And when the last ounce of his cum slipped out, only then did he gently turn me around, pick me up in his arms and carry me out of the library.
I rested against him and let him support my weight, my heart rate going back to a normal rhythm; that incredible burn and ache between my thighs was constant.
The Beast was insatiable, but then again so was I. Especially given my condition. It seemed being pregnant had my libido working overtime.
He set me on the edge of the sink in the bathroom as he went to run the water in the massive bathtub. I continued to marvel anew that he had modern, heated water that was pulled from the well. He’d afforded me this luxury after we found out I was carrying, not wanting me to wait for the staff to fill the tub with hot water.
It took a long moment for it to fill completely, the steam rising from the tub, the humidity filling the grand space.
Once the tub was filled, he was lifting me up and gently setting me in the center and climbing behind me. He pulled me back so I leaned against his chest, and I rested my head between his muscular pectoral muscles as he held me.
The Beast placed his palm on my rounded belly, gently rubbing my skin in slow circles. He did this frequently, touching my stomach as if he couldn’t believe his baby grew inside of me, or leaning in and kissing the mound, even whispering in gruff words that I couldn’t make out. But his tone was gentle, sweet, even.
I spread my legs with his nonverbal grunt, and hissed when he cleaned the most sensitive, intimate part of me. It shouldn’t have turned me on after what we’d just done, but I found that heat moving through me regardless.
“Sit up, darling. Let me take care of you.”
My body felt soft and pliant as I shifted forward. A moment later, I felt his big fingers in my hair, his claws so gentle as he lathered the shampoo in the strands and massaged my scalp.
The scent of lavender and vanilla from the shampoo filled my nose, and I sighed happily. I closed my eyes, leaning against one of his thickly muscled and furry thighs, just letting my husband tend to me.
“Once I have you nice and relaxed, I’m going to dry you off with the softest cloth, lay you upon our bed, and massage your entire body with that jasmine and orange oil you love so much.”
I moaned. “Keep talking.”
He laughed in a distorted sort of way, then smoothed those heavy palms over my shoulders and back down my arms, and took my hands in his. He gently rubbed each one of my fingers. He massaged me gently, as gently as he could with paws so powerful he could cut down tree trunks with a swipe of one hand.
And when I was loose and content, relaxed in every way possible, he ran his nose up the side of my throat, rumbled in pleasure, and was rinsing me off.
I let him control every aspect of this as he lifted me up, dried me off, and carried me to bed. And then he made due on that promise of a massage.
By the time he was finished, I was oiled up, my muscles loose, that delicious ache still present between my thighs, and ready to do nothing but cuddle with my big monster of a husband.
And he gave me exactly what I wanted as he got into bed and pulled me over so I was curled up on his lap, both of my legs draped over one of his hairy thighs.
I sifted my fingers through his chest fur and rested the side of my face in the crook of his neck. The heavy weight of his palm rested on my belly once more.
“You know you are mine?”
I closed my eyes and smiled.
“You know I’ll never be the valiant knight in shining armor protecting your honor. I’ll be the savage creature that tears apart anyone who so much as looks at you.”
Those words would have put fear in anyone else. But to me, that had a dark sense of safety settling inside of me, growing into a garden that I’d forever take care of.
“Say it again for me, sweetheart.”
I smiled. “I’m yours. Always.”
He growled a pleased sound. “That’s right. Because the Beast finally captured the Beauty’s heart.”
The End.