The Monster in the Manor: Extended Epilogue, Part 1

Three (more) years later

Rupert

When I come into the dining room, I find Peony slumped over the table, asleep. She still has a pen in her hand, which I pluck out from between her fingers. Underneath her face sits her recipe notebook, where she was likely working on ideas for her next concept restaurant.

It will be the third one she’s started, and the other two are doing quite well for themselves. And she’s used her own money to do it. 

She struggled to delegate at first, wanting to control everything at all her locations, but she was working herself into the ground. Once this one is up and running, I have a proposal for her. She works many long hours, and I worry about how much of herself she expends in the kitchen. I find that over the years, I’ve grown lonelier at home, even with Stella and Kellen around. He still works for us in our new larger home, mostly keeping me company. I have hobbies, of course—our small garden, for example, and playing golf has become a new favorite of mine. Peony’s father enjoys it when he comes to visit, which is often, and sometimes we like to sneak a few beers as we play. They’ve gotten used to me on the range.

I hope Peony is amenable to my idea, because I think it’s exactly what our life could benefit from.

After carrying my sleeping wife to bed, I tuck her in, pausing to examine the ring on her finger. It’s nothing extravagant, as I expected from her when we picked it out. I look down at mine and let out a contented sigh.

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The next morning is Peony’s day off, and I have a lot planned for us. It’s hard to wrangle her away from her work, but we’ve agreed upon this one day every week that she cannot do a single task for the restaurant. She delegates all of it to her general manager, even the emergency calls, and comes with me on an adventure.

First, we take a long drive down to the coast, then stop at a seafood restaurant that I saw in a review magazine. I have a boat trip scheduled for afterward, and we’ll do some fishing. Then, if we’ve caught anything, I have a property right on the water where we can prepare our catch.

I make sure to dote on Peony, lavishing her with my affection as I think about what I’m going to ask her. The idea of it makes my balls tighten and my cock swell inside its sheath. I spend extra time as I cover her in sunscreen, touching her butt, then her breasts, and she giggles as she pushes me away.

“The tour guide’s here!” she whispers, laughing.

Then we’re out on the open water, watching our lines bob on the ocean’s surface. This is the moment, I think, under the sunshine and simply enjoying one another’s company.

“My little flower,” I say, wrapping one arm around her shoulders.

“Yes?” She brightens as she gazes up at me, and I could simply melt at the love that shines out of her freely.

“Once upon a time, you said you would like to be a parent,” I begin. “That you would enjoy having a family.”

She tilts her head. “I did say that. But I’m fine without it, really, Rupert. I like our life together.”

I press a finger to her lips, quieting her. She pouts.

“Do you still want that?” I ask. “A family?”

I think it’s finally occurred to her what I’m asking, because Peony’s brows shoot up into her hair.

“Are you saying you want to have a baby?”

Getting right to the point of things, as always.

I slide my hand underneath hers, bringing my fingers in to close around it. “Only if you do. I don’t want to pressure you into anything that doesn’t feel right. I just thought now, after your next opening, it might be a good time to—”

“Yes!” Peony throws herself at me, and the boat rocks underneath us. Her fishing pole almost falls loose. “I’d love to have a family with you, Rupert!” After a moment, she regains her composure and sits back down, adjusting her pole. “But aren’t you worried? Before, you were afraid of… you know. Your child looking like you.”

“It is still something I fear, yes. Not because I wouldn’t love them fully and completely.” I feel this is an important point to make. “But because I would fear for how the world treats them. And still, I want to try with you. I want to create something with you and bring even more love into our lives.”

“Rupert.” Peony reaches up with both hands, setting them on my cheeks as she gazes into my eyes. “I would love to have a baby with you. Given that, you know—it’s possible.”

This is the best reaction I could have hoped for. I kiss my wife fervently, showing her what she means to me, and then her line starts to go wild.

Peony manages to land two fish on our expedition, while I get none. We take it to my beach house, which hasn’t been in use for some time.

It’s hard to focus on the preparation of the fish while I’m thinking about what I’m going to do to Peony later. It will take some time for her birth control to wear off, but I’m sure going to start practicing immediately.

After an absolutely marvelous tuna tartare, and then some simple chocolate ice cream, I whisk my wife away to bed. I’m already quite hard for her, thinking about filling her up with my cum. Before she can even touch me, I’m pushing her legs apart and diving between the thighs. I drink her up like the sweetest milk, and then for good measure, I get the tip of my tail wet inside her.

“Oh?” Peony asks, wriggling her butt as I slick the surface with oil, and bring it down to tease her tiny hole. She accepts it easily, as trained as she is. She’s even taken my cock there, which was a marvel and a delight.

