Let me see that tight fucking hole, darling,” the Beast snarled behind me. “Reach back and pull your cheeks apart.”

I gasped and did as he said, bent over the plush couch in the library, my body sweaty and hot and so turned on I couldn’t think straight. My pussy was soaked, my juices slipping down my inner thighs because I was so ready for him.

When I reached back and grabbed my ass cheeks, pulling them apart so wide I felt the hole open slightly, I heard my husband growl again behind me.

“That’s it.”

I cried out and my body jerked on its own when I felt a sharp sting on my asshole. I didn’t have to look over my shoulder to know he was spanking my anus with his tail.

He did this three more times until the pain mixed with pleasure and I was begging him to fill me up. And that’s when he came on my ass, coating the crease with all that hot, thick seed, making sure I was good and lubed for that huge dick.

I glanced at him once more to see him spitting on me, too, a long line of saliva trailing from his mouth a second before making contact with my hole.

“Oh, God, I can feel the nodule at the top,” I gasp-moaned, and he growled as he pushed in an inch as soon as I let go of him.

I knew that firm piece of flesh would rub on that sensitive spot deep inside of me, knew that he’d make me come hard again, squirting so I got him all wet and sticky with my juices.

Pressing forward more, he ground out, “Look at you nice and spread for me.” When he leaned back, I was rewarded with a slap between my thighs.

I moaned and arched my back involuntarily. I was filled to the brim with him, my skin feeling stretched tight around his shaft.

His ribbed shaft felt so good inside of me, and when he slid out, I couldn’t stop the pained sound that slid from me.

“Wait,” I whispered when I felt him buck in me.

“No, sweet girl. Your time to stop this is over. But you would not want to stop it anyway, isn’t that right?”

"You’re just so big and thick,” I breathed.

He groaned in pleasure, and I knew it was because he loved hearing me talk about the size of his cock. The Beast said nothing else as he pushed back into me, which had my eyes rolling back in my head. I bit my bottom lip hard enough I felt the skin open up and tasted the coppery tang of blood.

He had his paw curled around my throat and turned my head to the side, running the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip and smearing that blood. Then I watched in obscene pleasure when he brought it to his mouth and licked it off, before going back for another bead. He smeared that second droplet down the center of my back, right down the length of my spine.

“Say it,” he demanded as he did a steady pumping in and out of me.

I was panting, unable to speak for long seconds until he growled so loudly I gasped and started speaking, obeying him.

“Fuck me. Fuck me like the animal you are.”

He hummed in approval and then groaned the words, “Good girl. That’s my sweet girl.” The Beast pulled out so the tip of his cock was lodged in me before shoving back inside so hard I was pushed up on the couch again.

My husband snarled and clamped a paw on my shoulder, digging his claws into my flesh until I felt my skin break open under his touch.

I made a needy sound and whispered, “Yes.”

“You like that, don’t you?”

I moaned again and nodded frantically.

“Yeah, you like this animal fucking you… hurting you.”

I still had my head cocked to the side as I watched him glance down at where he was fucking me.

The Beast started to pound into me faster and harder, his paw on my shoulder keeping me in place.

“This is going to be fast and hard. I cannot help myself tonight, not when your tight ass is clenching around my cock, your body begging me to fill it up.”

I held on to the back of the settee as he had one paw gripped around my shoulder, the other one holding my waist, his claws pricking at my flesh.

He started fucking me again, the Beast pulling out so just the tip of his cock was lodged in my ass before he plunged back in. His big hairy balls slapped against my clit every time he forced himself back in. The sound of wet skin meeting wet skin filled the room obscenely.

The Beast went wild behind me, grunting and growling, snarling and cursing as he fucked my ass, yet I knew he was still holding back, still trying to be gentle with me to an extent because he worried he’d hurt me.

“Do you wanna get off, darling?”

I couldn’t answer, just made these broken noises in the back of my throat.

“Yeah, my sweet little human wife wants me to rub her clit and make her come.” He pushed into my ass extra slowly after those words. “Do you want me to do that, sweetheart?”

I was panting as I glanced over my shoulder at him, my vision blurry, the pleasure so intense I felt like I was disconnecting from reality.

Of course the pain was also there, the fullness, the stretch and burn. But it all existed as one until I felt myself finally nod in agreement.

He gave me that frightening, but extremely attractive visage of a smile. And then his big paw was between my thighs, his palm so massive it completely covered me from pelvic bone to the crease of my ass.

The Beast added pressure to my clit with the heel of his palm and that was all it took for me to explode around him.

My inner ass muscles clenched around his hardness, milking him, drawing out his orgasm.

And that was all he needed to find his release.

It was long after both of us found pleasure that I sagged against the back of the couch, sweat covering my body, my ass full of his seed.

He still cupped me possessively between the thighs, gently stroking me, the pad of one finger teasing my pussy hole, his touch gentle despite what we’d just done.

With a harsh groan, he pulled out of me and I felt all his cum start to slip from me. The Beast kept my cheeks spread open so he could watch, and rumbled out a sound of pure masculine approval that I loved hearing.

“I will never get tired of watching you spread open as my seed slips from your body.”

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.”