BEAUTY & THE BEAST III (exotic story alt1)

//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:

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1206143 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1222028

By Hazel/StickyScribbles

1.

A solitary rose petal, clinging desperately to its stem, lay discarded beside a scantily haired chest that rose and fell with the rhythm of a fading tide. There were rose petals scattered all over the bed. Silence, thick and heavy, filled the room, a stark contrast to the frantic hope that had pulsed moments before. All eyes, wide and glistening with unshed tears, were fixated on that solitary rise and fall. They had clung to it, a lifeline in the storm, until it finally ran out, leaving only the chilling certainty of loss.

Beauty clutched the mangled stem, or whatever was left of it. Ben's warning echoed in the cavernous silence – 'one press is enough.' But anxiety, a ravenous beast, had devoured her resolve, urging her hand to press the rose again and again, each touch a desperate plea to the unyielding fates. Now, as the weight of his words settled upon her, a bitter seed of doubt sprouted in her heart. Had she, in her blind desire to save him, become the instrument of her father's demise? Guilt, a venomous serpent, coiled around her throat, squeezing out a strangled sob.

Jessica's voice, devoid of warmth, sliced through the thick fog of grief. "Such a shame," she drawled, the amusement in her tone a cruel counterpoint to Beauty's anguish. "All that wishful thinking, hoping his daughters will mend their fractured past and be together before his last breath. Poor daddy."Her gaze flicked to Beauty, a flicker of something akin to satisfaction dancing in its depths. "Life, a cruel jester, wouldn't you say, sister?"

Beauty crumbled to her knees, the rough fabric of the bedclothes scraping against raw skin unnoticed. Tears, hot and unchecked, streamed down her face as she wrapped her arms around her father's now-still form, a silent plea for a warmth that would never return. Ben, bewildered by the sudden shift in events, extended a hand hesitantly towards Beauty, a silent offering of comfort.

Sloane, oblivious to the depths of their despair, drifted closer, her voice dripping with feigned sympathy."Oh dear," she cooed."So, let me get this straight. This… prince charming fellow and his magic rose were supposed to be the answer? A grand reversal of some silly curse, is that it?" A sharp laugh, devoid of genuine humor, punctuated her words. "You know, I almost thought it would work," Jessica cut in, her gaze lingering on the discarded rose petal. "The way they were all fussing over father with that flower, like children playing doctor. How quaint."

Beauty dissolved into a torrent of sobs; her body wracked with uncontrollable grief. Ben reached out, his hand hovering hesitantly over her shoulder, a silent plea for her to let him in. But before he could offer any solace, a jarring sound shattered the solemnity of the room – the high-pitched, cruel laughter of her sisters.

"Even on his deathbed," Ben muttered, his voice tight with anger, "they can't seem to muster a shred of decency." Changing the subject as his gaze settled on Beauty, he added, "I'm sure he's proud of you."

"Proud?" Beauty choked out, each word a struggle against the dam of tears. "You heard what she said. He wanted us together, Ben. At least for one last time." She motioned toward her older sisters, "Does this look like...togetherness?" Her voice trailed off into a broken sob. Ben met her gaze, his heart aching for her. "Don't carry that burden, Beauty," he said firmly, his hand finding hers. "You've done more for him than either of them could ever imagine." A sudden jolt of awareness ripped through Ben. A change – subtle at first, but undeniable – was blossoming on Jude's hand, clasped tightly in Beauty's tear-streaked grip. A faint flush of red, spreading like wildfire across his skin.

Beauty's sobs subsided, replaced by a gasp as she, too, noticed the anomaly. They both watched, frozen in confusion, as the redness intensified, consuming Jude's entire body. Then, just as abruptly as it appeared, the color receded, leaving behind his normal, pale skin.

Ben wasted no time. He surged forward, his fingers flying to Jude's wrist, searching for a pulse. A faint but steady thrumming met his touch. A slow, radiant smile spread across Ben's face, a beacon of hope in the desolate landscape of grief. Beauty, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and desperate hope, echoed his sentiment, "What is it? What happened?" The change in Beauty's tone was like a dinner bell, summoning Jessica and Sloane to the bedside. Their curiosity morphed into crude urgency as they jostled for position.

"Is he...?" Jessica began, her voice laced with a hint of something akin to disappointment. "I'm alright, Jessie," a familiar voice rasped from the bed. Jude's eyes fluttered open, blinking away the remnants of sleep – or perhaps, something more.

A wave of relief washed over Beauty. She threw her arms around her father in a crushing embrace, burying her face in his chest. "We thought we'd lost you!" she cried. "Beauty?" Jude rasped, his voice weak but laced with concern. He tightened his hold on her, as if afraid she might vanish. "Is it truly you?"

