Beauty and The Beast Chapter 2 (exotic story)

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

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

//Bonus Exotic Naughty Artwork:

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

BEAUTY & THE BEAST (Chapter II-edit-v1v2)

By Hazel/StickyScribbles

It was almost dark outside when footsteps scurried down the hallway outside Beauty's room. The footsteps stopped abruptly as a low growl and an urgent murmur echoed in the almost empty castle.

Beauty grew curious when the murmur went up a notch and she heard the beast growl again. She made for the door but quickly remembered how much the Beast hated to be kept waiting at dinner. Her curiosity got a hold of her, and she tiptoed to the door to listen.

She could barely make out any words from the voice in the hallway. Whoever it was spoke too fast and incoherently. Then the beast growled and there was silence, someone stifled a scream before a door slammed shut.

Beauty almost jumped out of her skin. She held onto the doorpost to avoid falling over. A dozen questions buzzed in her head, but she told herself she was there to pay her father's debt and nothing else.

The bell tinkled impatiently and the bedroom door opened immediately, Beauty, ready for dinner, hesitated for a moment before she stepped out cautiously into the hallway. There was no one in sight and everywhere was calm. A pleasant perfume hung in the air, and it was gradually overtaken by the domineering scent of the Beast as Beauty approached the dining room. She softly bit her lips when she remembered how hard he had stroked the heat between her thighs just a few hours ago.

As she stepped into the doorway, the sight of the Beast made her nipples harden against the soft fabric of the corset she wore. Her breasts, which were already strained against the snatched efforts of the bootlace straps to keep them in place, threatened to spill over the top when his eyes met hers.

The beast was dressed in a perfectly tailored waistcoat without a shirt underneath and matching pants. Beauty yearned to touch the powerful and bare chest with her hands. She ached to feel his hairy chest tickle her nipples.

“You look great,” the beast said as he made a feeble effort to tear his gaze away from her breasts. “I want to see what you would look like in something more revealing. I've made a few changes to your closet. Now pull that dress a little higher so I can see what you have underneath.”

Beauty pulled the tiny dress over her hips. “Sit.” Beauty got down in a squat, placed her arms in front of her, and gave a low bark. She noticed the wild lust in the Beast’s eyes when the lips of her pussy outlined through the sheer material of her panties.

“Get on all fours and return to your room.” Beauty hung out her tongue. She dropped to her hands and knees, spun around, and waited for a while to give the Beast a good view of her luscious behind before she crawled away. The soft strike of a whip tingled her skin and stopped her in her tracks. She whimpered slightly.

“You've been a bad girl, dressing up in the wrong dress.” Beast dug his nails gently into the soft skin of her butt and nibbled lightly. “Don't keep me waiting,” he growled and spanked her. She whimpered again and hurried away.

Beauty returned some minutes later on all fours. This time she wore a crotchless thong with gold tiny buttons at the sides. The strapped black latex corset had a cupless front. Her hair was parted in the middle and kept in place with a headband of shiny latex dog ears.

“Good girl,” Beast complimented as he rose from his chair. He walked over to Beauty and gave her a gentle part on her head.

Beauty raised adoring puppy eyes at him and let him stroke her neck. “I have a treat for you,” the Beast said as hfe took the muzzle out of her mouth and offered her a cookie.

Beauty made to reach for it with her hand, but he gently slapped it away. “Be a good girl and take it with your mouth.”

Beauty put her mouth in his hands and ate it all up without leaving any crumbs. “That's great, now roll over on your back.”

Beauty obeyed and Beast gently rubbed her belly. His hand slowly moved around her smooth skin, going an inch lower until he touched her thong.

Beauty felt the heat rising within her as he slid a finger over her clit and slowly teased her. She wanted to scream for more when he pulled his hand away. “I've got more treat for you, lap pup,” he said huskily.

Beauty followed at Beast's heel when he walked to the table. She waited for his instructions, but he slid a gold collar with a long leash over her neck and fastened it to the foot of the table. “Here's your dinner.” Beast put some food in a dog bowl with Beauty's name engraved on it and another bowl with water in it. “Eat.” He growled.

Beauty hung her tongue and wiggled her ass excitedly before she put her mouth in the bowl. It was a little difficult at first but soon she was able to finish up her meal. “Good girl,” Beast patted her head, and she wiggled her butt. “Let's see what that tongue can do.” Beast untied the leash, made it a little shorter with a knot. Beauty felt her collar get a little tighter and whimpered.

