Page 104 of A Soul to Embrace

“I don’t know what it means either,” she grumbled, fidgeting shyly at the colour being commented on – which was odd, as she was usually fine with that.

“That’s okay,” he answered with a small shrug. “We can figure it out together. Perhaps it has to do with you being further from Weldir in blood, since I’ve also never seen teal until I met you.”

Zylah just nodded, unsure of how to respond.

As if he could sense she no longer wanted to speak about the colour of her orbs, he gestured towards the village with his chin. “So, are you ready to go down now?”

She looked out over the crowd of Demons below. “Yes.”

“I’ll need to place a glamour over both of us, though, as I’m unsure how they’ll react to a Mavka. I also don’t want to be noticed.”

Twisting to face her, he bent one leg on top of the branch they were seated upon while the other remained hanging off the edge. He was slow to reach out to her skull, like he was unsure if she’d be comfortable with the touch, and she quickened the pace by leaning forward.

Zylah trusted him with all her heart, and she had absolutely no qualms about him touching her. Actually, she was hoping anything and everything they did now would allow them to become intimate like what they did within the mana stone’s pocket of earth.

Since he was wearing his shirt and cloak, she couldn’t tell if any of his symbols lit up upon his body. She felt warmth buzzing around her skull like fluttering moths, and she giggled at the way it tickled. Her toes splayed and then clenched, and she squirmed a little.

“What kind of glamour are you giving me?” she asked, when the fluttering descended over her body.

“Nothing too substantial,” he answered, his brows furrowing as he concentrated. “I’m changing your face to look more likea deer’s with fur to match your antlers, since having them on a rabbit is a little strange and may draw attention to you. I’m also hiding your skeletal bones, and shifting your fur to look more like the night sky reflecting off water, as with most Demons. I’m also giving you eyes, since your orbs would be a dead giveaway.”

“Would that not make me look like a...” She had to think for a moment to remember what he called them. “Lesser Demon?”

“One’s appearance doesn’t always match their humanity level. If a Demon consumes many kinds of animals, especially the same type, and just as many humans, the physical transformation can be delayed.” He shrugged as he pulled his hands away, and the fluttering settled to only a tiny tingle. “There are actually quite a number of Demons that prefer to keep their beastly appearance for ease of life. Fayren, for example, was keen on keeping some of her fox nature because it makes her swifter. Some prefer to even keep their wings and tails. It really depends on the Demon, but being at that level of humanity means they can consciously make that decision.”

As usual, Zylah appreciated that he was always so willing to explain such things to her – and often with great detail. She just wished he was more forthcoming about himself.

Hopefully that will change.He did say he’d eventually reveal it all to her, and she held onto that.

She didn’t think anything he told her would make her have a change of heart. The pleasurable feeling in her chest from earlier hadn’t gone unnoticed, especially as it continued to linger, and she knew it had a deep meaning. She didn’t think her affections for him would wane easily, and it was because of the way he treated her.

Even now, his touch and words remained gentle. He’d always been kind to her, regardless of the fact that she was bigger, stronger, and faster than him. He didn’t treat her like a beastly Mavka, but like a being worth being soft to.

“My turn,” he stated, just as his features began to change.

His long hair morphed to black, while the red in his eyes brightened to mimic other Demons. Although his face shape didn’t change, most of the brown in his skin darkened to a glossy, void black and covered from his right cheek to up and over his left temple, leaving only his mouth, nose and jaw the same. He did the same to his fingertips, while changing his nails to proper sharp, shiny black claws.

Her heart stuttered a little when she noticed two of his nails had been trimmed from touching her earlier, and the fact he now hid them did little to settle her. It was hard to forget that, considering her pussy still felt swollen from his enthusiastic ministrations.

Next, his black horns began to take on a dark-taupe colour, and the tips morphed to point at the ground rather than the sky. Two boorish tusks appeared to push his lower lip forward before they grew to the edges of his nose.

The changes were startling, and she turned her gaze away since his face was now strange. She also noticed that his scent had changed, which added to her uncertainty.

She scratched at the fur around her neck.

“There are many people down there,” she started with an anxious note in her tone. “If I can’t recognise your face or scent, how will I find you if we get separated?”

He waved his hands at her, gesturing for her to bring her skull forward once more. She did as she was instructed, and he covered her orbs with his palms.

“Since you don’t have eyes, per se, I don’t know if this will work, but there’s no harm in trying.”

More warmth radiated over her skull, although this time localised to her eye holes before slipping down her snout. Before he’d even removed his hands, she could once more take in hisproper scent – although it felt layered with the unnatural one he’d given himself.

When his palms slipped away, his face was normal again. Small dots of perspiration lined his forehead, as if he found this expenditure of magic tiresome.

“Did it work?”

Zylah nodded. “It did. Thank you.”

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