BEAUTY & the BEAST Chapter1 (v4) ( Exotic Story )

//Chapter1: https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1204896

//Chapter2: https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1213637

//Chapter3 alt ending1: https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1295371

//Chapter3 alt ending2: https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1273737

//Bonus Exotic Naughty Artwork:

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By Hazel/StickyScribbles

The weathered farmhouse stood sentinel under the afternoon sun, its white paint catching the shimmering light with a soft glow. Its wraparound porch, adorned with climbing morning glories and worn wooden rocking chairs, whispered of lazy afternoons and laughter echoing through open windows. Nestled behind it, the converted cottage library, its small windows brimming with the promise of adventure, stood as a testament to a father's unending love. A gentle breeze stirred the leaves of the ancient oak tree beside the house, and its shade cast a cool embrace over a hammock swaying gently above a koi pond. The water mirrored the cerulean sky, occasionally rippled by the graceful dance of the brightly colored fish, a shimmering invitation to carefree moments.

Beauty, the youngest of three girls, with her unruly ginger curls, lay nestled within the hay of the farm. The curves of her youth laid bare on the soil. The budding white flowers, tucked playfully behind her ear, were a subtle hint at the romantic fantasies filling her mind. She held a well-worn romance novel, the steamy adventures she had tucked away from her father and sisters since her seventeenth birthday. She had read the novel so many times and could almost recall every erotic scene in each chapter.

The curves of her youth laid bare on the soil, her mounds protruding in slant shape. Her features reaffirmed her name.

The farm, her haven, provided a canvas for her imagination to run wild, each rustling leaf, each chirping bird, a character in her own personal, passionate tale. Suddenly, the gentle symphony of nature was interrupted by the distant whinny of the horses. Beauty, roused from her reverie, realized she'd been lost in her daydream for longer than intended. Just as she rose, the unmistakable figure of her father, Jude, appeared on the horizon. His gait, usually purposeful, seemed slightly weighed down, and his face, etched with the lines of years spent under the sun, etched with a worry she couldn't decipher. A wave of joy washed over Beauty. She dashed towards him.

"Put some clothes on, you silly!" Sloane's voice rang from her bedroom window, reminding Beauty that she was stark naked.

She quickly grabbed an apron in a flurry of laughter at her own forgetfulness. As she drew closer, she noticed a glint amidst the sunbeams reflecting off a foil-wrapped package in his hand. A familiar pang of guilt for requesting no more gifts flickered within her, quickly replaced by the bubbling anticipation of what the package might hold.

Jude, his smile strained at the edges, seemed to struggle to meet her gaze. He'd always used that smile to deflect difficult questions, but Beauty, with her unwavering curiosity, was determined to unravel the mystery behind it.

"Whoa?" Beauty let out as she opened the package. "Roses?" her voice fainted into a whisper. Jude nodded. "Do you like them?"

"But Dad?" Beauty paused. She knew the next words that should slip out of her lips ought to be appreciation, but someone had to say it.

"How much?" Her father patted her on the shoulder, letting out a reassuring smile instead of answering her question. “Do you like them?” he asked again, this time walking with her into the house. Jude, a doting father of three, has a peculiar habit - fulfilling his daughters' wishes, no matter the cost. Jessica, the eldest, recently turned twenty-three and celebrated with a grand party, complete with a pearl medallion as a gift. Three weeks ago, Sloane, the middle daughter, received the same extravagant treatment on her twentieth birthday.

However, Beauty, the youngest, opted for a unique celebration on her nineteenth birthday - a horseback ride on her new steed - refusing any lavish party. Despite Jude's financial struggles and Beauty's pleas for him to be frugal, she couldn't help but notice an abundance of new jewelry he brought back from his latest trip, hinting at his continued extravagant spending.

Rushing to meet him as he stepped into the house with Beauty, Jessica and Sloane were like eager explorers, their eyes scanning for the treasures their father had brought. Their excitement was evident as their jewelry collections grew even larger.

