No, those others before weren't mates, were they? They could have been, though. He had sex with women, but they despised other terms. And the privacy! Argh! They needed to perform their sexual acts discretely so others wouldn't discover their—their what? There was a word for all of this, for everything, but it had been so long since he'd talked with another person, had a conversation with someone, that he couldn't remember them.
None of it mattered. He took Danya on the table. She begged him for it, removed her panties and stuffed them into her crotch before shoving them at his nose. That incited a lustful rage within him. The scents! Before, when he was human, he remembered the pleasant scents of flowers and food, but now, as a beast, he knew more. Perhaps he was still a little human; he could see some resemblance beneath his fur-covered body if he peered into a mirror, but that was it. He thought of himself as a beast, like the witch who cursed him wanted. That witch, that curse, was it bad? He knew it was, but the smell of lust dripping from Danya's luscious cunt and the sweet scent of it drenching her panties was nothing less than sublime.
He liked that word: sublime. It was one that he would always remember.
There was another woman, too. Perhaps another potential mate? She followed him into the gates. He let the gates remain open for just a moment longer than necessary to allow the girl in, calling on his family's inherent magic used to control various facets of the mansion, but no more. She was caught now, his, trapped. She smelled like Danya, but different, too; her sister, he assumed. He would find her later and free her and let her into his house and offer her his hospitality.
The idea intrigued him. He flipped Danya over onto her stomach and crammed his heavy shaft into her. She was so tight! The witch thought she cursed him, but as a beast he was more. So much more. His savage cock, larger than he remembered it ever being when he was a mere human, thrashed into Danya as if they were both wild wolves rutting in a ditch in the middle of the woods. Every sensation, each clench and squeeze from her gluttonous depths, assailed his cock.
He loved it. He would breed with her, release his seed deep inside of her, and bring his mansion back to life. The witch said it would never happen, that no woman would willfully fuck a beastman, but the witch was a spiteful creature who underestimated him.
The witch was wrong, but Everett knew he was a little wrong, too. It was wonderful, slamming his cock into Danya's tight body, watching her glistening lower lips pulse and suck and consume his shaft as he pounded into her, but it was more, too. He liked her. He wanted her to stay, and he wanted her to like him.
She did, too. He knew. She spoke with him, talked in small sentences so he could understand. He appreciated it, but he would impress her later, too. He was no idiot, but years and years of isolation had muddled his comprehension of regular, everyday life. He would rediscover everything he had lost, though. He would revive the servants of his household through the act of sex and restart his tutoring. He would invite Danya to stay with him forever, too. Eventually, once he dispelled the witch's curse, he would be handsome again. Someone truly worthy of her.
And if doing all this involved giving in to his primal lust and rutting with her atop the dining hall table while she moaned in ecstasy beneath him? Well, there were worse ways to remove a curse.
When he came Everett pushed back the urge to howl; to claim her as his so soon. His seed shot deep into her. Focusing, intent on fulfilling his need, he slammed into her again. Again. More. Each time, no matter how much cum he'd already filled her with, it seemed endless, as if he'd always have more to give her. He couldn't stop, didn't want to, and he indulged in the exquisite feeling of her own erratic orgasm pulling at his cock while he mated with her.
...
Alena panicked. She couldn't get into the mansion. The door was locked, first off, and the windows were too high up for her to even consider sneaking inside. She could see through some of them, but to get to the handles in the middle where she might try and see if they were unlatched involved climbing smooth stones and maneuvering her feet onto a ledge about three inches wide. Alena was no acrobat, so this was out of the question.
What she needed to do, she decided, was find what room her sister and the beast were in, and then rap on the window. Perhaps they wouldn't like it, but what else should they expect from her? She was trapped within the mansion grounds now with no way out. If they wanted to send her home, she needed someone to open the gates for her, anyways.
