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Monstrous Love {Pero Tovar x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 14.4k

Warnings: Monster Fucking, death, grieving, burial, loss, marriage of convenience, secrets, guilt, discoveries, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, hand jobs, pregnancy

Comments: A stranger arrives on your doorstep telling you that your husband died to save his life and his dying wish was for you to marry him. You realize this man is hiding something that is the key to why your husband gave his life for him.

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The horse plods along slowly, the shod hooves clicking against the stone grooves of the wagon worn road. Pero glances down at the sword that is balanced across his knee. The guilt is heavier than the solid weight of the sharp steel. The last words of a dying man echoing in his ears just like they have every moment since they had been spoken. It’s odd that he would care, normally he wouldn’t. This was personal though. It’s because of him that a husband won’t return to his wife.

You are folding your washing after taking it down from the line outside when there's a knock on the door. You're immediately on edge and you reach for your knife, slowly walking towards the door. You remove the wooden bar and crack the door. Pero tilts his head when the door opens slightly and you narrow your eyes at him, seeing his scar and dirty face. He says your husband's name and your eyes widen, opening the door a little more. "I fought with your husband. He - he was killed. I have his body. I wanted to return him home."

The horse that had carried your husband’s body is tied behind his own. The horse is valuable and he had not had the heart to sell the beast and pocket the coins. He had pilfered from the other body left behind with zero remorse, but all your husband’s things are still there. “I will bring him inside and let you clean him up while I dig the hole.” He knows you can’t bury him yourself and your husband said he did not want to be buried in the church graveyard.

You are shocked, shaking hands coming up to your mouth as you stare at the gruff man on your threshold. "He's - oh." You choke, stumbling and leaning against the door frame as the door opens enough for you to see your husband's body. Pero shifts from one foot to the other, "he wanted to return home to you." He says and you choke on a sob, tears streaming down your cheeks as you push past him to get to your husband.

Pero Tovar is a hard man, one who is mostly selfish, but tears bother him. Especially a woman’s tears. He turns to watch as you pull the hastily wrapped shroud from your husband’s face to caress his cold skin. Pero swallows, scowling as he shuffles and feels the weight of his last words on his shoulders. You are young, pretty, now made a widow and he should just bury the body and leave.

The reality of losing your husband, of being a widow, has you sinking down to the ground as the stranger approaches you. “He spoke of nothing but you.” He reveals and you wrap your arms around yourself. “I - I don’t know what - he’s gone.” You sob until you are hiccuping and trying to breathe. Pero kneels down beside you, his hand reaching for you but he stops before he touches you. “Can you carry him into the house for me?” You whisper, turning your head to look at the man with dark eyes who nods, “of course.”

Pero slowly, gently, pulls your husband’s body off the back of the horse. Not that he cares if Pero tosses him about, but you might. The dead weight in his arms is shifted over his shoulder and he lets you lead him into the surprisingly large cottage. The coziness of the space is immediate and he waits while you clear the large table of dried herbs and vegetables from your garden. “Do you need me to bring water in?” Pero asks as he lays the body out.

You stare at your husband, unable to believe he’s dead, but you nod without looking at Pero. He makes his way out of the cottage and you walk over to the table, brushing your husband’s hair back. He looks so handsome, like he’s asleep, even when he’s covered in dirt. You start to gather some rags, preparing for the water that Pero brings in minutes later. You remain silent, working diligently to clean your husband up and Pero heads outside to dig the grave.

The shovel breaks through the dirt, making Pero’s back ache and his breathing gets shorter as the hole gets deeper. Grunting and sweating as he carves out the final resting place of the man who had saved his life. Giving up his future for him, holding his hand as he breathed his last breath after making Pero promise to marry you.

You slide the metal ring from your husband’s hand, kissing the back of it now that it’s clean, and you reach up to undo the chain around your neck, looping his ring so you’ll carry him with you forever. “I love you.” You murmur as Pero clears his throat from the threshold. He is sweaty and covered in speckles of dust and soil. “Are you ready?” He asks and you look back at your husband, hand shaking as you caress his cheek one last time. “Yes. I’m ready.”

He rewraps your husband in a clean blanket you had left out and brings the body out to the hole he had dug. Awkward as he gets him into his grave and has to halfway crawl out. Biting his tongue to curb the curses that would normally be flowing freely. It seems like it isn’t the time. “I am sorry, señora.” He murmurs quietly before stepping back.

You sniff, tears gathering in your eyes again as you touch the ring on your chain. “Thank you.” You murmur, “for bringing him home. For burying him.” You say and Pero looks at you, nodding. You say a prayer for your husband, Pero bowing his head in respect, and you let the tears flow. “You must be hungry. I will prepare food and a bath for you.” You say, stepping away from the grave, “you must be tired. You can rest.”

“I will cover the grave.” It would be foolish to turn down a meal, or a bath, so he doesn’t. Just nods at you and picks up the shovel again. After this, he needs to unsaddle the horses and make sure they are fed some grain after traveling for so long. Then he can rest and tell you what your husband wanted him to do.

You go through the motions, doing what you’d do for your husband when he returned home. A hot meal cooking on the stove while the hot water cools in the tub alongside oils and a razor. When Pero comes into the cottage, he’s surprised at the setup. “Dinner is ready when you are. Take your time. I am going to take a moment alone.” You say as you step through the small doorway to your bed, sinking down on it to muffle your cries into your pillow.

It seems so wrong to take the hospitality of a woman who just buried her husband, but Pero is tired and dirty. Slowly stripping off his leathers and the chainmail beneath it, his clothes are in need of a good scrubbing, but he sees that you have set out some clothes that must have been your husband’s. He sinks down into the hot water with a groan and leans back in the tub and closes his eyes for a moment. Trying to ignore the sobs coming from the other room.

You sniff as you calm down, hearing the rustling of clothes as the man who returned your husband to you dresses in his clothes. You wipe your eyes and shuffle off the bed, making your way into the kitchen to find him looking clean and freshly shaven. “I hope you like stew. I have fresh bread that I baked this morning.” You explain and he nods, “I do, thank you señora.” You order for him to sit down and you serve him a large bowl of stew alongside a chunk of the loaf you baked. Your own serving is smaller, your stomach twisting with grief as you sit down at the table.

He doesn’t wait, he can’t when he smells the stew and feels the heat of the warm food. Ravenous in a way that man can be when he’s not had a good meal in a long time, Pero digs into the stew and groans at the rich and meaty meal. You are a good cook and your husband was a lucky bastard.

You watch him eat, unfazed by his manners as your husband would eat like that whenever he returned from his travels. It didn’t take long for him to remember your presence and later meals would be civilized. You allow Pero the pass as he inhales the food. Your bites are smaller and quite frankly a struggle as your grief twists inside you.

“It is good.” He tears a chunk of bread in half to dip into the juices, wanting every drop of the stew to be in his belly. “Otto used to complain about the food at camp, talk about your stews and roasts.” He shoves the bread in his mouth. “He was right to brag on you.”

You smile sadly, “he used to joke and say I cook better than his mother and he’s lucky she was dead because she’d kill him if he she heard him say that.” You chuckle and Pero snorts, smirking, “he was a smart man.” You bite your lip as you set your spoon down, “was he- did he die in battle?”

“No.” Pero shakes his head and glances back down at his now empty bowl. “Your husband stepped in front of an arrow meant for me.” He admits quietly, still not sure why the man had done it. Pero should have just been killed and it would have saved you the grief swimming in your eyes.

You frown, “he- he saved you? Why? Why would he do that?” You demand to know, aware that you’re being rude but you’re angry now that you know he sacrificed his life for someone.

Pero glances up at you and then frowns himself, looking almost angry. “I don’t know.” He admits. “Selfish bastard should have just let the arrow hit me.”

That’s not a good enough answer for you and you huff, shaking your head at the gruff mercenary. “I need you to tell me what happened. Why did my husband die for you?” You ask, stomach twisting with your grief and now anger.