"Yes, Father, it is I," Beauty confirmed, her voice thick with relief. "I came as soon as I heard..." Her voice trailed off, unable to voice the fear that had gripped them all just moments ago.

"I heard your sobs echoing through the halls in the distance and I followed it," Jude explained, his gaze flickering to Ben. "And a man's voice... reassuring, strong." A hint of a smile played on his lips.

Beauty's smile mirrored his, a blossom pushing through the cracks of despair. "That would be Ben," she said, gesturing towards the young man.

Ben offered a respectful nod, his eyes filled with a quiet intensity that intrigued Jude. Jude studied Ben's features, a flicker of recognition sparking in his gaze. "His voice," he murmured, brow furrowing in concentration. "It sounds familiar..." Beauty stifled a giggle. "Look closer, Father," she teased gently. "Perhaps the pieces will fall into place." Her eyes darted to the mangled rose stalk clutched in her hand. "After all, I did bring the rose," she said meaningfully, "and him."

Jude's gaze followed hers, tracing the path from the rose to the handsome stranger. He scrutinized Ben's face, a slow realization dawning on him. Then, his eyes dropped to Ben's boots. A jolt of recognition shot through him, his eyes widening in disbelief. "No way!" he breathed, a stunned smile spreading across his face. A silent chuckle rumbled in his chest.

Jude patted the space beside him on the bed, a silent invitation for Beauty and Ben to join him. He rose with surprising ease, brushing aside Ben's offer of assistance. His gaze lingered on Ben once more, searching for any lingering remnants of the beast he once was. No collar marred his neck, no overgrown fur concealed his features, and the lines of age seemed softened.

"Explain yourselves," Jude finally said, his voice regaining its strength. "How did this happen?"

Ben offered a cryptic smile, his hand tightening around Beauty's, even Jude had noticed. The rose, its purpose seemingly served, lay forgotten on the floor. Jessica, unable to contain her curiosity any longer, burst in. "What's going on here?" she demanded, her gaze darting between Beauty, Ben, and their bewildered father. "Is he saying this... Ben... is the beast you spoke of?"

"Yes!" Beauty exclaimed, a joyous light dancing in her eyes. Eager to share the tale of Ben's transformation, she launched into the events that led to the beast's breaking of the curse. With a wink at Ben, who returned a knowing smile, Beauty strategically omitted certain details that wouldn't be appropriate for her father's ears. The shared glance was a silent language only they understood, a secret melody woven into the fabric of their newfound bond.

Jude, revitalized by his brush with mortality, hopped out of bed with surprising agility. "Wine!" he declared, his voice booming with newfound energy. "Fetch some glasses, girls!" Beauty, ever the dutiful daughter, immediately sprang into action, heading for the kitchen. Jude, meanwhile, retreated to his chambers, returning with a dusty bottle of dark wine he'd been saving for a special occasion.

As he poured the ruby liquid into the waiting glasses, his gaze lingered on Ben. He couldn't help but notice how the young man's eyes seemed glued to Beauty, a stark contrast to the disinterest he showed towards his other daughters.

"Welcome to my humble abode, Benvolio," Jude said, raising his glass in a toast. His gaze then shifted to Jessica. "Ah, Jessica, I trust you've met the good fellow." A sly smile played on his lips. "Her beauty is matched only by her discerning taste. A woman who appreciates the finer things, wouldn't you agree? Roman history holds a particular fascination for her, especially the amorous exploits of their emperors."

He turned to Sloane, his smile widening. "And here we have Sloane, my second daughter – blessed with beauty as well, and a wit as sharp as her tongue. Though politics hold little interest for her, she harbors a soft spot for our country's princes and sun-drenched islands, wouldn't you say, Sloane?"

Sloane responded with a coy smile and a playful wink directed at Ben. Ben, however, maintained a respectful nod, his gaze never straying far from Beauty. Jude chuckled, his eyes twinkling. As Beauty returned with a fresh carafe of wine, he gestured towards her. "No need for introductions there, Mr. Benvolio. Beauty, well, she's... special."

Ben met her gaze, his heart brimming with unspoken affection. "Indeed," he replied with a gentle smile, "Beauty is something truly extraordinary."

In a bid to steer the conversation away from potentially volatile topics (namely, Sloane's penchant for turning everything into an argument), Jude raised his glass once more. "Should you ever decide to seek a wife among my daughters, Mr. Benvolio, rest assured, you have my blessing – whichever one captures your heart."

A wave of merriment washed over the room. Glasses clinked in toasts, laughter filled the air, and a song drifted on eager lips. Jessica, ever the history buff, captivated them with tales of Roman gods and their fearsome warriors, while Sloane spun dreams of faraway islands with white sand beaches and servants catering to her every whim.

