Beauty and Her Beastly Love (Passion-Filled Fairy Tales Book 2)

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by Rosetta Bloom


  Beauty hadn’t realized it, but she had a stubborn streak. Her father had always been kind and generally willing to yield, so she hadn’t exercised that streak. But, with Beast, she felt the need not to give in, not to yield. It was something she’d never really felt before with others. She wondered if it was the house causing this, or something about Beast himself. Some reason she wanted to seem unyielding to him. Or maybe that was just it. She wanted to yield to him. She wanted to yield to his every desire, but she was afraid to tell him. Afraid what he’d think of her if she acquiesced to his desires so soon. Yes, they were natural desires, but, despite what she’d read from Mr. Lucunditas, she’d also heard the other girls talk about being coy, mastering the chase, and not making yourself too available. Though, this was all talk of finding a suitor, one who might petition your father for your hand. Beauty hadn’t gotten to see these girls often, for she hadn’t gone into town much, so maybe the snippets of conversation she’d heard had been wrong or out of context or misconstrued.

  She wasn’t sure what she was doing. She was here with Beast. Forever. But the fact that he had given her a choice, a choice of whether he could touch her, a choice of whether she wanted to be his wife, made her think she shouldn’t choose too quickly. That she should pause and not give into desires immediately. If you were given a choice in something, it was wise to weigh all the options, to figure out what the best one was.

  Perhaps that was it. Perhaps that was why she was so reluctant to say yes to Beast, so angry when he invaded her dreams. It was as if he were rushing her in a choice that had to be hers. He was trying to seduce her into choosing him, when she needed to make her choice separate from the seduction. The other problem was, she wanted to be seduced. But, perhaps that was the rub of it all. Perhaps that was why she hated it so. She had no choice. Her only choice had been whether to come here at all or to let Beast kill her father. Did it matter if she said she’d be his wife or not? If he came to her in dreams, the way he had the other night, soon she would let him take her. She already wanted it.

  Beauty shook her head and sighed. She was sitting in a chair not far from the fireplace in the main room. She wanted a book. Something funny. A moment later, a book appeared on the table next to her. She picked it up, and then heard a noise. She turned to see that Beast had walked in. He stared at her a moment, and she wondered if he would turn around and walk out. That is what he had done the past several days.

  “I’m sorry,” she said, before he could walk out. “I shouldn’t have accused you of lying, and I should have believed you when you said you didn’t invade my dream on purpose.”

  A look of relief swept his animal face, his snout looking less tight, and the change it produced made him seem less animal, more human.

  “I accept your apology,” he said, walking closer to her, then finally sitting in a chair across from her. “I shouldn’t have behaved so childishly the past few days because my feelings were hurt. You don’t know me. So, I shouldn’t have expected you to believe me.”

  “You’re right,” Beauty said, running her fingers across the book in her hand. “I don’t know you, and if we’re going to be here together, in this house, on the grounds, I should get to know you. We should get to know each other.”

  Beast nodded.

  “Honestly,” Beauty added.

  Beast frowned, and squished his eyebrows together. “I haven’t lied to you,” the Beast said.

  Beauty took a deep breath. “I imagine you haven’t. But, I’ve lied to you, sort of.” Beast looked surprised, as if he couldn’t imagine Beauty lying about anything. “I’ve been pretending I don’t want to try having relations with you, that it’s been all you, all you invading my dreams and lusting after me,” she said, pausing, not sure she wanted to admit the truth, but feeling obligated to tell him, since she’d said she’d be honest. “I … I do want you. I’m just afraid. I’ve never been with a man before. And you’re, you’re,” she looked at him and realized she couldn’t say a beast, nor could she say a man. “You’re more than a man. You’re different, and it frightens me to say yes to something I have no idea about with someone who is so unlike anyone I’ve ever met or read about.”

  Beast leaned forward, took her hand. “I know it must be frightening to be in this situation, with someone like me, but I promise you, I will be gentle with you. Like in the dream.”