He can’t tell you the truth. You would never believe him. “Another soldier was trying to kill me.” He confesses, knowing that he can at least tell you that. “He was drawing his bow and Otto stepped in front of me, hoping the bastard would not shoot.” Pero’s hands clenched into fists. “He did not care and shot him.” Pero looks up. “I killed the bastard for you. The man is dead.”

You nod slowly, absorbing his words, and you feel the tears sting in your eyes as you try to blink them away. “I don’t understand why he did that. He - he was a good man but to give up his life for you? Why?” You question out loud and Pero sighs, “I have been asking myself the same question since he died.” He confesses and you wipe your cheeks, “I am alone now. He - he is gone.” You say, almost trying to convince yourself of that fact.

Clearing his throat, Pero looks away for a moment before he swallows. “His-his last words were about you.” He tells you quietly. “He-he told me to take care of you. To- marry you.”

Your watery eyes widen in shock as you stare at the man sitting at your kitchen table. “Ma- marry you? Me? Marry - why would he say that?” You choke out, heart breaking at that reality that you’re a widow and your husband’s last request was for you to marry the man he died for. “I don’t - no. No. I cannot. I will not marry you.”

He nods, completely understanding that you would not want to marry the man who is the reason your late husband is gone. “I understand señora.” He murmurs quietly. “I have brought the coins from the men I have killed for you. And I will make sure you are provided for since it is my fault that Otto cannot.” He should walk away, but he can’t. Not after the man had died for him.

You sniff, hating that your tears are never ending but you know this is the grief and shock. “I am a widow. I do not own this cottage, my husband does and now that he is no longer here, the villagers will come for it. They will want to take it for another family.” You know how these things work. You are a woman, you cannot own anything. “Is that why he wished for you to marry me? To ensure I keep my home?” You ask and Pero nods, “sí, señora.” You look down at your hand, the simple ring on your finger a symbol of who you have lost. “I do not want to marry you. If we are to marry, I do not wish to share your bed. This is for us to honor my husband’s wish and to allow me to keep our home. Nothing more. Do you understand?”

He watches for you a long moment before he nods. “Sí.” He agrees, “I will not demand rights as a husband. If I have a need for a woman, I will take care of that while I sell my sword.” Otto had not partaken in the tavern wenches and whores like other men who had families at home. It had seemed odd, but now he knows what you are like, Pero can understand. A mere whore has none of the beauty you do, and he reminds himself that he will not truly have you, so it is not a break of his vow to God.

You nod, knowing that you cannot share your bed with him but he is the only man who can save your home and your body from the clutches of the village men. “We shall go see the priest in the morn.” You say and Pero nods in agreement. You look back at your meal, suddenly not hungry and you stand up to clean your bowl.

Pero stands as well and he bites his lip. This was a mistake, he should have just dumped the body at your door and left. Still, he doesn’t move towards his armor. “I will check the horses.” He grunts.

You watch him go and you allow yourself another moment to cry, grieving your husband and the life you had. You wash the bowls with your bucket of water, tears dropping down your cheeks as you ponder your new life married to the man for whom your husband died.

Outside, Pero is lost. He can take care of animals, he can chop wood and hunt. He would actually look forward to living in four walls and a solid roof through the winter if it weren’t for this. He doesn’t know how to be a husband, even if it is just for the protection of his name. He shoos a chicken away and sighs as he looks at the goat that is munching away on the grass around the small barn. “At least there are animals.” He huffs, making his way inside to check on the horses.

You finish cleaning up, preparing the cot for Pero to sleep on. You will not share a bed with the man who will become your husband. This is in name only. There will be no love, no faith, no connection in your marriage. You sit down by the fire and think about your husband, Otto, and you wonder why he chose this man to be your protector. Did he ask him to marry you as his dying wish? Was it guilt? Was it something else? You wish you had more answers.

After feeding and watering the animals, Pero starts to collect wood. Noticing that the stack next to the cottage is low, he sees the logs that have been felled and stacked to chop into manageable pieces. Tomorrow, he will start hunting and then chop wood after you get married.

You get ready for bed, dressed in your nightgown when Pero comes back into your cottage. He is wearing your husband's clothes and that makes tears gather in your eyes once again at the reminder of what you've lost. "I have prepared your bed." You inform him with a choke.

Pero looks at the cot made next to the hearth and then back at you. “Gracias, señora.” He bows his head slightly. “I will sleep well tonight. Thank you for preparing a bed for me.” He knows you could make him sleep out in the barn, so he doesn’t think a cot next to a banked fire is a bad place to be. “Should I bar the door?”

You nod, knowing you’re both safer in the cottage even if this man is a stranger to you. You watch him bar the door and you say to him when he turns towards you, “goodnight.” He nods at you, “buenas noches, señora.” You walk back into your room, sliding under the covers and you lean over to blow out the candle. Tomorrow, you’ll be marrying the man in the other room.

It takes a long time to fall asleep. Laying on a surprisingly comfortable cot, he listens to the fire crackle and the soft sound of your breathing from the other room. Unsure of what to do or say. He shouldn’t marry you, not when he’s still keeping the truth about your husband’s death from you.

The next morning, you dress and prepare breakfast while Pero sleeps on the cot. He must’ve travelled far. Otto would often sleep for days when he returned home. Sleep was a luxury men of the sword weren’t afforded. “Good morning.” You say to him when he sits up, rubbing his bare chest and your eyes widen for a second until you turn your back from his naked form.

“Mierda.” Pero hisses, reaching for his pants. Or, Otto’s pants. He had gotten hot and had stripped down in the middle of the night, relaxed by the barred door and the comfortable cot. He’s always hot. “Forgive me.” He grunts as he pulls them on and shoves his feet into his boots.

You keep your face turned away and you prepare the bread to bake over the fireplace. “It’s - it’s okay.” You promise and keep your back turned until you hear him moving around behind you. “Could you fetch some fresh water?” You ask, needing some water for the day, “and some wood? Once we have eaten breakfast, we can go find the priest.”

“Sí.” He throws the shirt on and grabs the buckets for water before removing the heavy wooden beam from the door. He decides that he will check the chickens for eggs and ask you if the goat is to be milked or not after he gets the water and wood.

He returns with the water, then the wood, then the eggs and milk. You’re surprised at his efficiency, similar to Otto’s but he would press a kiss to your lips with each delivery. You set the breakfast food on the table as he walks back in and you watch him toe off his boots. “Eat then we get married.” You order, knowing you need his name for protection.

“Sí, señora.” He moves over to the water bucket used for washing and cleans his hands. “I have coins to pay the priest, then we can get any supplies you need from the market.” He tells you.

You’re surprised at his consideration and you wonder why he’s doing this. Maybe he was attracted to the ready made life: a cottage and a wife to take care of it. Maybe it’s the coins. Maybe it’s the safety. You aren’t sure but you know Otto asked him for a reason to take care of you. You watch him sit down at the table, reaching for the cooked oats and you are sure he has calmed down the ravenous way he eats for you as he tries to demurely spoon up the oats. It makes you smile as you sit down opposite him.

Pero is starving but he needs to show that he has some manners at your table. He would normally just tip the bowl up and slurp it down. The cup of water at his wrist is quickly drunk down with some bread. “After the winter thaws, I will sell my sword and leave you in peace.” He tells you. “Like Otto had.”

You nod in agreement, knowing that this is best for both of you. You sigh and watch him finish his food, eating your own. Once you’re both finished eating, you go to wash the bowls but Pero beats you to it. “I am going to wash up and change. I will not be married in my morning clothes.”

“I have a change of clothes in my bags, but…” he shakes his head. “All of my clothes are rough, meant to be worn with armor.” He admits, gesturing to the clothes you had let him borrow. “Would it upset you for me to wear this?” He asks. “Or should I find clothes before we meet the priest?”