"I'm so sorry, Beauty," Ben started a while later as he realized Beauty hadn’t responded to his question. She had stepped into the kitchen to make him a sandwich as her sisters trotted into the room. "I could only afford..."

"They're stunning, Dad!" Beauty interjected with a warm smile before his sentence ended. She served him his sandwich and admired the fresh roses he had brought again. A pang of concern filled her as she did. She knew their family's financial struggles since their father's boating business sank two years ago.

Unlike Beauty, Jessica and Sloane still clung to their previous extravagant lifestyle, placing an undue burden on their already strained finances.
"Uhm, Dad," Beauty said, still holding the flowers in her hand. “Roses don’t grow in these parts, father.”

She scanned the eyes of the pale looking man. Jude however could only keep his head within his body as he nodded reluctantly to affirm what she had just said.

She couldn’t speak for long. She became instantly mute when her eyes traveled round the living room. Her two older sisters were already peering disgustingly at her. They had always spited her for choosing simplicity over class.

Her inquisitiveness, another attribute about her. She feigned a cough, rushing out to avoid their poisonous venom. Clever Beauty continued her questioning later on, in Jude’s room. Her ceaseless questions stopped only when she forcefully made him confess. She jolted out of his room and panted rapidly as she ran to her room when the truth was finally laid bare to her. “I knew it!” she grumbled. She trod away heavily and couldn’t stop muttering. “Father cannot afford all these luxuries. He could have before his merchant ship perished in the ocean, but not now!”
Her father had made a deal with the devil. There’s no stopping our ruin, she thought.

Her naivety subsequently gave way to a very much disturbed mind; a haunted one at that. She would occasionally shed uncontrollable tears once she remembered what had to be done. For many days, no night passed without her solitary wanderings and grunts around the semidetached house.

Exactly on the sixth day since her father’s return, they had hardly finished dinner when Beauty stood up abruptly and dashed towards the exit of their small farmhouse. “Where are you headed at this time of the night?” Jude asked with a shaky voice. He had avoided conversations with her as well as her sisters before then. He had worked day and night on his farm, venting his frustration on weeding.

“Nowhere, father!” Beauty responded furiously without halting her match. “It’s dangerous out there, girl” Jude yelled continuously as her sisters, Sloane and Jessica, became dumbfounded.

His yells fell absolutely on deaf ears. The distraught Beauty raised and hung her long, strapless robes in her left hand as she paced towards the maize field.

After a fruitless search through the fields, Sloane and Jessica returned to the farmhouse, dejected, and worn out while their breasts dangled helplessly. On their way back, Jude reluctantly explained everything that led to Beauty’s melancholy.

The sixty-one-year-old farmer had enjoyed the hospitality and shelter of a fellow traveler until something innocent turned awkward. Despite Beauty's caution on his lavish spending, he still felt the need to get her something, and almost coincidentally, he noticed something on the vase, placed in the living room.

After all, the wealthy mansion wouldn't miss the absence of a few stands of flowers, he thought.

Unknown to him, the flowers turned out to be magically rare roses. Everything had gone well, until the traveler, a huge fellow who had drapes over his head the whole time unraveled himself. His size, his fury and everything about him were not human. Jude thought the beast was going to eat him, but he was allowed to go on a condition - a guest for his life.

His daughters fumed with rage when he apprised them of the condition the beast gave him before he let him return home. “How could you do that?” Jessica, his eldest daughter lamented endlessly while Sloane’s shock rendered her mute.

Tears rushed down his cheeks as he tried to calm them down with pitiful statements. “I just wanted to make you all happy!” He stated with a trembling voice. Sloane roared loudly after some minutes of muteness. “You are going to leave us father, to live indefinitely in a confinement with a beast. A beast!” She yelled.