Amidst the revelry, Ben couldn't help but steal glances at Beauty. He felt a warmth bloom in his chest whenever their eyes met. Jessica, however, wasn't one for subtlety.

Having observed Ben's quiet attentiveness throughout the evening, Jessica sashayed closer, deliberately inserting herself between him and Beauty. "You, sir," she declared, her voice laced with a hint of challenge, "haven't graced us with any tales of your travels. Surely, a merchant who explores far-flung lands must have a story or two to share?"

Ben, pleasantly tipsy on his fourth glass of wine, welcomed the invitation. He rose, a hint of a playful glint in his eyes. "Indeed," he said, a smile playing on his lips. "There was this time in a remote Asian country..."

He paused for effect, savoring the rapt attention in the room. Beauty, ever curious, leaned in, eager to hear his tale. However, the focus of his narration shifted, a subtle change that didn't go unnoticed by Beauty.

"As a man of habit," Ben continued, his voice taking on a more guarded tone, "I prioritize sleep for a clear head during business negotiations. So, imagine my surprise when I was jolted awake by the sound of fumbling with the door lock at one in the morning. The room was pitch black, but through the peephole, I saw a young woman in a hotel uniform. An unusual time for housekeeping, I thought. When I inquired, she remained silent, but that didn't stop her from entering."

A flicker of unease crossed Beauty's face. Ben, however, kept his gaze fixed on Jessica, his story taking an unexpected turn.

"The room was bathed in an eerie green glow, casting an unsettling silhouette of her slender figure. Certain she couldn't see me, she moved towards the bed while I remained near the door. Then, with a slow deliberateness, she began to undress." Sloane and Jessica exchanged a knowing glance, a silent "uh-oh" hanging in the air. Ben tapped his glass lightly, silencing the room for his dramatic reveal. "But what emerged from beneath her," he continued, his voice dropping to a low murmur, "was not what I expected. A sinuous form, like a serpent carved from moonlight, slithered forth, its target fixed on me."

A collective gasp rippled through the room. Beauty's brow furrowed in confusion. "While hermaphrodites weren't a novelty in my travels," Ben said, his gaze flickering towards Beauty, "the sheer size and ferocity of this creature was unlike anything I'd encountered. It was as if I were face-to-face with a creature cursed by Medusa herself." The room held its breath, anticipation thick in the air.

"The intruder, oblivious to my position, lunged towards the bed, her serpentine-dick aimed for my head. In a flash, I reacted, catching the creature mid-strike before it could reach my eyes. As the lights flooded the room, I saw the glint of real fangs on the living serpent now detached from the woman's form. A wave of pity washed over me. Cursed, just like I once was, I thought."

Ben took a sip of his wine as he continued: "I turned on the light to see what I am fight, and the woman, now revealed in the harsh light, cowered in fear at the sight of my beastly form. The serpent writhed in my grasp, attempting to retreat into its origin. I couldn't help but overhear voices at the hallway, and my first guess was whoever they were, they were more involved in the assault than the young woman playing the pawn." The silence in the room was envisaged, but the way Beauty vested her interest, one could tell she wasn't very familiar with wild adventures.

"I shushed the young woman," Ben continued, his eyes hardening, "and waited for the real monsters to reveal themselves – the young couple who owned the hotel. They were the ones who orchestrated this vile act. Let's just say they paid dearly that night, and the cursed woman… well, she was finally free."

"Oh my," Beauty breathed, her eyes wide with a mixture of horror and curiosity. "Where is she now?" "Back with her family, safe in Lucille," Ben replied, his voice softening as he met Beauty's gaze. "A reminder that true evil often wears a human face." He glanced over at Sloane and Jessica before raising his empty glass in the air.

The jovial mood dwindled to a halt as Jude cleared his throat, demanding attention. The travel stories were a familiar refrain, holding little appeal for his older daughters. Unlike Beauty, Sloane and Jessica filled their glasses to the brim, a silent toast to enduring their father's well-worn tales.

Beauty, however, gravitated back towards Ben, a comfortable warmth spreading through her as she nestled close. Her anticipation for her father's stories was genuine, a stark contrast to her sisters' feigned interest.

Jude, with a twinkle in his eye, launched into a narrative Beauty held dear. But before he could even string two sentences together, Sloane's face contorted in a mask of boredom. With a sigh that spoke volumes, she marched towards the kitchen, likely in search of another drink to dull the impending tedium.

Jessica, on the other hand, cast a pointed look at Ben and Beauty, a flicker of envy glinting in her eyes.

As the final flourish of Jude's story faded, Beauty and Ben erupted in applause, their genuine enthusiasm a balm to the storyteller's heart. Jude acknowledged their appreciation with a playful bow.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen," he declared, a hint of fatigue lacing his voice, "it seems this old man needs his rest. Beauty, my dear, why don't you take the attic room tonight? And Ben," he added, turning towards the young man, "you're more than welcome to have Beauty's room for the night, of course."