You tilt your head, “I have more clothes that were Otto’s. You can pick what you would like to wear.” You say, walking over to the chest, and you open it to reveal your late husband’s clothes. You open the chest next to that one that contains your clothes and you pull the dress you wore to marry Otto out of the chest.

You are practical despite grieving and he can appreciate that. Nodding, he feels odd about taking over your husband’s life, but he had promised the man he would take care of you. “Gracias.” He murmurs and moves over to pick out something to wear.

You are methodical as you get ready for your union to Pero, cleaning yourself up before you change into the dress. When you enter the main living area, he’s standing there and your breath catches at how handsome he is. The guilt immediately swarms you after the thought, the guilt of thinking of a man other than your husband.

Pero runs his hand over his face and wonders if he should trim again, but there is no use. This isn’t a true marriage. You are just taking his name to keep your house and protect you from men who would want to take advantage of you. His eyes widen when he sees you, finding you to be absolutely gorgeous.

“Shall we go?” You ask, unaware of his attraction to you as you internally reprimand yourself for your reaction to him. He clears his throat, “sí, señora.” You nod and you’re soon both walking to the village. The morning air is chilly, indicating that the leaves will soon turn and then snow will fall after that.

You are quiet while you walk, making Pero even more nervous. He has not spent much time with women who are not whores or tavern maids. Gentle women with kind eyes and soft words always shy away from him, scared by his dark looks and the scar that makes him look wicked. “Hunting should be good in these woods.” He grunts. “I will go as soon as we get done with the priest.” He craves fresh meat and it will be good to start storing up for winter.

You hum in agreement, “very well. You are free to do as you please, even as my husband.” You say and he turns to look at you, “we may not be husband and wife in the biblical sense, señora, but I will still obey my honor to you.” He says and you sigh, “whatever you wish. I have no expectations of you.”

He frowns at your words, although he should be pleased. He had never imagined getting married, too used to doing what he wished. Even after Garin had decided to go back to China for his general. “Sí.” He grunts. “That is good.”

The village is quiet this time of the morning since everyone has tended to their business already. A few people pass by, confusion on their faces as they see you walking alongside Pero. You ignore them, uncaring of what they think as you walk toward the church.

Pero’s scowl deepens naturally, uncomfortable around most and not liking the rest. He shifts closer to you, protective but he doesn’t touch you. He knows that word will spread of his reason for being here and he wants it known that you are very well protected.

You can see the apprehension on their faces and you realize that this is what Pero can do for you. He can protect you just by being seen with you. If he hadn’t mentioned your husband’s wish and left after leaving the body, you’d already be having knocks on your door from the village men. The church is quiet as you enter it, the priest hovering near the altar and he looks up at you, saying your husband’s last name. “My husband - Otto - is dead. This man returned his body to me. We have buried him. Now, I wish to marry this man.” You say, knowing the priest will be confused by this new development.

The priest looks to Pero, his gaze concerned as he glances between the two of you. “Did you kill Otto?” He demands, making Pero growl. He would grab the man if he weren’t of the church. “No padre.” Pero hisses. “Otto saved my life and his dying wish was for me to take care of his widow.”

“It’s true. He brought Otto back to me. He can protect me. I do not wish to marry one of the vile men of the village. They will want me for my lands. Pero will honor Otto’s wishes. We wish to be wed now.” You explain and the priest narrows his eyes at Pero in suspicion until he nods, “I would like to visit Otto’s grave. Pray for him but first, I will honor his wishes.”

Pero nods solemnly and looks towards you before he speaks. “Thank you padre.” He declines the offer of confession, lying to the priest that he had taken confession before coming to the village. In truth, it has been years since he has confessed his sins and a priest would never absolve him.

You are nervous, silently praying to God and Otto that this man will care for you. That he will not end up behaving like the men you're evading by marrying him. Your mind is wandering as the priest begins the ceremony, standing opposite Pero and you barely manage to pay attention enough to repeat the vows.

Pero has never been married before so he listens carefully to the priest’s words about duty and purpose. There won’t be children from this marriage since you are not sleeping together, but he will just claim that he has an injury from battle. The priest declares you man and wife and Pero picks up your hand and kisses it instead of kissing your lips. “My kisses for my wife will be private.” He growls.

The priest nods in respect, pleased that Pero seems to be protective and respectful of you. You’re a pillar of the community and he doesn’t want anything to happen to you now that Otto is gone. You smile sadly at Pero, knowing that you are no longer the wife of Otto, no longer his widow. You are the wife of Pero Tovar. “Let’s go feast. Father, would you care to join us?” You ask and he shakes his head, “no. Go ahead children and go with God’s blessing.” You nod, letting Pero escort you from the church as the market is opening up.

Reaching for his coin purse gives him an excuse to let go of your hand. Untying it from his belt, it’s heavy, and he hands it to you. “Buy whatever you need for this winter.” He grunts. “Save your coins from Otto, those are yours to keep.” He knows that everything you have is technically his, but he doesn’t feel that way.

You shake your head, “I do not need your coins.” You insist and try to hand the pouch back to him but he closes his hand over yours. “You may not need them but they are yours nonetheless.” It seems futile to argue so you nod, attaching the purse to your belt and you walk through the market, purchasing what you need and Pero obediently carries what he can while traders offer to deliver the heavier items to your cottage.

The purse is far lighter by the time you are ready to go back to the cottage, Pero carrying all the smaller packages. “Do I need to stay for the deliveries or will I be able to go hunt?” He asks, aware that you had made a point to introduce him as your husband to everyone you had purchased from today. The news will spread quickly through the village.

You tilt your head at his consideration, “you’ll be able to go hunt. I am capable of dealing with the traders.” You promise, “go and hunt. I know you need time to think. This has been a lot to process.” You say, fiddling with the two rings on the chain around your neck. Yours and Ottos. It felt wrong to continue to wear it for this marriage so your finger will remain bare.

His eyes drop down to the chain and he nods. “Sí.” He murmurs as he goes to change into the clothes he had been wearing earlier. “I will hopefully bring back a stag.”

You know he’s capable, he’s displayed that time and time again. “Very well. I’ll see you soon.” You say as you start to put away the things you’d purchased from the market that he’d carried back home. You keep your back turned as he changes, ignoring the way your body heats slightly. It’s been months since you shared a bed with your husband and the thought of being with Pero is inconceivable but you’re still a woman with needs.

Pero grabs his bow, he’s not quite the performer that Garin is but he is a damn good shot. He had routinely hunted for dinner when he was with the army so he could assure himself of something to eat. “I will be back.” He promises before walking out of the door and feeling like he’s doing something wrong.

You watch him go and finally, you have the cottage to yourself since you buried Otto. Tears stream down your cheeks as you feel like you’re betraying your late husband and you swallow harshly as you wipe the tears from your cheeks to focus on your tasks.

Pero comes back to the cottage hours later. He had taken his horse with him and he’s glad he had. The stag that is hanging over the back of the black stallion is massive. Easily enough meat to feed the two of you for the majority of the winter if the meat is smoked and packed away. He is holding two rabbits, and has set up several traps to check. The hide of the stag would make a nice blanket, but he wants furs for trade or clothes. The tree in the clearing will be perfect to hang the meat overnight to let it bleed out and to keep it safe from the scavengers.

Your eyes widen when you see Pero with the stag over the back of his stallion. It’s huge and you are shocked by his strength to take down a beast like that. You wipe your hands on your skirt and walk out to greet him with “are we feeding the entire village?” You ask and Pero snorts, “this is for us. We will smoke it. It will keep us fed until the snow melts.” You nod in agreement, your stomach twisting at the capability this man exudes. Otto was a good man but he’d never taken down as large an animal as that.

Pero pulls the animal off the back of the horse and slaps the stallion’s rump to get him to move over to the grass to munch. “You have rope?” He asks, pulling out his knife to kneel down and gut the stag so it won’t be spoiled.