Jude sobbed for some seconds, he knew he had to stay back to protect his family, but the beast was determined to hunt him if he didn’t show up as agreed. “It’s only for a short while. He promised to let me go once he is convinced that my debt has been paid.” Jude murmured in bits.

“That’s still indefinite!” Jessica interrupted before he could continue his sympathetic statements. They eventually scrambled to sit at the veranda of their lowly home. Then, Jessica’s short nighties had become wet from her ceaseless sweats, giving room for her nipples to peer distinctly from her round breasts. Sloane’s curvaceous hips were vividly exposed as well, her dress had caught the sharp part of a stake, forcing it to tear beyond her hip region before she could free herself from its entanglements.

Minutes after, a faint figure of the estranged Beauty suddenly appeared just in front of the field they had toiled.

“It’s Beauty!” Sloane exclaimed. Instantly, they summoned whatever strength they had left. Jude and his daughters panted towards the seemingly exhausted lady and swiftly dragged her back to the veranda they had patiently sat. Jude began to plead and confess how sorry he was to have disappointed the family. He cursed and swore never to make such mistakes again, but Beauty remained mute. She finally cleared her throat.

“I’ll go, dad.” Jude’s eyes shone in dismay, but he knew he could not oppose. Eloping the second time was not an experience he would love to witness again. Beauty quickly added afterwards, “I can’t let you leave the family and your farm unattended to.” Jude continued to grumble and curse under his breath. He occasionally urged Sloane and Jessica to convince her to rescind her decision, but all proved abortive. Besides, Sloane and Jessica all seemed content to have Beauty go rather than their father. They would always still have Jude around and get everything they wanted if Beauty took his place.

“I’ll present myself instead. Perhaps the beast would release me sooner.” Beauty groaned as she walked into her chamber slowly. Soon, everyone but Beauty fell fast asleep. She had shut the door to her room and prevented others from entering. She took her time to search through her wardrobe for a dress she assumed would instantly pacify the infamous beast.

“A suggestive dress would indulge him just enough” she soliloquized as she reached deep into the closet. Eventually, she found exactly what suited her imaginations. The skimpy yellow dress had been stripped of its inner linen, leaving everything beneath it bare. “This should make him quiver.” Beauty muttered inwardly.

A smile crept onto her face for the first time in many days. Without further thoughts, she wore the revealing gown on a much more revealing set of undies. Her yellow thong barely covered the lips of her vagina as its tiny strip traveled through the middle of her butt cheeks. Beauty’s matching brassiere did help accentuate her succulent breasts. Her cleavage clearly revealed the edges of her brown nipples too.

She made sure she appeared as seductive as she could and when she was sure she had nailed whatever she had imagined, she limped towards the entrance of the house. She ensured no one saw her leave but she did well to leave a note of her destination behind, promising her father and sisters to return as soon as she could.

Hurriedly, she dashed into their stable, mounted her beloved white horse and rode towards the dreary castle that housed the supposed beast.
As she drew closer, her heart began to pound rapidly. Her father’s description of the burly man had surpassed any form of imagination she could fathom but she charged relentlessly, nonetheless.

Just as she was about to halt her horse by the entrance of the isolated castle, the huge gate split itself open. Her fears doubled but she rode in with the minute courage she had left. “I pray my wits don’t fail me on this one.” She muttered as she steadily dismounted the horse. A voice subsequently reverberated round the entire castle, just as her right foot touched its neatly cut grasses.

“You are welcome, Beauty.” The unknown thick voice chorused. Instead of fear, the deep voice instilled a sense of curiosity in her. She could have asked how he knew his name, then she remembered the tales her father had told her. One of the gifts that came with the beast’s curse was his ability to acquaint himself with events that are yet to occur.

Slowly, with calculated steps, Beauty walked briskly towards a gigantic door. She instantly swung into her seduction tactics. Each step twisted her hips while her breasts juggled up in regular patterns.