  “And if we did that, my choice would be made?” Beauty asked. “I would be your wife.”

  Beast smiled, and shook his head. “You would have what you wanted if we were intimate, but you would only be my wife if you wanted to be.”

  “So, being with you in the bedroom wouldn’t mean we were married?”

  Beast sighed. “No. Marriage is about a true, uniting love. Only if we had that, would we be married.”

  Beauty nodded, looked deep into his brown eyes, leaned in and kissed him. The electricity she felt was immediate when her lips touched his, like a bolt of lightning had run through her. His mouth opened and his tongue slid in, their breath mingling together, causing Beauty to feel tingly all over. She pulled back, breathless. It had been a good kiss, and she’d hardly noticed the furriness of his face during it. He was a beast, but he was gentle in so many ways. She stood and turned to leave the room.

  Beast stood, confused. “Where are you going?”

  She turned back to him. “We,” she said, elongating the eeee, “are going upstairs, and you are going to help me experience the passion I’ve only read about until now.”

  Beast’s lips parted as if in shock. “Right now?” he said, more statement than question.

  Beauty quirked her ruby red lips up into a smirk. “Unless you have another pressing engagement you must attend to.”

  Beast strode toward her, shook his head. “No,” he said, lifting her off her feet and carrying her up the stairs. “I’ve got hours and hours of free time.”

  Beauty blushed, not sure she could handle that, but gladly willing to try.

  Chapter 11

  Unwilling to put Beauty down to open the door, Beast kicked it open, the door swinging precariously on its hinges and smacking the wall behind the door.

  He carried Beauty to the bed, and laid her gently in the center of the bed. He climbed on top of her, just as she had remembered it from the dream, straddling her, and bent over toward her corset. She anticipated him leaning over, gently biting off each button. But, this time he didn’t. He took his massive hands, grabbed each side of the corset and ripped it apart.

  She looked at the tattered corset, feeling slightly alarmed. “I thought you were going to be gentle,” Beauty said.

  “I will be gentle with you,” Beast said, smiling. “But not with your clothing.”

  Beauty found the thought of him shredding her clothes so he could get to her more quickly incredibly sexy. She loved the passion and the expediency of it. It was even practical, as she was fully dressed, wearing a chemise under the corset, as well as a petticoat, and skirt. If Beast lingered as long as he had in the dream with every strap and button … well, she didn’t think she could wait that long. He ripped open her chemise, then tore open her skirt with his teeth. He seemed to need her right now, and was moving at an inhuman speed to accomplish that, for Beauty was now naked, less than a minute after he’d ripped off her corset.

  Then he pulled his own clothes off. In a couple of swift motions, he was naked, and she couldn’t help but be dazzled as she looked at him. Yes, he was furry, but he was still like a man in so many ways. He had nipples protruding from his chest, from all that hair. You could tell he was strong, by the muscular arms and toned abdomen. And then of course, there was the piece de resistance, the thing she’d not seen on a real, live actual man: a penis. She’d seen them on farms animals, pigs and bulls. But not on a man, yet he wasn’t really quite a man, Beast. His cock was flesh colored, probably the color of his skin beneath all his fur, and it was long and thick like a cucumber. She could tell it was hard and ready to pump, and the sight of
it made her wetter with anticipation. Part of her wondered if she’d be able to accommodate it because it seemed so big. But, the other part of her looked forward to trying, looked forward to seeing how well he fit inside her.

  Beauty licked her lips. Beast stared at her, focusing on her breasts, round and plump with pink nipples and slightly darker areola. She watched as he took his pointer finger and traced it across both nipples, ringing around the areola. She watched as her nipples grew in size, hardening. His fingers slowly left her breasts, tracing down the center of her belly, down further, to her abdomen, and then through the thick, curly auburn hair of her ladyhood. The hair was a little darker than the hair on her head, and he seemed to be staring at it. Beauty’s legs had been shut, her thighs touching, but Beast slid his hand into the area, and she instinctively popped them open, so he could get access.

