by Lora Darc
The beast’s expression quickly turned more feral, more savage. He brought her down to lay back against the table then spread open her legs and placed himself between them. He looked down on her as he hovered over her and bared his fangs, releasing a low hissing growl.
Before Belle could react, the beast grasped the sides of her thighs, spreading her even more, and brought his mouth down onto her hot, still slick, core, the tip of his tongue swirling and flicking against her sensitive clit.
Belle cried out and writhed under him until his large mouth was fully over her and his thick, muscular tongue was grazing and licking all along her swollen core, along her slit, teasing and flicking and suckling. He went slow and deep at first and the heat grew all over again, lapping her insides, the throbbing ache returning.
Belle inhaled sharply and arched her back as his pace quickened and he ate her with a savage need, wanting to taste every bit of her.
She came quickly, her body shaking, tears pricking her eyes at the astounding pleasure rippling through her. But even as she came the beast didn’t release himself from her, he kept her legs pinned apart and sucked and licked her wet heat away as it poured from her while her body shattered against his mouth. She mewled loudly and bucked, growling mindless. The only thought she could gather in her mind was that she was desperate to have him fill her. His touch, whether by hand or my mouth, was astounding, but never before did she so badly want to feel him on top of her, slipping his cock inside her, hot and pulsing, and to feel his seed fill her.
“Take me... take me, please!” she begged, even as her climax still burned in her body.
The beast finally released her only to quickly pick her up and, with a great snarl, carry her out of the dining room and out into the dark hallway beyond. Belle could see nothing as he rushed up the stairs and down another hallway until he came to the end at a set of double doors. He shoved the doors open, bringing them into a large bedroom with a wide-open window where the moon shone down on a giant bed.
The beast approached the bed and set Belle down next to it. He turned her around to face him and took hold of the rest of her dress and tore it off her body. With a low growl, he led Belle down onto the bed then began to remove his clothes. Belle watched as threw off his jacket and tore away his shirt to reveal a wide, hulking, fur-coated chest, then slipped out of his breeches where his cock sprung free, hard and thick and large enough to make Belle flush deep, wondering how much it might hurt. His body was that of a strange mix of both beast and man, standing on two legs but bent and arched. He stood tall, massive before her, his sharp teeth shining in the moonlight, his eyes glowing like twin fires in the dark.
The beast stepped over to the bed and took hold of Belle’s rear, forcing her on her knees with her bottom toward him. He climbed onto the bed behind her, grabbing hold of her to gently move her up farther on the bed. From the corner of her eye, Belle saw the beast roll over and move his head underneath her till it was just below her center. He took hold of her rear, nails digging into her flesh, and brought her down onto his mouth once more.
Belle almost protested, fearing it would be too much, wanting to feel him penetrate her instead but, as his slipped around her and he sucked and licked slowly and gently, Belle began to ache again, surprised that her body still filled with fire as he ate her below as if drinking from her.
Belle let out a long, sighing moan and rolled her hips a little to meet him. When the ache became agonizing once more, the beast lowered his head and traced his tongue along her slit, down her center and even into her rear. Belle gasped and shivered. The beast drew his head out from under her and Belle felt him take hold of her bottom again only this time to spread her open. There was a short pause and Belle thought she heard the beast’s breath quicken. He lowered his head and Belle felt his hot tongue curl and strike at the center of her rear, licking and sliding against her and Belle blushed furiously but could not deny the amazing yet odd sensation even if she was in disbelief that he would think to lick her there.
But it seemed the beast enjoyed it greatly for he growled and moaned. With tight hands gripping her still, he eventually released himself and she felt him rise and kneel behind, ready to mount her. He grabbed ahold of her hips and brought her back toward him and Belle felt the head of his cock rub against her center. She quivered slightly but felt ready and so spread open her legs more to receive him. The beast growled in approval. He pushed against her and Belle felt his thick cock slide into her entrance. There was a brief sharp pain and Belle winced. The beast seemed to notice and he paused.
