Beauty and the Beast (Futanari Erotica Fairy Tales Book 10)

by Julie Law

  Beauty and the Beast

  Futanari Erotica Fairy Tales, Volume 10

  By

  Julie Law

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  BEAUTY AND THE BEAST

  Web Edition

  Copyright ©2015 Julie Law

  All Rights Reserved

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  “Move it!”

  Mara ignored the little voice inside her head that said she should turn around and slap the guard escorting her when he copped a feel of her ass – she couldn’t risk upsetting her jailors. She didn’t want to wake up in the middle of the night with them standing over her intent on revenge.

  So she didn’t react and moved faster.

  Doubts about her destination aroused once again.

  She had never been detained before, but she was pretty sure it was unusual for a captive to be brought directly to the magistrate; at least for common criminals. Part of her dreaded they knew who she was and would force her to return to her home country.

  Another part feared someone spoke of her beauty, and what waited her ahead was a danger of another kind.

  Sometimes she truly hated her appearance. Her beauty had brought her more problems than anything else. When she was little her father’s servants sang of how her hair was spun like gold, and her skin was white as snow. Red, fleshy lips and blue eyes, they would say, makes you the most beautiful in the land.

  Mara ignored the pang in her heart at the remembrance of them.

  The blonde bit her lower lip and cursed her hastiness. She should have waited longer, made sure everyone had gone to sleep – she hadn’t. Because of that she was caught by the noble she was trying to rob, and brought to the city’s dungeon.

  It didn’t take long for her to reach her destination. Fortunately the guard didn’t try anything else. He bade her to stop beside the door, while he knocked and talked to whoever was inside.

  A few moments later he exited and ordered her in.

  Mara entered the room with dread running through her veins, and the sight of the man inside didn’t alleviate her uneasiness.

  He wasn’t exactly ugly, but neither was he striking, and a couple of wrinkles attested to what must have been his late forties.

  His gaze was cold though, and Mara shivered with fear for her future. He didn’t seem to be the kind that would use his influence to force a woman to service him; Mara hoped she wasn’t discovered.

  “Sit.” The man gestured at the chair in front of his desk.

  The blonde held his gaze for a few moments before obeying, trying to appear as small as she could. Silently, she prayed to gods she had stopped believing in a long time ago, hoping that she might live unscathed through whatever this man’s plans were.

  His eyes roved over her before he nodded to himself. “They weren’t wrong – you are a beauty.”

  Mara’s heart clenched and he noticed her reaction.

  His eyebrow rose and he chuckled at the fear in her eyes. “I have no interest in you girl, you can rest easy. Whatever comes of this will be of your choosing.”

  “What do you mean milord?” Mara was curious despite herself. She was aware of the fate that waited her in the dungeons. For being caught stealing from a noble she would spend years imprisoned; anything that might allow her to escape that fate was welcomed.

  Especially if it allowed her to keep caring for her younger sister.

  “Your beauty and my necessity are what brought you here, there’s no doubt about that, but I don’t intend to do anything to you.” The man rose from his chair and moved towards the room’s window. His gaze got lost in the sights of the city.

  Mara remained silent, not wanting to interrupt his thoughts, knowing how fickle nobles were.

  “Do you know who I am?” He asked at last, turning to face her.

  She shook her head, and he smiled gently.

  “I’m Seneschal Guillermo, I trust you realize who I am now?” He asked, and Mara nodded almost fearfully.

  A shiver ran down her back. Guillermo was the ruler of the capital, and ruler of the country in all but name. She couldn’t imagine why he would speak to her, or to any other common thief.

  If he had known who she was, she might have imagined him confronting her over the issue, but when for all intents she wasn’t more than a peasant girl? Mara was smart enough to know something fishy was going on.

  He nodded at her acknowledgment and looked momentarily away. Guillermo was already used to the fear people displayed when they realized who he was. He didn’t care, though it usually made his job easier, but in this instance he didn’t need a scared girl.

  “There’s no need to be afraid.” He said at last, trying to smile reassuredly. He failed, but Mara realized what he attempted and calmed slightly. “I have a proposition for you, something that will allow you to escape years in a dungeon if you accept.”

  Mara remained silent, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

  Guillermo was surprised by it. In his experience, most people would jump for joy at a chance to escape imprisonment; the other women who, in years past, received the same preposition he was going to offer Mara replied with joy and promises of doing the best they could, even though they had been scared.

  He shrugged his curiosity away a moment later. He didn’t particularly care about her reaction, so long as she accepted.

  “Tell me, do you know the tale of the Beast Princess?”

  Mara blinked at the question, surprised a man like him would ask her about a commoner’s tale, and tried to sense the trap in his words. “Yes, I’ve heard of it.”

  “What exactly?”

  She blinked again. “Basically that the people say Princess Alexandra turns into a monster and that’s why she’s a recluse.”

