Beauty and Her Beastly Love (Passion-Filled Fairy Tales Book 2) (6 page)

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.”

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.”

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.”

Beast reached a furry hand out and brushed a stray auburn hair from Beauty’s face. “It certainly did help you. I think it proved quite useful.”

Beauty laughed, and thought back to their sex earlier. It had been extraordinary. She blushed and closed her eyes, reliving when he plunged deep inside her for the first time. The shock, at his size, at the sensation, at the ripples of pleasure that passed through her in that moment. She opened her eyes, shook her head. “You’re the one who proved quite useful.”

He smiled lasciviously, “I do know a thing or two,” he said, pulling her toward him. “So, this Giselle, she bought them at a book shop?” he said, wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling at her neck.

Beauty pulled back. “I have no idea,” she said, laughing. “Why do you care? How did you come by them?”

Beast shrugged. “They were in the library. But, they seem to be rare editions, and given how Catholic the area is, they don’t seem to be something the local minister would encourage young maidens to read or be happy that Giselle was showing them around.”

Beauty nodded. “You’re right,” she said. “I was quite surprised anyone published them. This Ferus Lucunditas can’t be popular with the church where he lives. Though, maybe he’s a pagan and doesn’t care.”

Beast frowned. “A pagan?” he asked. “Because he enjoys telling love stories that include all the parts — stories that tell in detail how a man should love a woman, and how she might love him — he must be a pagan?”

Beauty raised an eyebrow. “You’re right, but people generally, they just don’t talk about it. And it’s just that I was frightened to read it when I first got it, when I first saw what it was. Giselle just told me to keep it private, to only read it at home. My father saw the cover a couple of times, but because it’s so nondescript, he never really took much notice of it. Thankfully. So, Mr. Lucunditas must be very brave, or it’s a nom de plume.”

“It is,” Beast said, matter of factly. “It’s Latin. Ferus means Ferocious, and Lucunditas means Pleasure. It is a book of ferocious pleasure.”

Beauty opened her mouth in a little O, a look that turned Beast on, immensely. He could feel the blood flowing to his lower region. He pulled Beauty toward him, and kissed her. His hands found her ass, and cupped them through the layers of clothing. He wondered why women wore so many layers of clothing — chemises, petticoats, skirts, corsets. It might be easier if she walked around naked. Though, if she walked around naked, they would spend their days doing nothing but what he planned to do with her now.

He ripped the layers of her skirts and petticoats right off her. She pulled back, looked up at him, as if shocked. “Is this you being ferocious?” she asked, licking her lips, he was sure with the goal of turning him on, further.

“Yes,” he growled lowly. “If that’s alright with you.”

She took a step back, naked from the waist down. She walked away from him, over toward the sofa in a corner. She sat down with her book as if she intended to read, but it was clear she had no intention of reading. She reclined, lying on her back, popping the book open randomly to a page, then spread her legs so he could see her wonderful pink lips that already appeared to be moist. She asked coyly, “And if I said it wasn’t alright?”

Beast came toward her, closing the distance quickly. He looked longingly at her open legs, focusing on the curly brown hair between them. He touched the area gently with his fingers, feeling the hair that was already moist at the lips of her opening. He breathed heavily and stared at her. “Then I would stop,” he said. “If you said it wasn’t alright with you, then I wouldn’t continue.”

Beauty frowned, and began to unbutton her corset. “You, Beast, have a wealth of self-control,” she said.

He shook his head. “Not as much as you think, but I make efforts to respect your wishes, even when you’re toying with me.”

She smiled. “I’m sorry,” she said, raising an eyebrow as she slipped the corset off, then pulled the remains of her tattered chemise over her head. “I am not toying with you. I want you to be ferocious with me. I want to feel ferocious pleasure.”

“As you wish,” he said, then buried his face in her breast, suckling them. He grabbed her derriere harshly, squeezing the buns tightly. Not too tight as to cause pain, but enough grip to be noticed. She moaned, “Oh.”

He bent down and placed his face between her legs. He licked the inside of her thigh, and she moaned. Then he grabbed both thighs with his hands and pressed them back further, giving him more room. He slid his tongue into her, licked the side of both lips, and then used his tongue to tickle her sweet spot. He heard her breathe out another, “Oh,” and did it again. Her legs tightened around his head, and he slid his tongue down her lips. Then, he darted it inside her, slid it round, and listened to her moan, feeling her body shudder with delight. He kept it up until she grabbed the top of his head and said, “I need you in me.”

He withdrew his head from her crotch and gently flipped her over so she was on her knees. She seemed surprised but didn’t verbalize any objections. He looked down at her perky ass, the round cheeks so perfect and slightly red from where he’d squeezed them. He rubbed her bum with his palm, then leaned all the way forward, so his face was near hers, and licked her neck, his tongue tracing its way down her back. He slid a finger inside her, the warm moistness immediate and pleasant. He used the lubrication to rub, to rub that little area that so turned her on when he massaged it. He heard her moan, an octave higher than before. The moisture kept coming, and she got louder, so he withdrew his finger and slid in his penis. She gasped and then let out a yelp of pleasure as he pushed further in. He gave a hard thrust, and she said, “Dear God.”

“Are you alright?” he asked.

A ragged breath escaped her, followed by, “Yes.” She moaned, “Don’t stop.”

He wasn’t sure he could stop if he wanted to. He pushed again, hard, causing her butt cheeks to jiggle. Beauty was on all fours, so he reached underneath and grabbed her breasts and squeezed gently as he thrust harder and faster. With every thrust, Beauty gave a breathy, joyful shriek. He watched the muscles of her back tense and contract with the thrust, and her hair shake, thumping against her neck and back in the same rhythm as his thrusts. He could feel her contracting tighter around his massive cock, could feel her body readying itself to orgasm, to shudder and convulse in pleasure, and he wanted to come with her.

His hairy fingers played with her nipples now, and she moaned louder. He pushed once and then exploded inside her. The release felt good, and he smacked her ass and smiled. “Was that ferocious enough pleasure for you?” he asked as he pulled out of her.

She flipped over, a smile of pure delight on her face. “More than enough,” she said, and then he curled up on the sofa with her. He wrapped his arms around her, and soon they both fell asleep.