...Clasping Julie’s hand in his, Faunus looked deeper into her eyes. With a soft, seductive quality, she heard him say, “Touch me. Go ahead. Don’t give into fear now, human beauty.”

Julie reached the palm of her hand up to his chest. She pressed it in and spread her fingers across his flesh, petting the smooth skin of his muscled breasts. She plucked his nipples with her fingertips and plied the red-gold curls growing around his sternum. When she ran her palm down along his abs, her hips began to rotate with desire, as though they had an agenda all their own. She opened her mouth and took a deep breath. When she exhaled, she stepped back and, still looking into his eyes, touched him below the waist.

Okay, she warned herself, take this slow. No need to rush.

“Never rush,” Faunus answered.

She blushed. “Yeah, right. I’ve got to get used to you hearing my thoughts.”

The faun nuzzled his nose down into the bun on top of her head. His words reverberated with a soft and gentle echo through her mind.

“It brings us close, the mind talk, and keeps us honest.”

Julie chuckled and relaxed even more. She reached her left hand out and felt along the great faun’s hips.

The skin there grew, quite naturally, into auburn-colored fur. Julie’s fingers explored the ridge where the skin ended and the fur began. She stroked the coat along his hips as though she was petting a giant cat, then ran her palm down along his thigh.

Her thoughts gurgled one after another, excited and turned on.

Oh, this fur is soft, much softer than I’d have imagined.

“Thank you,” the faun said.

With ardent strokes, she caressed his thigh. Even when she sensed he was watching her with amusement, her zeal remained unfettered. Her desire to explore this fantastical being increased by the second. It amazed her how aroused she became while touching him.

She might have lost herself in him at that very moment, except for the sudden burst of giggles that erupted in her mind. The giggling wasn’t hers, so whose was it? She turned her head and saw the two girls she’d seen leaping earlier.

The flaxen-haired female had stifled her giggles enough to drink from an earthen cup. With an earthen jug in one hand and a cup in the other, the brown-haired girl offered a drink to Faunus.

Julie heard the faun say, “Yes, Tichi, thank you.”

In a seemingly effortless motion, he moved Julie over and leaned her against his side as though she was a puppet or large doll, before reaching out for the cup Tichi extended. Julie clung to him, entwining his powerful, muscled mass with the slender curves of her body. She fancied herself a wanton figure similar to ones she’d seen painted on ancient Grecian pottery in museums.

Faunus brought the cup to his lips and drank with such longing that Julie, too, craved a sip. Watching him guzzle the liquid was further stirring her desire for him. Fires burned from the core of her being in preparation for play with this eccentric entity.

Julie watched Faunus take the cup away and run his tongue over his lips. He maintained eye contact and made an exaggerated effort to lick off each and every drop of liquid from his mouth. He then offered her the cup. When she parted her lips to drink, he helped her steady the cup between them. Her nose sensed the aromatic blend of grapes before her tongue tasted the delicious liquid. The cool, red wine that slid down her throat dissipated any lingering inhibitions that may have been lurking to thwart her from acting on desire.

After Julie had drained the last drop of wine, Faunus brought it away from her lips. She dropped her hand along his waistline to continue exploring where his skin met the fur growing from his hip. She dared to drop her hand farther down, along the groove between his inner thigh and groin, and massage the hot, damp fur in there. When his erection sprang to life, she jumped. It popped up, immense, and smacked her on the wrist. Eyes wide, she pulled away to get a better look.

Oh, my—that’s one major organ, you’ve got there. You are one virile—should I call you a faun? Or are you a god?