Duke of the Beast and the Vicarious Bride - Chapter 27

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Come to think of it, they said they fed him strong drink.

A fact she had momentarily forgotten resurfaced. She did not know when he had been given the alcohol, but considering the time it had taken her to get here, it had not been long enough for him to sober up.

“Grrrk… hrrk…”

His rough breathing and restless movements seemed more pitiful than threatening. She almost wanted to relieve his condition as quickly as possible.

“Bear with me a little longer. I’ll… do something.”

Now Fiona’s hand, passing over his terrifyingly well-developed pectorals, swept across his ridged abdominal muscles. Even from what she could feel beneath her palm, his torso was far larger and thicker than ordinary men’s, covered in muscles so dense they would be difficult for an arrow to penetrate.

In stark contrast to that ruggedness, his skin was remarkably soft and smooth. Whether they had bathed him clean in preparation for the wedding night, he smelled not of alcohol but of a subtle, pleasant fragrance.

‘Should I count that as one small mercy?’

Murmuring inwardly, Fiona continued her exploration. Whenever her palm, cold with tension, stroked across his feverish skin, the beast twisted and moaned as if being strangled. When those vibrations reached her, despite her earlier resolve, her fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

Lowering her hand near his hip bone, Fiona realised he was completely naked. Setting aside the absurdly thick and sturdy bone structure she felt, she couldn’t help but think how unjustly he had been treated. Her own treatment had been relatively better. Bound hand and foot, intoxicated, and left without even a blanket to cover himself, he had been denied even the most basic dignity.

Should she consider it fortunate that the veil of darkness concealed their pathetic state? How was the man lying beneath her touch receiving this situation? Lingering over these untimely thoughts, Fiona finally reached towards an even more private place.

“…”

Though she could see nothing, she squeezed her eyes shut. She could feel the heat of her face, flushed scarlet. The man’s p***s, now firmly in her grasp, was already stiff and hot, as if it had been aroused for some time. And furthermore…

‘F**k, is this right?’

The moment she seized his member, Fiona gasped and cursed inwardly. She had steeled herself considerably, but that resolve had not included the notion of inserting a c**k the size of a horse’s into her. Yet the manhood in her hand was so formidable that such resolve was precisely what was needed.

Doubting whether her sightless state might be exaggerating the sensation, she ran her cupped hand up and down its length. But its immense thickness and length, which she could not fully encircle with one hand, left her breathless.

‘What kind of thing is this to have dangling between your legs?’

Flustered, her thoughts scattered aimlessly as her hand wandered. Unlike the deceptive softness of the outer skin, the engorged, rigid muscle beneath the thin membrane was unmistakable. As she stroked it again for further reconnaissance, she felt every detail: the bulging veins wrapped around the long shaft, the shallow groove leading to the glans, the seam between the tightly drawn scrotum and the base.

Was it the raw sensation and overwhelming presence that cowed her? Fiona, who usually handled dripping chunks of meat and filthy entrails without flinching, now wanted to snatch her hand away from this man’s arm-thick organ. But she soon shook her head and rallied herself. This must be an illusion conjured by the darkness. Humans always magnify and fear what they cannot see. Like the blind men touching an elephant’s leg and spouting nonsense, she was surely just frightening herself. A c**k the size of a grown woman’s arm—even among the gossiping village women who loved to chew over every rumour, she had never heard such a thing.

Forcing herself to calm down, Fiona checked on the man’s reaction, which she had momentarily neglected due to the shock.

“Hey, are you alright? Is this not unpleasant? I’ve heard that most men feel good when doing… this. So…”