I was pretty sure I’d been standing here staring at the cloth in my hand for the last five minutes.

I felt like I didn’t know what I was doing, even though this was the most natural thing in the world.

But I could feel his gaze on me, felt his body heat surrounding me, and especially smelled the most potent, primal scent that came from him.

After dinner, he led me out of the dining room, up the staircase, and into a grand bathing chamber.

Porcelain and tile surrounded the walls and flooring, with a pedestal basin, a clawfoot tub, and fresh oils and dried petals in apothecary jars sitting on a small stool making everything seem softer, like I wasn’t about to bathe the Beast.

“Wash me, wife.”

I shivered at the sound of his growly, inhuman voice. It was harsh and deep, rough, and sounded almost demonic.

I walked over to him as he started undressing. I kept my gaze firmly straight ahead when his shirt came off; then, when he removed his trousers, I closed my eyes as overwhelming, warring emotions filled me.

My hands shook as I forced myself to open my eyes once more and move toward the Beast.

I dipped the cloth in the basin of warm, soapy water, then started cleaning his forearm. He was hairy all over, but I was surprised at the downy softness as my fingers skated over it.

A low, deep rhythmic purr came from his chest as I moved the cloth up to his bicep, over his bulging shoulder, and brought it back down.

I could feel his focus on me, an intense stare that made me acutely aware of our size difference.

My head barely came up to the center of his chest, and although I was thick and lush, a woman who had a curvy body, the Beast made me feel positively dainty.

I tried to clear my mind and not take note that although the Beast was big and burly and so not human, he was also beautiful in a strange, fantastical way.

I glanced up and looked at the big, arching swoops of his horns as they curved back from his forehead. They were textured and thick, and before I knew what I was doing, I was running the cloth over one of the horns.

His body visibly tensed, then he shook and the purring grew louder, more pronounced and mixed with a growly tenor. I should have pulled my hand away, stopped touching his horn, but it felt so good to touch him.

“When I first arrived, Madame said you chose well. What did she mean?” My voice was low as I ran the cloth over his massive, hairy forearm once more. When he didn’t answer, I looked up at him from under my lashes.

He watched me with hooded, red, glowing eyes, his unearthly appearance frightening yet causing this tingle of something else to move within me, to settle right between my thighs. “I learned about you, as much as I could, having Pierre gather information on your likes and dislikes.”

I paused and glanced into his face.

“I learned you enjoy romance stories.”

My breath hitched, even though he said those words with a cool, calm tone.

“So I made sure to get any and all romance novels I could get my paws on in the five kingdoms.”

My heart was racing so fast, and I found myself holding my breath as I absorbed his confession.

“But if you want more, I will get you whatever you want. I just want you to be happy here… with me.”

I felt the betrayal of tears pricking my eyes but blinked them back.

This is wrong. It is wrong to feel anything but fear and disgust toward the Beast.

He was big and scary, but I found this strange sort of beauty in how he was created, in the words he spoke.

“I saw you in the village. Knew I’d take you as my wife.” His words were sometimes hard to decipher because of his fangs, but I’d heard those loud and clear. “And so I wanted to win you over.

But fate worked in our favor this time, because here you are. Mine.”

I shivered again at the lone word, how it made me feel… everywhere.

“Keep washing, darling.” His voice was low and hypnotic.

The cloth rested on his forearm, and then I was back in the present and staring at his huge erection, the member standing straight and hard between us.

All soft words he’d spoken pushed to the back, I felt my arousal rise again. I’d done a good job of not looking when he’d gotten undressed, but there was no ignoring that.

His cock was as thick and long as my forearm, with the same downy dark hair starting right above it and spreading up to his hard, defined abdomen.

I might have been virginal, but I knew what a human male had between his legs, and what the Beast had certainly wasn’t that.

The head was a flared crown with a prominent slit at the end. And at the top of the tip, there was what looked like a hard nodule. My mind raced with how that would feel inside, pressing against all kinds of hidden places.

Copious amounts of thick white seed were steadily dripping from the slit, falling to his hairy, muscular thighs and dripping to the floor. I couldn’t believe how much there was, given the fact I didn’t believe he’d had an orgasm.

If there was this much before he got off, how much came out when he found his pleasure?

The shaft was so girthy I involuntarily clenched my thighs, knowing it would take work to fit that all inside a woman.

He had what appeared to be a ribbed definition going all the way around the length, and once again all I could think about was what it would feel like inside of me.

I felt my eyes widen as even more thick, white seed spilled from the crown, as if he heard my thoughts and found pleasure from them. And when I heard him inhale, I snapped my gaze up to his face.

