Before I can respond to point out that humans need things like food, water and sleep, I hear a discreet cough coming from somewhere in the room.
I freeze.
“Sire?” an unfamiliar voice enquires. By the sound of it, male and amused. Oh, shit, we have an audience. “Begging your pardon, but it’s been hours, and the lady hasn’t eaten or had water. Perhaps a brief intermission?”
“Go away, Gideon,” Pierre snarls.
“I brought refreshments,” the voice continues, completely unbothered by the growling Beast currently knotting me. “And clean linens. The bed is somewhat… um…. soiled.”
I turn my head to find that the voice is coming from a sword floating by the door. A talking sword… Right.
“Did it…” I start.
“That’s Gideon,” Pierre grumbles, sounding resigned. “Captain of my guard. Talking sword. And giant pain in my ass.”
“My lady,” the sword says, switching to a horizontal position that I guess means it’s bowing… “Might I suggest food, sire?”
Pierre grumbles… still inside me.
“The lady does require sustenance, my Lord.”
“I’m fine,” I say at the same time Pierre lets out another growl.
Gideon chuckles. “There’s food on the table by the window, water and some energy tonics Louise prepared for you. She said, and I quote, ‘Someone needs to keep those two alive.’”
“Tell her thank you, please.” I manage to find whatever shreds of manners I might still have left in me, my face burning. “And that I’m sorry for the… noise.” Whoever this Louise person is, she’s obviously trying to keep me alive.
“Oh, don’t apologize, my lady. It’s lovely to hear life in the castle again. We’ve been waiting forever. A little enthusiastic mating is music to our ears.”
I giggle despite the truly insane circumstances.
“Gideon,” Pierre warns.
“Right, right. I’m leaving. Do try to feed her before she perishes. Would be a shame to lose our future lady of the castle to starvation mid-heat.”
The sword flies out of the room, and I’m left trying to process the fact that I just had a conversation with an enchanted piece of weaponry while impaled on my Beast’s knot.
“Yourpeopleare very… involved,” I finally say.
“They’re bored. And very invested in breaking the curse.” His knot starts to soften. “Come on. Let’s get some food in you before your heat spikes again.”
He pulls out and scoops me up. I whimper at the loss of him, at the feeling of his cum leaking out of me. My legs feel like jelly. Actually, my entire body feels like it.
Beast carries me to the seating area by the tall windows, settling me on his lap as he reaches for the food. There’s bread, cheese, fruit, and tiny bottles of some mysterious glowing liquid.
“The energy tonics,” he explains, opening one and holding it to my lips.
I drink, too tired to argue. It tastes like honey, and I instantly feel strength returning to my limbs.
“Better?” he asks, eyeing me through his long lashes, his face impossibly monstrous, his huge form terrifying, but all of it beautiful to me. I could sit here staring at my beast for hours. I must be mad…
“Much.” I take a bite of the bread he offers, feeling ravenous.
He feeds me a piece of cheese and kisses my temple.
“I’m gonna give you everything you need. Feed you. Keep you hydrated. Knot you until you’re screaming.”
“Great sense of priority,” I scoff.