You’re not disgusted by the blood and guts as they spill onto the ground and you nod, turning around to grab some rope that Otto had stored last hunting season. You come back out and hand it to Pero, watching him as he works methodically.

Pero ties the rope around the stag’s hind legs before tossing it over the lower heavy branch of the tree. Planting his feet, Pero groans and grunts as he uses his raw strength to hoist the heavy animal high into the air so the predators can’t get it. When he’s done, he ties the rope around the tree and looks at you breathlessly. “You know how to cook liver?” He asks.

Your eyes are wide, heart beating a little harder at the display of brute strength. “I, uh, I can. My mother - she used to - to cook all the insides.” You say and Pero nods, sweat on his brow and you inhale deeply, trying to ignore your attraction to him at this moment.

Pero nods. “I will wash them.” He loves fresh liver fried over a fire and is looking forward to the meal. You are a good cook, so it should be amazing. “Gracias.” He murmurs when he looks at you. “For the rope.”

Your eyes linger on him as you nod, heading back into the house to wait for him to bring you the liver to cook for your dinner. You’ve already started cooking lunch - the same stew from last night - and you call him in to eat.

Pero brings in all the organs, although he had thrown the intestines and stomach into the woods. That has never been a good meal, but the heart, lungs and kidneys make a decent stew. He also cleans and dresses the rabbits to be cooked on a spit. Bringing everything back inside when you call him for lunch.

You watch him set out the organs and you are already deciding how to cook all of them while you set the bread you baked this morning on the table. “Our first meal as husband and wife.” You declare but it’s not with joy but indifference.

“I know that you are not happy with me as your husband.” He moves over to the fire and adds some more wood. “I will try to be gone as often as possible to make things easier for you.”

You hum in agreement and thanks, knowing that this is for both your benefits. He gets a warm home during the winter, cooked food, and clean clothes, and you get protection and coins. It’s the best you can do in such a horrible situation and Pero is not forcing himself on you like the men in the village would do.

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You watch Pero as he finishes the liver you cooked for dinner. The day has been long and tiring but you enjoy how much he loves your cooking. Groaning and trying not to shovel it in but some bites are better than others. When you both prepare for bed, you are relieved when he immediately settles on the cot in the main area, granting you privacy and purity in your marriage. “Goodnight.” You murmur as you walk into your bedroom, alone and a newly married widow.

Pero doesn’t mind the cot, doesn’t mind sleeping alone. He doesn’t feel married, even though he is. Otto must have known something he didn’t when he told Pero to marry you. Or he was just desperate to make sure you were cared for. “Mierda.” He grunts, shifting to take off the shirt. It is not how he ever expected to spend his wedding night. He’s not even drunk.

****

It’s been a few weeks since Pero arrived on your doorstep with your late husband shrouded over the back of his horse. You have settled into a routine, meals together before he handles the livestock and hunts to prepare for the upcoming winter. The air has turned chilly and you have become friendly with Pero, enjoying his company even if he’s often quiet. He’s a steady presence and you feel protected.

Pero shifts, skin hot and he tries to ignore the warning signs. He knows what will happen tonight, having been through it too many times before. He groans to himself as you bend over to take the bread out of the oven. It will be the first time he had this happen since marrying you. Despite not touching you in the weeks since saying your vows, he wants to, and that scares him.

You can’t say you’ve gotten to know more about Pero since he doesn’t speak much but you’ve gathered small tidbits of information. Like he’s originally from Spain and left his homeland when his mother died to sell his sword. His friend is named William and he went to China to be with the woman he loves. He is loyal and smart and you want to know more about the man who is now your husband. Yet he seems to close himself off and it hurts you. You don’t understand what you’ve done to keep his distance.

His eyes follow you, cock twitching in his breeches, Otto’s breeches and he reminds himself that you don’t want him. You wish for the man who is buried under the trees and he had moved a rock from the nearby stream to etch his name into it to mark his grave. He sees you out there some times, envious at the love you have for your fallen husband and the guilt of his death weighs heavily.

You sigh, watching him as he works on fixing the gate outside the cottage that has been stiff since before Otto left. You bite your lip as you look through the window at his back, muscles working under the material of his shirt. Your stomach twists with desire for your new husband until your hand touches the rings on your clavicle, the guilt hitting you again. You know you said you’d keep your distance and you plan to but he is tempting you every day, more and more.

Pero can feel you watching him. He often wonders what you are thinking. If you still blame him for Otto’s death. He tries not to get too close to you, knowing that it will make it harder to try to keep those thoughts from creeping in. If you would sound sweet under him in your bed. He’s heard you a few times, the soft gasps of self pleasure when he was supposed to be asleep. He can’t think of you that way. It’s dangerous. “There have been animal tracks around the barn.” He tells you over his shoulder, not pausing his work. I will sleep out there tonight to make sure they are safe.” It’s a good excuse, believable.

You frown, not liking the idea of him outside with the animals and in danger. You’ve already lost one husband. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. You should stay inside.” You say and he shakes his head, “I will be fine, esposa.” You know better than to argue with him now. He’s stubborn as a mule. “Very well.” You say, spinning on your heel to begin preparing dinner.

Pero sighs, aware that you are annoyed with him, but it’s for the best. The farther away he can keep you, the safer you will. He doesn’t know how he will react tonight now that you are married. He’s never been around a woman during this time before. He’s anxious and wants to make sure he doesn’t do something foolish.

You sigh when he doesn’t say much during dinner but he does eat a lot. More than he ever has which surprises you. You serve him more food, watching him shovel it into his mouth despite your request that he doesn’t eat like he’s surrounded by mercenaries. When you get ready for bed, he’s preparing to sleep outside and it worries you. It’s getting colder and you worry that whatever is out there is going to attack him instead of the animals. “Be careful.” You order after saying goodnight when he lingers by the front door. “I will. Bar the door just in case.” He orders and you swallow, nodding in agreement. “Goodnight, Pero.” You murmur and he tilts his head, “buenas noches, esposa.” You shut the door behind him, barring it, and you settle into bed with an uneasy feeling in your stomach.

The sun dipping below the horizon is probably the time that Pero feels it the most. The ache crawling beneath his skin and the heat rising in his body. He growls to himself as he glances back at the cottage, happy that there is a thick wooden bar that would prevent anything, including him, from getting inside. The windows are too small to crawl through. He glances at the horses, munching the oats and hay in their stalls as they don’t pay him any attention while the chickens squawk and the goat bleats at him. He had eaten enough that he should not be tempted by them tonight. Pero starts to strip his clothes off to wait for the first full moon since he had made this his home.

You wake up with a gasp, the sound of howling disturbing your sleep, and your heart pounds. You sigh, settling back in bed, knowing it’s just your imagination and not what you think it is. You close your eyes until another howl has you sitting up in bed. You shiver as the fire has dampened through the night and you’re worried about Pero. What if something has happened to him outside? Your heart pounds when you hear a wailing noise and you unlock the door, setting the bar down and you reach for the lantern you had burning next to your bed. You walk out into the night, the air chilly and the moon bright above. It’s full and almost makes it seem like daylight outside. You walk towards the barn, wanting to check on Pero and you hear a snort. Your heart thumps and you inhale shakily, worried about your husband. “P-Pero?” You whisper, walking around the barn and you hear a twig snap. “Pero?” You call out, a little louder. You find the blankets on the floor, his clothes next to them and you panic, spinning around and that’s when you’re face to face with a monster. Your breath catches and you gasp, “Otto?”

He had expected you to scream. To run or to even faint when he had stepped towards you and extended to his full monstrous height. Far taller than he ever was as a human, he transformed into a dark beast, fur as black as his hair when he was normal. Claws sharp and deadly, teeth like razors. The horses stamp in the stall, but they don’t scream in fear, used to his change. He huffs, surprised that you had called for your late husband, dropping down to all fours to show that he’s not as dangerous as you might think.