“It’ll feel like nothing you’ve ever experienced before,” he growled out and leaned in, bringing our faces closer together. His tail whipped back and forth, reminding me of when a cat was focused, ready to pounce. “I’ll fill you up to the brim, make you feel like you’ll split in two.”

A vibrating growl left him.

“And when you don’t think you can take any more, I’ll shove even more into you until we both come and I fill you so full of my seed that I’ll get you big and swollen with my young. And when I pull out, my cum will pour from you.” His nostrils flared as he inhaled, growling again as if pleased with my scent. “And after that, I’ll breed with you over and over again until I’m sure your womb is filled with all of me and there’s no doubt you’ll give me heirs.”

I was shocked and embarrassed, my face burning, my heart racing.

“How dare you talk to me in such a manner?” The words sounded flat to me, and when he grinned, his fangs and tusks predatory and flashing, I knew he didn’t feel the heat behind my words either.

He made a noncommittal noise deep within his chest before saying, “Explore me as you wish.

Learn how your husband is made just as I will learn how your body is formed, your curves and the lusciousness that makes you… you.”

I felt his voice deep within my body, my inner muscles in that hidden spot between my thighs clenching.

Never had I thought such scandalous things, images of him and how he’d hover over me with that huge body rutting between my thighs. And, God, he’d take his pleasure as animalistic as he did everything else.

The sounds he’d make…

I didn’t know why all of that turned me on as much as it did, but I visibly shivered in response.

His groan told me it hadn’t gone unnoticed.

I tried to keep a more clinical approach on washing him, trying not to look at all the different parts that made him so different and so very male.

I swallowed a large lump that suddenly formed in my throat as I ran the cloth up and down his fiercely corded forearm, back up his bicep, and over his shoulder.

I could see the muscles underneath flexing and held my breath, realizing that trying to keep this completely clinical was so not working.

I lifted his heavy arm up and ran the cloth between each of his fingers, taking note of the soft pads on each one.

They were reminiscent of how cats were formed, and when I gently pressed on the center of one, a small gasp left me when his already elongated claw came out a little bit more.

Although he said nothing, his body so still and tight, I could feel him watching me. I ran the cloth over his chest, periodically dipping it in the warm, soapy water before moving it back.

His fur became wet, his male nipples becoming visible underneath. Hard and shaped like coins.

My inner muscles clenched once more.

I started washing lower, the hard ridges of his abdomen contracting from my touch.

Before I went too low and saw too much, I moved back up and started washing his other arm, then his shoulder, and along his other horn.

“So good, wife,” he rumbled out.

My heart hiccupped in my chest as I washed his face and ran the warm, wet rag along his brow.

I focused on his nose, even though I wanted to look into his eyes. The bridge was flat and wide, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled sharply and exhaled just as harsh.

Although his mouth was full, it looked slightly distorted because of his fangs and tusks. He even had a seam starting in the center of his upper lip and connecting with his nose, which was so very feline.

His brow was prominent, and when I looked into his eyes, his expression was so intense I felt it down to my marrow.

I heard and then felt the cloth drop from my hands, splashing into the basin of water beside me.

I murmured my apologies and felt my face heat on fire. There was another low rumble from him, which I was starting to realize meant he was pleased.

Exhaling slowly and closing my eyes, I reached into the basin of water to scoop out the cloth.

"Wash my legs, wife.”

I felt a tingle move throughout me and I opened my eyes, which was a horrible mistake seeing as I was right in line with his massive, long, and completely foreign-looking erection.

Although he would fit, I, of course, could only think about how I would be stretched to the brim, and he would split me in two, as he so eloquently put it.

I’m an adult. Treat the situation as such.

“Wash all of me, Belle.”

The way he said my name was so husky that I was ashamed when the soft moan left me.

I snapped my focus to his face, noticing the way his eyes flickered from red to the normal deep brown I’d seen so far.

We held each other’s gaze for long seconds, but I knew it was because I was terrified that… I might like it.

“Go on,” he taunted.

I licked my lips, his gaze dripping to watch the act at the same time, wet the cloth once more, held my breath, and ran it along his lower abdomen.

I spent an ungodly amount of time washing the same flat, hard expanse of his stomach, and when I heard a deep chuckle come from him, I narrowed my eyes that he thought my embarrassment was funny.

So, while staring into his red, glowing eyes, I wrapped my cloth-covered hand around his erection. His grunt had a sharp slap of pleasure and pride filling me. The fact that I affected him this way gave me my own pleasure.

I dragged the rag up and down his length, my fingers unable to wrap fully around his girth, the feeling of his hardened ridges prominent under the strip of fabric.