Beast drew out a chair and sat down, he unbuckled his pants and pulled out his hard dick. Beauty’s eyes lit with excitement. She reached for it but the leash held her back. “Sit,” Beast commanded. Beauty obeyed and watched him pour vanilla on his erect dick. She strained at the leash again. Ben drew his chair closer and pulled her to him. Slowly, Beauty moved her tongue along the shaft of his dick. She whimpered and wiggled her butt as saliva dripped over his balls and she lapped it up. The beast could feel his load about to erupt. Her tongue moved in swift strokes all over his shaft and around his ridge until he burst a full load and Beauty licked up every single drop. She gave him a puppy gaze as she wiped the last trace of cum on her lips.

The hallway to the gallery was lined with glistening mirrors on both sides between masterfully carved columns and rich embroidery curtains that hung from the roof but barely touched the higher parts of the wall.

The candles in the polished bowls on the columns lit up the hallway and the soft light complimented the excited Beauty that bounced at her master's heel eager for more treats. Their reflection caught her eyes, and she drew closer to the mirror to get a better look. “No,” Beast said firmly.

He wound the leash gently around his hand. Beauty put her head a little lower between her arms to apologize and he rubbed her belly, letting her lick his face and hands. Then he brought out some cookies from his pocket and let her eat from his hand.

“Good girl,” Beast beamed. “I have something you would love.” He brought out a small golden padlock and put it on Beauty's collar. “I am officially your owner now and you owe me true loyalty.”

Beauty looked up at him with so much adoration in her eyes and he offered her another treat. She noticed a small key that hung from a sapphire necklace around Beast’s neck. He was the only one who had permission to handle her and the thought made her pussy drip. Beauty got closer to the beast and sniffed his crotch before she gave his hard dick a gentle lick and nuzzled it under her jaw. He reached under her and felt for her dripping pussy which welcomed his touch. In one swift movement, he lifted her and gripped one of her tits in his mouth with his hands firmly clasped around her waist. Then he kissed every part of her cleavage before he let his tongue flick over her nipple until she let out a moan, and then he put her down on the floor.

She let out a soft whimper when he let her go and sniffed his crotch again. “Stop,” the beast said gently and tugged on the leash. “Come with me.”

Beast closely followed by Beauty, went along the hallway until they came to the bottom of a flight of stairs. Beauty had often wondered what lay in waiting at the top of those stairs. The stairs led to a big iron door which led to what might have been a spectacular roof garden in the past. It was run over with some weeds which threatened to choke the little life left of the rose garden that struggled through thorns. There were a few flowers that appeared to have bloomed earlier in the day.

Beast inspected the garden with Beauty on the leash. Something stirred inside her as she noticed the deep concern in his eyes as he looked over his beloved garden. She was about to ask some questions when he led her to another part of the garden, there was a door in the wall and Beast pushed it open.

They walked into a large hall with huge shelves stacked high with hundreds of books. There was also a gallery with several paintings of puppies playing in the meadows, by the pool, or within the castle walls.

One painting caught Beauty's eye. It was a mural of a very handsome man who sat on a rare horse breed, dressed in a very expensive robe.

There was a group of people around him and he stared at them with derision. Beauty observed there were a few elves too and they weren't spared from the gorgeous man’s cruel gaze.

The next painting was an angry fairy caught in a storm outside a magnificent castle. She held a collar in her hands and looked so enraged. In the painting, there was a sad-looking creature who sat among freshly planted roses with anguish on his face.

The man in the painting made Beauty think of Beast and her heart melted at the thought of the loneliness he must have endured before her arrival.

She realized suddenly that she was alone and although Beast had often commanded her to stay put wherever he kept her, her curiosity got the better of her and she wandered off. Beast found Beauty behind a shelf where she tried to hide away from him.

“Naughty girl. Now you need some more training and you have to learn how to behave.” Beast took Beauty by the leash and led her out of the hall through another door that led into a room.

He put her in a large puppy cage and locked her up. Inside the cage were comfortable cushions on the floor and a bowl with Beauty’s name on it in a corner. She ate a bit out of her bowl and lay on her side.

Some minutes later, she heard the door of the cage open. He pulled her out and dropped on his knees behind her, then his hand gripped her waist tightly until she could feel the full length of his erection between her butt cheeks. Slowly his hand made its way to her pussy, and he groaned with raw lust when he touched her warm slit.

Beauty whimpered and signaled him to give her more pleasure. Beast didn't need any further encouragement, he parted the lips of her pussy and found her pleasure knob, again she whimpered and ‘wagged’ her furry tail which caressed under his belly and drove him on. His finger slipped into her heat, and she let out a soft moan.

Beast could barely contain himself as he stroked her heat, stoking her lust for him with each move. With the other hand, he grabbed a handful of her butt and spanked her. “More,” Beauty urged him.

The palm of Beast’s hand made a swift contact with her butt cheek. She squirmed and whimpered louder.

