Isabella and the Beast (5 page)

Authors: Audrey Grace

Tags: #A Fairytale Erotica of Beasts and Breeding

BOOK: Isabella and the Beast

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Isabella sighed. Her eyes became heavy. She could barely open them.

She felt the beast move, felt him slip out of her, felt her body tremble at the sensation, and felt a thick, sticky liquid dribble out of her. She heard the beast climb off the bed, but Isabella slipped into a sleep before she could open her eyes to see where the beast was going.

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When Isabella awoke, her room was flooded with daylight. She didn’t move, but instead roamed her eyes around what she could see. The window, a tapestry, and it looked somehow different, as if it had been cleaned in the night. Perhaps it was just the sunlight.

She turned over, looking around the room. Everything looked different. Everything looked shinier, cleaner, as if it had been restored to new condition. And when she completed her turn, she saw there lying in the bed next to her a…
a man!

She scrambled out of the bed, clutching the blanket to her, covering her body. “Who are you?” she demanded of the man, and as she stepped back, pulling the sheets off him, she saw that he was naked.

And still fast asleep.

“Hey!” she shouted, and the man’s head jerked, and his eyes opened. He groaned before lifting himself up off the bed. Isabella saw the man’s body, sculpted and muscular, and as he turned toward her, eyes narrowed at the sunlight flooding in from behind her, she saw that he was a handsome man.

“What?” he asked.

“I said, who are you?”

“Who am I?” the man asked, puzzled. He glanced down at his hand and his eyes widened, and he let out a wild laugh that lasted for minutes. He kept on looking at his body, at different parts of it, marveling at his arms and legs.

“Thank you,” he whispered intensely, looking at her.

“I-I don’t understand.”

She followed his gaze to her belly, and she put a hand to it. It all clicked.
He
was the beast!

“It worked?” she murmured.

“It worked.”

“I’m… I’m going to have a baby?”

“Our baby, yes.”

“Will be he like—”

“No, and how do you know it is a he?”

“I don’t… I don’t believe this.” Isabella rubbed her belly absently as she stared at the handsome, muscled, and completely naked man in front of her.

He grinned at her, and she saw his manhood, long and thick and hardening.

She felt an itch, an ache, a yearning; something familiar.

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On behalf of all erotica authors, I would like to thank you for supporting the genre. It is hugely popular, immensely diverse, and is filled with myriad examples of great writing, and yet it is rarely afforded the privilege of shelf space (and in the virtual sense, too!). Your patronage is what allows us to keep doing what we love.

For that, I am eternally grateful.

I hope you enjoyed this story at least as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please feel free to send me feedback in any way, shape or form.

If you are comfortable doing so, leaving a truthful review (so that means negatives, too!) would not only help me with my craft, but it would also give me direction on what to write next.

Thank you - AG.

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About the Author

Audrey Grace is the pen name of a thirty-something traveler who has followed her father and his job around the world. A rebellious tomboy in her teenage years, Audrey first discovered her love of scribbling smut with an erotic short story written for class when she was fourteen. It was titled
The Erotic Adventures of Hercules
and earned her an appointment with the principal.

Having lived in Australia, Canada, China, Hong Kong, Japan, and the United Kingdom, smut (and traveling) have always been Audrey’s one consistent. Blessed with a hyperactive sex drive, it’s the one thing she just can’t stop doing. Audrey is currently based in Melbourne, Australia, but she won’t stay there for long!

www.AudreyGraceErotica.com

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Bonus Material

Check out this sneak peak of Audrey Grace’s revenge-sex erotica novelette, While She Was Sleeping:

While She Was Sleeping

By Audrey Grace

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Jasmine, niece of John's ex-wife, is staying the weekend with him. He's dreading it. She demands he take her out to a club, and when they arrive home, she's a wreck. She teases and torments John before passing out. John decides it's time she gets her comeuppance... while she is sleeping.

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She was out, fast asleep, lost in the land of dreams.

“Fucking… cunt…,” she murmured again.

