Beauty and the Beast
An Erotic Short Story
By
S. Devlin
Beauty and the Beast
Copyright © 2012 by S. Devlin
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Towers looming above the tree line like the peaks of a desolate mountain signaled both the end of a long journey and quite probably the end of Bella’s life. The great forest was growing dim and a harsh chill crept into the air. For nearly two days, Bella had been riding on the back of the red mare who was taking her to the home of the Beast. The mare was fidgety and unaccustomed to being ridden; it acted more like a princess and less like a beast of burden.
Still, the first day of the journey had been surprisingly pleasant. The uneven forest floor provided Bella with the bumps and bounces she most relished while riding. She spent the day with a familiar warmth rising from between her legs which spread throughout her body as she rocked herself on the saddle. When Bella’s breathing became heavy the horse seemed to encourage the sensations and often took to trotting, propelling Bella over the edge with short gentle swivels of her spread hips. But now, Bella’s most sensitive parts were swollen and tender to the touch. All the friction that had been so pleasant the day before now seemed an unbearable torture. The round body of the horse kept her slender legs so far apart that there was no position that would prevent the grinding of the saddle against her mound. With thighs spread by the ever widening gap Bella was convinced that her legs would never close again. But now the dark towers promised relief from the ornery horse, the eerie forest and also from the fevered pink lips of her swollen cleft.
A moss covered arch marked the entrance to the castle’s courtyard. Finely tended rose bushes lined the twisting pathways, snaking around a menagerie of marble statues. Passing the first figure to her right, Bella nearly fell from her horse in surprise. A foot from her face, the bulbous head of an erect penis greeted her at eye level. The grand accomplishment of a towering minotaur; the chin of his bull-head held defiantly high, with one fist on his right hip and the other gripping his member at the base. On the opposite side of the path was the minotaur’s mirror image, with his right fist gripped around a shaft of staggering girth. “Sentries at the gates,” Bella murmured as she ducked under the protruding stone.
Bella’s eyes wandered over the collection of carved perversities and delights. Busty nymphs in the throes of passion being ravished by demonic goat-men; naked, god-like warriors depicted in complicated entanglements, several of the men appearing to penetrate their companions. Beautiful marble women lay on their backs, legs wide, receiving all manner of beasts; the faces of the statues reflecting varying degrees of ecstasy and torment, their stone bodies appearing to writhe in the moonlight.
Suddenly, Bella became aware of her heavy breathing- the only sound in the garden. Her hips had been swiveling of their own accord and her mound was furiously grinding the saddle. Bella had soaked through here flimsy underclothing and she could see her wetness beading down the leather saddle onto the horse’s back. The familiar heat spread up her spine and Bella’s whole body quivered in a jolt of pleasure.
The horse halted in front of a grand fountain, clearly the centerpiece of the erotic garden. Beyond the long dried-out basin, dozens of figures embraced and mounted one another; mermaids and satyrs, well-hung youths and great, twisting snakes; centaurs mounting women and beasts impaling men; not to mention all manner of creatures and half-humans that defied description. Bella sat, panting softly, staring transfixed at the tangle of bodies which seemed to heave and roll.
Slipping from the saddle Bella cautiously moved towards the beckoning scene. She climbed up through a cascade of tangled limbs into the sculpture’s center, coming to rest in the arms of a mermaid who was being taken from behind by a rather fierce looking minotaur. The minotaur used one hand to hold the mermaid by the hair, the other clamped around her tiny wrists at the small of her back; his cock buried inside the maiden. The mermaid’s mouth formed a joyous ‘O’, an invitation for an engorged member in front of her face. This cock belonged to a wolfish creature intent upon entering the stone maiden’s mouth, but Bella had other ideas. Using the wolf’s outstretched arms for support; Bella climbed up and impaled herself on his marble cock. She cried out as the cold stone pierced her dripping cleft. Using her feet against his stone chest Bella propelled herself along the hard, smooth shaft until she came screaming, her body shuddering violently. As Bella slid the cock out of her sopping cunt a pair of yellow eyes looked down upon her from the castle.