A wave of ecstasy rippled through Beauty’s body when the Beast parted her legs with unrestrained urgency. He stared at her exposed clit for a few moments before he flicked his tongue lightly over it. Beauty breathed faster and tried to touch him but her hands were held fast in cuffs.

She raised her hips slightly and gasped in wonder when he flicked his tongue again. This time he let it closer to her dripping hole so he could get a taste of her creamy goodness. “Oh,” she moaned and tugged at the cuffs. She had a burning desire to touch him and run her fingers through his hair.

Beast raised his head from between her thighs then covered her lower abdomen and thighs with soft wet kisses. Beauty felt an ache from the rising heat within her. She yearned for him deep inside her.

“I'm going to take you now,” Beast gently rubbed his finger over her slit. “I'll use your hole now, and when I'm done making you quiver with so much pleasure, I'll clean you up and put you in your cage.”

Beauty nodded. Beast undressed and Beauty's eyes grew with admiration at the way his cock sprung out of its restraints. Hard as a rock, it never ceased to amaze her. Beast rubbed his cock against her clit before he slowly slid into her. Beauty moaned and he increased his thrust. He held her neck lightly to remind her of her place as he thrust in sync with her moans.

As each day unfolded, she began to adjust to life in the castle. Ben had been away for some time and it felt lonely in the castle. To pass the time, she'd spend hours in the library seeking knowledge, writing and waiting for beast to come home. When eyes grew tired, her thoughts wandered and thought of her family. She had been away for so long that she really hoped they were doing well. Moments when she remembered her father painting by the river sand while she and her sisters played with water, a dull ache she'd felt whenever she remember.

Today was one of those days, where mornings were long and Ben had gone on his usual trip to the forest. The castle felt empty since he left and she was always anxious. "I miss him," Beauty sighed to herself.

Getting out of bed, she slipped into a dress that exuded sensuality, the fabric cascaded in graceful folds. It was made from the softest material she had ever felt, "Wool, maybe?" she thought as she felt the fabric against her skin. The neckline plunged, showcasing the hint of her cleavage while the fitting accentuated her curves with confidence. The thigh, high slit added a touch of seduction and flowed seamlessly, leaving an air of captivation as she moved around the room.

Her thoughts drifted to Ben and her skin tingle, and her breasts ached. "No," she thought she wasn't going to punish herself. So, she explored the attic instead. Within the grand castle, she ascended to the north wing, a secluded santuary - the attic. As she pushed the wooden door, a tapestry of dust danced in the sunlight.
This place would use a lot of cleaning, she thought.

Cobwebs clung to the furniture and old trinklets in the corners of the room, dust kissed, paintings leaning against the walls, each paintings revealing past stories. She lightly let her fingertips hover just above the surface of the paintings, tracing the contours of each frame ever so delicately. She halted before the captivating painting of a young woman.

Beauty felt a gaze of admiration while staring at the details of the paintings. The young lady was as fair as the sun itself. She thought it was impossible, how a painter could create such an impression of a being so perfectly. Someone had gone through a great deal to portray the beauty of the young lady on the canvas.

However, amidst admiration, Beauty felt a twinge of jealously creep in. Who is this woman?
Could this be Ben's secret lover?

Fear and uncertainty grappled her she feared that there might be a possibility that she might not be the only one who held a place in his heart.

Leaving the attic, her mind wandered as she descended into the castle's corridors and towards the basement. As she stepped into the dimly lit basement, her eyes widened at the sight of the captivating artifacts scattered throughout the basement. Ancient relics of times forgotten, surfaces telling of battles fought. She looked around in the midst of those treasures and found a tomb, its presence casting a quiet glow in the basement.

Curiosity gripped her as she brushed her fingertips against the markings etched on the tomb. The echo of footsteps sent her hiding until she felt Ben's presence which coaxed her back into the light.

"Beauty, what are you doing here?" Ben asked, surprised anyone would be there. Beauty, her voice gentle but firm explained, "I was bored and decided to explore." She noticed he was putting on silver linen that bared his chest down to his navel. She hesitated, pondering on how much sleep she's had.

"Y-you've been gone for so long," Beauty continued. "and I didn't know what else to do." Ben studied her eyes for the display of falsity but couldn't find any. He sighed, "I know I've been away for a while and I want to make it up to you." He extended his hand, "Give me your hand, cara mia."

Beauty's palm was gently enveloped by a bigger palm as they walked out of the basement as they ascended the stairs.

In an attempt to lift Beauty's spirit, Ben snapped his fingers, and someone emerged out of the entrance curtain. A middle-aged man wearing a waist jacket and bow tie let out a smile for a greeting. Suddenly, an object that didn't look like it was there poked into sight from behind the man.