“The myths are true,” she confessed to herself. Beauty progressed steadily with her suggestive catwalk as she spilled more appealing statements. “This castle cannot be compared to any other. So are your inexplicable powers.” She iterated, letting her thoughts out unbarred.

As soon as she stepped into the largest hall that housed his ornately carved throne, his beastly appearance startled Beauty. She took several steps backwards as the beast stepped out behind a robust pillar at the rear of the hall. He was semi-naked. The parts of his body that were slightly covered with a leather wrapper were his hips and upper thighs region.

“Just as father described!” Beauty soliloquized in fear. “You need not fear, my lady.” She heard him proclaim subtly when he noticed that she had withdrawn into a shadow in the hall. His charming accent worked its way into her. In some way, she gradually became drawn to him. “His voice is so charming,” she muttered as she stroked her curly hair backwards to stare at the very hairy and muscular being.

Barring his awkwardly deformed head, his physique was astonishing. His firm chest was perfectly carved out with a healthy-looking fresh flesh. “Oh my, look at the abs on that broad chest!” she mumbled.

Although, they were covered with as many strands of hair as one may think of, every part of his body matched his seven-foot height. His biceps were sturdy, with thick veins almost popping out of them. The sight of his entire form sent her imaginations wild. Her eyes carefully traced the thick veins that lined toward his hands. She had own wild fantasy, but never in her dreams had she pictured such a sight. Gradually, her admiration for the beast began to tip a scale as she continued to stare at his overwhelming physique in awe.

“You must have a name. Don’t you?” she spoke courageously as she moved close to the man-like creature. “Of course, Beauty.” He responded aptly as he adjusted his position on the luxurious throne she had seen earlier.

“I am Ben… Benvolio in full!” the huge creature roared. Every statement they made echoed round the gigantic hall, prompting Beauty to believe the beast lived alone despite the apparently glittering and neat environment. “He must have made good use of his muscles to have kept this place in such a good shape.” she thought inwardly as she began to twist her hips again. She made sure his eyes noticed the juggling of her breasts underneath her gown. Somehow, in a way that she couldn’t explain, she could feel her nipples hardening with the thought of seducing such a man beast.

The proximity between them closed further. The beast menacing figure towered over Beauty. She noticed a collar around his neck. His sleeveless jacket had concealed it until now. The beast coyly bowed his head. She knew. For the first time, she listened to the voice of Jessica in her head. 'You don't have to know everything.'

The beast observed her for a moment, contemplating on what to do with her. Beauty was still apprehensive, but she was willing to test her guts. Her mini dress had by then, finally revealed the tip of her tits. She climbed the stairs that led to his throne, taking suggestive steps that left the lower part of her dress exposed. The beast could only stare intently at her yellow thong. As mild breeze blew her dress, the glitters on the right side of her pant caught his attention even more.

“My tricks are working so soon,” she thought when she traced his eyes to her thighs. “Well Ben.” She exhaled as she took the last step on the stairs. A slight grin crept into her face, while her cat eyes fluttered rapidly as she said calmly, “Since you know I’m here to pay off my father’s debt, let’s cut to the chase.”

Ben was surely already in awe of the young lady’s beauty and seductive looks. As she spoke, his eyes travelled round her body. Her full lips, as he imagined, would be perfect for a quick suckle of his cock. He instantly felt the urge to frolic her brown nipples and the sight of her curvaceous hips had already sent him into a dreamland. Beauty’s first touch jolted him out of his deep imaginations. He had fantasized how hard he wanted to jerk those hips against his thick, long groin.

“I’m sorry!” He exclaimed as he finally regained consciousness. His eyes gave him away immediately, but he was quick to defend his momentary absentmindedness. “I was….” He muttered subtly before Beauty gently placed her index finger on his lips. He had fangs just outside the two ends of the lips, but she wasn’t really disturbed by them. She had read tales about vampires and had developed a sort of admiration for their prickling fangs especially the tons of sexual hormones they spring up in the neck region when they are applied mildly.

