The Monster In His Pants

"I-I want to help you out, young master." Isabelle stammered, her voice barely above a whisper as she continued to stare at the bulge in his pants. "But I don't know what to do...Y-You said something about using my mouth?"

"Yes, Isabelle, I want you to use your juicy, plump lips." Cassius said as he played with her lips, his fingers tracing the shape of her mouth, occasionally dipping inside to touch her tongue. "Not to kiss me, which I would say would give me the utmost joy as well, but to suck my cock as you wrap your lips around my shaft until it settles down." He continued saying as he pulled his fingers away, only to bring them back to her lips, his thumb pressing against her top lip while his index finger teased her bottom lip.

Blushing furiously at his explicit words, she spoke in a soft tone, "I-I'll do it...I'll s-suck it like you say, young master, if that's the only way it can settle down." Her voice trembled slightly. "B-But the problem is that it looks so big, and I don't know if I can fit it in my mouth." Isabelle said as she stared at the behemoth that was trying to escape from the cage it was in.

Her mind raced as she stared at the enormous member, trying to imagine taking it into her mouth. 'Young master can't be serious...There's no way something that big can fit in my mouth. It's huge!' She thought to herself, panic starting to set in.

"Isabelle, stop coming to your own conclusions and scaring yourself to death when you haven't even seen it with your own eyes." Cassius said as he stared at Isabelle, who was flexing her jaw with a terrified look on her face, mentally imagining taking his dick in a cute manner. He then sighed and continued saying, "First take my cock out and have a look at it yourself before you say anything about it...Once you get to see it, you won't think it's too bad."

Even though Cassius said that he knew that Isabelle was scared stiff right now because of her inexperience. Even the way she looked at his crotch like there was a monster ready to jump out on her was enough to tell her that she would probably faint if he were to take out his dick right now, which even he had to admit was rather intimidating to look at because of how abnormally large it was.

That was why he decided to allow Isabelle to get used to his dick first by taking her dainty hand, while she was in a daze, and placing it right on top of his tent.

"Ah!~"

Isabelle's hands trembled when she noticed Cassius had placed them on his bulging crotch, and she let out a cute little yelp when she felt the hard sensation in her hands. She thought of immediately taking her hands away when she felt the unfamiliar object in her hand, treating it like some kind of bug because of how scared she was.

But when she saw her young master look down at her with a solemn and knowing gaze like he were giving her a test, she knew that he was aware of how confused she was at this moment and was giving this opportunity to familiarise herself with the opponent that she was going to meet.

This deeply touched her as she knew that her young master could've just forced her to do what he wanted her to do without caring about what she thought at all. But he went out of his way to consider what she was feeling and was trying to help her out when she was the one who had caused this mess.

This warmed her heart at how benevolent and kind her young master was to her. She also decided that she didn't want to waste his grace and finally gathered the courage to check out her young master's package.

Touch~ Touch~

Her small hands began to slowly explore the shape beneath the fabric of his pants, fingers tracing along the length of him. She could feel it pulsating slightly, and her breath caught in her throat at the thought of what it must be doing.

Her small hands reached the tip, and she could feel the blunt head through the fabric, the way it sat heavy and full. She curled her fingers around it, marvelling at the size and the way it throbbed under her touch...'There's a bump here.'

Touch~ Touch~

Her fingers lingered at the tip, gently rubbing it through the fabric, feeling how sensitive it was. A small gasp escaped her lips as she realised how this small gesture seemed to make his whole body tense. "Oh...It's so sensitive here." She whispered, continuing her gentle exploration.

Her hands slowly moved down from the tip, tracing the thick vein that ran along his shaft. The feel of his hardened length beneath her fingers made her heart race—she could barely imagine what it would feel like without the fabric barrier. 'It's...so long...I wonder if...'

She tried to press her hands further down his length, to feel the base, but it was trapped beneath his waistband, and she couldn't reach. The fabric of his pants seemed to swallow up the bottom part of his shaft, leaving only the thick upper portion for her to explore.

A small pout formed on her lips as she realised she couldn't touch all of him properly through the fabric. Her palms pressed firmly against the part of him she could reach, feeling the considerable weight and length that was hidden. She bit her lip in frustration, longingly whispering.