  “Indeed. That is that tale I was referring to. Some details are changed from storyteller to storyteller: sometimes she only turns on the nights of the full moon, other times when she gets hungry. But that’s what the people say about our princess.”

  Mara wondered why exactly he had been questioning her knowledge of fairytales, but then he continued and she was forced to wonder if he wasn’t mad.

  “… And they are right, Princess Alexandra does turn into a monster sometimes.”

  “Wait, what?” Mara questioned, and then swallowed when she realized she had interrupted him. “You can’t be serious, can you?”

  “I assure you what I’m telling you is the full truth.” Guillermo continued as if he was speaking about the weather. “Our princess was cursed years ago, and sometimes she transforms into a … dangerous monster.”

  Mara reclined in her seat and just looked at him. She wondered momentarily if he was lying to her, but there was no reason why the seneschal would lose his time playing a prank on someone. Reluctantly, she had to admit he might be right.

  Personally, she had never witnessed any magic, but there were many tales, far too many books on the matter for her to dismiss it as impossible. Rare, though.

  Following that thought came another: why would Guillermo tell her that about the princess?

  “Let’s say I believe you,” Mara started after a few moments. “What do I have to do with it? I doubt I can help you cure your princess.”

  “Unless you’re a sorceress you will not be able to help cure her, no, but what I need is a minder.”

  “In what way?”

  “I need
you to be the princess’s handmaiden and companion. Care for her and be her friend.” The seneschal looked directly into Mara’s eyes as he explained. “Due to her condition, the princess lives alone in a wing of the palace, away from the eyes of common men, but she’s still human and needs someone beside her.”

  He paused momentarily and seemed to contemplate his words. “Most of the time she’s like you and me, but strong emotions make her change. When that happens she grows in strength and size, and loses control of herself.”

  “Who cursed her?” Mara questioned but Guillermo started shaking his head even before she finished.

  “That’s her tale to tell.” His words were precise, final. “What you do need to know is that when Alexandra transforms she gains certain urges …” He paused momentarily, almost reluctant to continue. “The transformation her body experiences allows her to act on those urges, and so, to contain her, we have been forced to keep a willing woman on hand.”

  “Urges?” Mara asked with a raised eyebrow. “If you want me to do whatever it is you want, I’ll need to know the whole history.”

  The seneschal sighed before he continued. “Then I’ll need to be crass. When Alexandra transforms she develops a male sexual member, and the need to use it.”

  Mara’s mouth fell open and she closed it without a word. Her eyes were wide in disbelief.

  Guillermo nodded and continued. “We tried to stop her at first, but when she transforms she’s basically invincible. Several women suffered attacks when Alexandra was younger and couldn’t restrain herself in any way. Nowadays we find women that are willing to do what is needed to keep her satisfied and away from the general population.”

  “That’s absurd.” Mara whispered. She couldn’t believe him.

  “It was hard for me to believe at first. I’ve known Alexandra since she was a child. She was a sweet and beautiful girl, but then a witch cursed her and this was the result. Nonetheless, that’s not important right now.”

  “It isn’t?” Mara questioned cocking her eyebrow at the man.

  “No,” He answered. “What’s important is your answer. My proposition is simple: you have to serve as Alexandra’s handmaiden for a year, tending to her every need, but after that time is up you’ll be free and cared for. You’ll never need to steal again. What do you say?”

  Mara’s first impulse was to refuse, but then she remembered the fate that awaited her, and what could happen to her sister if she was imprisoned for years.

  Could she honestly refuse the proposition when that would lead to more suffering? Especially when she knew the indignities that might await her in the city’s dungeons? She was no fool; she knew the guards would eventually try to have their way with her. From a pure logical point of view, she would be forced to choose between being a princess’s whore or a prison one.

  “I have a sister,” Mara started. “Her name is Annabel…”

  “Say no more. She will be taken care of. The kingdom will provide her with everything she needs, from food to education.”

  Mara opened her mouth, and then closed it without saying anything. She had nothing else to say, no more demands, she just needed to accept the seneschal’s proposition and that would be it.

  “Do we have a deal?” Guillermo asked, his voice slower and stronger than before.

  Mara only nodded. She ignored the part of her mind that insulted her as she accepted, calling her a whore and a slut. She had done many things she wasn’t proud of to make sure she and her sister survived; it wouldn’t even be the first time she slept with someone for some benefit.

  “I do.” She said at last with a faint voice.

  The seneschal smiled as if he wanted to reassure her. It didn’t work, and it made her skin crawl, especially when he poised a hand on her shoulder.

  “I’ll send for some maids then and they will prepare you for your task.”

  Mara nodded again, and watched the man move out of the room, leaving her alone with her thoughts and her doubts.

  For a while she questioned herself. Was she doing the right thing? Should she have denied him? But then her sister’s face flashed through her mind and her doubts were erased.

  She would do anything for Annabel, even sell her body and soul.

