The Monster in the Manor: Chapter 29

Rupert leaves the hospital, but now the world wants to know all about the monster in the manor.

Note: Woo! A Wednesday chapter! I've seen some rumblings that the serial is almost over, but I want to assure you that there's more to come. Rupert still has one last major problem to confront before he and Peony's journey is over. I hope you enjoy!

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Peony

Rupert’s no longer in critical condition, thank goodness, so I’m not sleeping in the chair at his bedside like I was for the last two nights. But the moment I wake up in my bedroom back at the manor, I’m picking up some flowers to take to the hospital, Kellen tagging along.

I can’t express to Rupert how much it means to me that he came for me; that he risked everything to rescue me. The least I can do is try to brighten up his hospital room.

Rupert arches an eyebrow when I bring the flowers in. “This isn’t a funeral home.”

I laugh as I put them in a vase and straighten them. “They’re just going to cheer up the place a little.”

“I don’t know how much ‘cheering’ is possible under these fluorescent lights,” Kellen grumbles.

We all play cards, then watch television, putting on Rupert’s favorite show. I head home after a while to make us a meal, then bring it back with me and serve it on paper plates from the cafeteria. 

A home-cooked meal is just what Rupert needed to get his spirits back up, and when I head home for the night, he stops me with a kiss.

“I hope you know what I’m going to do to you when I’m home,” he says after Kellen leaves the room, rubbing his nose over my belly.

“It’s going to be a while before you’re well enough for that.” But I love how eager he is. “Focus on healing, and then we’ll get to go back to the manor. Together.”

With a sigh, Rupert says goodnight, and I kiss him once more on the top of the head between his horns.

I feel terrible leaving him behind, knowing he’s only here because of me. He showed himself to the entire world to come and rescue me, and he took two bullets to save me.

If I ever doubted how he felt about me, those doubts are gone. He did the very thing he fears most. His existence is no longer a secret. I know it will carry a heavy price, but I’m glad that he’s still with me—and we have our whole lives ahead of us.

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But the next morning, I’m surprised to find Rupert partially dressed in bed when I return to the hospital with some of his things. He sits up when we enter, and I gape at him.

“Your wound!” I rush over to his side. “You’re hurt, you shouldn’t be moving like that!”

“Peony, Peony.” He kisses each of my cheeks. “It’s all right.”

That’s when the nurse chooses to walk in, a clipboard in his hand.

“The doctor says that if you can do some basic movements, you’re free to go.” The nurse side-eyes me. “We’ve never seen anyone heal like this before. It’s like two months passed in two days.”

My brows furrow in confusion as Rupert lifts the hospital gown, showing off the huge wound in his side. Sure enough, it has healed remarkably well, but it still looks painful and red.

The nurse just shakes his head. “Crazy,” he mutters, and I’m not sure if it’s meant for us or himself.

“I guess that’s one advantage to this form,” Rupert says as he carefully dresses in the fresh clothes I brought him. “I didn’t know I could heal like that, but here we are.”

I shake my head in wondrous disbelief as Kellen holds open the door for Rupert to limp through.

“You’ve never even had a cold before,” he says. “I never thought twice about it until now.”

“Getting shot does change some things,” Rupert remarks.

People gasp as we pass down the hall, murmuring to each other and pointing. A toddler cries on our way through the big front doors.

And then, finally, we’re back at the manor again, and Rupert is over the moon to see his own bed. I cook him a good, warm meal—a beef pot pie with a chocolate custard for dessert, because I can’t help celebrating that he’s home, that we both escaped Andy.

Later in the night, Rupert insists that I stay with him, and I’m more than happy to curl up at my monster’s side, knowing he’s with me once more, right where he belongs.

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First thing the next morning, I wake up to something warm and wet prodding at my backside. I slept in my pajamas, but I can still feel Rupert’s cock through the fabric. When I move slightly, he snuffles but doesn’t otherwise appear to be awake.