Your hand reaches for him, your heart pounding until you remember this isn’t your late husband. He’s dead. You gasp, falling back on your ass after you drop the lantern as you realize this isn’t a beast you know. The beast doesn’t move, his nose lowered towards you and your eyes widen when you glance over at the blankets and those eyes. You know those eyes. “Pe-Pero?” You ask, chest heaving in shock.

Pero growls quietly, shuffling to lay down. To show you that he means you no harm as he watches you. You are smart, and he would swear that you thought he was your husband but he knows that can’t be true. Otto didn’t become a monster at the full moon like Pero does. He was human when he threw himself in front of the arrow that had been meant to slay the beast he is.

You know he can hear your heart hammering in your chest as he lays before you. Those brown eyes are ones you’ve become familiar with and you have so many questions. “I didn’t know - Otto - did he know?” You ask, wondering if that’s why your husband protected him.

Pero whines slightly, his ears lowering down and he nods slightly. He can’t talk when he’s like this, it had taken him a long time to have any kind of self control, to be aware of what he was doing when he was like this. Still shocked that you aren’t grabbing a weapon to kill him.

You shift onto your knees, your hand slowly coming down to touch his head. He’s larger than Otto was, his back still towering over you even as he lays down. “It’s okay. It won’t be long until you’re human again.” You murmur, “Otto never took too long to change back.” You reveal, “and he didn’t hurt me. I know you won’t either.”

Pero’s eyes close and he lets out a growl. Someone would think that it’s a warning, but his head is pushing into your hand. Craving more, even as he is stunned by your words. Otto was a monster as well? How is that possible?

You chuckle at his nudge. Otto was always as needy during this time. “I didn’t find out until we were married. Kind of like us, huh?” You snort, “he - he confessed that he had been that way since he was a young man. He never knew why he could change but I - I did a lot of research. Spoke to…to witches, local sorcerers who hide in the brothels and tavern.” You confess, “they helped me and I- I discovered a way to help him change less. A potion, of sorts. He still had to change sometimes but it stopped him from changing every full moon.” You reveal as you scratch behind Pero’s ears.

Pero’s head shoots up and he stares at you. Dark eyes boring into yours as you reveal why Otto hadn’t been in this form that night. He tilts his head and for some reason that is funny to you. He’s never been around someone who hasn’t fled screaming or tried to kill him when he was in this form. It’s almost unsettling.

You are comforted by his presence, reminded of the nights you would sit at Otto’s side when you were first married after he revealed his secret to you. “Otto kept disappearing. I thought he was visiting the brothels so one night I followed him and he - I was terrified. I fainted when I saw him in his form and when I woke up, he was by my side. He explained what he was and how he’d never be able to hurt me. It helped us grow closer. I’d like it if we follow that since you’ve been keeping yourself away from me.”

Pero's eyes widen slightly and he rumbles slightly, not quite a growl but it’s confused and pleased all at the same time. Otto had been like him. You had loved him despite that, and you don’t mind him being a monster. Pero ducks his head and butts it against your side slightly, his only way to really communicate with you is through touch.

You smile, caressing his head and you decide to shift to lay down next to him. He whines a little and curls his body around yours, keeping you protected from the cold night air. You feel safe and a part of you is reminded of Otto in this moment. That’s why he asked Pero to marry you. Because he knew what he was. It all makes sense now. You’re not sure when you fall asleep but you’re soon waking up to the sound of birds, back in your bed. You pat the sheets, confused, until you hear rustling in the kitchen. You slide from your bed, making your way towards the noise and that’s when you see Pero. Human Pero. “Good morning.” You say softly, tilting your head towards him.

Pero turns to you, slightly wary of your reaction now that he isn’t ten times your size and bearing sharp teeth and razor claws. “Good morning, esposa.” He murmurs softly. “I have started the porridge.” He motions to the cauldron hanging over the fire. “I also hauled in some water for a bath.” He bites his lip. “I like to bathe after the full moon.” He doesn’t mention that sometimes it’s a necessity because of the blood if he’s eaten while in that form.

You nod in understanding, eyes trailing the expanse of his bare back as he leans over to stir the porridge in the cauldron. “That’s fine. I can give you some privacy.” You say and he nods in thanks. “So…how long have you been like this?”

Pero turns towards you. “For as long as I can remember.” He snorts. “I was attacked when I was young, I had just left to sell my sword after my mother died. Roaming through the forests to find a lord to kill for.” He gestures towards his face. “The beast did this and then I killed it.” He tells you. “Then next full moon I changed.”

You gasp at his story. Otto had been a grown man when he was bitten and transformed. You reach for Pero and caress his arm, “I will try and make my potion. I will need time to gather the ingredients but I have the recipe written down. It worked for Otto. It can work for you.” You promise, wanting to help him.

Pero frowns slightly. “What kind of potion can keep the beast at bay?” He asks. “You gave this to Otto? For when he was traveling with men?”

You nod, “it’s a mixture of several things I have to obtain from the witches. They do not want to be known so I have to be careful, take my time to get each one so no one catches on but I’ll be able to recreate it.”

He swallows harshly, imagining a time where he wouldn’t have to sneak away during the full moon. Where he didn’t have to kill to keep his secret. “You would do that for me?” He asks softly. “Why?”

You caress his shoulder, “you’re my husband and I want to help you. I saw how Otto struggled with this and I hated that I couldn’t help him until I found out how. I’m not a witch but it’s dangerous. If the villagers found out, I’d be accused.”

Pero clenches his jaw, knowing he would fight to the death to protect you. “Then you must not risk it.” He decides, shaking his head. “I have been the beast for more years than I was not, I can control what I do when I am changed.”

You shake your head, “I can handle it.” You promise, “I will be careful.” You reassure him with a soft smile, “I can help you. Let me help you, Pero.” You plead softly, looking at him with desperate eyes

He can’t deny you anything, not when you are so accepting of him as he is. Even if you do not view him as your true husband. “Sí, esposa.” He murmurs quietly, staring into your eyes. “I would never deny you anything you wish.” He admits.

You stare back at him, his dark eyes burning into yours and your stomach twists with guilt for a moment, thinking of Otto, until you remember that he wanted you to be happy. He wanted you to marry Pero. For your safety and protection, or for his…you know he was being selfless. You can’t help it. You surge forward to press your lips against Pero’s, your hands gripping the back of his neck to drag him closer.

He groans against your lips, almost pulling back until you drag him closer. Knowing that you want this, he can feel it in the way that your body presses shamelessly against his. He doesn’t know why, but he doesn’t question it, arms wrapping around you to drag you impossibly closer as his tongue pushes into your mouth.

You moan as his tongue caresses yours. He knows what he’s doing and you are no virgin. You press yourself against him, hands sliding down his chest, eager to touch more of him. His bare skin hot under your fingertips as he keeps you close until you feel his cock hardening in his breeches against your hip.

Pero pulls away, panting slightly as he looks at you. “Forgive me.” He swallows as he steps back, reminding himself that you had vowed to not sleep with him. He wants you, has wanted you, and he needs to pull away to keep this from going any farther.

You frown, wondering why he pulled back when you hope you made your intentions clear. You shake your head, “I know you married me out of obligation, of guilt, for Otto, but I - I will not forgive you as there’s nothing to forgive.” You say and turn your back so he doesn’t see the tears in your eyes at his rejection.

“Esposa…” Pero frowns in confusion. “You have told me that you would not share my bed.” He huffs. “While I am a monster, I am also a man. I cannot touch you but so much before I am pressing you for what you are not willing to give me. You are a beautiful woman and while I am a murderer, a thief and a liar, I am no rapist.”

You turn to look at him, your frown deepening. “Any man who is out in the wildness, who sells his sword, has to kill, and lie, and steal. It is part of your survival. If you did those things as a farmer…that’s a different story. You survived. Otto did the same thing and I still loved him. You cannot do anything I do not want. I want you, Pero. I want my husband in my bed.”

