Depravity, A Beauty and the Beast Novel(47)

“If releasing the pent energies does not remove a man’s anger, we look at his body as a whole. Tension, which can cause anger, can be carried in many places throughout the body,” Ila began her explanation, running her hand lightly over Gen’s back and down his leg to the sole of his foot. She then ran her hand the opposite direction on the opposite side.

She explained the placement of certain muscles and what kind of touch to use to soothe the tension from them. When she’d covered the back of him, including the muscles of his butt, she asked him to flip over. She was careful to keep his face covered.

Immediately, my eyes drifted to his penis, and I thought of the poor wood nymph’s wilted root. Gen’s penis lay relaxed against the tangle of hair surrounding it. Under it hung a large sac with two obvious lumps. Ila chuckled at my long stare and gave me the names of each. I knew the term penis, thanks to one of my father’s medicinal books, but ballsack was new and sounded odd.

Aryana took over the instruction of the front, starting with the arms and legs, then going to the chest. Their explanation of the tissue beneath the surface fascinated me, and I wondered if Father would be as interested.

“The soft area of the stomach, below the ribs and above the hips, should not be touched using any of the techniques we’ve shown you so far,” Aryana said, trailing her fingers lightly over the skin.

I noticed Gen’s penis twitch again as it had occasionally since he’d turned to his stomach.

“A man’s rod will often respond with the use of any of these techniques; and that is what you must watch for because, instead of relaxing him, you may be causing an increase in pent energies.”

She slid her hand over his stomach again in a firmer touch and trailed over the crease of his thigh. His penis jumped significantly. She trailed her hand lightly over his ballsack, and I watched in fascination as his penis stood upright.

“If it gets to this point, you can be assured, you are in trouble and should leave quickly before he becomes of a mind to have you release his pent energies for him.”

She grasped Gen’s penis firmly, and I watched the head of it turn red. Ila took a small vial from a nearby shelf and drizzled oil over the tip, which Aryana smoothed down its length. Then, she proceeded to stroke it in a smooth, slow rhythm. I couldn’t look away.

Gen began to twitch slightly on the sofa, his hips thrusting forward to meet her downward slide. The room grew warm for me. The sac, which had been loose before, began to tighten and shrink. Aryana stopped, abruptly releasing his penis and stepping back. Ila used a gentle arm to nudge me back as well and motioned me to remain silent.

“Aryana,” Gen rasped from under the sheet, his hips bucking forward. When she didn’t answer, he bolted upright, whipping off the sheet from his face. He angrily glared at Aryana and Ila.

“I did not agree to this,” he ground out, his face flushed.

Aryana held up both hands.

“A few moments more of your patience, Gen, might save our dear Benella from terrible mistakes,” she said softly.

His eyes narrowed, but he nodded and lay back down, curling his own hand around his penis. He didn’t stroke it as Aryana had. He held it as one would a bruised appendage.

“If a man’s energies are pent and not released, he will become volatile, unpredictable. Tension will creep into his body and often stay there even after the energies are eventually released. If you touch a man, no matter how innocent the touch, watch for the signs,” Aryana warned. “Be sure your touch is only releasing tension and not building pent energies.”

Fascinated, I nodded my understanding. It did sound a bit like the beast. Even after his encounter with the wood nymph and he’d released his energies, he had still kept his tension. The sisters were right about the dangers. I would never attempt anything like what I’d just learned on the beast. I feared his response.

“Come,” Ila whispered, taking my hand. “Some mysteries we will leave you to discover on your own.”

She led me from the room as Aryana gently removed Gen’s hand and replaced it with her own. Before we reached the end of the hall, I heard his loud groan.



The dark, rolling mist waited beyond the groaning gate of the estate. I calmly stepped into the shadows and walked forward until the gate closed behind me.

“What would you have me clean today?” I asked softly.

“The servant’s quarters in the kitchen in exchange for as many berries as you can carry,” he said in his typical aggravated tone.

“Lead the way.”

In the kitchen, he left me to work, darkening the room occasionally to watch me after I’d changed from my dress.