“Shhhh…. I know exactly why you’ve been mute.” She responded afterwards. Steadily, Ben leaned backwards to keep himself in a good position while her hands began to trace his abs and ripped chest. She worked the tip of her left index finger gently across his muscles and veins. At a point, their lustful eyes met. Then, the beast was sure she wanted exactly what he wanted as well. Beauty bit her lower lips softly as she continued to rob her two hands on his hairy nipples, heightening his emotions as he jerked at intervals. “Obey your instincts and fuel your desires.” She whispered silently into his abnormally stretched ears.

Her whisper ignited more sensual organs in him. He shook rapidly as his eyes fluttered in similar fashion.

When he could no longer endure her seduction, he reached out for her skimpy gown and with a single grab, he split the revealing dress into two with his sharp, claw-like nails. Her gown gave way for a good view of her jaw-dropping hourglass figure which she had accompanied with seductive undies.

His eyes shone intensely as he peered at her round shaped breasts. He was finally close to his fantasies and was equally ready to meet it with adequate passion. Meanwhile, Beauty kept herself busy. She moved in between his thick thighs, bent slightly towards his chest region, and placed her round lips gently on his nipples. She sucked on them gently while her hands glided downwards, towards his leather wrapper. She relieved him of it just to find his eight and half inches long and thick phallus — if not more! “Wow!” she exclaimed with a grin.

By then, Ben had begun to feel jittery. The beast in him wanted to tame her to be the submissive in what was bound to happen at the end of her fondling. But he wasn’t sure she was open to that sort of sexual practice. His hands found their ways to her back, unhooking her brassiere as she latched on to his nipples with more intensity. Steadily, he caressed her fairly big and juicy breasts while his thumbs drew continuous circles around her nipples. As expected, she began to groan mildly as he twitched her nipples. Instantly, the sizes doubled up.

“You love my nipples uhn?” she whispered as she unclipped her lips from his nipples for the first time in many minutes.

The Beast could only respond with a positive sigh. His heart had begun to pump rapidly. Faint groans escaped from his mouth as well. Slowly, she latched onto his fully erect penis. Her hands had done a good job with them before then, but she needed to feel its strength within her mouth. The warm environment would keep it yearning for the real deal, her vagina. “I have to keep this wet and stronger!” She stated silently as her gaze caught the sex-stricken beast.

Beauty returned her gaze to the huge cock and placed her round lips on it once more. She glided them down till she covered more than half of his eight inches long manhood. She made sure she almost choked on it before she gently withdrew her lips to the tip of it. There, she licked it continuously like it was covered with honey. Ben was lost in it all. His faint groans became louder, causing a reverberation through the entire hall.

He subsequently stripped her of her panties and held it tightly on his left hand. Slowly, he stretched two of his fingers down to her already wet privates and glided them upwards and downwards consistently. He made sure the friction reduced even more as she began to drip.

“The Fates!” She exclaimed as her eyes expressed how much she was ready to have his groin in her.

Eventually, he released himself to the beast within him. With one of his hands, he held both of hers and moved them backwards, placing them on her lower back. He quickly tied them up with her yellow thong and raised her head up gently.

“You asked for this.” He exhaled as he gazed into her eyes lustfully. A second after, he placed his hands on her hips and lifted Beauty onto his laps. Her thighs slid open as Beauty let his massive cock glide into her, leaving no part of it uncapped. “Oh! Oh! OH!” she exclaimed as it appeared that he had just hit her G-spot, wider, deeper, and remorselessly.

Bens two hands remained firm on her hips as he gently guided his groin out and into her again. He began to toss her upwards and downwards in slow but regular motions. Uncontrollable moans escaped Beauty’s lips. His phallus filled her vagina completely which meant he hit all the right spots simultaneously.

“Gosh! I’ll pass out on this.” She yelled as Bens strokes became deeper and faster. “Give it to me harder!” She reiterated, nonetheless.