Bella used all of her weight to force the heavy doors of the castle open just enough to slip inside before the doors slammed shut behind her. The great stone hall of the castle was dimly lit by a low, dusty chandelier. At the back of the hall loomed an enormous stone staircase leading into darkness. Bella could make out doors to her left and right but the corners of the room nearest the staircase remained in shadow. She took a step forward as a voice boomed…
“That’s far enough.”
Bella’s skin prickled as the voice echoed off the walls. She could see a shape to her left, still hidden in the deepest shadow, the dark mass moved slightly forward.
“Are you the merchant’s daughter?”
“Yes,” she replied, “I am Bella.”
“…the merchant who stole from my garden?
Bella stiffened. “Yes, I told you, I am his daughter.”
“Brace yourself, my appearance may be shocking.”
Indeed it was. Bella’s back hit the doors hard as she scrambled away from the approaching monster. Beast greatly resembled an overgrown wolf on its hind legs, his muscular body covered in black fur. His hideous face was marred by deep angry scars and his mouth gaped, bursting with overlapping fangs of various shades of yellow; all framed by a tangled grey lion’s mane, out of which protruded two twisted goat horns. Beast’s hands, although black and set with claws were distinctly human compared to the rest of his wretched body. In spite of his menacing visage, Beast’s tale was wagging.
Then Bella saw the part of Beast she feared most. Between his wolf legs, Beast’s massive black cock stood at full attention. Thicker than Bella’s arm and nearly the same length; its black tip bulbous and glistening. Two huge testicles, much larger than Bella’s fists, swung loosely behind. Bella gulped and began to cry.
Sensing her terror, Beast took a step back and gestured to the staircase. Obediently Bella came forward and followed Beast up the stairs. At the landing they turned left down a dark and filthy hallway. The sound of Beast’s claws clicking on the stone and Bella’s muffled crying echoed off the walls.
“I am…” growled Beast, “grateful that you have come to stay with me.”
Bella merely nodded.
“I hope you will be happy here.”
“Where are we going?” she asked after a long silence.
“I am taking you to bed.”
With this, Bella’s sobs renewed and tears flooded her face. She could feel her cunt tighten in protest and revulsion, a night with Beast would surely kill her. Bella’s body began to shake.
Beast signaled for Bella to halt by placing his great black hand on a nearby door. It swung open to reveal a moonlit room with a giant white bed at its center. Turning to Bella, Beast gave her his best attempt at a smile- it terrified her. Paralyzed, Bella looked up at Beast while attempting not to scream.
“This is your room Bella,” Beast whispered, “I hope you like it.”
“My room…” she replied.
“May I join you?”
Bella was shocked. “Do I have a choice?”
Beast bowed his head in shame. “Of course, you have a choice,” he sounded sincere, “I would never-”
“No,” Bella’s voice cut across him, “I do not want you to join me!”
With that, Bella slammed the door and turned the brass key in its lock. She waited with her heart thumping, forehead against the rough door, listening for the sounds of Beast’s withdrawal. A muffled sigh preceded the scrape of Beast’s claws on the stone floor which grew fainter as he proceeded down the dark hall. Every muscle in Bella’s body instantly relaxed. Exhausted, she made her way to the canopied bed.
Bella sunk into the feather mattress and within minutes she fell deeply asleep. For hours the room was soundless and still, except for the occasional gust of wind that slipped through the window and caused the dust to swirl on the floor. Quite suddenly, in the midst of all that quiet, Bella’s eye lids slammed open and without moving she looked from side to side. Her heart began to race and she could hear her own pulse thumping in her ears, drowning out the silence and filling the room. Thump, thump, thump. Bella lay on her bed paralyzed with fear. Someone was in her room.
Thump, thump, thump. Bella barely breathed as she listened for the smallest sound; watched for the slightest movement in the pitch black around her. Then she heard it: a short intake of breathe. Tears sprang to her eyes as she opened her mouth and braced herself to scream. But instead of sound, the room filled with a warm light. A single bright flame burned into the darkness. In front of the rough door, key still turned within the lock, stood a beautiful man holding a candle, a faint smile on his perfect lips and blue eyes burning brighter than the candle. He took a step forward and Bella winced. His left hand shot up, palm facing her.
“Do not be afraid,” he whispered, “Much like yourself, I am a prisoner here.”