"Thank you, Father," Beauty chirped, excitement bubbling over. Jude shuffled off towards his chambers, leaving a comfortable silence in his wake. The celebration, however, seemed to have reached a natural conclusion. Jessica, ever the restless one, pushed back from the table, clamoring for a more lively continuation of the festivities. Ben, however, politely declined, citing a desire to retire for the night. Beauty, following her father's instructions, led Ben to her room. A chaste kiss landed on his cheek as she bid him goodnight, then she departed for the attic, clutching a pillow. Ben, sinking into the luxuriously soft bed, felt a pang of guilt at his own comfort. He was about to rise and offer Beauty the room back when the sound of the bedroom door creaking open made him freeze. Jessica, uninvited, stood on the threshold, her ruby lips curled into a suggestive smile.

Despite the lingering exhaustion from his transformation, Ben recognized the predatory glint in Jessica's eyes. He braced himself, pushing himself upright with a strength that surprised even him.

The strings that held Jessica's tight garment came loose by a little flick of her hands. Her sweet round mounds came to view. They stood on her chest, eager for suckle. Well-trimmed short hairs ran down from her belly button to the outer court of her private region. Ben held his breath, as if by taking another air, the standing tits would gravitate towards him.

Seeing the discomfort of their guest, Jessica took a few calculated steps toward Ben. In his hesitation, Jessica sniffed his lust for her. He was slightly drunk and vulnerable, and she, had lacked the touch of a handsome gentleman for a while. She had been waiting on this, and Ben's adventurous tales during the party provoked her pheromonal juices.
In one last attempt to save a hard-fought reputation, Ben made a swift move towards the door, avoiding the gravitation that was already fighting against the remaining part of his brains that still functioned.

Jessica, however, was quicker. Her hand, adorned with long, crimson nails, shot out, snagging his arm before he could reach the handle. Her body followed, her tits pressing against his skin. Leaning in close, she whispered in a voice laced with a dangerous allure, "Don't worry, darling," she purred, her breath warm and reeking of wine. "My fangs don't hurt."

Beautiful as Jessica was – her figure was proof of years of pampering, her face adorned with emerald eyes and cascading auburn hair. Ben went back in time, choosing to replay the memory of his passionate time with Beauty, a good call that injected some repulsion in the dilemma. Steeling himself, Ben jerked his arm free, pushing the door open with a force that sent it shuddering against the wall. His voice, though strained, held a steely resolve. "Have some respect for your father, Jessica. Go to your room."

Jessica faltered, momentarily caught off guard by his unexpected defiance. A knowing smile then played on her lips. "Ah," she drawled, her voice dripping with insinuation, "so perhaps a change of venue is in order?" She picked up her dress and scantily covered herself. "We can discuss this further at your castle tomorrow, wouldn't you agree?" Before Ben could respond, she leaned in and planted a lingering kiss on his cheek, the scent of her perfume heavy in the air. As she strutted past the doorway, she bumped into Sloane, who stood there with a suggestive smirk playing on her own lips.

"Don't worry, sister," Jessica purred before disappearing into the hallway. "Our dear Ben is simply saving himself for a more... private setting." Sloane's smile widened, a flicker of mischief dancing in her hazel eyes. The two sisters exchanged a conspiratorial glance before disappearing into their shared room, leaving Ben alone with a heavy sigh and a newfound determination to keep his distance.

Beauty, her sleep chased away by the excitement that danced in her heart, was already a familiar sight in the stables. Dressed in practical breeches and a simple blouse, her ginger hair tied back in a functional braid. She moved with a practiced grace as she distributed feed and fresh water to the livestock. The haystacks received meticulous attention, each layer carefully arranged to provide a warm and comfortable bedding for the animals. A rustle of approaching footsteps alerted her. Turning, she met Ben's gaze, a warmth blooming in her chest that mirrored the golden light of the rising sun. There were no words exchanged, but a silent conversation flowed between them in their shared smiles and the lingering look that lingered just a beat too long.

Ben joined her seamlessly, taking over a pitchfork and falling into step beside her. Each shared glance, each unspoken word, spoke volumes about the bond that had blossomed between the two.

Just as the morning sun climbed higher, casting its golden glow over the bustling farm, Jude emerged from the house, his steps a little slower but his eyes sparkling with a renewed zest for life. A wave of greetings washed over them, punctuated by Jude's booming laughter as Ben recounted a particularly amusing anecdote about his travels. Later, when the chores were complete and a comfortable silence settled over the porch, Ben approached Jude, his expression turning serious. "Sir," he began, his voice laced with respect, "may I speak with you privately?"

