Just to confirm, he did it again. He fisted his cock and squeezed as he stroked down all the way to the sac embedded into the base of his cock before he drew up. He didn’t even make it to the flaring rim before she tried to steal his tongue again.

He even felt and heard the squelch of more liquid forming from her.

She may not be saying anything, but her body was speaking to him.She’s enjoying it.To know that, to know she was enjoying watching him stroke his own cock...

Screw this!She could do what she wanted, but now his body was growing overheated. He’d never been this turned on before.

A breathless pant fell from him as he started masturbating his cock with fast and short strokes, just as he wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her steady as he moved his tongue in and out of her.

She could watch all she wanted, but he was not done feasting.

His sight went dark, no longer able to keep it open under the onslaught of sensations brushing over him. Her scent, her taste, her grinding against his tongue. The way her thighs warmed his cool skull or how his sensitive tastebuds felt the texture within her. His fist was tight, squeezing to the core, and he found himself unconsciously thrusting into it.

The only thing he was conscious of doing was sheathing his claws when he knew his movements everywhere were causing him to dig his fingers into her soft skin.

Her scream was the only warning he got before she started coming. He answered it with an aggressive, demanding snarl, twisting and moving his tongue faster.

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