He took another step closer to the foot of Bella’s bed. She shot up, pulling the covers to her chin in a feeble bid for protection.
“How did you get in here?” Bella gasped.
“This castle has many secrets,” he took another step towards her; “I make it my business to know them.” He rested his hand on the footboard.
Bella pulled her legs to her chest and began to cry in earnest.
“What do you want?”
The man’s face fell, looking positively heartbroken he jerked backwards and away from the bed.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I did not think… I only wanted to meet you. It has been so long since…”
His voice trailed off into the darkness and his eyes fell to the floor. Bella felt a stab of pity for the mesmerizing stranger.
“Who are you?”
The man looked up at her gratefully and gave Bella the most beautiful smile she had ever seen. He took a careful step forward while running his delicate fingers through his dirty blonde hair.
“I am a prince imprisoned here as punishment for a mistake I made long ago.”
“Who keeps you here?”
“I keep myself here,” he took another step forward; “I mean… this place is cursed, and I cannot leave.”
Bella considered Prince’s words as he approached the foot of her bed. This time, as his hands came to rest on the footboard, she did not recoil. Instead Bella noticed several things glitter on his hands- his nails. At the tip of each of Prince’s sculpted fingers grew a shinning pointed fingernail; too small to be claws but definitely inhuman. Prince caught Bella’s eyes and dropped his hand behind the footboard. Soundlessly, he moved around the edge of the bed, leaving the candle on a table.
Bella lay back and watched Prince hungrily. He was beautiful. His messy blonde hair hung around a pale, sculpted face that reminded Bella of the warriors in the garden. His ghostly pale skin covered a lean muscular body not unlike a predatory animal, powerful and graceful. His shirt hung open, revealing a hard chest and stomach, while his breeches did little to hide a growing bulge.
Bella realized that Prince was leaning over her and his hot hand was caressing her cheek. She gasped as her fear came rushing back.
“What’s going to happen to me?”
“Here in this castle… or now?”
Bella’s breath caught in her throat. “Is he going to hurt me? Beast…”
Prince shook his head like a father amused by a child’s unnecessary fears.
“I promise he will never hurt you, as long as you stay within the castle.”
Prince’s burning lips pressed against Bella’s forehead and her pulse quickened. She could feel her cunt awaken as moisture slipped between her thighs.
“And you,” she gasped, “what do you want?”
“Don’t you know?” His face became a portrait of longing.
Bella inhaled sharply as Prince gently pulled the sheets off her body. With delicate hands, he grasped the edge of her linen night gown and slowly moved the fabric up her shaking legs, stopping just above the knee. Bella’s heart thumped wildly as she watched his blonde head move down towards her exposed flesh. His lips hovered over her legs, exhaling heavily, moving up towards the gown. Prince’s hands moved to the outside of her knees and once underneath, he gripped her delicate legs firmly and pulled them apart, Bella whimpered. She felt an irresistible hunger to enclose this man’s cock inside her watering mouth.
She felt a stab of pain as Prince dug his glassy nails into her soft flesh. Tiny ribbons of blood rolled down her skin and dotted the white sheets; Prince looked up and gave Bella a toothy smile. His nails raked around her inner thighs as he pulled her closer. His lips pressed hers and his tongue forced its way into her mouth. Bella could feel him feverishly tearing the cloth from her body so hastily that hundreds of tiny cuts erupted all over her skin. His hands came up to stroke her face and his shinning nails left specks of blood on her cheeks.
“I know you can save me, Bella.”
“From what?” she managed betweens moans.
“…from the Beast.”
Prince drove his marble-hard cock into Bella’s dripping hole, releasing a guttural moan from deep inside her. She screamed wildly as he drove into her again and again, causing her limbs to thrash and her head to roll in utter abandon. Bella locked her legs around Prince while his hands continued to rove over Bella’s body, leaving trails of tiny cuts and fine streaks of blood. Her own hands clawed at the once pristine sheets in an attempt to brace herself against the man’s vigorous pounding. Just when Bella felt that she could take no more, Prince erupted with a terrible roar and filled her swollen cunt with his hot, sticky cum. Bella wailed.