“That’s it,” he purred. “My good girl.”

I sucked in a sharp breath at hearing that praise. I dragged my hand back down his length, felt the hard protrusion at the tip and found myself glancing down, transfixed at watching as I stroked him.

I twisted my wrist so I could get a better look at him, my pussy clenching and growing wetter as I ran the tip of my thumb over that nodule right at the crown.

He groaned and thrust his hips forward, pushing more of that monstrous erection into my palm.

I moved my hand back down, pulling at the foreskin so the bulbous head and seeping slit were revealed. I stroked back toward the tip, watching, fascinated, as his foreskin moved back in place.

But his cock was so big, so thick, that I could still see the slit, watching as cum steadily dripped from him, landing on his thighs, catching in all that thick, dark fur.

“My good, good girl likes to watch what she does to me, and likes to see all the seed I give her.”

Breathing harder, I didn’t dare respond. I couldn’t have found the words to respond anyway.

I stopped, but a low growl left him and, a second later, he wrapped that oversized paw around my hand, keeping me right where I was… with my fingers wrapped around his length.

“Don’t stop.” It was a demand, and when I looked up at him, the Beast started using the pressure he had on my hand to stroke himself.

He moved so aggressively, more than I ever would have dared, twisting my hand at the crown, running my fingers over that hard protrusion before making sure to get my palm slick and sloppy with his dripping seed.

My mouth parted as I sucked in a sharp breath when he slammed his free hand on the wall beside his head, crushing the plaster, bits and pieces falling to the ground.

I found myself getting turned on as I watched those black claws digging deeper and deeper into the wall. I felt his other hand tightening around mine to the point it slightly hurt but then felt insanely good.

The Beast was pumping both of our hands fast and hard against his shaft, every once in a while curling my palm over the slick tip. I was amazed at how much semen was coming out of him, a steady stream falling from the tip.

His big, hairy balls were swaying from the force of jerking him off, those twin weights swinging freely beneath the length. And all the while he stared at me, his gaze so penetrating it felt as if he were actually touching my pussy.

“Do you see that, wife?” He growled, and I felt my eyes grow even wider in shock as more cum spilled out. “That’s all for you.” He grunted when my hand moved over the crown before sliding back down the length and squeezing tightly at the base. “I’m going to fill you up with it, shove this big cock deep in you, make you take every last ounce until it’s pouring out of you so that when I pull out of your cunt, it’ll hurt so good.”

I gasped, knowing I should have felt scandalous hearing these vulgar, obscene words. But I felt a trickle of wetness slipping down my inner thigh, felt my pulse beating wildly at my center.

“I’m going to keep giving it to you, over and over again, not stopping until I fill your womb so full of my seed that it takes deep inside of you, and you grow big and heavy with my young.”

I clenched my thighs together, which added pressure to my clit, pulling a moan from me. And that was when I saw his entire body tense, and heard his claws dig so deep into the plaster they were now like black holes.

“That’s it, wife. Make me come. Watch as it goes everywhere because you made me feel so good.”

My gaze was locked on his cock as he stroked himself using my hand. He did this three more times before stilling, my palm wrapped around the center of the heavy length, and I felt something grow thicker, harder, right under my hold.

It had even more wetness spilling down my inner thighs as I watched him orgasm.

And he came so much, so forcefully, that his seed sprayed along the wall, covering the floor in thick, hot jets of milky ropes that shocked and aroused me.

After a long moment, he huffed out and sagged forward, a paw still dug into the wall.

“You see the mess you made me make?”

I snapped my focus up to him, feeling dazed and slightly confused by what I just witnessed.

And a whole lot of aroused.

He stared at me with a hooded expression, his eyes still glowing that otherworldly red.

His hold on my hand loosened and I took a step back, unable to look away from his massive cock that was still semi-hard and still dripping semen.

“I can’t wait until you’re mine in all ways, Belle.”

I jerked my focus up to his face, holding my breath as he slowly smiled, the visage distorted because of his fangs and tusks. But I was starting to find it not ugly or frightening.

In fact, I felt that familiar pulse between my thighs again because of it.

His nostrils flared and he took a step closer, his big, heavy cock bobbing, his large, hairy balls swinging back and forth from the movement. He lowered his head slightly, the massive arches of his horns turning me on.

Oh, God… what is wrong with me?

“And I know you can’t wait until you’re mine as well. I can smell the sweet honey that flows out of that tight little cunt right now.”

I took another step back just as I felt my pussy become even wetter.

“And once you are in my bed, I will brand you until you smell of my seed, sweat, and musk. It will cover every inch of you from the inside out, and be so deep in your womb that there will be no denying you are mine.”