  He traced his finger through her hair and down into her opening. She watched him, a smile on her lips the whole time, until he slid his thick finger in her. That’s when she closed her eyes and embraced the pleasure. She was already slick with wetness, and the feel of him as he slid a finger inside her was breathtaking. She gasped and breathed out as the walls of her love contracted around his finger. It was seductive, but she knew it wasn’t all there was. She wanted, more. The more Giselle had told her about. The more Beast had promised in the dream last night.

  As if sensing her desire, Beast withdrew his finger, leaned over and licked her neck. The sensation of his long tongue swiping across her neck caused a tremor of bliss. She breathed out seductively, and it was as if she had ignited a fire within Beast. His mouth seemed to be everywhere, her neck, her breasts, suckling them, teasing her nipples, tracing her belly. His hands were like tentacles, managing to caress her along her sides and back and bottom. It created fantastic sexual pleasure.

  She found herself reaching out to touch him back. Sliding her hands through his furry back, grabbing his bottom. Beast slid his tongue up her neck to her ear, and tickled the inside. She squirmed beneath him and moaned. Beauty wanted him. Now. “I want you,” she whispered in his ear.

  With that, Beast slid himself into her. The sensation of fullness overwhelmed Beauty, and she cried out. “Are you alright?” he asked.

  She nodded. “Don’t stop,” she begged. Beast pushed inside her, first soft, gentle motions, in and out, in and out, and Beauty enjoyed the steadiness of the motion. It was relaxing and exhilarating at the same time. He kissed her neck, sucking and nipping at it, the sensations coupled with him inside her sending her into a tizzy, the waves of pleasure practically overwhelming her. Then, he started to move faster, still steady, but faster and faster, Beauty’s pleasure heightening beyond what she’d thought even possible. Her back ground into the mattress, and he grabbed her ass cheeks, while he pressed his hips tighter to her with each thrust. Her ragged breathing increased to keep time with his thrusts, each one building on her enjoyment, each one heightening her closer to climax. Beauty wrapped her legs tighter around him, pulling him deeper into her, enjoying his powerful motions, not sure she could endure such excitement for much longer. Then she came, the waves of the orgasm overwhelming her. She could feel him finish, too, a final long thrust that ended with her feeling his warmth release into her.

  Beast kissed her on the mouth, and looked into her eyes. It was as if he was trying to say something but he didn’t. He pulled out, and lie next to her, wrapping a furry arm around her and pulling her close to him. “Did you enjoy that?”

  Beauty almost laughed. “Of course I did,” she giggled. “It was better than anything I could have imagined.”

  Chapter 12

  Beauty lay in Beast’s arms, relishing the afterglow of her experience. She’d never enjoyed anything so much in her life. Beast’s arms were warm and cozy. When she first met Beast, she thought his fur would be scratchy and unpleasant in intimate situations, but it was amazingly soft and comforting. She was happy, and it surprised her. She had been so ambivalent when she came to this manor. Coming here was something new, so there was intrigue, but she had also been very worried. Worried that he would be a brute, that she would be made a slave to his sexual whims. But, that didn’t seem the case. Yes, they’d only been together this once. Well, once if you counted today. She wondered if she could count the dreams, too. She still wasn’t sure what the dreams meant. How the house could cause them to share dreams.

  It was odd, though, that Beast didn’t know. “How long have you lived here?” she asked him, tracing her fingers over the fur of his chest.

  His body tensed beneath hers, and he shifted slightly. “Seven years,” he said softly.

  “And you’ve always lived here alone?”

  He nodded, and stroked her arm. “Why so many questions, Beauty?”