“My beauty,” he said softly, his hand caressing her back. “You are mine.” He said lovingly, when only a few moments ago he branded her as a thief. But Belle was content to know he may no longer be angry with her. It seemed in giving herself to him she had washed away his wrath and now he only wanted her.
He paused a second longer and then Belle felt him slide further inside her, filling her until his balls touched against her core. He tensed, patches of his fur standing upright, and stilled for a moment taking in the feel of her hot, wet center clenching gently around him. He shifted and groaned, his weight coming on top of her, one arm slipping around her waist to pin her against him. His hips moved, rolling back and forward and Belle felt his cock slide in and out of her effortlessly. He thrust against her, moving at a slow pace until Belle was stretched enough, moaning as the heat licked at her once again, now at her very center.
The beast’s pace quickened until he beat harder into her and Belle’s soft moans turned into little cries. The beast growled and grunted by her ear and Belle could feel his breath against her neck, his claws digging into her skin, his hot body pressed against hers, lowering and rising. The bed shook and slammed against the wall and Belle’s body went lower, sinking further into the bed as the beast crushed her and pounded her into the mattress. His groans and grunts sounded so much more bestial than before that, if she could turn her head to look at him, Belle wondered if the man part of him would be gone completely.
Belle was stunned to feel the heat building in her, to realize she was going to come beneath him again, that she was going to come to this beast who was practically an animal. Her face twisted again in agonized pleasure, desperate for release, Belle shook her head, not because she didn’t want him, but because she was in such disbelief in that moment, at the beast beating into her, ready to fill her with his hot need. The thought brought her again to the edge and she knew she was ready to burst.
Her thoughts scattered and Belle turned mindless again, pleading like some prey animal being ravaged by a savage predator. Words burst from her mouth that she never thought she would use, begging the beast to come inside her, to fill her so that she could find her release.
The beast plunged fully into her and deepened his strokes and Belle’s body shattered beneath him, her center tightening so fast and so hard around him the beast hissed with undeniable pleasure. She screamed as he said she would and the beast didn’t stop or slow even as her screams filled the room, filled the halls. He let out a low roar and Belle felt him thrash into her one last time before his cock throbbed violently in her and Belle felt his hot seed spill into her.
She let out a little whimpering moan, her body shaking as his shuddered on top of her.
The beast came and came again, his hand pressing on her back, keeping her in place. When he had finally finished, he let out a heavy breath and slowly released himself from her, his seed spilling out to trickle down her center and legs.
When he finally got off her, his arms no longer holding or pinning her, Belle’s body could take no more and, feeling close to losing consciousness, she crumbled under him and lay limp on the bed.
***
Belle lay in the beast’s arms for a long time. There he held her, rocking her gently. After she had gone limp he and brought her against him, cleaning her gently with one of the sheets, then just held her, watching her, caressing her hair every so often. Belle rested for a while and, when she felt her ener
gy return, she looked up at him and smiled.
“You have pleased me well, my Belle,” the beast said, then his eyes looked around sadly, “but now I am afraid to let you go.”
Belle stared up at him. Slowly she brought her hand up to cup his jaw, bring him down to look back at her. “Then don’t,” she said softly.
The beast stared with wonder then he smiled. He brought up one hand and clenched it into a fist. When he opened it back up, a single Nightbloom rose lay in the palm of his hand.
Belle stared at it, her brows furrowing as he brought it down and placed it in her hands.
“Give it to your father. As a gift,” the beast said. He kissed her forehead. “Then come back to me.”
Belle looked back at him, stunned. Then she too smiled. “I will. I swear it.”
Belle did take the rose to her father, but she did not ask to be his apprentice. The beast had gifts of his own and he promised to teach her. She returned to him only after a day and never again needed to steal a rose.
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The Nightlands series:
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Shivers series:
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About the Author
Lora Darc is a sweet, innocent looking woman on the surface, but deep down she craves the darker side, where nightmares and dreams collide. Where fairytales become twisted. Where the beast doesn't turn back into a handsome prince, and Beauty doesn’t mind.
When Lora isn't watching movies or reading books in her favorite genres (fantasy and horror of course) she writes horror and fantasy erotica and dark romance.
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