Jude, sensing the weight of Ben's request, nodded curtly. They retreated to the shade of a sprawling oak tree, its branches whispering secrets in the gentle breeze. Meanwhile, inside the house, a different scene unfolded. Sloane and Jessica, adorned in their most opulent finery – Sloane in a sapphire gown that shimmered like a captured sunset, and Jessica in a fiery scarlet dress that accentuated her fiery personality – plotted in hushed tones. Their beauty, undeniable as it was, was marred by the envious glint in their eyes.

"We can't let this happen," Jessica hissed, gesturing dramatically towards the window where Ben and Beauty worked side-by-side. "Father will be on his feet soon enough, and then Beauty will be whisked away to that… that… castle of his!"

"Calm yourself, sister," Sloane said, a sly smile playing on her lips. "We just need a little… distraction."

Their voices dropped to an even lower murmur, their plan unfolding with a cunning that chilled the air. Laughter, laced with a hint of forced gaiety, soon replaced their hushed whispers.

Unaware of the storm brewing within the house, Ben and Jude continued their conversation. Ben's voice, filled with a quiet determination, spoke of a dowry so grand it could rival the treasures of a king. A dowry worthy of the woman who had captured his heart.

Jude, his heart swelling with a mixture of pride and a tinge of sadness at the thought of losing his daughter, finally placed a calloused hand on Ben's shoulder. "You have my blessing, son," he said, his voice thick with emotion.

Elated, Ben rushed outside to prepare his horse. Before he could swing himself onto the saddle, Jude emerged from the house, his face etched with a mixture of emotions. Beauty entered the living room, a poignant scene unfolding before her. Her father, usually brimming with boisterous energy, sat with a sorrowful weight on his shoulders. Ben's proposal hadn't come as a surprise; his longing gazes and hesitant touches had spoken volumes. Yet, despite the thrill of a new life with him, a pang of worry gnawed at her. Leaving the farm, her animals, and her ailing father felt like a betrayal of her roots. Jessica, her features plastered with a smile that strained at the corners, swooped in for a hug.

"Oh, Beauty! This is simply wonderful news!" she gushed, her voice dripping with a touch too much sweetness. "We must celebrate! Let me whisk you away to the city and help you prepare for your grand new life with Ben!"

Beauty's brow furrowed in confusion. "The city?" she echoed, a flicker of unease crossing her face.

Sloane, ever the opportunist, chimed in with a forced chirp. "Absolutely! We wouldn't want you to face this new chapter alone, would we, dear sister?"

Beauty raised a hand, halting their enthusiastic charade. "Wait a minute," she said, her voice firm. "What are you two talking about? We can't just leave Father here alone. Who will tend to the farm and the horses?"

Jude, his heart heavy with a burden he was about to reveal, cleared his throat. "Actually, Beauty," he began, his voice laced with a gentle affection, "it's my idea. Don't you worry, I'll be joining you all a week before the wedding."

The rhythmic whinnying of horses pulling on their harnesses drew their attention. Sloane and Jessica, with an eagerness that seemed almost desperate, hurried out the door to join the waiting chariot.

"One last thing," Jude added, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Ben, in typical grandiose fashion, has arranged for a grand entrance – a chariot for the whole family."

Relief washed over Beauty. The thought of being separated from Ben, even for a short journey, had caused a tremor of fear to run through her. A silent exchange of smiles between them acknowledged their unspoken worry, a silent promise that they would face whatever came together.

The journey from Villeneuve to the city was punctuated by a relentless barrage of questions from Sloane. Eager to glean any scandalous tidbits, she peppered Ben with inquiries about his travels, her enthusiasm bordering on forced. Jessica, however, remained uncharacteristically silent.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, their chariot pulled to a halt in front of one of the many grand castles lining the city's impressive boulevards. Unlike its imposing neighbors, Ben's residence exuded a unique charm. An air of understated elegance hung about it, hinting at the wonders that lay within.

As instructed by Ben, a flurry of eager servants emerged, whisking them away and ensuring their comfort. Each girl was escorted to their designated chambers, leaving a trail of lingering questions and unspoken tension in their wake.

Barely two hours after settling into their opulent rooms, Sloane and Jessica embarked on a whirlwind tour of the castle. They flitted from room to room, sometimes seeking the assistance of servants, other times insisting on exploring alone. Their motives remained shrouded in secrecy.

"What secrets does this place hold?" Sloane whispered, her voice tinged with a thrill of anticipation as they reached a secluded section of the upper floor. They stood before a large gallery, its purpose unclear.

Jessica, her gaze scanning the ornately carved chests that lined one wall, gestured absentmindedly. "Those must be… well, what I hope they are. Weaponry, wouldn't you say, Sloane?" Her voice lacked conviction, hinting at a deeper agenda.