He is your husband, in name only. He reaches for you and drags you closer. “Do not toy with me.” He warns, “I have thought of being between your thighs too many times to be tempted and rejected.”

“I am many things but I am not a liar.” You narrow your eyes at him, “I want you. In my bed. Between my thighs. I am not an innocent woman. I know what is involved. I want you to fuck me.” You order, chin raised as you defiantly look at him.

Pero growls, his chest puffing out possessively even if he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. He takes that step closer to you and his hand reaches out to caress your cheek. “Esposa.” He rumbles out. “Remove your dress. I will tear it.”

You nod, hands steady as you reach for the ties of your dress, working each one open until the material pools at your feet. You stand there in front of him, bare and aching for his touch.

Pero watches, his dark eyes fixed on the skin you reveal. More beautiful than he deserves, he clenches his hands into fists before he reaches for you. “Hermosa.” He rasps out, hands hard with battle and survival trying to be gentle for you. He has learned more about being a good man in this month together than all his years of killing. “I am a rough man.” He admits. “Tell me what you want.”

You don’t believe that all of him is rough. You’ve seen it in the way he handles the animals, in the way he cares for your wellbeing. You’ve seen a softer side of the man who claims to be brutal. You reach for his hand, bringing it to your breast and he immediately cups the flesh. “I want you to touch me, fuck me, I want you to make me cry your name in pleasure.”

Pero squeezes your breast as he lunges forward and presses his lips to yours. Starved for physical touch and hungry for you since he had first arrived at your doorstep. He hadn’t realized how he craved you until he was given permission to have you. His cock hardens immediately in his breeches as he wraps his other arm around your waist to drag you closer as his tongue plunders your mouth.

You whimper into his mouth, tongue sliding against his, and your hands caress his chest until you’re gripping his shoulders. His touch is a little rough but you don’t mind as his hand slides down your stomach until he’s cupping your cunt. Curls brushing his fingers until he’s dragging them through your wet slit. “Oh fuck.” You pant against his lips, starved for affection and touch.

“It has been a long time since I’ve had a woman.” Pero confesses, pulling away and kissing along your throat. “I might not last long.” His fingers flick against your clit and he finds the entrance to your cunt and presses. “I want to make you scream.”

You moan at the way his fingers stretch you out, your body leaning into his as your nails dig slightly into his shoulders. “It’s okay. I don’t mind. I just want you inside me. I want to feel you.” You murmur, sliding your hand down until you’re squeezing him through his beeches.

He groans, knowing it won’t take him long to be hard again after cumming, but he continues to pump his fingers into your cunt to stretch you out. “My cot or your bed?” He demands, wanting you to be comfortable where he fucks you. You might still cling to the memory of Otto in your bed and he doesn’t want to insult that memory.

“My bed. I want you in my bed.” You declare breathlessly, moaning at the way his fingers curl inside you. You haven’t been able to feel this full with your own digits.

He pulls his fingers out and smirks at you as he slides them into his mouth to taste your juices. “Show me to your bed, esposa.” He grows. “I want to feast on you.”

You whimper at the way he tastes you and you take his free hand to guide him to your bed. He’s never been in here. Never slept in here. Respecting you and your choices when most men wouldn’t. You turn when you’re in the room, leaning in to softly kiss him when working on untying his breeches.

Pero lets you work at his breeches, watching your fingers fumble in their eagerness. He enjoys seeing you eager for him, solidifying the words you had spoken. When the laces are loose, he pushes down the thin, soft leather. Letting his cock free to bounce as he kicks his legs out of the material.

You moan at the sight of him, he’s thick and pulsing in your hand when you wrap your fingers around him, the tips of your digits not touching. His answering groan has your cunt clenching around nothing. You desperately want him inside you but you love his face as you slowly pump him. “You’re gorgeous.” You murmur, looking down at his length in your grip.

He could spill into your hand right now. “God Almighty.” He curses, gritting his teeth. “Your hand-“ it feels so different from his own and he twitches violently. “I can keep going if I spill.” He manages to grunt out, knowing he will stay hard.

You don’t care. You just want to see him fall apart. You lean in to kiss his neck, “cum for me, husband. I want to see it. Want to watch you fall apart.” You order, eager to be good to him after he protected you, provided for you.

It’s like your permission was all he needed to fall over the edge. Groaning your name, his cock erupts in your hand, cum spurting over your knuckles and onto the floor as you pump him through his release.

You work him through it, surprised that he’s still hard, and you moan when he surges forward to press his lips to yours, your hand batted from his length. You whimper when he tosses you down onto the bed, pushing your legs open before his mouth surges forward to devour your cunt.

Pero had learned that women enjoy having their cunt eaten. The barmaids and wenches he slept with would be very accommodating to him once they learned he used his mouth. Now he applies all of that knowledge to make you moan as he slides his tongue through your folds to push it inside you.

You pant, shifting up the bed towards your pillows, sitting up on your elbows to watch him and he eagerly follows you, tongue never leaving your cunt. He sucks your clit into his mouth, making you cry out his name.

Pero grabs your thighs, holding them open, pinning them to the bed as if you might escape his grasp before he’s had his fill. The sounds of pleasure are far louder and sweeter than the muffled little gasps you give when you touch yourself. Making his cock throb as he grinds it into the furs.

“Pero!” You cry, jerking your hips up towards his mouth and he keeps you pinned so you can’t. You whimper, shifting your weight onto one elbow to run your fingers through his hair. “I’m so - oh - ohhhh.” You squeal as you fall apart, thighs shaking as he pushes you over the edge with just his tongue.’

He laps at your cunt, drinking down the juices that pour out of you. Groaning and growling in pleasure as your cries soften into small pants and moans. Finally pulling away and licking his lips as he raises up to his knees. “Still want my cock, esposa?”

You nod, a little frantic as you reach for him. You fall back onto the sheets as he towers over you and you grab his neck to pull him down to your lips. “I need you. Now.” You demand before your lips meet his.

Pero lets you taste yourself from his tongue as he takes his cock in hand. Guiding himself to your hot, wet core and pushing inside of you without hesitation. Snapping his hips forward in a greedy thrust that has you squealing and his own moan of pleasure is poured into your mouth.

You greedily swallow his moan, loving how he stretches you out. “Fuck.” You curse, lifting your legs higher so he pushes even deeper into you. “More.” You order, needing more of him, needing all of him. “Please, Pero. Fuck me.”

Pero growls out your name, pulling his hips back to do exactly that. Giving you what you want and apparently what both of you need as he starts to rock into you.

You cry out, head tilting back as he gives you what you’ve asked for. “That’s it, Pero. Take - take what you want. Fuck me. Fuck. Me.” You demand, walls fluttering around his cock as he continues to stretch you out. You rock your hips up to meet his, your nails digging into his shoulders as he hits something deep inside of you.

It’s wild and unrestrained but he can’t stop. Won’t stop until you are crying out in pleasure and soaking him with your juices. The bed creaks and groans under your combined weight but you just urge him on.

You let him take you how he wants, your hips rocking up to meet his. It’s messy and desperate and definitely nothing that could be misconstrued as ‘making love.’ This is sex through and through and you squeal, on the edge of an orgasm.

Pero hisses through his teeth, eyes flashing. “Soak me, esposa.” He growls, driving into you harder. He feels that you are so close. “Do it now.”

You don’t even recognize your own voice as he thrusts deep into you, pushing hard enough to release the coil inside you. You squeal, clamping down on his cock as his name sounds foreign to your ears but it’s you making the noise.

Pero moans your name, slowly rolling his hips to rock you through the pleasure as he watches your face. You’re gorgeous, unashamed of your pleasure and clinging to him as if he were amazing

You pant, coming back to yourself, and you practically melt into the bed. You caress Pero’s back, trying to catch your breathe while he continues thrusting into you slowly. “Want you to spill inside me. Please, husband. I want it.” You plead, rocking up to push his cock deeper on each thrust.