At the time, she had completely lost herself to the beast’s thrusts as she began to grind against his fully erect manhood. Her moans increased when Ben fondled her breasts with his hands. The tighter he squeezed them, the louder her moans got. He left a few red bruises on her back with his claws too and this only excited Beauty the more. At a point, Beast reached for Beauty’s bra which he had earlier hung on the hand-rest of his luxurious throne.

“Open your mouth.” He whispered subtly as he calmed her down momentarily. He quickly gagged her mouth with the straps of the brassiere before he began to yank her against his groin once more. He jerked up from the seat at some intervals to ensure deep penetrations.

The beast just couldn’t control his moans as he neared his climax minutes after. Beauty was gradually reaching her climax too. Her body shook violently as he held on to her with more deep penetrations. Her hands were tied, and groans could hardly escape her gagged mouth. She had had crazy fantasies of her body rippling in ecstasy, all inspirations drawn from various novels she had been sneaking into her bedroom. Still, all her imaginary sexual adventures were nothing in comparison to having Ben deep inside of her. When he finally kept pushing deep and nonstop into her, signaling his last few thrusts, she let her own orgasm in, her body receiving it with a final shake.

“Yes! Take everything from me! Let me pour my all into your hole, Beauty!” His loud groan only made her cum faster. She felt the warmth of his beastly cum in her clit just as her body felt peace washing through its entire cores.

As she laid helplessly on his chest few minutes later, he untied her hands and removed the straps from her mouth. With ease, he carried her into a chamber in the magnificent castle. Beauty was fast asleep by then. The heated sex would definitely have such end results. Wouldn’t it?

Beauty sprung up from the king size bed the next morning and crashed on the floor in a mess of the huge bed sheet she had caught herself in. There was a strong masculine scent with a soft hint of the chamomile caught in the sheets. The dark walls, the paintings of ships on distant voyages, the fresh flowers and bowl of cookies on the table by the window had her mind in a swirl.

The soft feel of the sheets against her skin and hardened nipples didn't help to lift the light fog on her mind. She hung somewhere between wakefulness and the sweet allure of dozing into oblivion for a little while longer. She moved her legs a little to untangle herself from the sheets and get on the bed. But they felt a little sore, not painful though. A slight move, and Beauty gasped as the middle of her thighs responded with a rude jolt to her memory. “Ouch,” she murmured.

She felt sore all over again and yet, she craved the filling that stretched her so well as she relieved the events of the previous night.

She smiled smugly as she stood up and let the sheets fall slowly to the floor around her. Beauty tiptoed around the room as she observed the large mosaics on the wall. There was a mosaic mural of a golden pup frolicking in a meadow, it had a small leash with a tiny topaz pendant on it.

Beauty sighed when she looked into the pup's eyes which shone with so much contentment and wondered if the new craving welling up inside her would ever be sated. A gentle breeze caressed her naked skin as she approached the window, which was dotted with a few ceramic vases that held some flowers. Beauty lightly caressed a petal and leaned in to get a whiff.

“Morning glory,” she moaned. Ben’s whistling suddenly echoed towards her and her eyes lit up. “I wonder just how glorious I can make his morning “, she sighed as she stared down at her taut tits.

Beauty traced her finger across a mahogany table close to the window. She leaned over the table and slightly touched her nipples against its hard surface before she laid on it. She stared up at the mural on the wall with shiny eyes full of contentment. Slowly she turned her head to get a good view of the room and noticed a closet built into a part of the wall. Her curiosity got the best of her, and she padded across the room to the door.

There were brass handles on the door of the closet, twisted in a fashion similar to ambitious vines creeping on the walls outside.

Beauty drew a deep breath before she turned the handles of the door. They yielded without any resistance, and she was glad she had the courage to explore. The space was filled with tight paw gloves, thigh high fishnet stockings, high heeled boots, leashed collar with jewels, muzzles studded with tiny diamonds, puppy ears, tight corset, and fluffy tails were carefully arranged inside the wardrobe. It looked like Ben had been expecting some sexy guest for a long time.

