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"Speaking aloud"
'Speaking telepathically'
Subconscious thoughts, deep in the mind and cannot be heard by others at all.
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Chapter 10: Touch
While Amon and I talked to each other on the way to his home, he was able to teach me how to speak telepathically, lucky for me I was able to learn quickly.
Once we got back to the mansion, Amon led me back to the room I was in a few days ago.
My curiosity has been getting the better of me since we arrived, I haven't stopped looking at him since we got to the room.
The room is fairly illuminated by the numerous candles Amon provided me with, the window has also been covered by two layers of curtains so he can check on me during the day if he wishes.
Earlier he informed me of a very interesting fact about his species, telling me that members of his species aren't usually out during the day for a good reason besides unwanted attention.
He told me his species is sensitive to sunlight, meaning if their skin is in direct sunlight for a certain amount of time, it will begin to burn horribly.
So if they had a reason to be out during the day, they would have to cover their skin as much as possible, and have to try and blend in to look human from a distance in case they are spotted.
I don't mind having the window covered, plus my sleep schedule is completely off anyway.
At the moment I am watching Amon silently while sitting upon the bed, looking over his features and body with my night vision and the candlelight.
For some reason I am completely captivated by the unique features he has compared to humans.
Amon is watching me, not minding being stared at and looked over, honestly I think he seems to like it.
I hop off the bed, standing across from him, I put my hand under my chin and tilt my head a little, "Spread your wings for me."
Amon obeys, slowly spreading them, his primary flight feathers lightly touching the walls at both sides of him, his wingspan is very impressive, but not gigantic to where it is unproportionate to his body. When folded they barely touch the ground at his sides.
Looking over his wings I slowly approach his right wing, looking at all the different sized feathers.
Slowly I move my hand to his wing's wrist, the feathers astonishingly soft. I travel my hand down to his secondary converts, his breathing deepens at the same time my hand is moving.
I give him a confused look, "What's wrong? Do you not want me to touch them?" I ask, quickly withdrawing my hand.
He chuckles nervously, "No...you can touch them...but like I said, my feathers have lots of nerves in them…"
I listen to his words carefully, wondering why he is pointing it out again, "Oh, so it feels good then?" I realize, moving my hand back to his wing, holding one of his feathers lightly in my hand.
"...Yes. It does...but it feels a little too good, if you know what I'm trying to say."
My eyes widen and I pull my hand away fast, my face heating up, "Wait..does that mean…?"
"Yes. Our wings are pleasure spots on our bodies." He admits, laughing at my reaction.
"EHHH I am so sorry!" My face brightens into a deep red, backing up.
He laughs more, folding his wings back up at his sides, "Your wings aren't pleasure spots?"
"No!" I shrieked, my face bright red.
"That sucks for you." He teases, smirking.
"Uh, actually it is a good thing so random strangers can't pleasure me out of nowhere! That is so weird Amon!" I giggle, laughing.
He grins at me, I change my point of interest to his skin.
His skin is so unique and tough looking, like Axel's. Amon is taller, but both of their bodies are built perfectly, although Axel's body and muscles look a bit more defined than Amon's.
"Okay, can I touch your skin? Or is that too weird. It looks so cool, I'd love to feel it." I ask him, although I've felt Axel's slightly, I wasn't paying too much attention to it because he was trying to kill me or whatever.
"Go ahead." He tells me proudly before flexing his muscles so I can feel them.
I laugh at him, "Stop it! Flexing doesn't count!"
"Yes it does." He jokes, grinning.
"It doesn't! That's not how your muscles feel when they are relaxed." I explain, giggling.
"...Yes it is." He laughs.
"No its not! Stop it!"
Amon groans in defeat, relaxing his body, "Fine."
I smirk at him, placing a hand on his chest to feel all the unique designs on it, slowly traveling my hand across it.
As I continue feeling along his chest, suddenly a strange continuous low sound erupts from it, rumbling my hand with it. My mind takes a second to realize it sounds like something I've heard before.
Purring?
I become confused and give him a weird look, "What are you doing? What is that sound you are doing?"
Amon smirks, "We make this sound when we like something a lot, we naturally feel the desire to do it."
Yep that is definitely purring…
I laugh at him, "You can purr?!" I squeak through my laughter, putting a hand over my mouth while laughing.
"Purr? Is that what you call it?"
"Yes!" I gush, continuing to giggle, "Felines and some other animals do it when they like something a lot, just like you said."
"Oh, I've heard of the word before but I wasn't sure what it meant." He says, smirking.
I laugh more, his purrs sounding very similar to a deep lion's purr (literally in the first film when trish is on one side of the glass and Axel is on the other, TURN THE VOLUME UP, you can hear him purring and it's the most adorable thing ever!) slowly I move my hand around his chest more, moving my other to one of his arms.
Slowly I feel the muscles in his arm, feeling all these irresistible muscles of his is beginning to drive me crazy.
Just imagining the way he would use them is making my body react badly to the point it feels like I peed myself…
I back away from him, controlling myself, "Alright that's enough exploring for me tonight…" I mumble, walking over to the bed and sitting down.