The heat of Prince’s cum burned Bella’s cleft like a flame. She screamed as the heat intensified and spread throughout her agonized body. As Prince slid his glistening cock out of Bella her hands scrambled over her swollen lips and frantically reached inside to scrape out the fiery liquid. With a look of pure devotion upon his face, Prince stood over her heaving body absently rubbing his still-hard cock. Bella continued to flail on the soiled bed deftly plunging her fingers into her swelling hole. The heat consumed her inside and out, with wild eyes she looked into Prince’s passive blue orbs for comfort- she found none. He simply smiled at her lovingly and pressed his glass-nailed finger to his mouth as a gesture for Bella to quiet. Within seconds Bella’s body went limp and the world went black.
When Bella awoke, the walls of her room were gilded with sunlight. She pushed herself into the sitting position then remembered Prince and shuddered. Bella looked down at the bed expecting to see gruesome evidence of last night’s encounter but the sheets remained spotless. Even her nightgown was pristine. With shaking legs Bella got out of bed and pulled off her gown. Standing in front of the mirror, Bella saw her body completely covered in tiny cuts and scrapes. There was a loud knock on the door.
“Good morning, Bella,” Beast’s voice bellowed. “I have brought you breakfast. May I please come in?”
A surge of panic propelled Bella back into her nightgown. She slammed against the door, and in what she hoped was a casual tone replied,
“Just a moment!”
She turned the key and the door swung open to reveal a hideous creature holding a tea tray, his face contorted into what might pass as a smile but appeared to Bella more like a snarl. Beast’s drool had already begun to puddle in a corner of the tray.
“Please come in.”
As soon as she turned her back, Bella regretted it; Beast growled and rushed upon her. “Your back!” he exclaimed, “You’re bleeding! What happened?”
Bella stammered and could not think of what to say. He shook her, trying to extract an explanation. As he did so, more and more cuts erupted and soon Bella’s nightgown was speckled with her blood. Beast panicked and clawed the nightgown from Bella’s soaking body. Standing there naked, Bella was covered in a mixture of sweat and blood, Beast towered over her screaming.
“What happened? Did you do this to yourself?”
“Someone…” Bella stammered, “Someone else…”
“What do you mean someone else? There is no one else in this castle. No one can get in here!”
The shock lifted and Bella nodded her head in agreement. Perhaps she had dreamed it all. There was no Prince; it was just her and Beast.
After calming down, Beast carried Bella to a marble bath where he lovingly cleaned her body and tended her wounds. With closed eyes, Bella felt Beast’s hands all over her skin and did not shrink away. His touch was surprisingly gentle and comforting, while great care was taken with every inch of her battered body. The balm Beast rubbed into her skin made the tiny slices heal instantly. Although she could not explain it, Bella felt comfortable being so vulnerable in Beast’s presence.
She did not even flinch when, with great delicacy, Beast rubbed the soothing balm into Bella’s aching cunt. With closed eyes her body melted to his touch as he reached between her legs with the tingling salve and massaged her swollen lips. As Bella’s hips began to move into the air and back, she realized that Beast was not massaging her, she was rubbing herself on Beast’s open hand. Bella increased the pressure of her grinding and Beast slipped his fingers inside her sticky-sweet cunt. With eyes still closed, Bella’s hips slammed up and down on the hard marble. She gasped and moaned as Beast’s thick fingers plunged in and out, first one then two… now four. Beast twisted his thick fingers, careful not to scratch the inside of Bella’s bouncing cunt with his claws. Her sweet wetness traveled through his fur as he reached deeper and deeper inside her. Her lips stretched tight around his thick black palm. Bella barely heard Beast’s breathing, though harsh and guttural, as she came in waves of heat and short quick shakes. After she lay still for quite a while, Beast carefully lifted the dazed Bella and carried her back to her room.
Hours later, Bella emerged from her room hungry. Beast seemed to anticipate her every desire and prepared a great feast in the dining room. Much to Bella’s surprise, she truly enjoyed Beast’s company. He was gentle and gracious, he even made her laugh. Beast spent the rest of the day with Bella, showing her around the castle and speaking of its many wonders, while cautiously avoiding questions about himself.
