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Her mind was like a non-stop chatterbox. Which was often irritating as she liked complete and utter silence – only to be thwarted by herself.
Nothing could make him regret coming to be her protector... unless, of course, he failed her.
“You can pretend you can control me, but that isn’t the case. I will happily be your ‘guard dog’ as you so crudely put it, but I am the one who is in control. If I tell you to sit, you are to sit. If I tell you stay, you are to stay. And if I tell you to come, you are to come like a good, obedient Demonslayer. Understood?”
I hope my big forest God has a cock.
The number of times she’d aimed an arrow right between their red eyes and unleashed her bow while thinking she would have adored pinning them down and riding whatever cock they may or may not have had been countless.
I would allow her to stab me in the heart as much as she contents.
What he wouldn’t give to reach across the table and just run his palm over her thigh. What he wouldn’t give to be able to follow it with his tongue. What he wouldn’t give to learn what it felt like rather than watch from a distance. To no longer be an unwanted voyeur to unseemly acts.
I’m scared to get close to anyone, but I hate being alone.
His unholy face that was like a deity of death. His glowing orbs that were swirling and prettier in the night. His daunting height that made her truly feel small and feminine when usually she felt like a stomping ogre. His bulky, muscular body that she could feel now like a big pillow. His scent. His rich voice. Even the sound of his huffing breath had her ears tingling. He was too beautiful to be kept hidden in the dark.
He would have died a happy Duskwalker with his head between her thighs.
He had many things he could put inside this hole. His fingers, his tail, a candlestick. She was going to have to be more specific if she wanted to give him any direction.
Most didn’t want to rail what went bump in the night, but she’d always found the darkness... arousing.
I never wanted to come back here. He never wanted to see the mixing black and white mist nor hear the eery silence of a place that was afraid to have life. There were no bugs, no birds. Stomachs were living, moving graveyards – that’s what lived within the Veil, death. The malodorous rot of it never escaped his notice.
Her scent had faded from his body over the past several days, but it was there in his mind, would forever be there. He’d taken in her essence and then forcibly woven it into his entire being, every fibre, every cell. Faunus had knotted her to his internal essence so she could ruin and taint him completely for herself.
“Mine,” he possessively growled at her. He was telling her he’d claimed it, that it was his. She would have denied it if it wasn’t true. No human was going to fit there again, so she hoped he planned to stick around because she was going to need him.
Who knew that being fucked repeatedly into oblivion would be bad for one’s health? She scoffed at herself. Worth it.
“Humankind is dying,” she sighed. “The world is broken, Faunus. We are the last choking embers waiting to die out, desperately burning the last of the light before we’re gone. Time is eating us alive, just waiting to cradle us into the grave.”
“I am not a person, Mayumi.” His tone was almost bitter. Mayumi dropped her head forward. “You are to me. You have an identity. It’s just unique.”
I have always been searching... So why did I stop when I found her?
“I have been to many places and seen many humans, but it has only ever been you that has brought peace within my mind.”
What was the point of his humanity then, if he couldn’t have the one creature he’d sworn to protect? The one creature he’d grown to... love.
She would be the last thing on his mind as he finally faded to the afterworld, and he held not an ounce of regret in the action that caused it.
Things can be broken, Mayumi, the memory of her father echoed. You can’t apologise to a cup and have it fix itself, but you can work hard and pour value into it, making it better, stronger. It depends on what you’ve broken is worth to you.
“I’ve never lost someone who made me feel so whole. How am I supposed to find my place in a world I know for certain you’re not in?”
“You can’t hurt something that feels nothing.”