Curious, I roll over to face him. Rupert’s eyes are closed, and his nose wrinkles as I move about, but he stays sleeping. His cock has fully emerged from its sheath, however, and now stands pink and at attention, pressed against my belly.

I wriggle my way down the bed until I’m under the blankets, and then I gently guide that blunted head between my lips. Rupert lets out a huff of air, but still, remains asleep. I bring even more of it into my mouth, caressing the pebbled tip with my tongue. Rupert’s hips rock, and he lets out a muffled grunt as I slide him back out again, and then fully encase him—as much of him as I can take, anyway.

“Peony?” Rupert interrupts himself with a groan. “Th-that feels amazing.”

I snicker to myself as I slide my head back, glancing up at him from under my lashes before sinking him back into my throat. This time I’m rewarded with a moan, and I grab his furry balls to massage them while I continue sucking at a leisurely pace.

It’s not long before Rupert is twitching and seizing up under me. He grips my head with one clawed hand as he moans, “I’m going to come, I—”

And then he unleashes, and it’s all I can do not to choke. There’s so much that I pull my mouth off his cock, and the rest of his cum gushes down my chin to my chest.

Rupert is apologetic, until I remind him that I’m the one who woke him up with a blowjob.

I thought it would be a chore to take a shower, but I’m shocked to find that the wound is now a solid dark pink, and the stitches they put in him have already come out on their own. I stare openly as Rupert steps under the falling water, doing just fine holding himself up.

“That is crazy,” I say, echoing the nurse. “How is it possible?”

Rupert shrugs. “The one advantage to being a monster. Who knew?”

We soap one another from head to toe, and I’m simply happy to be in his presence, to know that he’s alive and safe and sound. I’ve never felt such terror like I did when they wheeled Rupert away from me and into that emergency room, not knowing if he’d come back.

I wrap my arms around him while I’m all lathered up in suds, and, surprised, Rupert hugs me back.

“What is it, my little flower?” he asks in a concerned voice.

“I’m just so grateful.” My tears of relief mix with the hot water coming out of the shower head. “I’m so grateful that you’re here, that you’re alive, that Andy didn’t—”

I can’t finish the sentence, so I bury my face in Rupert’s wet fur. He rocks me from side to side, nuzzling my head.

“It’s all right. I’m here. And I’m not planning on going anywhere anytime soon.”

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Rupert

It’s only another two days before I’m well enough to be up on my feet around the house. Then it’s another two days before I feel comfortable stretching out my body fully and using the muscles that were damaged by the bullet.

“Wow,” Peony breathes as she examines the scar. “This is unbelievable. You’re almost right as rain again.”

And I do wish to be “right as rain” again so I can throw her legs over my elbows and fuck her until she’s screaming my name.

I have carefully avoided watching the news because I couldn’t bear to see myself on it, but the phone calls are nearly unavoidable. The landline rings at all hours of the day and night with reporters trying to get in touch with me.

I am an anomaly. A wonder of the world. And everyone, including the big talk shows, wants a piece of the action. A few cars have even appeared outside the manor, but Kellen refuses to let them in. 

“No interviews,” he answers the speaker frequently. “Go away. You’re trespassing.”

Ignacio has visited a few times since our race to rescue Peony, joining us for dinner. He seems mostly unaffected by my monstrous nature, and I enjoy how he brings out Kellen’s more playful side. It seems my butler smiles much more often now, and Ignacio knows how to enjoy a good meal.

“You’re all over my social media, Rupert,” Ignacio says one evening. “They’re fascinated with you. Are you going to speak publicly?”

I grit my teeth. There’s nothing I want less than to speak directly to millions, if not billions of people. All I’ve ever wanted is my solitude.

“No,” I answer firmly. “I am not some curiosity on display for their amusement.”

“You have a lot of fans,” Ignacio continues. “Someone did a brilliant painting.”

I frown deeply. “A painting?”