Not that she intended to go home. Or, not if Danya wasn't leaving, also. Alena fully planned on staying, on experiencing the excitement of the beast and hearing his story. Oh, he was a prince at one time, they said! Though people said a lot of things. She wondered which of the rumors were true? It never hurt to wonder, but sometimes it could lead to disappointment. She knew this firsthand. Sometimes she wondered at her father's transactions, his going off and finding curious goods for the family store. He always said he had found a rare heirloom, something wondrous that no one else had seen or heard of before, but all he did was bring back some lamp or other with nothing interesting about it.
The beast, though, he would have good stories. A witch wouldn't curse a man for nothing, would she? And banish his servants to who knew where? Or was the rumor that he'd eaten them the true one? If so, Alena thought she wouldn't learn much about it; he'd probably eat her as soon as he caught her on his land. A rather morbid thought, but she preferred being practical in the face of danger. If she was eaten, she very well wouldn't be worrying much about anything, now would she?
Movement, in a window nearby. Just a faint bit, some reflection on the glass, but it must be them. Alena went towards it, creeping along close to the outer wall of the mansion. Grabbing the ledge of the window, she stood on tiptoes and looked inside.
She saw her sister on her stomach on a dining hall table, with the beast crouching behind and over her. Neither of them wore clothes. Actually, Danya had her bra on, some fancy bit of leopard-patterned fabric, but that was it. The beast was rock hard and massive, his throbbing cock slamming into her older sister's slick folds.
Alena opened her mouth wide. She didn't want to see this! Not her sister. Fuck. That was... fuck! She staggered backwards and her foot caught on the raised root of a nearby tree. She fell to the ground. Again. How many times was this going to happen? Today was not her lucky day.
Still, a tree, that was good. She crawled over to it, sitting on the ground with her back to the trunk, hiding behind it. She'd wanted to tap on the window and get the attention of her sister and the beast, except it seemed they were otherwise preoccupied. Her sister! Gods, Alena wasn't really worried in the first place, at least not too much, but she'd never expected Danya to be fucking him. At least not this soon. And not right out in the open like that.
They looked so into it, too. At least from what she could see. She preferred not to remember the look of ecstasy on Danya's face (what little of it she saw), but the beast definitely seemed blissfully unaware of anything except slamming his massive shaft into a pussy. Just a pussy, Alena thought, not anyone's in particular.
It could've been her own, even? Right. Possibly. And...
A dangerous thought to let loose, but she did it anyways. She imagined herself on the table instead of Danya, with her stomach pressed against the smooth wood while the beast held her down and ravaged her. His thick cock swelled with passion as he filled her to the brim with his primal cream. Alena sighed, daydreaming, wondering at it.
Wondering was, perhaps, her downfall.
Without realizing it, her hand found a nest inside her panties. She slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of her underwear and imagined all sorts of naughty things. The beast pounding his cock into her, the force of it sliding her ever so slightly across the table until they reached the edge, and in a fit of madness he snatched her up and leaped to the ground. All while still fucking her, of course. She didn't know the logistics of how that would work, but it sounded wonderfully erotic in her mind.
She grew more and more aroused. Her fingers idly stroked her labia, gathering her wetness and spreading it over the sensitive folds. Oh, how would it be when he came? She was curious about that. She'd toyed with boys before, led them into private areas or let them lead her, where she succumbed to their charms and let them let down their pants. She was somewhat skilled at handling their cocks by now, either with her hands or her mouth or a bit of both, but she remained reticent about letting them have sex with her.
Except, oh, she was so dreadfully curious. Honestly, how did it feel? When she had a man in her mouth, she could tell when he was about to explode, his climax overcoming him. She could feel his cock begin to expand the slightest amount, his pulse quickening and beating through his engorged shaft, and then the frantic spasms as he shot his cum into her throat. It was always so fast, so interesting!