“So you’re a sleep talker,” I whispered at her. “Are you dreaming of me? Of being nasty to me? Do you like to swear at me? Did you really want me to fuck you tonight, or were you just having fun at my expense?”

I watched as she stirred a little.

“Shh, shh,” I whispered unnecessarily.

I slipped the tip of my finger into one side of her low cut top, and pulled it slowly so that it hooked on her hard nipple. God, I thought, my mind instantly awash with multiple thoughts. Her nipples were hard? Was she cold? Or was it something else? Could it be something else, given that she was lights-out?

That was when I realized something else. She hadn’t worn a bra to the club! Why hadn’t I noticed earlier?

I licked my fingers, warming them in my mouth for a while, and brought them slowly down to her erect nipple, rolling it, pinching it, tweaking it, and pulling it. At first my touch was light, tender, ginger. I was waiting for that sign that this was a bad idea, that she
would
wake, that she would respond to my touches.

But she didn’t.

And as time passed, my courage grew. Soon I was pinching her nipples quite hard, pulling at them so that her breast rose, and its roundness momentarily peaked into a pyramid. I let her breast fall, and it bounced off her chest before settling.

“Fuck,” I whispered, freeing my cock through the flap of my shorts, bringing my balls out too, slowly stroking my turgid shaft, feeling the snaking veins, tracing them with my finger. They were bulging, throbbing. My heart was racing, as if struggling to force more blood into my aching penis.

She really wasn’t going to wake up, was she? I could hardly believe it, I could hardly stop myself from laughing.

I looked down at myself, seeing the glistening drops of pre-cum forming at my tip, seeing them sparkle like jewels to the flashes of the television.

I took a drop of pre-cum on my finger and smeared it softly on Jasmine’s lips. She stirred a little, and I froze, but she settled quickly, mumbling something unintelligible.

Her eyes were moving quickly beneath her closed lids. It was as if she was watching a tennis match in fast-forward.

She was definitely dreaming.

I took another drop, and again smeared it on her lips. I slowly stroked myself, waiting for more of my own natural lubrication, waiting for the sweet and salty fluid to work its way up my rigid cock, to bead on my bell. I took it off again, shivering slightly at the sensation, feeling my nerves tingle as I touched the tip with my finger. This drop went on her nipple, and I slowly massaged it into her areola, feeling the small bumps, feeling an extremely light dusting of hair.

“Cunt…,” she mumbled.

“What a good idea,” I whispered wickedly. My head was whirling and I felt dizzied by what I had just done, but I knew that I couldn’t stop myself. There was more in store.

There was no turning back now. It was as if I had given myself over to something carnal inside me, something that utterly lacked socialized human inhibition.

It was a transformation into something monstrous.

I looked down the length of Jasmine’s body. She looked good; slim and athletic. The girl’s figure really had filled out nicely. Her hips were generous, her thighs, too. She wasn’t just a stick. She had some meat on her. It was beautiful, gorgeous. I just wanted to eat her up, get her whole body in my mouth at once.

I wondered, idly, how she managed to maintain a figure like that partying and drinking all the time. Her calves were well shaped, like rhombuses, with points of angular muscle visible, tapering downwards to slim ankles.

Her thighs were thick and powerful looking. She looked like she could squeeze a man to death with those thighs. I chuckled quietly. I half-wished I could be between those thighs, with her gripping me, begging for more.

But, of course, that wasn’t going to happen tonight. No, tonight it would be something far more heinous.

I let myself admire Jasmine’s body for longer. Her feet were small and a little wide, and I wondered what sports she played. Was it volleyball? Picturing her in those tight little spandex shorts… pre-cum was practically dripping off my penis.

“You’re hot for a bitch,” I whispered to her. “But then again, the bitches usually are.”

Wickedness, cruelty, it all seemed to coarse through me, as if it had replaced the blood in my veins. I felt overtaken by it, and found myself wanting to do things to Jasmine, wanting to take from her, rob from her, and all without her knowing.

It was sinister, and I dared to imagine that it might even be a little evil, but she had earned her comeuppance. It was time to equalize the score.

It was time to get even.

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