Two Beasts: A Dark Fairytale Menage Romance

by Dark Angel

  “Mmmmm, fresh pussy. Your cunt is never going to taste like this again. There is something so unique about unbroken pussy. Too bad this is the last time you will ever test like this.” He plunges down for another lick. I can’t stop my hips from writhing around. I am searching for his tongue. I am trying to get more of his attention centered on the spots of folds that need to licked. I feel him chuckle through the lips of my pussy as I search for just the right touch. He is entertained by my need.

  Victor lifts his head and crawls closer to be before lifting his body. The effect is that my knees are instantly draped over his shoulders. His hand take hold of my hips and his fingers dig into my flesh. The stinging sensation just enough to keep my senses keen. Victor flexes his back and his arms so that I am lifted off the bed. My arms instantly ache as my weight is suspended on my shoulders and wrists. All those time sitting at the bar with him and our fries did I suspect that Victor would be this sadistic in bed and not once did it ever occur to me that I may like sadism in a man, but I can’t find anything but pleasure in the pain he causes me. I am ready.

  “You are a dirty little whore, aren’t you?” Victor’s question seems rhetorical so I don’t respond. “Only dirty little whores are willing to sell their bodies and that is what you tried to do tonight, isn’t it?” Again, I think he his being rhetorical. “Answer me, bitch or you will stay a virgin. A virgin whore that can’t give away her first time.”

  I nod my head vigorously and try to speak an answer. I want to agree. I want to be a whore. A whore for Victor. If he wants a dirty little slut I want that dirty little slut to be me. I hear the sounds coming out of me around the ball-gag, “Hurumph ming lattugh,” I respond desperately hoping he understands the garbled pleas.

  “You can be anything you want to the world but you will always know, deep in your heart, that you are a filthy dirty little whore, but you take pride in the fact that you are my dirty little whore.”

  I have no idea where this line of bedroom talk is coming from. Frankly, I don’t give a damn. Victor knows me so well. Somehow without any type of discussion he know exactly what I want of him in the bedroom and when we are fucking he pulls out every stop to show me he is perfectly in tune with my inner needs.

  Being suspended like this with my legs open I can feel my thighs cooling as my own cum dries on my skin. Everything is so new and exciting I don’t how I am taking it all in. Victor’s naughty words the air on my skin, the ache of my body. My mind is an overload of stimuli.

  “Now I get what is mine,” Victor’s steely voice echoes through my ears and I feel him enter me. His cock pierces my virginity and there is pain. A tearing, searing pain that envelops my mind. My head flops back as I try to comprehend what is happening to me. Tears run down my cheeks as my body rocks back and forth. Victor means it when he says he doesn’t care about my pain. I am consumed by this new pain because it is not the kind of pain I had come to enjoy from Victor. This is serious pain that is…Gone?!?

  I was trying to focus on what was happening to me and now it is not there. Just a fading echo of a memory of what might have been pain. How can this happen? What the hell is going on. I am certain that Victor was tearing me in two. That I was experiencing something other than pleasure from this man and then nothing. This man is a fucking GOD!

  My knees flex to secure my hold on his shoulders as he rocks back and forth pulling his cock out of me and pushing it back into me. His cock fills me completely. He is touching my inside all at the same time. His skin against mine, building a need inside me that is growing rapidly and I know that I will not deny it when it finally reaches full strength.

  “That fucking pussy is so amazing. God you are so fucking tight. I would have paid full price or double for this tiny cunt.”

  He is pleased. I am pleasing him!!

  One more time my body erupts. It is like my mind shatters and reassembles the little pieces in a flash. The mental show was disorienting of its own right but adding in my physical reaction and i am on a totally different cosmic plain.

  Mid-orgasm and Victor pushes me away from him flinging my body onto the bed. My body bounces and i miss him being inside me already. My arms, on the other hand, are grateful for the rest. I don’t have time to recover my bearing before Victor is rolling me over. The slack in the ropes holding my wrists allow the two cords to cross over each other. Still dazed i don’t resist when he grabs my hips and lifts me onto my knees.