He takes out his mobile and searches for a moment before holding it up to me. I take it and look into the tiny screen. Sure enough, it’s a marvelous, detailed oil rendering of me holding my arm as blue blood streams out.

“The video from the credit union is everywhere,” he says. “You’re a hero. You took two bullets for Peony, and a lot of people thought you were dead.”

“A hero!” Peony’s face is radiant. “He is a hero. He charged in after Andy without thinking twice about it.” She holds my hand under the table, and though I don’t agree, I squeeze her back. “I can’t believe you’re a celebrity, Rupert.”

“So are you, Peony,” Ignacio says. “The press release said it was your ex-boyfriend who kidnapped you. Everyone wants to know your relationship with Rupert.”

Now they’re dragging Peony into this? I sit up straighter in my chair.

“Peony is a victim,” I growl. “She should be allowed some peace and rest after what happened.”

Ignacio and Kellen nod in agreement, and the subject is dropped.

That night, though, I have a very different purpose in mind: showing Peony how much she means to me, how glad I am that she made it home.

We’re watching telly on the new settee in my sitting room, which I used to replace the armchairs, when I settle myself on the floor between Peony’s knees, facing her. She tilts her head curiously as I start kissing down her thigh, over her jeans.

“What have you got on your mind, Rupert?” she asks, but I’m already at the button of her trousers, pulling it free and then drawing down her zipper. I reach for the band without answering and tug them off her, then repeat the motion with her underwear.

“There we are.” I spread her legs apart, and Peony gasps as I lean down between them and inhale. She smells so sweet, so familiar, that my cock immediately emerges. But I remain where I am, wrapping my hands around her ass so I can pull her all the way forward on the cushions.

“Rupert? Oh!” She grips my horns as I extend my long tongue to lick her, tracing from the dip of her lovely cunt to the sensitive bud up above it. She squeaks as I circle her clit, gripping my horns even tighter.

I wind her up that way, sucking and teasing, simply enjoying the sound of her labored breaths and her divine taste. Her head thrashes from side to side as I apply steady pressure, dancing with my tongue all over her.

When she’s good and soaked for me, I rise to my feet in front of her and take off my own trousers, finally allowing my cock free. Peony strips off her shirt and bra, and gloriously naked, she moves to get off the couch, likely to suck me dry again.

“Stay put,” I command her, and her brows fly high on her forehead.

“Oh?” Her lids lower. “Do you think you’re healed enough?”

“I don’t bloody care.” I lick my chops, thirsting to see her tits bounce as I make her mine again. “I need you, little flower.”

She shivers all over when I call her this name, spreading her legs even wider for me. She reaches down and spreads the lips of her pussy, and I nearly start to drool at the pulsing of her wet cunt.

“Wait.” This is not where I want to have her. I scoop her up by her butt, lifting her into my arms.

“Rupert!” She giggles as I carry her down the hallway to my bedroom.

“I’m going to make love to you until you can’t walk.” My cock is already rubbing at the crease of her ass.

“Make love to me?” she asks with surprise as I nearly jog through the door. I still haven’t set her down as I climb onto the bed and lean her back on it.

Maybe now is the time. Maybe I should tell her how I really feel about her, a feeling punctuated by almost losing her.

I keep her in my arms, only her head resting on the pillow, and lean down close. “Peony…” I almost choke on the words. “Peony, I love you. I probably have loved you for a while. And I will keep loving you until you make me stop.”

Her dark eyes get big and round, and then, to my horror, they fill up with tears.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, concerned that I’ve upset her.

She throws her arms around my neck and drags me down to the bed on top of her, which has the delicious effect of pinning my cock between us. She smothers her face in my mane, and her voice comes out raspy.

“You love me? Really?” She sniffles. “Because I love you, Rupert!”

I could simply melt right then and there in her arms. My sweet Peony, who cries over things like love, who holds me so sweetly as she rubs her face in my fur. 

But I have important things to do now, and ways to show her how I feel about her.