He shouldn’t. He knows he should pull out. Why is a bit hazy when you are begging him to stay buried inside you. Pero groans as he presses his lips to yours, snapping his hips forward half a dozen times before he’s painting your walls just like you wanted him too.

You whimper at the sensation, caressing his back as he rocks into you, working his seed deeper until it starts to push out. “Yesss.” You whine, loving it, and you pant as you relax beneath him.

When he's done, Pero shifts his weight to his elbows, not wanting to crush you. Burying his face into your neck and trying to catch his breath. "Mierda." He pants out.

You hum in agreement, caressing his back as he looms over you, his hot breath on your skin with each panted breath. Your hands skate along his back, slick with sweat and strong.

When he can, Pero moves off of you, spent and completely wrung out by the orgasms. He had been pent up for a long time, his hand no comparison to the way it had felt to be buried in your body. "Fuck."

You sigh, relaxing as you shift to curl around him. You caress his chest, “I want you to stay in my bed.” You say, leaning in to kiss over his heart. “I want you to be here every night.”

Pero wraps his arm around you, feeling slightly guilty since it should be Otto in your bed. “Only if you want it.” He murmurs quietly. “I respect your wishes for your bed and your body.”

You appreciate his consideration for how you feel and you nod, knowing that this could be considered being unfaithful to your late husband but he’s gone and Pero is here. You want to live your life with him by your side. “Tomorrow I’ll start to find the ingredients for the potion.” You promise, “I will help you.”

“Just be cautious, esposa.” He warns you. “I would hate to have to kill all the men in your village because they tried to burn you.”

You nod, “I know. I’ll be careful. I just - I want to help you.” You promise and lean in to softly kiss him, “I helped Otto. I can help you.” You promise and he hums, caressing your back.

****

“The full moon is soon.” You tell Pero, “I need one more ingredient. I am waiting to get it from the witch in the tavern. You’ll - I’m sorry but you’ll need to turn on this full moon.” You sigh, annoyed with yourself for thinking he wouldn’t have to turn again.

Pero shakes his head and shoots you an amused smirk. “I have spent many years as the monster.” He reminds you. “One more night will not be a problem.” He glances towards the door. “You will stay inside while I change?” He asks. “Or are you going to come outside like before?” He can’t be upset that you had discovered his secret because it had caused you to become closer than ever.

You nod, “I will come outside. I didn’t leave Otto. I will be by your side.” You promise, walking over to him to reach up and cup his cheeks. You bring his face towards yours to press your lips to his, “I trust you with my life.” You promise, caressing his cheeks as you I’ll back to look at him.

Pero would rather you stay inside, but he doesn’t argue. He respects your wishes too much and he’s learned you are a strong willed woman. He chuckles as he thinks about his friend’s warning that he would find a woman as stubborn as he is and fall in love. He has, even though he hasn’t admitted that.

You are glad he didn’t argue as you wouldn’t have listened to him anyway. You know you have to prepare for tonight. For his change. You know he will be worried for your safety but you know he wouldn’t hurt you. “Let me finish preparing for tonight. I need to make sure we are both warm enough since the nights are now long and cold.” You smile and pat his chest until you step away from him to start getting things ready.

He snorts and shakes his head. “I will chop wood for tonight and tomorrow.” Despite knowing you will go out to him, he wants you to keep the cottage warm. He watches you for a moment, still a little guilty about how he has gotten so lucky, before he goes outside to check the animals and chop fuel for the fire.

You prepare for the full moon, bathing after you prepare food for the beast and for yourself. Pero had hunted to have animals ready for when he turns so he’s not covered in blood when he finds you. “I will be fine.” You huff, reaching for Pero as the sun sets in the sky above you. “Don’t worry.” You say as you caress his chest, his shirt off so he doesn’t rip his clothes that you had made him.

Pero leans in to press his lips to yours, having enjoyed the intimacy of the past month, always hungry for your touch. “Esposa….” He pauses for a moment, the words stuck in his throat and he squeezes your hip. “I will see you later then.” He manages after a moment.

You nod, your heart fluttering at the look in his eyes and you watch him walk away into the woods. You sigh, wanting to help him more than anything but the last ingredient has been delayed. You walk back into the house, getting the final things ready for your sleep outside. You eat and close up the cottage, settling into the blankets on the cot Pero used to sleep on. The air is chilly but you have a fire burning nearby and enough blankets to keep you warm. You wanted to stay close to Pero this time and you aren’t scared but your ears perk up with every twig the snaps and rustle of the bushes.

Even if you have seen him in this form, Pero doesn’t want you to see him change. Doesn’t want you around him, in case. There’s a moment before he is completely aware, a moment where the beast could hurt you. So he had gone into the woods. Growling now as he smells you, drawn to the intoxicating scent of your body, your heat. He can sense the fire, but it doesn’t deter him. Watching for a moment as you search the darkness surrounding the fire for him before he steps forward.

You gasp as you sense his presence, waking up with wide eyes as you look at him. “It’s you.” You declare and push the blankets away as he approaches, eyes yellow and nostrils flaring as the fire allows you to see him.

Pero growls, nothing dangerous or in warning, but answering you. He steps closer, showing you all of him again. This time the fire crackles and reveals his entire monstrous form, differing from the darkness of the barn that first time. You don’t shrink back, don’t cower from him and he likes that. Moving to your side and looking down at you.

You watch him as he moves closer, your hand coming up to caress his fury cheek. “It’s okay. I trust you.” You promise, “I love you.” You confess while he’s in this form, wanting him to know you truly don’t fear him.

His eyes glitter and he ducks his head, opening his mouth and his tongue drags up your cheek. His snout is pointed and his mouth full of razor sharp teeth but he licks you and whines slightly, wishing he could tell you how he feels about you.

You sigh, caressing his chest as he licks you. “I know, Pero. I know, my love.” You murmur, tilting your head as he licks your neck and you whimper, liking the way it feels.

He doesn’t stop, continuing to lap at your skin with the large tongue that he possesses in this form. Shifting slightly closer and crowding you on the small cot you had dragged out into the clearing for tonight.

You gasp when his teeth grip your nightgown, ripping it so his tongue can caress more of your skin. You moan, arching your back into his mouth, and you whimper. “Pero.”

His tongue slides around your breasts, lapping at the hard peaks and growling in pleasure at the way you moan for him. Crouching over your body as you spread out for him, like you have so many times before when he was in his normal body.

You pant, “yes. Oh God. I never - with Otto. We - we never did this.” You confess, sliding your fingers through his fur as he laps at you and your cunt starts to get slick enough that you know he can smell it.

He almost pulls back when you admit that. Until he smells you. The sweet, musky scent of your arousal makes his ears prick up and his growl vibrates in his chest as his tongue moves lower. He’s never done this before either, but he will with you.

Your chest heaves as he licks lower until his shoulders are pushing your legs far apart. You have to lift them onto his fur covered shoulders. You squeal as his hot tongue slides between your folds, shocking you.

He’s ravenous at the first swipe of his tongue. The taste of you is instantly addictive and while he’s careful to keep his teeth away from your delicate skin, the large, rough tongue of his is dragging up and down your soaked slit.

You cry out, hips rocking into his tongue and the sensation is so foreign. Unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. His tongue is hot and wet as he laps at you, flicking your clit with each swipe in a way that has you writhing.

Pero growls into your flesh and starts to lick faster. The wet gulp of his tongue as he laps at you is loud and echoing in the woods but there is no one nearby. He would sense them, smell them. All he can smell is how you are about to cum.

Your cry echoes through the woods, birds flying from the trees as his name resonates back to you. His growl follows moments later and you pant, thighs shaking as your pleasure vibrates through you.

Pero slowly laps at your juices before he pulls away, watching you through yellow eyes as you catch your breath and lay there limply on the cot.