He watches me, knowing exactly what is happening because of the thick scent in the air, coming from me. He laughs at me, "Have you ever felt a male's body before? It seems like you haven't."
I glare at him with a slight playful tone to it, "That is none of your business, bird-man."
He laughs at my words, continuing with his question "Have you?"
I look away from him and begin growling, "Have you?" I ask, looking at him.
"Felt a male's body?" He asks, grinning in amusement, "Not in that manner, I have not."
"No I meant a female's body!" I blurt, quickly looking over at him.
"I asked you first. Answer my question and I will answer yours."
I groan loudly in annoyance, "Fine, no. I haven't." My face gets red again.
He laughs, "That's adorable, also I have felt the bodies of some females of my species in my life, but like I said before, I don't lose myself."
My face continues to brighten, "...Uh. Speaking of lose yourself...how do you guys...you know...do the do…if there is nothing there."
Amon laughs, "We do have something there, it's just hidden inside of our bodies."
My eyes widen, "Really? Wow. That is strange…"
"Unlike male humans, who have their reproductive organs on the outside of their bodies, our advanced reproductive system makes it much more difficult to get those fragile parts injured."
"Wow...I'm sure lots of humans would love to be able to do that." I say, laughing, "It makes sense now how kicking Axel in the junk didn't hurt him."
Amon laughs, "You kicked him there? When?"
"The last time he was face to face with me and pinned me down to take a drink from the 'fountain'." I joke, rolling my eyes.
Amon listens to me, laughing, "Does it actually taste that good?" He wonders, seeming impressed that Axel would pay that much attention to me just to do that.
"I don't know. Please don't try it though…" I beg, watching him.
"Oh, I won't. I might not be able to stop myself if I did." He jokes, smirking.
"Yea lets not do that." I say to him.
He chuckles, "Alright, I'm going to leave you alone now. Just let me know if you need anything." He informs me, walking to the door.
"Alright." I respond as he leaves, closing the door behind him.
I sit silently in the room, getting up to move some of the old furniture in the room in front of the door, since the door doesn't lock and needs a key to do so.
Running my hands through my hair, I am relieved that I am still clean from showering at the motel.
My wound in my side has healed, and the bruise on my neck is almost gone.
I begin to wonder why Amon was surprised Axel bit me on the neck.
Maybe to them it usually means something? I wonder.
Who knows. I surely don't.
Beginning to remember the phone numbers on the flyer, I pull it out and look at it, placing it down on the small desk in the room.
I still have to go out and get a freaking phone. I think to myself, looking over at the curtained window.
It shouldn't take long...right?
Quickly I go over to the window, moving the curtains aside as I push the window open.
The window groans loudly and screeches as it opens, pieces of old flaky paint and other random bits fall onto the window seal below.
I look over at Valkyrie, deciding whether or not to bring her with me.
I should be fine.
Climbing out of the window I jump off the ledge and take flight, making sure not to fly too high so I don't grab much attention in the night, plus I expect someone wouldn't be too far away.
Flying over the trees, it takes about 15 minutes to find someone.
Stopping and flying in place, I watch an episode go on between a guy in a car and a girl yelling through his window.
Listening to the words, they seem to be in a bad disagreement about something.
The car suddenly drives off loudly, the girl shouting at the guy as he drives off in frustration.
Waiting, I make sure the girl has a phone on her before doing anything.
The girl quickly pulls out her phone and dials someone's number before putting the phone up to her ear.
Quickly I dive down at the girl, extending my claws and teeth.
Slamming into her, she drops her phone and falls to the ground with me on top of her. I sink my teeth into her neck as deep as I can get them, her blood filling my mouth within seconds while she screams and panics.
She throws punches at my face, punching me off of her neck, her blood spilling out of my mouth while I wince in pain.
She slams another fist into my head, her other hand holding her neck. She tries to get up to run but I grab onto her first, keeping her on the ground while growling viciously at her.
Quickly I grab hold of her head, roughly snapping it to the side and killing her instantly.
"...Ow...you stupid bitch.." I wince, looking over her corpse, holding my face. A headache begins to form, adding to the pain.
I let out a long groan, grabbing onto her cellphone, listening to a girl freaking out on the other line, wondering where her friend went.
Putting the phone up to my ear I speak to the person on the line, "Sorry, wrong number." Quickly I smack the cellphone closed before pocketing it.
Looking down at the body I watch the blood slowly run out of her neck, I bite into it again to drink from her.
Once content I drag her body away from the road, not really sure what to do with it.
I stand and think for a minute, my claws and teeth turning back to normal.
Getting an idea, I grab onto her arms, pulling her body up. I wrap my arms around her waist before standing and lugging her over my shoulder.
Once I attempt to hold her weight on my shoulder I quickly fall over, not strong enough.
Groaning loudly in annoyance, I get up and grab her wrists again, spreading my wings and trying to fly away with her.
Nothing happens, I continue to look pathetic while her body just barely lifts off the ground.
Dropping her, I growl loudly in frustration, "Why are you so fat!" I scream out at the 100 pound corpse.
I land and instead decide to drag the body a good distance to a woods, knowing it is a poor disposal job, there is nothing more I can do.