Page 97 of Fated Obsessions

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 takeworkto 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 myseed 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 hiccuped 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.