  Victor’s fingers dig into my hips seeming to find the same place he has been gripping. The outsides of his knees knock against the insides of my knees and my legs spread. My body is still quivering from my floating orgasm when he slams his cock deep into my pussy. His return is wonderful. The empty void that had been left by his exit was nagging to be filled. the notion of not having him in me was threatening to take over the majority of my thoughts, but he is filling me again.

  I feel my moan hit the rubber ball in my mouth. it is like the sound is clogging my mouth. Vibration straining to be released like water against a dam.

  Victor must be in his own zone because his cock bottoms out hitting the back wall of my pussy just briefly before he is pulling out. When he had been fucking me in mid-aid his strokes had been short and rapid but now he is pulling nearly all twelve inches out slowly before slamming back into me. the lurching of my body is making me dizzy.

  “You are almost fully a woman,” he growls as I feel him pause long enough to gather a handful of my hair. He is not clutching near the scalp this time. Instead he has found the ends and I feel his hand twist getting a solid hold of me.

  I try to yell in pure pleasure again when he yanks back on my hair and his cock plunges into me once again. But the sound stalls against the gag.

  Victor picks up the pace. Still pulling the majority of his length out of me and then cramming it back into but there is no slow retreat. He is pulling back as fast as he is pushing forward.

  The sounds trying to leave my blocked mouth are piling up behind the ball-gag as each of his thrusts cause me to gasp, scream or moan. This feels so fucking amazing. One part of me is wondering why I waited so long to be fucked like this and another part of me is arguing that if I had waited I would not have experiences something so amazing.

  Victor is not letting up, in fact, his pace and fierceness is increasing. His grunts are primal and quick. I know he is getting close.

  My mind takes a quick self-inventory and I realize that I am also getting close. I wish I had kept count but when you are experiencing this kind of joy mental activities like counting or remembering your own name are extremely difficult.

  I am just a second behind Victor. I feel the shaft of his cock pulse and I realize that he is cuming. He is filling me with his seed and my body responds with yet another orgasm. My elbows lock as I push hard against him. Victor is holding my body pinned to his as he unloads. My head flops back and I try to unleash a scream just as Victor yells. his cock pulses again. My back bows and my head tilts back. Another pulse. Victor releases my hair and grabs my other hip. One more pulse. I feel the semen travel through his shaft and then I feel full.

  Victor shoves me forward and I collapse in a heap on the bed. I feel his weight hit the mattress.

  My eyes flutter shut and blissful oblivion falls over me like a warm blanket.

  Vivian

  “Babe!” Victor yells from the bedroom! “Where did you put my socks?”

  I roll my eyes.

  “Which ones?” I ask.

  “The blue ones that Apollo and Ashley gave me for our one month anniversary.”

  He’s going to so punish me when I tell him. I open my mouth and say, “I gave it to Goodwill!”

  I actually have them hidden in my lingerie closet. But I want to push his buttons lately.

  It’s been six months since Victor sold me and then bought me on The Virgin Market. Six of the happiest months in my life. We have a life together that some people won’t understand, but to us it feels perfectly happy and reason
able.

  “You gave it away?!” he yells, coming out.

  I’m smirking.

  “You gonna punish me?” I ask, winking at him.

  He looks at me. I can see realization go through his eyes. This is all a ruse.

  “I also gave away your good ties,” I say, turning around and shaking my ass at him. I’m hoping the combination of wiggling ass and me being naughty will do the trick.

  “Come here,” Victor says in a husky voice and grabs me. I squeal in delight, my clit already twitching at what is going to come.

  God, how I love the games we play.

  Victor runs his hands over my ass, squeezing my cheek.

  It’s pretty much been like this from the day that we realized we loved each other.

  But the best part about it?

  Is that there is so much more to come.