After another fine meal that appeared out of nowhere, Beast escorted Bella back to her room. When they reached her door, Beast bowed and placed a slobbering kiss on the back of Bella’s slender hand. She would have giggled at the sight if she had not been so repulsed. When she turned to enter her room Beast’s voice sent currents through her body.
“Bella, may I please join you?”
Reluctantly Bella faced him and shook her head. Beast’s face crumpled as though he were in pain.
“But earlier today… I thought.”
Bella shook her head and whispered her apologies as she shut the door on Beast and turned the key in the lock. After Beast’s footsteps faded into the night Bella changed and climbed into her bed. Although the thought of his enormous cock both terrified and disgusted her, Bella hated to see Beast so disappointed. After further musings about her captor, Bella fell into a deep sleep only to awaken during the stillest hour of the night.
Bella jerked up into the sitting position, ready to scream when a hot hand clamped over her mouth. Her terrified eyes rounded on Prince’s smiling face and her body went slack. With his hand still over her mouth, Bella looked down wide eyed at Prince’s naked cock, pulsing in his hand. Bella shook her head.
“Why not my dear?” Prince crooned as he released her mouth, “You enjoyed it so much the last time.”
“But afterwards,” she shook her head, “the burning… it was unbearable.”
But Prince was already climbing on top of Bella and lifting her flimsy nightgown. He plunged his burning cock into Bella’s soaking cunt and pumped furiously. This time, the coupling was hurried and intense. Bella could detect more longing than before in Prince’s handsome face, as if he had spent the day missing her. Prince’s clawing became frenzied and Bella screeched as new and deeper cuts appeared all over her flesh, but the intense pleasure of Prince’s thick cock buried deep inside Bella outshone the pain. Bella came again and again, all the while screaming wildly and clawing the sheets. The pleasure Bella felt was so intense; again she felt that she might die.
When Prince came his cock erupted its sticky white lava into the very center of Bella’s cunt. She screeched as her fingers competed to push inside her burning hole attempting to pull out the fiery liquid. Within minutes the world went black.
Months passed this way for Bella, and for the most part she could not be happier. Every morning Beast would wake her in alarm and carry her to the bath. His tender hands wandered every inch of her, healing her, loving her. Beast would give Bella the sweetest release as she lay with closed eyes on the marble floor. The rest of the day Bella and Beast spent together, speaking softly and wandering the castle, but never speaking of their morning ritual. Every night, Beast would request access to Bella’s bed, and every night she would deny him, then Prince would visit Bella’s dreams.
On one particular day, very much like any day, Bella asked Beast if she would ever see her family again. Instantly, Beast’s face fell and with tears in his eyes he asked Bella if she was unhappy. After explaining profusely that she had never been happier and that she truly loved her life with Beast, he made her an offer. If Bella was honestly happy and promised to return and never leave again, she could go visit her family one last time. Bella promised Beast that she would indeed return.
The next morning, Bella sat atop the same red mare who had brought her to the castle so many months before. With tears sliding down his grizzly snout, Beast said his goodbyes and handed Bella a carved hand mirror with a handle shaped like a massive wolf’s paw.
“Thank you.”
“The mirror is enchanted. It will show you anything you ask. That way, if you miss the castle, you may see it in the mirror.”
Bella leaned from the saddle and kissed Beast on his dripping snout; something she had never done before. They both looked at one another surprised.
“I love you, Bella.”
Bella said nothing as she dug her heals into the mare and raced out of the garden.
After two days of riding, Bella reached her home, and was greeted ecstatically by her family. Her father had been inconsolable the months that Bella had been away. Sickened with guilt, he had ventured into the forest on countless occasions but was never able to find the castle. But now that Bella was home, everything could go back to the way it used to be. She was so happy to see her family again that it took Bella nearly a week to tell her father that she would not stay.
“I’m going back.”
“What?” Bella’s father yelled terrified and furious. “You will not go back to that place, with that monster! I will not allow it.”
Bella’s father rushed from the room and a moment later, she heard a door slam. Bella looked out the window and watched the red mare running towards the forest, her father shouting wildly several yards behind. Bella felt like she had been punched in the stomach.