Sloane, however, seemed more captivated by the framed displays adorning the opposing wall. But her attention was diverted as Jessica, with a flourish, pried open one of the chests. A surprised gasp escaped her lips as she peered inside. The tools within didn't resemble any weaponry Sloane had ever seen.

Intrigued, Sloane leaned closer. Their initial shock morphed into a different kind of surprise as they recognized an assortment of… unconventional garments and implements. A knowing smile played on Sloane's lips.

"I knew that man harbored a secret," she whispered, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. "He's a… dominator, wouldn't you agree, Jessica?"

Sloane tapped her sister's arm, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. "Isn't that what those… intriguing items are used for?"

A burst of laughter, their younger sister's unmistakable sound, shattered the tense silence in the gallery. The sisters exchanged a startled glance before scrambling to close the chest, their secret discovery momentarily forgotten.

Creeping towards the window, they peered down. There, bathed in the warm afternoon sunlight, stood Beauty. A magnificent stallion, its coat the color of burnished chestnut, pranced playfully in the garden. Beauty, a radiant smile gracing her lips, was engrossed in watering the majestic creature. The stallion, in turn, seemed to relish the attention, bobbing its head and bowing playfully, eliciting another peal of laughter from Beauty. "Look at her," Jessica hissed, a venomous edge creeping into her voice. "Already playing the dutiful wife, and the wedding is still a fortnight away."

Sloane, her voice barely a whisper, joined in the scathing commentary. "Typical Beauty," she said, a hint of bitterness lacing her words. "Never one to miss an opportunity to flaunt her supposed charm. That's how she wormed her way into Ben's unsuspecting heart, wouldn't you say?"

"It's not fair," Jessica spat, her voice tight with frustration. Their hushed conversation was abruptly halted as Beauty's laughter echoed closer, sending shivers down their spines. They scrambled back, their faces pale with the fear of being caught. As Beauty resumed her playful interaction with the stallion, Jessica resumed her tirade in a hushed tone.

"It's simply not fair," she declared, her voice laced with envy. "The youngest gets whisked away to a life of luxury, while we're left to languish."

Sloane released a frustrated sigh. "But Beauty… she always seemed content with a simple life. Why would she agree to be caged in this opulent castle, surrounded by riches that have never held her interest?"

Jessica's eyes narrowed. "You're right," she said, a sly smile twisting her lips. "Beauty never craved gold or jewels. I wonder where she stashes all the gifts Ben has undoubtedly showered upon her."

A silent question hung heavy in the air. With a knowing glance exchanged, the sisters abandoned the gallery, their steps purposeful as they headed down the hallway towards Beauty's room.

Sloane gasped as they entered Beauty's chamber. The room's opulence was breathtaking, its size dwarfing the combined space of their rooms back at their father's home. Jessica, ever the impulsive one, made a beeline for the expansive closet.

As she flung open the doors, a dazzling array of gowns, sparkling jewels, and exquisite footwear spilled into view. But amidst this splendor, Jessica's hands unearthed something far more intriguing – garments of an unconventional nature. "A corset?" Sloane inquired, her voice laced with curiosity as she picked up one of the peculiar items Jessica held aloft.

Their exploration continued, each new discovery more unexpected than the last. Lacy lingerie, sleek latex stockings, leather collars, and an assortment of whips and gloves lay nestled within the wardrobe. An unspoken question hung heavy in the air, their eyes meeting in a silent exchange of shock and a hint of morbid fascination. A predatory glint ignited in Jessica's eyes. With a sudden urgency, she broke the silence. "Is Ben still in the castle?"

Sloane, momentarily thrown off guard, stammered a reply. "I… I believe so. Why?" Ignoring her sister's question, Jessica launched into a flurry of activity. She began to strip off her garments, her movements fueled by a newfound purpose. Sloane, initially amused by Jessica's impulsive behavior, watched with growing apprehension as it dawned on her what her sister intended. A nervous giggle escaped her lips, quickly morphing into a gasp of realization.

"You sly devil!" she exclaimed, a hint of admiration laced with fear in her voice. "I heard whispers… rumors about Ben's condition. Apparently, he's still weak from his transformation. Beauty even instructed the servants to leave him undisturbed. There's a good chance he's still in his room… resting."

The weight of Sloane's words hung heavy in the air, the implications sending a jolt of excitement, laced with a tremor of danger, through Jessica's eyes. The heavy door creaked slightly from the sisters’ combined effort to stay undetected but an eager push from an overexcited Jessica gave way to a groan and a sudden halt of hinges. They held their breath for a moment before they both let out slutty giggles. Sloane peered through the door and she felt her nipples harden against the latex corset that stretched its limits to taunt even the noblest of gentlemen.