Of course that look of longing on her face couldn't escape Cassius, who was enjoying the massage he was getting as she looked down and said to her with his lips curled up,

"Oh, Isabelle. It seems like you're finally ready to see the full package...Since you seem like you can't wait anymore, just unbutton my pants and take my cock out yourself."

Blushing deeply, she nodded slowly, her small hands reaching for the button of his pants. As she tried to undo it, she found it quite resistant, the fabric stretched taut over the massive bulge.

Shuffle~ Shuffe~

Her fingers fumbled with the button, pulling and tugging, but it seemed glued shut beneath the enormous pressure. She could see the outline of his massive length straining against the fabric, making it impossibly hard to unfasten.

Slip~

With a grunt of effort, she finally managed to pry the button open, but in her haste, she yanked the zipper too hard. The whole fly flew open, and his pants and underwear both swung wide open, revealing his thick, veiny cock springing free.

Whoosh~

Her eyes widened dramatically at the sudden revelation, her breath catching in her throat. Her mouth formed a small 'O' shape as she staring in sheer amazement at his immense size.

She couldn't even finish her sentence, her mind reeling from the sight before her. His cock was easily the size of her forearm, thick and long, with prominent veins running along its length. The head was bulbous and engorged, a thick droplet of precum glistening at the tip.

Her face flushed an even deeper shade of red as she took in every inch of his massive member. She reached out a trembling hand, as if to touch it, but pulled back at the last second, intimidated by its size.

Her hand hovered in mid-air, unsure of where to even start. "How...How is this even possible?" She whispered, her voice barely audible.

She looked up at Cassius, wide-eyed, suddenly realising that she was about to face something much bigger than she had ever imagined.

Her breath catching in her throat as she stared at it, her whole body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement, "I... I've never seen anything so..." She swallowed hard, her fingers finally moving forward, just barely brushing against the base of your shaft. "So enormous...So wild...S-So raw."

Despite her shyness and intimidation, her curiosity got the better of her as she slowly wrapped her hand around his manhood. She was mortified that she was touching her young master's privates, but her curiosity about the size and feel of his dick was undeniable.

Cassius looks down at her with a smirk, his voice low and playful "Well, Bella? How does it feel? As big as you imagined?" His eyes sparkle with amusement as he watches her struggle to find the right words, her small hand wrapped around his thick shaft.

Her hand moved slowly up and down your shaft, barely able to fit her fingers around it. Her voice was soft and barely above a whisper, "It's...m-much bigger than I imagined. When I first saw it, I thought..." She blushed harder."...I thought that I was dreaming for a second."

Cassius chuckled, his voice deep and rumbling. "There's no mistake, my dear maid. This is just me, in all my raw, unadulterated glory." He watched as her small hand struggled to wrap around his massive length, his smirk growing wider.

Her hand slowly stroked his massive shaft, her mind racing with questions. "Are all men this big?Or are you just...abnormally large, young master?"

Her innocent curiosity was adorable, her wide eyes staring at his massive member with a mix of shock and awe, while Edmund's fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles turning white as he tried—and failed—to keep his composure.

Every word she uttered stabbed at his pride like a cruel dagger, her innocent curiosity feeding the gnawing insecurities lurking in the back of his mind.

His fiancée's voice, soft and awed, echoed in his mind: 'Are you just…abnormally large, young master?' The way she said it, almost reverent, sent a chill through him—not of jealousy alone, but of a bitter realisation.

'That bastard Cassius wouldn't even need his power to steal her from me….

The thought festered, dark and insidious. No amount of titles or wealth could change what now seemed painfully clear to him.

His mind conjured images he didn't want—Cassius standing there, exuding effortless dominance, while his fiancée's small hand struggled to handle the sheer size of him, her blush deepening with every passing second.

Edmund felt a sick twist of inadequacy. It wasn't just power Cassius had over him—it was everything.

His breath came faster, harsher, as frustration and helplessness warred within him. How could he compare to that? How could he hope to satisfy her, to keep her loyal, when she was so clearly captivated by Cassius's sheer presence? The very thought made his stomach churn.

Edmund's eyes burnt with rage, his heart pounding so loud he was certain they'd hear it at any moment. Yet even in his fury, he couldn't bring himself to burst out. Instead, he stewed in silence, every passing second adding fuel to the fire of his envy, frustration, and bitter self-doubt...