  She looked up at him, his brown eyes looking more than just curious, perhaps a hint of trepidation in them. She smiled reassuringly. “I was just curious,” she said, running her fingers around his nipple and tracing it down his belly, past the divot that was certainly his belly button, and resting her hand on his cock. She could feel it start to stiffen, and she grinned at him. She liked having the ability to make him hard, just with her touch. She realized she was losing her train of thought. She’d wanted to know about his life before she came. “You said you’d always lived here alone, so I wondered how long that was. If you’d lived here with your parents and had them show up in a dream like we had the other night, that might have been awkward.” She slid her hand around his penis, then kissed his furry chest.

  He grinned back at her. “Yes, very awkward,” he said, watching Beauty. She kept her eyes on him as she slowly kissed her way down his torso, his chest first, then his belly down to his waistline until she hovered over his erection, breathing warmly over it, hoping to tease him with the eventual pleasure that would envelop his hard man piece.

  His cock was warm and solid, as Beauty slid her hand around its base. She tipped her head downward, sticking out her tongue slightly, and licked the rim of it. Beast moaned in pleasure, and she smiled as she heard it, knowing she was in charge of his pleasure at the moment. She had control. She put just the tip in her mouth, rolling her tongue around it, while her hand traveled to his ball sac. She used her fingertips to gently massage the area, and took more of his huge cock in her mouth. She wouldn’t be able to fit the whole thing in — she’d choke to death — but she did her best to get as much as she could. She mimicked the motion of intercourse, in and out, in and out, making sure her mouth was well lubricated. She actually enjoyed the taste of him. His cock was a bit earthy and rugged, just like him. The skin was smooth and supple, and felt so pleasant against her tongue. She heard him grunt with pleasure and picked up the speed of her motion. She wanted him to feel the same type of pleasure he’d given her. So, she rocked with him and teased his testicles with her fingers, and soon he exploded in her mouth. It was salty and sticky, not the most pleasant taste, but she swallowed, figuring that was the most expedient thing to do.

  When she was finished, she lifted her head and winked at him. “How was that, big guy?”

  “Better than I’d even imagined,” he said, mimicking her earlier statement. He grabbed hold of her and pulling her up so her face was level with his. Then he kissed her on the lips. “What can I do for you?”

  She shook her head. “Nothing right now. I’m exhausted,” she laughed. “Frankly, you’ve done too much for me today already.”

  Beast rolled his eyes.

  “If you want,” he said. “We could go for a walk in the garden, or we could read together. I know you like Ferus Lucunditas. But, there are other books in the library, I’m sure we could enjoy.”

  Beauty sat up, startling Beast. “Wait, did you say there was a library?”

  Beast looked at her, confused. “Yes,” he said. “I’ve seen you reading books. Where have you been getting them, if not the library?”

  She frowned. “It’s an enchanted house. I’ve been asking for them, books I’ve read before
, books I’d heard about but never read. Then they’d just appear. I had no idea there was a library.”

  Beast laughed. “Well, if you’ve got enough strength left, I’ll be glad to show you the library.”

  Chapter 13

  Beauty was ecstatic to see the library. She loved books, and seeing so many — thousands upon thousands, probably tens of thousands — filled her with joy. The room was at the back of the house and had ceilings that were at least 20 feet high and shelves as tall.

  The room smelled lovely, too, of ink, crisp paper and wax. She loved this room. She didn’t know how she had missed it. She walked over to a shelf in the far corner, for she recognized those books immediately.

  “You found Ferus,” Beast said, strolling casually behind her.

  Beauty pulled a volume off the shelf. “Yes,” she said, examining the leather-bound book in her hand. She looked at the volume number: 17. “I don’t think I’ve read this one.”

  Beast watched her, the book looking so lovely in her hand. “And how did a sweet girl like yourself happen to come across these books?”

  Beauty laughed. “Oddly enough, my tutor brought them to me. Giselle said that the prospect of womanly duties in a marriage might be frightening to me, especially since my mother was dead and I would have no one to explain them to me. She said the books might help me to understand, to anticipate.”

 

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