  And now, a fairytale!

  Finally, a short story: The Handmaiden’s Fairy Tale, by Dark Angel!!

  Our goal in this is simple.

  To entertain you as long as we can to give you the best experience with the words that we hold so dear. Because while we may be in various corners of the world, the fact that we are sharing these brings us closer together we feel.

  Thank you so much for reading!

  xoxo

  Alexis and Lana

  The Handmaiden’s Fairy Tale

  “Isadora, you enjoy your honeymoon, and I will happily run the housekeeping detail and any other affairs you deem for the palace while you’re gone.” I couldn’t believe she’d asked such a large task of me, but when Isadora asks me to do something, I’ll do it.

  “Elinor, thank you.” Isadora reaches out to hug me, and I squeeze her back. “And when I get back…we’re having breakfast, and we’re talking about Marius, please?!” Isadora, the queen of our nation, is asking me if I talk about boys with her. Such a strange thing, considering that I am her handmaiden.

  I was just a handmaiden for all my life, until I got a job in the Brevintos palace. Isadora Brevintos was a delicate but precocious child when I started working with her and she grew into a wise and beautiful adult in the time I cared for her.

  I am really basically her age, both of us in our twenties. One thing we had in common is that we never dated. I preferred, like Isadora, to read rather than the mess about with dumb men.

  Because so many men our age? They are just boys, you know what I mean?

  I never thought that a princess would be my friend. Isadora never treated me like a servant girl, however, and always treated me like a friend.

  When she asked me to be her maid of honor, I thought, certainly, there is no greater honor that her gracious request. My heart will always be warm when I think about how kind that was. Isadora bought me a beautiful dress and had me stand during the ceremony. Has any handmaiden ever had so high an honor?

  I think I must be the only one.

  So I really didn’t think there would be two surprises that night. But, oh, yeah, there was. Marius, Nathan’s friend, was there to function as the best man. Vincent and Nathan, apparently agreed to having just one person and Marius was on his way for the wedding anyway. They agreed to one person because Isadora doesn’t have many friends. But it isn’t like she took pity on me. And I wasn’t taking pity on Isadora. It was just the fact that we’ve both always been busy with other things.

  But I never expected that old wedding cliche of the maid of honor and the best man to hook up, well, happen!

  “Are you still with me, Elinor?” Isadora says with a gentle smile. There’s a laugh behind her eyes and we both know that I am thinking about Marius.

  “Yes, yes I think we should.” I touch my hand on hers. “I will handle everything, Joanne even offered to help with everything she could, and I know that I can handle this. Now, don’t delay your honeymoon any longer. The Isles are supposed to be a delightful escape this time of year, so go enjoy it!” I make a shooing motion with my hands. She really shouldn’t delay celebrating her nuptials any longer. It isn’t every day that you become queen and are married two other heads of state. She needs to be allowed to celebrate, and based on the lowering number of times that their Majesties’ phones go off at breakfast today, they’ve managed to calm things on all fronts. Their marriage has been seen the world around for what it is. A move to a brighter future. War averted, economies boosting, and more people have food, have jobs, and can even afford to go to schools or get job training than ever before.

  So they deserve this little getaway.

  “I can’t wait to share all my details when you get back, and you’ll do the same!” That’s a brazen request of a queen’s handmaiden, but she’s also my friend.

  “Of course!” Isadora hugs me one last time, and then I watch her walk away. The click of her heels against the palace floors is a comforting sound. I have always felt happy with my life exactly the way that it is.

  So I’m very afraid that all of that is about to change.

  Things run smoothly while the queen is away, and I know this not just from instinct but because the chief of staff in the palace asks me to take on more duties even when Isadora has returned and I should be her handmaiden. “You’ve actually been more of a friend to Isadora all these years, and someone else can clean her sheets. I hope you don’t mind me speaking so frankly, but I think you would do well to be groomed as my replacement,” the chief of staff, Lara Start says.