Her hand moved of its own accord now, slick between her glistening folds while she imagined what it was like to feel a man's climax inside her. Not with any man, though, but with the beast. The boys she knew, or the few, far older men she'd managed to seduce as a random game, were nothing compared to the size of the beast's cock. She couldn't even see all of it, what with half of it sheathed inside of Danya's pussy, but it was big. If the tremors preceding and happening at the point of orgasm for a regular man were exciting, she could only imagine how the beast would feel.
Deep inside her and—oh! Her hand found the top of her slit, teasing at the hood of her clit and then rubbing it back and forth. That felt nice, she thought. This wasn't about nice, though, it was about the sensation of a throbbing cock unloading into her with all it was worth. She rubbed her clit more, imagining it. Something big, yes. To match the size of his erection. The scene playing in her head involved so much cum that it overflowed out of her and splattered onto the table. Enough cum, she thought, to fill a goblet and drink from. Not with a goblet, no, but she did that sometimes if she felt like it, just swallowed a man's cum when he released inside of her mouth and splashed the back of her throat. Men liked it, it seemed. Sometimes she would open her mouth and show them their sticky cream, her eyes twinkling with mischief, before pursing her lips, swallowing, and opening her mouth again to show them it was gone. That was a trick one of her friends told her about, and while it wasn't that exciting for her, the look of intense excitement from the man after she swallowed his seed was exhilarating.
Except there was no swallowing when it came to having your sex filled with cum, was there? Not exactly, anyways. Alena stroked her clit faster, now in a frenzy of need. She imagined the beast finishing with her, drenching her insides, while her needy body sucked all of it up. Was that exciting for a man, too? Did he enjoy it? Did men find the idea of fucking a girl and filling her up exciting, possibly impregnating her with their potent seed?
Fuck, who cared about them? She loved it! She didn't want children, at least not yet, but the naughtiness of it, the thrill and risk and idea of it, sent her over the edge. In a panic, urgent to satisfy her lust, she grabbed at her panties and pulled them lower. Not too far, but far enough, and when she was through they lay bunched by her knees, giving her completely free access to the core of her body. She rubbed at her clit with one hand while she thrust two fingers from the other hand inside of her, hoping to somewhat replicate the sensation of a cock. Two fingers didn't do the beast justice, but it worked well enough for Alena. In a matter of moments, she was grinding her hips against empty air, imagining the roughness of the beast as he made her a vessel for his climax, an orgasm blazing through her.
It felt—it felt good. It was good. Perhaps she had never let a man fuck her, but she'd let them get her off before. And she'd played with herself, too. It was always good, but she wondered if maybe it would be better with a man? Inside her, that was. With the beast, with...
Alena heard a cough, heard someone clearing their throat. Startled, caught with her panties around her knees and her dress ripped so she couldn't hide her exposed body, she tried to back away. Unfortunately the tree was still behind her and she went nowhere.
Looming above her, naked, with a glossy shine on his erect cock from the remnants of his last sexual encounter, was the beast.
"Hello," Alena squeaked.
"Danya's sister, you?" he said, some awkwardly phrased question.
"Yes," Alena said. "Um, I'm sorry about this but I seem to have, uh..."
Honestly, she didn't know how she was supposed to explain the panties. The dress, perhaps, but panties didn't just lower themselves. Also, the fact that the lips of her pussy were a glorious, puffy red and obviously moist from recent exertion was not a point in her favor.
"I need," the beast said to her. "I need a lot."
...
Danya awoke after not realizing she'd fallen asleep. Gods, of course she'd fallen asleep, though. Everett, the beast, was amazing. He'd taken her hard on the table and showed her just how amazing he could be. He was some primal, lusty man, and despite the fact that he had hair covering the entirety of his body, he was a wonderful lover. Perhaps he was better because of it, she thought. If he needed to make up for the shortcoming of looking like some beast of a man, doing it through sexual prowess was definitely a fine way to go about it.
Except where was he now? They would sleep, he said, and wait for the older man to return with food before presumably fucking like animals once again. Twice again... three times again... Would they do it on the table, right in front of the man? Give him a show? Danya wasn't entirely displeased with the idea. In fact...
