Page 131 of Rage

Chapter Six

Steele

Steele stands under the shower, the announcement of tonight’s dinner with Reverie still fresh in his mind; as peculiar and intriguing as this experience is, what strikes him most is how her gaze cleaves into his soul. He’s never encountered someone whose eyes hold so much battle, a silent war etched into their depths. Her voice, heavy with the weight of heartbreak, carries a tone that seems to echo through centuries. He kicks himself for prying into her past, determined now to push the thought from his mind.

It was just hard not to focus on her with the giant erection he’s been sporting since she almost killed him in the library.

He wants to know her story.

Even through her beastly facade, he can sense the woman underneath.

The woman in the portrait was stunning, thick, ravenous.

Deep blue eyes the color of a midnight ocean pierced outward from a long and elegant face. Her inky locks are a fall of curls resting beside her pretty features. The portrait boasted a large-breasted woman in a dark blue dress, the heave of tits so enormous it’s hard to focus on anything else.

And the beast who’s taken her hostage.

Blue eyes stare at him like beacons in a stormy sea, moonlight mixed within the waves like frayed threads of a shooting star unraveled by a hurricane.

Her breasts are still enormous in her beastly form, and the clothing she wore earlier reflected her conflicted identity, mixing remnants of her former life with the raw, untamed nature of her curse.

She wore a flowing, tattered gown that clung to her beastly form, torn and burned in places from her own torment. Her jewelry made of sharp, natural elements—a necklace of obsidian and cuffs twisted in silver—adorned her, adding to her air of primal regality.

Trying to push back against the thoughts, his head full of visions he can’t seem to shake away, he tries to focus on showering. His dick throbs as he washes his hair, pulsating as he rinses. Rivulets of water slide over his chilled chest, cascading over his abs and falling beside the tower looming between his legs.

When he can’t help but slide his hand down his massive erection, he thinks of her, wondering what it would be like to get tangled up in the sheets together.

Both the beast and the maiden turn him on.

He could picture her kneeling before him in the shower, her gorgeous lips beholden to her fangs wrapping around his cock and sinking the whole thing into her throat.

He has always known he’s well endowed, and most women he’s been with have never been able to throat the whole thing.

But he has the feeling Reverie could take it in its entirety and not even gag.

Though sometimes gagging is hot.

He lathers soap onto his cock and thrusts his fist erratically, thinking of both the beast and the maiden riding him, those giant boobs bouncing in his face.

He’d take those tits and mouth them ferociously, nibbling and biting, causing a little sting.

As he imagines the sounds she’d make as he bit down, an explosion of cum shoots out and coats the shower wall. The release came swiftly, yet no less hot and freeing simultaneously.

It’s been a long time since he’s been with a woman.

Since his wife died in childbirth—both she and the infant—he hasn’t been with many women. Though his libido has been in overdrive since he turned twenty-five, he’s found little comfort in meaningless sex. And no one has come close to being his next wife.

While the thought of fucking Reverie in beast form is a little unsettling—she could tear him limb from limb in one swipe—it also turned him on like he’s never been before.

Although he just came, his dick is already getting hard again at the thought of her.

He tries his hardest to ignore the pulsating cock, finishing his shower and drying off. It’s still hard when he puts on the trousers from the wardrobe and does his best to tuck it under his belt.

But with a penis as large as his, it’s already awkward to maneuver when it’s soft. When it’s hard—it’s incredibly difficult to hide it.

When he arrives at dinner, she’s seated at the far end of the massive table.

Edmund shows him to his seat at the opposite end, and he sits timidly, moving carefully to keep his dick tucked in his belt.

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