Bella spent hours sobbing into her pillow thinking of the fleeing mare, and longing for Beast. Despite his hideousness, despite his slobber, despite his swollen cock that would surely kill her, Bella loved Beast. Her aching for him revealed what she had denied for many months. Suddenly, Bella remembered the mirror and scrambled under her bed to retrieve her hidden treasure. Once again on the bed, Bella begged the mirror to show her Beast. The glass became milky and then shapes sprang from the mist. Beast was lying on his back in the garden, arms at his sides, engorged cock towards the sky. She asked to see his face which appeared to be sleeping, but the dried salt covering his snout was proof that he had been crying.
Without meaning to do so, Bella’s thoughts wandered to Beast’s gentle hands which appeared before her in the mirror. The mere sight of those hands caused her cunt to stir and Bella clenched her thighs together. The hands that tended her many wounds, the hands that carried her, the hands that gave her the sweetest of releases, she would give anything to feel them now. Bella’s own hands wandered over her body and up her skirt. Her right hand slipped under the flimsy lace and into her warm wetness. Bella watched Beast’s hands in the mirror as she rubbed herself, hips rising and falling. Bella noticed Beast’s claws, saw their glassy shine and sculpted points; they were perfect, too perfect. They were identical to the searing claws of Prince. With a moan, Bella realized the truth… Beast is Prince.
Beast had been fucking Bella the entire time, but only while asleep could Bella see the Prince that he had once been. Overjoyed that her true love had been both her demonic lover and her terrible healer, Bella’s cunt gushed hopefully. Bella stared into the mirror as she worked her fingers in and out of her now soaking hole. Her cunt gaped wider as she pushed in more fingers, and then her thumb. Soon Bella’s fist slid into her sopping hole, but her little fist could not compare to the thick cocks that had been plugging her for so long. Bella wanted more; she wanted Beast’s bulbous black cock to force its way inside her. She looked at the mirror, not the glass where Beast remained motionless, but the handle. The thick carved handle… With both hands gripping the glass, Bella plunged the cold paw into her gaping cunt and shivered with delight. The handle stretched her lips wide as it moved in and out, all the while Bella’s cunt grew warmer. She felt her temperature rise as her hands moved faster and faster; just as she was about to come… thump! Bella landed in Beast’s garden, skirt over her face.
Bewildered and out of breathe, Bella staggered to her feet and saw Beast lying several yards away. Bella called to him as she dropped the mirror and ran to his side. With tears rolling down her smiling cheeks Bella kneeled next to Beast and placed his giant hand against her face. Beast did not move. She dropped his smoldering hand and felt his feverish forehead. On a whim, she gripped his pulsing black cock and snatched her hand back in horror. It burned. Her hand felt as if it had been thrust into a fire.
Bella knew then what she had to do. Bella climbed onto Beast and lowered herself onto his pulsing member. She screamed as the intense heat filled her to the brim and threatened to burn her alive. Impaled, Bella used her legs to push herself up and down his massive black shaft now sticky and dripping from Bella’s cunt. Her lips stretched impossibly tight around Beast’s cock and her hole was filled beyond comfort, but still Bella slid up and down his shaft willingly. As the heat intensified, pain gave way to pleasure and Bella relished the sensation of being filled so completely. As she neared release, Beast began to stir. His eyes flickered, his hips began to undulate and soon his moans accompanied Bella’s. Faster and faster, Bella forced her tight cunt to squeeze Beast’s shaft.
He awoke with a deep growl and grabbed Bella around the waist. In one, quick motion, Beast stood and continued to pump Bella along his cock, deeper and harder than she could possibly stand. Her screams and moans grew louder as Beast slid Bella along his thick black shaft, threatening to cleave her in two. Suddenly, Beast let out a howl and his cock erupted its hot liquid into the thrashing Bella. He collapsed on his back, Bella still impaled upon his throbbing cock.
When she awoke, Bella was surprised to find herself in the garden, even more surprised; Bella realized that her dripping cunt housed a hard pulsing cock. Bella pushed herself up and came face to face with Prince; who was no longer Beast.
“I told you,” he whispered, “that you would save me, Bella.”
Prince’s delicate hands enfolded her face, and as he kissed her, Bella could feel her blood dripping from his nails.
The End