No, better not to think of that now. It would only arouse her, and with no one to sate her needs she didn't need something like that. Though she wondered if that worked as a way to summon Everett back to her? Would he smell the scent of her arousal if she lay on the table and blatantly masturbated? Would he find her splayed out, playing with her pussy, legs spread wide for the entire mansion to see?
She was exciting herself, and was of a mind to try it and see what happened, except her stomach growled. Eating nothing since breakfast this morning was taking its toll, and she needed to find food before enacting her plan. Perhaps a reminder to the butler about the meal would remedy that, or better yet going to help him. Afterall, she cooked most of the meals at home, so it couldn't hurt to offer him assistance. Maybe she could get a snack in the process.
Not knowing exactly where the kitchens were, and having no clothes besides her leopard-patterned bra, she wandered the halls of the mansion while mostly nude and lost. The butler had gone this way, she knew, but where exactly after that? It didn't take long to figure it out; the smell of food wafted through a large double doorway and led her right there. Bright light shone through the cracks around the edges of the doors, like some illuminating beacon. A gateway to culinary riches unknown.
From the smell of it, the riches were delicious.
Caring little if the butler saw her naked (since he'd seen her like this already, hadn't he?), she reached for the handles of the kitchen doors and opened them. Once she had sight of the inside of the room, she gasped.
Everything was moving on its own! Every little piece of equipment in the room, all the knives cutting and spoons stirring pots, dishes being washed by invisibly held rags, everything. How handy! Really, who wouldn't like that? If she could have items prepare themselves for a meal, she'd definitely love it. In the middle of the automation was the butler, sorting through food goods and tossing them into a boiling pot or preparing them to go into an oven, piling them on platters and racks.
Danya walked towards him and smiled and said, "Hello."
The butler smiled back, eyes twinkling with glee, and looked up. When he saw Danya standing next to him with only one scant article of clothing covering her nubile body his eyes widened. "Oh. Hello, Mistress. Is there something I can do for you or Master Everett?"
"No," Danya said. "I'm a little hungry, though. I thought I'd help if you want?"
The butler shrugged. "You need not worry. Dinner arrangements are coming along fine.
There's very little left to do that isn't already being done."
Danya nodded. She watched a knife slicing through a thick slab of meat and organizing it into tiny chunks. The butler walked over once it was done and shuffled the meat onto a roasting pan before setting the pan into a brick oven.
"I'm Horatio, by the way," the butler said conversationally. "If you need me for anything around the mansion, feel free to summon me." With that said, he went back to work.
Danya was entranced. He moved so efficiently. It intrigued her. She watched him work tirelessly, preparing a meal, and seeming to care so little about having just come back to life after having his soul imprisoned within a grandfather clock. Was that what happened, anyways? She didn't know for sure, but she'd seen the spark of him leave the clock and when she blinked he was there. No matter what it was, he'd been gone for a long time, at least according to Everett.
How long? It didn't matter to the butler, it seemed. Now that he was back, he needed to attend to the mansion's duties, which currently involved making a meal. Oddly, this aroused her.
Not for any of those thoughts. Meals were nice and she liked them, but she hardly found them arousing. Nor the fact that he was old, though that didn't take many points away from him. He looked fine and handsome, with fancy servant's attire and fine, white hair.
What aroused her was the idea that he was back and couldn't have had sex with a woman in so long. And still, seeing her in front of him, practically ready for the taking, prepared for sex much like the carrots he was collecting were prepared to be boiled, he did nothing. He worked, and not a single thing more.
Would he enjoy it if she gave him a show? If she convinced Everett to let him watch them fucking, have the man hide in a closet with a slatted door so he could peer through the openings and spy on them?
Or, why do all that? Why shouldn't she reward him herself? Everett had left her without a word or a note, so she hardly thought he deserved an explanation for her leaving him, and it wasn't as if they were married. He needed, he said. Yes, well, she needed, too.
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