[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]
Hubert came into the library after Talia opened the door to give him entry. She passed by him with a quilt and a bucket with a towel.
Everything reeked of male bodily fluids.
Hubert's face was stony and impassive. The lock on the door didn't stop him from entry. He had the keys to all the rooms in the house. It was simply a matter of courtesy.
What a man and a woman did behind locked doors was something he did not want to intrude upon, especially when the Duke had been so desperately alone for so very long.
"Another fruitless search, Your Royal Highness?" Hubert placed the various clothing items out for the Duke.
Cedric nodded. "All the rumors turned out to be bait to pull me out. They were ready with their silver bullets when I arrived."
"Our men—"
"All died trying to protect me, Hubert." The Duke sighed. "I couldn't save a single one of them."
"All six…"
"Six? No. There were only two." Cedric interrupted.
Hubert narrowed his eyes, but the Duke was already onto something else.
"Hubert. What happened with Evelyn?" The Duke launched in without preamble.
"Your Royal Highness, she came by helicopter around noon yesterday."
"Go on," the Duke prompted.
"She and our Talia got into a…tiff."
"A tiff?" Cedric raised his eyebrow. "What kind of a tiff that would send Evelyn running with her tail between her legs?"
Hubert cleared his throat.
"Ahem. Our Talia is quite a fierce mother tiger. Devin was scared of the Countess so Talia—"
"Hahahaha!!!" Duke Blaxtone laughed out loud.
His loud laughter startled Hubert. Was this the surly silent Duke who rarely talked and rarely smiled? What had come over him all of a sudden?
"Talia threw her out of the house?"
Hubert shook his head. "Oh it was worse than that."
The Duke gave him a questioning gaze.
"Talia sent Evelyn to the emergency room!"
"Hahahahahaha!!!" Cedric laughed again. He couldn't help it. She was so capable it made his heart burst with pride.
"I'm sure there was a very good reason for her to lash out at Evelyn."
"Yes, Sir. Your fiancée tried to strike her."
"What?" Cedric turned back to the Butler with his sharp wolf eyes. "She did what?"
"Well, Sir. Talia was holding Devin and the Countess—"
"Wait. Evelyn raised a hand at Talia while she was holding onto Devin?" The Duke bared his wolf fangs.
"Grrrrr. I hope you stopped her."
"I did, Sir."
"So how did Talia send Evelyn to the ER?"
Hubert cleared his throat.
"Errrmmm. Well, it all started when Devin was singing that 'Raining Men' song." He glanced at the Duke who nodded. "Devin was…very loud."
"He can sing as loudly as he wants to. Heavens know that boy has had so little joy in his pitiful young life." The Duke shook his head.
"Yes, Sir. Talia was also singing along with him."
"Yes. Talia has a beautiful singing voice. And?"
Hubert pretended intense interest in the carpet pattern.
"The Countess burst into Talia's room and tried to stop Lord Devin from singing and—"
"SHE WHAT???" The Duke roared. He was now truly pissed.
Hubert held up a hand.
"Sir. It's fine. Talia threw a—a…"
"A what?" The Duke's face grew dark with rage.
"Sir, she threw a mobile phone in the Countess' face and broke her nose." Hubert choked out.
"So Evelyn went to the ER from a broken nose?" Cedric's eyes bulged.
"No Sir. The Countess charged at her and Talia—she roundhouse kicked the Countess in the stomach and sent her flying. The Countess hit the wall and fractured a back rib."
"Oh my Lord!!!" Cedric sank his head into his paws. His wolven body shook and trembled.
Hubert grimaced, stealing nervous glances at the Duke. He looked as if he was in distress…
The Duke of Faria lifted his head.
"Hahahahahaha!!!"
The Duke of Faria was laughing with such intensity that tears were streaming down his face.
Hubert sighed with relief. He didn't care if the Duke thought it was funny that a woman had been sent to the ER from his very home. He was just glad that the Duke was not furious about the whole situation.
Laughter was good. It was better for healing the deep wounds too, both physical and emotional.
"Hubert. I need to shower." The Duke proclaimed after he had recovered a bit from his laughing fit. "Bring my clothes to the library bathroom. I'll dress there."
"Yes Sir." Hubert left to take care of the details as the werewolf Duke pulled off the blanket and stood up.
With a grimace, he slowly and with some pain, morphed back into his human form.
His long ash blond hair was the only thing that remained constant. The rest of his body reverted back to his athletic male physique.
Perfect. Flawless. Intensely savagely male.
What he told Talia was not wrong. The surface wounds were easy to heal. The deeper wounds which tore through layers of muscle and grazed all sorts of organs took longer to heal.
He could have used a few more hours of healing in beast mode, but with the way things were shaping up, Cedric needed to take care of the most pressing issues before they affected Talia and Devin again.
Wearing nothing, the Duke took off for the bathroom to take his hot shower.
As the steam from the hot water surrounded him, Cedric felt the heat take away some of the aches and pains that his transmutation had placed on his body.
No matter how many times he morphed, the aches and pain of changes were always there. He got used to them over the centuries, but they never got any easier to endure.
He looked down at his engorged manhood still standing stiff and swollen. It was aching, but it was a very different kind of ache from his muscles.
He knew it was due to the excessive amount of male androgen hormones that flooded his body to drive the aggression and powerful strength his beast body needed.
But the hard-on usually never stayed for more than a few minutes.
For Cedric, nothing killed desire more effectively than muscle aches and pains. The pain of transmogrification completely took his mind away from the very brief rise in his sex organ.
At this point, it wasn't the left-over androgens that were making him ache with desire. It was the memory of Talia's healing hand that was making him stiff with longing.
He wanted her so badly he could barely stand it.
Unfortunately, her little 'hand job' didn't do much to quell his intense desire. She merely took the edge off the ache in his loins.
Cedric sighed, squeezed some soap into his hand and gently grasped his male member with one hand. Slowly, he began to stroke himself.
Instantly, the image of Talia, touching his manhood flared up in his mind from that morning.
He could still remember the softness of her small hand on his cock and the smell of his juices as they mingled with the unique scent of her skin.
He continued stroking as he imagined that it was her hand touching him, stroking him, making him quiver with delightful sensations.
He touched the large tip of his member and gently caressed it.
It was her mouth that was suckling on the hood of his shaft.
It was her tongue that was gliding on the base of his manhood and drawing delicious circles around the knobby head.
His vivid imagination of thrusting himself inside her mouth and throat, was so real, his arousal reached the orgasmic threshold in a matter of minutes.
As the sweet sensations began rolling through his body, Cedric threw his head back and allowed the pleasure to ride over him.
"Haaaaahhh!!! Talia…" he gasped as he erupted.
Thick white fluids shot from his single love slit and sprayed the shower wall in spurting jets.
Within seconds, the water had carried away any traces of his intense desire for Talia.
Cedric closed his eyes and tried to recover from the intensity of the experience. When his body was no longer aching from want and need, he began his shower in earnest.
Half-way through his shower, as Cedric was washing the soap from his long ash blond hair, his shaft had once again swollen back to its original size.
The ache was not as intense or as sharp as before, but there was no way he could leave the bathroom without once again making mental love to Talia and releasing his aching loins of its pent up lust.