  Chapter 2

  “Most of the work you have to do is quite light,” Guillermo explained as they moved towards the wing of the palace where Princess Alexandra resided. “Bring Alexandra her meals, pick up her dirty clothes so the maids of the palace can clean them, tasks such as these. Mostly you just have to keep her company, and be prepared for whenever she starts to change.”

  Mara nodded as he spoke. He tried to make it seem her task was simply, but she knew better. If it was, they wouldn’t have to resort to prisoners to fulfill it.

  A few more moments were enough for them to reach a dark, wooden door, and the man accompanying Mara sighed slightly. He knocked and opened it without waiting for a reply.

  Inside, Mara found a long corridor filled with several closed doors.

  “Alexandra!” Guillermo called out.

  Mara’s head snapped towards him in surprise. Guillermo’s voice had transformed, becoming almost welcoming, warm, and she wondered if it was all a ploy, or if he really cared for the princess.

  “Come out, darling.” He continued. “I’ve brought you your new handmaiden.”

  There was some shuffling inside one of the rooms and then a door opened, giving Mara her first glimpse of the woman she would serve during the next year.

  Princess Alexandra was more beautiful than Mara had imagined. That was the first thought she had when she saw her. The princess’s hair was raven colored, curly and long, framing a white face that despite its paleness didn’t appear sickly.

  Her eyes were as blue as Mara’s, and her lips a light red, almost pink. Her skin was smooth and unblemished, perfect and soft.

  Mara let her eyes fall down and took in the princess’s attire. Alexandra was wearing a tight red dress: a flimsy thing that displayed her body in full. Despite it, the royal woman appeared unbothered. It was as if she was above the stares of others.

  Guillermo smiled at the princess with warmth in his eyes, but she glanced at Mara before glaring at the man.

  “I told you I required no more handmaidens.” The raven haired woman’s voice was cool and precise, almost harsh, but the seneschal didn’t let it bothered him.

  “And we both know what will happen if no one is here to assist you.” He replied, letting his smile fall. He looked weary and tired all of a sudden. It was as if he didn’t want to hurt the princess, but knew it was necessary. “You’ll lose control, sooner or later, and then you’ll regret what happens.”

  The princess looked away for a few moments before turning back and glaring at Mara.

  “I don’t like her – she’s too pretty. It will only makes things worse.” Alexandra turned her gaze on Guillermo. “It will be harder for me to control myself.”

  He sighed again. “We both know that’s not true, or, at least, it wasn’t a problem in the past.”

  The princess still looked defiant but he continued. “Remember that in the end you’re saving her from a worse fate. If she doesn’t become your handmaiden, she will go to the dungeons. You can imagine what will happen to a woman as beautiful as her in such a place.”

  Alexandra looked at Mara for a few more moments before looking away and nodding.

  Guillermo smiled. “Good. Now that that’s settled, how have you been?”

  “Bored out of my mind.” The princess replied before relenting and softening her words. “There’s only so much books one can read without getting tired, and playing music without an audience is not exactly entertaining.”

  “Now that you have a new companion, you can show her your talent.”

  Alexandra snorted and Mara resisted the impulse to say something back to the princess. She was getting a little tired of the royal’s attitude, even if she could understand it from a certain point of view.
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  The princess saw her as a stranger, and as a criminal she would be forced to bed due to a curse.

  Mara couldn’t say she would behave in a different manner if she was in Alexandra’s place. She couldn’t imagine being in Alexandra’s shoes, being forced to lay with someone because of a curse. That was the only reason the blonde held back her tongue, and just listened as both princess and seneschal talked to each other.

  There was genuine warmth between the two and for some reason that made Mara feel a little better. Maybe it simply humanized both Alexandra and Guillermo in her eyes, and showed they could be normal people.

  It contrasted with the memories Mara had from when she lived in her father’s castle. Before she was forced to leave her home and country, and flee with her little sister.

  The warm scene didn’t last forever, though, and quickly enough conversation between Princess Alexandra and Seneschal Guillermo stalled. They simply stared at one another then, and the older man moved forward and hugged the princess, tightly, with great care.

  Mara looked away when she heard a sniffle escape from the princess and held still, not wanting to intrude on them.

  “Be strong,” Guillermo said, whispering, yet it was loud enough for Mara to hear him. “We’ll find a way to rid you of this curse, I promise you.”

  “I’m afraid that will never happen, uncle.” Alexandra replied.

  Mara frowned. She hadn’t known Guillermo was the princess’s uncle, but that explained the warmth between the two.

  The seneschal leaned back and ran a hand over his niece’s head before kissing her brow. Then he moved out of the room.

  Mara watched him go before turning and facing the princess’s glare.

  “Your room is the last one on the right,” Alexandra gestured with one hand. “Now go, hide in it and don’t bother me.”

  The blonde nodded and did as the princess commanded.

  Alexandra watched her go all the way, and only moved away when Mara sequestered herself in her room. The princess returned to her solar and to her books.