Ben lay on the bed in breeches with his chest bare. He looked so vulnerable, yet indomitable. A heady enticement for Sloane's lust.

“Lucky sly mistress, that Beauty is,” she breathed.

“What do you see,” Jessica whispered impatiently. She tried to get a peek.

“Ready as they come,” Sloane breathed. “This would be a fine way to live. We could dine in splendor all our lives.” She cupped her tits and moved her chest to make them jiggle before she strutted into the room.

“Psst,” Jessica signaled Sloane. “Whatever happened to the grand entrance?” “Oh.”

Sloane quickly dropped on all fours beside Jessica.

“Now watch this,” Jessica gave her a sly smile before she leaped onto the bed where Ben was sleeping. She let out a low bark before she let her tongue caress his lip and neck. Ben woke up in a daze. He stared at Jessica in dismayed shock. “What are you doing?” he roared.

Jessica drew back a little and huddled in a corner of the bed. By now Sloane had joined them in bed too. While Jessica whimpered in a corner, she gave Ben some quick licks on his bare chest.

She placed her soft paws on his thigh and slowly moved it very close to his groin. Ben groaned inwardly as his excited erection announced its eagerness to join the party. “Woof," Jessica giggled and raised her bushy tail for Ben to see. She moved her butt from side to side and held Ben in the fascinating swish of the furry tail. Her tits rubbed slightly against his sheen as she moved her gaze to meet his.

Ben was hypnotized by the raw fire in her eyes. A fire that could warm the coldest heart and stir up wild thoughts of unbridled lust. Such fire would also raze everything that stood in its path. Today it burnt in all its fury to torch Ben's resolve and loyalty.

The furry tail caught Ben's eyes again, it was so perfect against the bare skin of Jessica's butt. It was more rounded and slightly fuller than Ben had observed in her dresses. Warm soft fullness pressed against his back, he could feel the warmth of Sloane's breath. It was warmer than Beauty’s. Soothing but errant, and it made his phallus harden. Jessica noticed the excited member and gave it an eager lick through the breeches. She looked up at Ben who was too stunned to say a word. With a soft bark, she proceeded to nibble and lick every inch of his dick.

Ben could feel his body run traitor. These pups were so cute and exciting. He tilted his head backward as Sloane's tongue dripped its sensual tease on his neck. He wondered what more that tongue could do. He closed his eyes for a moment. He knew just when to stop them but for a moment, he let his body feel their lust.

A clang of chain jerked the trio back to reality.

“B-b-beauty, your sisters walked in on me, asleep.”

“Do you always have to ruin a good thing,” Jessica almost wailed.

Beauty looked at Ben who quickly created a wide berth from Jessica and Sloane.

“Look, Beauty, it's not fair, you have to keep all the good stuff to yourself. We just want nice stuff too.”

Beauty hesitated. She was the least surprised in the room. With the kind of sisters she had, eavesdropping on them had to become a habit. “If you want it so bad, you'd have to earn it,” her stern voice contrasted with the smile on her face. “This is not your father's house, dear sisters.” She pushed the chains on the floor slightly with her feet.

“Yes, yes.” Ben got off the bed immediately. He was eager to salvage his place with Beauty. Her usually warm eyes were stony with hard resolve.

Ben picked up the chains and made a leash, which he put over Jessica and Sloane's necks. He tied the chain to the bedpost before he went to a chest of drawers and fetched a feeding bowl. He put some grapes in the bowl and set it in the middle of the room.

Sloane and Jessica stole side glances. They tried to look at Beauty, but their leash restricted movement.

“Both of you have been bad pups,” Beauty said as she picked up the leash and led Sloane and Jessica to the bowl. He let them nibble Ben's crotch for a while before she yanked at the leash and pulled them away.

“Enough!” Ben roared. “But we've barely had anything,” Sloane wailed. “Beauty, say something,” Jessica begged.

“Oh, there's so much to say,” Beauty said with a smug. She went over to the chest of drawers and got out two muzzles which she put over her sisters’ mouths as they protested. She pulled out a new pair of corsets.

Ben furrowed his brows, but it didn't deter Beauty. She made her sisters put the new corsets on and made them wear the gloves too.

Jessica and Sloane froze momentarily. Then as if pumped by adrenaline, they yelped and wagged their tails, eager to do her bidding. Beauty had never felt this much in control, especially over her stubborn and materialistic sisters.
Even Ben had noticed something about this version of Beauty, and if he should be sincere, he loved every moment of it.

Beauty held Jessica by her ears, drawing her face close to hers. “So, tell me. What's the plan? What do you want with Ben?”

“It…it was Sloane's idea. She wanted us to tie Ben to the bed in his sleep.”