Tonight, though, it knows where it’s going.

Once I have my tail firmly wedged in her tight ass, I slowly ease myself into her cunt. I go slow, as tight as she is from being filled in both places, and she moans a full-throated moan as just the nubs on my cockhead slide through her opening.

It’s difficult to keep my eagerness in check as I make my way inside her, one shallow thrust at a time. Soon she’s babbling, already close to her finish, her body clenched so tight around me I can barely move.

“Yes, Peony,” I murmur to her, maintaining a steady, unhurried rhythm. “I’m going to stuff so much inside you. I’m going to put a baby there.”

Her first orgasm earns a scream, and I almost go off right then, so entranced by her. But I grit my teeth and continue, sinking ever deeper, pumping with my tail as well. When she orgasms a second time, I can’t help it, and I spurt everything into her tightly clenched channel. She squeaks as I pull my tail out of her, knowing she’s always sensitive afterward. But my cock remains lodged.

Then Peony reaches down and squeezes my balls, and I choke. More of my cum seeps out, and Peony’s chuckle ripples around me.

“I knew you had more to give,” she says, lifting her head to kiss my cheek.

When I finally pull out, I cup my hand over her cunt and spoon my cum back into her, rubbing the outside of her reddened pussy.

“It’s going to be a while before it happens,” Peony says, laughing.

“That’s all right. I think I’ll enjoy the process.”

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Peony

Rupert is ferocious about getting me pregnant. I mean, he’s always been horny, and so am I. We’re matched well together in that way, going at it like rabbits since—well—that very first time.

But this is a new level of horny. He gets a wild look in his eye over breakfast and hauls me up onto a countertop, yanking my pants down, then his own before sliding inside me. He always pushes his cum back in.

One afternoon, he even came and found me at the restaurant while we were doing our prep and dragged me off to the employee bathroom.

“I’m going to fuck a baby into you right now,” he said in a low growl, thrusting into me with ruthless abandon. “I’m going to fill you up so full you’ll be dripping with me your whole shift.”

And he was right. By the time I got home, I was still wet, and Rupert groaned with pleasure as he smelled me. Sometimes his animal instincts really do reign.

After he ferociously stuffs me again, I milk his balls until he jerks and groans and lets off even more. Then he puts the pillow under my hips, the way he always does, and rests his head on my belly.

“I hope it works,” he says quietly, in a much more vulnerable, human voice. “I wonder if this form is infertile?”

Feeling in my bones that it will happen when it’s meant to happen, I stroke Rupert’s ear. “Don’t worry yet.” I yawn, reaching out for him to lie next to me. “Give it some time.”

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It turns out we don’t need to give it much more time. We made sure to have sex a few days before I ovulated, and I even took a day off so we could do nothing but fuck from sunup until sundown. I was a little raw by the time we were ready to order out for dinner, and Rupert apologized for getting too intense while he pinned me down to the bed.

I take the pregnancy test two weeks later, and we barely have to wait a few seconds before the second line appears.

Rupert lets out a howl of victory, hauling me up into his arms and swinging me around the bathroom. I giggle wildly as he sets me on the floor again, then he leans down to bring my cheeks between his hands and kisses me with a flaming passion.

We celebrate in the expected way. After fucking me silly and sideways, we lie together on the bed, Rupert’s hand drifting down my sternum to my belly. He splays his fingers across it, letting out a pleased sigh.

“Amazing what you can do,” he whispers against my hair. “Sprouting a little seed in there.”

I cuddle up against his side, knowing our lives are about to change dramatically. But I couldn’t be more excited for it.

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Rupert wants to tell everyone we know, but I caution him that it’s early still, and we shouldn’t mention it until we’re sure it’ll stick. Especially not to my dad, who will be overjoyed. Potentially too overjoyed.

It’s hard to hide the truth, though, when I start getting sick at work. The new restaurant is doing incredibly well, so it’s busy as a madhouse all throughout the dinner rush. I keep ducking out because the smells are making me nauseous, and then I’m weaker on my feet for the rest of the night.

Emerald catches on quick that I’m not my best self. “If you’ve got the flu, you should go home,” she says sternly, but I shake my head.

“It’s not that.” I lean in close to whisper my secret in her ear.

Emerald gawks at me. “With Rupert?”

I nod, and a smile spreads across her face. “Wow! That’s amazing. I don’t know two people who would be better at parenthood than you two.”

“Shh,” I hiss, and she lowers her voice.

“It’ll pass in a few weeks,” she says, quieter. “When I had mine, I felt like trash for the first few months, but it got better.”

I hope she’s right.