Beauty’s curiosity peaked and she quickly grabbed a sheet which she wrapped around herself and walked hurriedly into the next room to find Ben.

“I knew you would come looking for me soon,” he said calmly as his eyes traveled along her luscious body.

“Good, now tell me why you have such a huge collection of sexual costumes?” She responded aptly. “Come here,” Ben grabbed an edge of the sheet and pulled her closer. Beauty gasped as the sheet parted ways with her body and her tits rubbed against his hairy chest. She lifted her eyes to his face and felt some sort of bond grew then. He didn’t look so scary anymore.

She traced her hand slowly over his hairy chest, smoothing out the warts and his gruffness. He laced his hand through her hair and gently pulled her head back. “Are you ready to pay up every cent your father owes me?” he growled into her face. She became quiet. His words buzzed into her ears.

Beauty realized that in that moment that he had tamed her. She couldn't argue with him. As much as she would have loved to get back to her family, she had also irresistibly become ensnared with the beast. “Yes, I’m ready. I won’t leave you Ben, not anytime soon anyway,” she responded after a while. He nodded and let her lead him to the closet in the room and wore the costumes she had earlier seen. They suited her so perfectly that she felt he must have precisely envisaged her physique before her arrival.

“They fit so well” she stated as she checked out all black ensemble of fluffy ears and muzzle. Ben stared mutely as he watched her drop on all fours and crawled towards him.
“Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?” she exhaled softly as she twisted and turned seductively.

She bent forward and raised her leg to reveal the bare underneath of her thigh high stockings to give him a peek of her wet pussy. “Come here,” Ben commanded. He picked a black leash with emerald studs and put it over Beauty’s head.

She licked his hairy hand and stared up at his face. “I’m all yours Master, do with me as you please.” She licked him again. “As you wish. Prepare to be taken to the world of your greatest fantasies.” Ben tied the leash on a pole which stood in the middle of the room.

Certain that she was leashed to the pole firmly, he pressed her back down slightly before he hurriedly undressed himself with his other hand. “Aren't you happy to see me? You should be wagging” He tapped his huge dick against her butt. Beauty wiggled her butt eagerly.

Ben grabbed her and impatiently thrust his massive dick into her wet and eager pussy. He drilled into her very wet privates with his massive phallus. His rough cock filled her up, provoking pain and pleasure as she screamed out loud. "YE-ES! RIGHT THERE!"

Beast smacked her fairly robust butt cheeks, ramming into her ceaselessly. “I’ll never leave the castle!” She confessed loudly as she began to return his thrusts with strategic backward movements. When she heard his grunt louder than usual, she knew he was close to orgasm. "Don't stop! Please, don't stop."

The beast edged out. He slapped his cock on her ass, stopping himself from exploding into her right before he inserted it again. Her gaping hole took him in. "Yes! Yes! YES! I'm all yours!"

The beast changed the pace, stopping and going halfway into her pussy, allowing himself to explore her pussy walls. "How the hell are you so goo-ood?" She moaned as she came close to another orgasm. They coincidentally reached orgasm together. Their passion ignited into a hot steamy dungeon sex. Beauty fell on the bed with Ben still hovering over her. "You curious pretty thing," Ben teased. Beauty smiled knowingly.

"You've glanced at it a few times," Ben said, referring to the collar on his neck. Beauty nodded. "Is that why-" Ben snatched her words, "I am stronger than most humans? Yes." He leaned further toward her. "It's also my curse." "Curse?" Beauty reiterated. The beast was mute. He had already said too much, yet, he was surprised by how much and how quickly he had grown fond of her. He trusted her. And as their eyes locked, his cock began to throb for more. Beauty noticed it too, and smiled, biting her lip teasingly.

THE END? (Continue?)