“Wait,” Sloane chipped in with puppy eyes, pressing her mouth on Beauty's feet. “I wasn't the mastermind here. Jessica is not taking credit for the plan to knock you out cold while we cart away with the inheritance…your inheritance.”

“Wow,” Ben let out. “Yeah,” Beauty said, reaching for the leashes again. “That's my Jessica.” She tied to the doorknob.

Something about Beauty disciplining her older sisters caused Ben's cock to throb. His hard rock meat yearned for her, and she seemed to have noticed. There was a smile on one corner of her lips as she left to her room and reappeared with some kinky dress of her own. Big portions of her breasts were laid bare under the corset. And there were the latex stockings that covered her feet up to her thighs, leaving nothing around her waist to imagination. She armed herself with a fresh whip. The look on her eyes were different. The pretty smiles that everyone was familiar with was nowhere to be found.

“So, tell me, Sloane. Whose idea was it to get daddy killed?” Sloane and Jessica looked at each other. The tone of Beauty's voice lacked an atom of compassion, and her questions got more personal by the minute. Beauty landed the whip on Sloane's butt. The middle-child let out a loud yelp that almost collapsed into a scream.

“When I ask a question, I expect an answer! Do you hear me?” The two puppy girls nodded with fright in their eyes, their convulsing feet unable to keep steady.

“Alright…alright.” Jessica cried, “it was my idea. Please, don't hit me. I got greedy and wanted his inheritance. But you came back with him,” referring to Ben, “and his healing rose. And the plans went with the wind.”

Beauty dropped two more lashes on Jessica's butt, yelling, “Shush! I'm going to bang my man; you two little puppies should enjoy the show.” The girls nodded dutifully.

Without hesitation, Ben matched towards Beauty. He went on his knees and began to lick between her legs with his tongue.

This version of Beauty instilled fear and want. Although, he had a little knowledge of the effect of putting on the cursed kinky wears. The sight of the whip propelled more aggression on her willing pussy. His wet tongue brushed against her yielding clit, sending waves of pleasure to her pleasure resource.

“Yes! Hold my thighs and don't stop!” Ben did as he was told.

The girls watched with lust and fear as the pussy licking went on for half an hour. When Beauty sensed that she was close to orgasm, she held Ben's head and began to muscle her pussy into his mouth. She moaned with sweet pleasure. Ben ate up every juice that dropped.

Still with the same vigor, Beauty pushed Ben. He landed with his back on the bed. Without turning around, Beauty skillfully flung her whip, landing a sharp lash on her older sisters.

“That's to make sure you don't fall asleep on me.” Beauty guided Ben's hard cock into her pleasure hole and began to rock him back and forth. Ben grunted as his rider began to increase the pace. She stood on her toes and squatted on his cock. She fucked him until he couldn't hold back his cum. To the displeasure of their onlookers, the lovers expressed every sound as it pleased them.

With a heavy heart, Beauty entrusted the playful pups, unknowingly her sisters, to the care of a trusted servant until the wedding day.

Jude arrived on a chariot the day before the ceremony, his brow furrowed with concern. His questions about his missing daughters lingered during the evening meal, his confusion deepening as Jessica and Sloane entered the room, transformed into whimpering puppies. Beauty, her voice laced with concern, revealed the shocking truth about her sisters' cruel intentions. Relief washed over Jude, followed by a surge of protectiveness for his daughters.

"Father," Beauty began, her hand gently clasping his, "I understand your unwavering love for us, your children, but their actions put you at risk. As much as I want them here, their safety lies in your care."

Jude nodded; his voice firm yet filled with compassion. "Leave them to me, Beauty. You focus on your wedding and your new life with Ben. I promise to handle Jessica and Sloane." Their emotional exchange culminated in a warm embrace. They retreated for the night, each with a heavy heart.

The wedding was just as everyone had expected; nothing short of magnificent. Guests from all corners of the land gathered to witness the union. As Ben and Beauty prepared to embark on their honeymoon journey to a secluded island paradise, as Ben had described to Beauty a lush greenery carpeted the island, pristine beaches lapped with turquoise waters, and vibrant coral reefs teemed with life beneath the surface, Beauty requested the presence of her sisters.

Standing before the still-transformed girls, Beauty spoke with a voice filled with forgiveness. "I release you from this curse." Like a magic spell, Jessica and Sloane were free. They rushed to their father, tears streaming down their faces, filled with regret and a resolve to mend their ways.

Jude, however, remained distant, his heart heavy with disappointment. "Please," he said, his voice strained, "dress yourselves appropriately and meet me outside. We leave for the villa in a moment."

While Ben and Beauty embarked on a life of happiness, the future of Jessica and Sloane remained uncertain. Their path to redemption hinged on their ability to earn back their father's trust and rebuild the fractured bond with their sister.

THE END

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:

https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1206143 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1222028

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.

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