You run your fingers through his fur, eyes closed as you try to catch your breath and you wish you could hear his voice. Know what he’s thinking. You sigh and that’s when you feel his hard length against your calf. It’s huge compared to his impressive human length and your eyes open, “do you want to fuck me?” You ask breathlessly, feeling him grind against you.

He whines, but it sounds more like a growl. He would love nothing more than to fuck you. His animal needs are amplified while he’s changed and he rocks his monstrous hips forward slightly.

You chuckle, taking that as a yes, and you want him. You know this is unusual, you never did this with Otto, but you want to be connected to him. You rock your hips up, letting him know what you want. “I want you inside of me. Please, Pero. Fuck me.”

Growling, Pero pulls back, reaching for you and flipping you over and dragging your hips up. Exposing your ass to the cool night air as he covers your body with his own. Mounting you.

You squeal at the move. It’s so fast it takes your breath away. His cock pressing between your ass cheeks and you grind back against him. Your fists clenched as you kneel on all fours for him. “Please. Take me. Fuck me.” You plead, needing him to stretch you out and take what is his.

It’s not as easy to line up with your cunt as a monster that is so much larger than you are. He pokes his cock against your ass then your thigh, seeking out the wetness of your dripping hole as he rocks against you. Until he feels it catch and he growls as he starts to push inside you, barely keeping from just burying his cock in your body with a snap of his hips.

He’s so big. It’s hard to relax around him with how he stretches you out but you inhale deeply as he slowly sinks into you. “Oh fuck.” You choke, “you’re - it’s huge.”

Pero growls and his cock finally bottoms out inside your tight cunt. Making him throw his head back and howl loudly at the full moon as you squirm under him.

You try to catch your breath, watching him bare his teeth in the moonlight and you grip the cot tightly. “Pe-Pero.” You choke, “move.” You whimper, thighs clenching around him.

He looks down at you, the face of a monster completely feral as he starts to move. Growling and snorting as he pulls his hips back and snaps them forward harshly.

You cry out, unable to do anything but lay beneath him as he fills you over and over again. “Fuck. You’re - you’re splitting me open.” You gasp, but it’s not in pain. Your body stretches to accommodate him and you reach back to grip his fur, pulling on it as he rocks into you.

Pero growls in agreement, feeling your body yielding to the harsh thrust of his cock. Feeling how wet you get every time he plunges deep. You like it, he can tell from the way you pull on his hair. Drawing him closer instead of pushing him away. Under the moonlight he fucks you, ravages you like the beast he is, feeling your walls tremble around him as he ruts into your body.

You are lost to the sensations, unable to rock back since his body is pressing into you and you are making a noise you’ve never made before. You cry out as he pushes you higher and higher until you fall apart beneath him. Your scream echoing in the woods, the moon high above you.

The wetness helps him fuck you harder and faster. His claws dig into the ground on either side of the cot as he hammers into you. Cock swelling and he’s burying himself deep as he throws his head back and howls at the moon again, painting your walls as he does.

You moan, savoring the feel of him filling you up, painting your walls with his thick seed as he stretches you beyond anything you’ve ever felt. “Pero.” You whimper, caressing his fur as he looms above you.

He looks down at you, unable to even imagine having this with anyone else and he can’t. You accept him as he is. You just let him fuck you as the beast. He licks your cheek after lowering his head and he slowly pulls his hips back.

You feel him move off of you, letting the cold air hit you until you cover yourself with the blankets. You are lost in the fact that you’ve just fucked the beast who lives inside the man you love. You sigh, stretching as he whimpers and rests his head on your stomach. “I’m so tired.” You whisper, closing your eyes.

Pero pushed closer, letting the warmth from his body keep you warmer than any fire he could build. Waiting until you are asleep before he lifts you and carries you into the cottage so you can be safe inside. He doesn’t leave, can’t leave you. Watching you sleep until the moon fades and he changes back into a man.

You blink, the sunlight coming into the cottage and you inhale deeply as you remember last night. You hear Pero before you see him. He’s snoring and you lean over to look at him. He’s on the floor and he is human again. You gasp and shake his shoulder, “Pero.”

He bolts upright, instantly on guard for any threat even though he is weaponless and completely naked. He had fallen asleep before he changed by and when he sees there is no one here but you, he relaxes. “It is morning.” He observes.

You nod, patting the bed to gesture for him to join you which he does. “I need to bathe.” He protests despite kneeling on the bed. “As do I. I am sticky between my thighs. Did you - was that enjoyable to you or no?” You ask softly, worried that he regrets bedding you while in his other form.

Pero reaches out and cups your cheek, “esposa, it was the most incredible thing I’ve ever done.” He growls out. “You trusted me, wanted me, as the beast.” He leans forward and presses his lips to yours eagerly.

You moan into his kiss, tangling your fingers in his now shorter hair. Your tongue sliding into his mouth with a whimper as he pushes you back into the mattress to hover over you. “I will always be by your side.” You promise, “always.”

Pero looks into your eyes, seeing the truth of it in your eyes. “You said something, last night, while I was the beast.” He smiles slightly as he caresses your cheek. “Te amo, mi esposa.” He murmurs softly. “I love you.”

You inhale sharply, unaware that he felt the same way. You surge forward to press your lips to his, caressing his cheeks as your heart pounds in your chest. “Te amo.” You repeat in his mother tongue, knowing that even if you cannot cure him with your potion, you’ll accept all of him.

Pero sighs softly and closes his eyes, unable to believe his luck. He has a home, a wife who accepts him, and now - loves him. He smiles and pulls back. “Come, I want you to soak in the hot water.” He murmurs. “You must be sore from taking me last night in my other form.

You nod, noticing how sore you feel when you shift and you know you wouldn’t change a thing.

****

You frown, staring out the kitchen window as you try to remember the last time you bled. You aren’t sure and you are trying to remember. When you realize how long ago it was, your eyes widen and you look down at your stomach. You bite your lip and wonder how far along you are.

Pero curses as he blows through the door again, the stack of wood outside replenished and he is lucky that he runs so hot otherwise he would be freezing. “The animals are watered and fed.” He grunts as he bars the door and hangs the heavy skin over it to keep from letting cold air in. “They should be good for a few days and the wood is ready to burn.” He turns to find you staring down at your stomach and he is immediately worried something is wrong. “Amor?”

You didn’t even hear Pero walk in and you sigh, looking up at him. “I- I think - I don’t remember the last time I bled and I think- Oh I think I’m with child.” You choke, worried about his reaction

Pero’s eyes widen as he looks from your uncertain face down to your stomach. “What- are you certain?” You shake your head and Pero swallows harshly. “Do you- what do the witches say about a creature breeding a human?” He asks. “Have they heard of such a thing?” He would not have you in danger by carrying a monster that could kill you,

You nod, nervous about it but you know you want his child regardless of what it could be. “They - they said some have carried a child. I asked them when Otto and I - well, we were never blessed. I never worried but this - this is our child and I don’t care if they are like you or not. I want it.”

“Amor….” Pero steps closer and cups your cheeks. “Is it safe?” He asks, knowing childbirth is anything but, but he also doesn’t want to lose you needlessly.

“As safe as any.” You say and you grip his shoulders, looking into his dark eyes. “I can take the potion. I am meeting the witch tonight. I can take it too. Maybe our child will be spared from the curse.” You say, leaning in to press your forehead against his chin.

He can tell you want this child, he can see how you yearn for it. He wraps his arms around you. “Then we will talk to the witch, see what she knows.” He murmurs softly. “A child.” He chuckles dryly. “I never imagined having a babe, esposa. I do not know how to care for one.” He admits. “But you will show me, no?”

“We will learn together, my love.” You promise, “and I will love you no matter what. No matter who you are and who our child is.” You vow, “I’m your wife.” You promise, softly kissing him again and you know that you’ll be fine. No matter what happens. You know that you’ll be together until the day you die. What you imagined with Otto, but he is gone and he gave you a second chance with Pero. Something you’ll always love him for.

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