Page 36 of A Soul to Steal

Part of him wanted to march down into this horrible canyon of lost souls, shake a woman from her slumber, and tell her to fall in love with this big goofball. He would have even assisted, spouting on about how amazing Aleron was, that he was sweet, thoughtful, and charming in all his oddities. He could be Aleron’s knight in shining armour, his bride matchmaker, his wingman. Every step of the way, he would have his fist in the air, rooting for him.

However, the thought hollowed out his heart.

Gideon would have to wave goodbye to Aleron and his woman as he watched them hold hands and skip off into the fake sunset, leaving him to fade into nothing but a sleeping Ghost. It would also mean... he would no longer be by Aleron’s side.

I… wouldn’t even remember him.For some reason, that stung all the way to the soul floating inside his chest.I don’t want to forget him or everything we’ve done here, everything I’ve learned about him and this world.

Say we both could just magically come to life...He almost wanted to slap his face into his palm in mortification.He’d break my ass.

Although Gideon was happy to conform to his partner’s desires, he just couldn’t see that working out for them without a hell of a lot of patience. Aleron would have to learn by taking first, so he wouldn’t tear Gideon in half. Sure, an asshole could take a lot more than a woman’s pussy, could heal and be quite stretchy, but there were limits.

Aleron’s dickmightextend past those limits.

Fucking hell. If Ingram is similar in size to Aleron, how can they be compatible?Although the thought of Emerie getting it on withanyonemade him want to dry retch, he still wondered, especially after what happened earlier between himself and the monster currently clasping his hand.

Just thinking of their combined petting experience kept making his dick jerk in his pants.

When Aleron had woken up, he’d begun licking at Gideon’s neck. Just constant, incessant licking. He’d squirmed because it tickled, especially when that long purple tongue brushed his ear here and there, but that was only until he’d started getting... hard. Unbearably so.

The moment the Duskwalker started thrusting against him, he quickly pushed at Aleron’s chest to separate them. His thoughts during the hours Aleron slept had been rapid and conflicting. Shame had never registered within his conscience, but embarrassment at his own behaviour, as well as some bashfulness, had sucker-punched him repeatedly. So did arousal, and the cold and warm tangle of tender feelings. Worried and confused. Joyful and satisfied.

How did one person experience so many emotions all at once? When did their meaningless lives become an exciting thing?

It didn’t help that the entire time, he’d considered petting Aleron’s seam to make his dick come out for them to do it again. Maybe the second time around, they may have actually produced semen. Rather than being cock-blocked, they’d been cum blocked by this world.

At least desire and lust were possible between them, but he didn’t think that would be enough for them to have a future.

Why am I even thinking about this right now?

Freaked out about all the possibilities that lay before him, and his unknown future, he eventually stepped away from the safe blanket of Aleron’s wing. Then he tugged the Duskwalker’s hand.

“Come on, let’s move on.” He pointed to the distance, in the gap between a set of mountains that were misty and difficult to see. “Didn’t you say we’re almost there?”

I wonder where he’ll take me after this.

Gideon avoided looking at the woeful canyon of humans they walked next to. He hated that it appeared miles long, and mentally crossed his fingers there wasn’t anything else thisdepressingalong their travels.

I hope this other Duskwalker is as nice as Aleron.

Aleron paused, and with a disgruntled huff, released Gideon’s hand when he told him to stay put.I do not want to let his hand go.He liked holding it. It felt nice.

The human sunk low to the ground, crouch-walked forward on one hand like a Mavka, then reached out to the animal before them. It stepped back, hooves crossing, with its body language wary and guarded. Bucking its head with lowing snorts, it eyed Gideon as he kept inching closer.

Finally, he managed to place his palm on the side of the creature’s neck. Hishandsomefeatures, as Aleron learned was an appropriate word to describe a male’s beauty, melted into an expression of radiant awe. His green eyes widened, like he simply couldn’t believe he’d touched this animal. Even his cheeks pinkened with glee.

Aleron, unsure as to why, experienced a wildly unpleasant emotion within the pit of his gut. His sight shifted to green, a colour he wasn’t familiar seeing and was uncommon for him. He didn’t exactly know the name of the emotion, but it sunk into him like the fangs of a venomous snake.

I wish he would look at me with such an expression.Aleron may have seen something similar directed towards him, but not to this intensity.He should only look at me like that.

He wanted that radiating awe and the loveliness directed upon his own skull. He was better than this creature, surely.

His fur was longer and fluffier than its coarse brown. His horns were also thicker, although not longer. He also had pretty wings and could stand on two legs. Aleron was stronger, bigger, smarter, and better than this smallthing.

“This is so cool,” Gideon quietly uttered, as he stroked the short fur on its neck.

He directed his beaming face at Aleron, his smile growing so wide the dimples within his cheeks deepened and became more prominent. Somehow, some of his petty annoyance deflated out of him.

“Come,” he whispered, reaching his other hand out and waving his fingers at him beckoningly. “Slowly, though. Don’t spook it like that cat from the village.”

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