  “Ms. Start, I…I don’t mind your frankness at all. I admit with full awareness of how naïve it makes me sound, but I never thought that I would be anything more than a handmaiden. And I was fine with that. But I do have a taste for more…and, honestly, I think I might need more,” I speak frankly now, too, and Lara and I share a knowing glance. We’re women, we understand these things…and she knows that I have been following updates on Marius’s latest endeavors. Nathan’s billionaire best friend has been working on the private sector elements of the jobs initiative that Isadora spearheaded before leaving for her honeymoon, so he hasn’t been back yet.

  But Isadora is back now! She busts through the door.

  “No matter your role, this palace has a place for you – several – if you want any of them,” Lara says, and she looks at me like an equal. I have only to think about how the highest in this world have treated me to know that Isadora and her husbands are all going to do a fantastic job making the world a better place for everyone.

  Isadora rushes up to me, pulling me off to that breakfast we promised to share.

  “Twins!” Isadora is always radiant, but she really does that special glow. “Well, two men, two babies, that seems to have worked out rather nicely,” I say, narrowing my eyes to look at Isadora like I’m dead serious.

  We both make it all of three seconds before we burst out in laughter.

  “Yes, yes it is,” Isadora says. Her hand smooths over her stomach that, despite how early in the pregnancy she is, shows that little swell. A swell of two babies. I hope she has girls – someone like Isadora needs to bring more strong women like her into the world.

  More women who aren’t like her mother, Ileana, was.

  Good riddance.

  Her news is fantastic, and I’m so happy that she asked me to breakfast to discuss it.

  Vincent and Nathan walk into the dining room now and both come to kiss her cheeks. I want stop the furious blushing on my face when I see them but I’m starting to think about Marius.

  Marius and I had sex at Isadora’s wedding, and now Isadora probably got pregnant that night…and I think I did too!

  “If I’m going to tell you all of the dirty details,” I say, my face heating up because her husbands are there, “Do you really want me to do it right now, in front of them?”

  “Elinor,” Isadora pours me a cup of tea. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, but I intend to share my own details no matter who is around!” Isadora gets this wicked grin on her face. I’m honestly just so thrilled that she’s so happy.

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nbsp; “I don’t mind sharing.” That’s true. I noticed that since Isadora got betrothed, she’d been downright frisky in public. When Marius dropped his hand beneath the table at the wedding during the first dance and fingered me…well, I realized I sorta have an exhibitionist streak, two. Who’d have thought?

  Nathan passes me the sugar bowl. I take some tea with my sugar, and I find it so kind and thoughtful that he’s noticed this. “Marius tells me that he’s going to push off all engagements and appearances tonight because he needs to see you,” Nathan says with a smile. “He’s quite taken with you…do you think we’ll have another palace wedding again soon?”

  Vincent laughs, but not at Nathan, instead with him. They seemed to have ironed out their differences quite nicely. “I had no idea you would be the pushy girl here, Nathan, but it suits you to be happy.” Vincent pours a cup of tea for Nathan. They are definitely getting along better.

  Vincent adds a splash of milk and then stirs his own tea cup now, takes a quick sip, and he’s got this devious smile. “Elinor, we’ll have to steal Isadora’s other thunder and tell you how Nathan and I got caught inside the queen on the beach. The authorities didn’t recognize our details because they were in swimsuits, ‘plain clothes’ can be barely anything then, and they were so embarrassed to have interrupted the queen’s orgasm.” Vincent drinks his tea and dodges a playful swat from Isadora.

  “You get that I suppose if I get to blurt out about the twins,” Isadora says, returning her hand to her lap. “Yes, I was sandwiched between their laps and up in the air a little so as to avoid sand, and I fear that I couldn’t be bothered to be quiet when Nathan and Vincent started to put both their hands on my clit. The overwhelming sensation was totally worth a royal scream or two,” Isadora says, drinking her tea with a wide grin on her face.