Beauty held her breath.
The eeriness died as soon as the object wobbled its ugly head. Realizing that it was a puppeteer eased the tense that had surged up within Beauty. Ben had noticed it too, and had been waiting for the shock to collapse into a smile. But the smile was taking forever. The puppeteer's elaborate display of classical mimics and political satire received cheers and applause from Ben.

Beauty's mood remained stoic. Ben raised his hand, bring the entertainment to a halt. He motioned the man out of sight.

In a warm gentle tone, Ben asked, "Anything you want to share with me?" "Giovanni is one of the best. Even his puppet is shocked at their audience today." Ben held her hand, searching her eyes for answers Despite his prodding, Beauty remained tight lipped and her emotions guarded. Confused, Ben's tone changed. "Did I do something to upset you?" Beauty sighed. She'd forgotten her mission. The Beast had gone more than skin-deep, no thanks to his spontaneity.

In another attempt to bring her to her former self, the beast went behind her and encased her in a hug. He buried his snouth in her neck and inhaled deeply "You smell so good, cara mia, " Beauty was weak in the knees, but turned away from his touch abruptly. "I'm sure, I don't smell as enchanting as the others."

Ben was still, and then he reiterated her last words, "The others?" He was confused, unsure where the direction of beauty's conversation was headed. "I must have done something to upset you"

"I'm sorry I gave you that impression, but I've been carried away by your lovemaking and prowess I forgot why I'm really here. I'm just some replacement of a past love." Ben was puzzled, "What do you mean, cara mia?' "Please, stop calling me that." She waved her hands frantically. "It doesn't matter. After all, the most I'll ever get is on your frame for your artistic pleasure."

Ben paused, letting the words sink in. Suddenly, he let out a chuckle that echoed in the living room.

"You must have come across a portrait of my mother in her youth. There's a few of them at the attic." Noticing the realization on beauty's face, and how the shock slowly disappeared into a relief, he continued, "I was eleven when she died in my arms. I buried her in the basement."

Beauty recalled the tomb with the beautifully marked carvings and blushed in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, I..I.. didn't realize." Beauty faced down and picked her nails apologetically. Ben chuckled and enveloped her in a tight hug. "It's alright. I should have said something."

Beauty found each moment with Ben an evolving path. Days ago, dread painted him a monster in her eyes, a desperate need to save her father, her only focus. Now, she saw a different side of him. He listened, yearned for her, fucked her to her wits end, and unveiled his deepest secrets, offering a glimpse into the man beneath his beastly appearance.

With each passing second, Beauty's mind ran through a web of the past and future. She thought of straightening some of her stories; perhaps the part about her jealousy upon the discovery of his young gorgeous mother wouldn't make it home with her. And some other interesting part too.

As their embrace lingered, she held him, inhaling his scent and wishing the moment would stretch into days, weeks and years. Under Ben's massive size, she yearned for something deeper. She wanted him, and as she peeked at Ben crotch, she knew it was a matter of time before their desires caved into another heat of passion.

The serene silence shattered with Ben's soft voice, "Have you seen the gallery?" "Gallery?" she echoed, momentarily pulled from her thoughts. Taking her hand, Ben smiled, "Come, then."

The dim castle corridors felt less foreboding as Ben and Beauty began another exploration together. They passed his chamber, then descended towards the winery. As they went, Beauty couldn't help but notice Ben's relaxed demeanor. He wanted to give everything for his happiness. She could tell he must have been disappointed with himself over the puppeteer show.

Reaching a seemingly unremarkable wall, Ben reached for a hidden knob. With a satisfying click, a section of the wall swung open, revealing a hidden gem - the gallery. Intriguing frames lined the walls, each holding a story waiting to be unraveled.

Beauty's eyes widened with each step. The paintings, diverse in style and subject, seemed to hum with a life of their own. As she neared the end of the gallery, one particular piece caught her eye. A gasp escaped her lips. The scene depicted a garden, its layout and flora eerily familiar. It reminded her of...home.

Reaching out, she traced the edge of the canvas with a delicate finger. "How old is this?" she whispered, mesmerized by the image.

She turned towards Ben, expecting an answer, but Ben's silence hinted at chapters he didn't want to disclose. Beauty, sensing something was wrong chose not to pry and tactfully steered the conversation in a different direction. "So, where else are you taking me to?"

Ben's gaze snagged on a particular frame, causing his brow to furrow. Beauty, mindful of potential past hurts, instinctively reached for his hand, her fingers seeking solace in his. But before she could guide him away, his voice stopped her. "Come look at this," Ben beckoned, drawing her closer. Intrigued, Beauty followed. Upon closer inspection, she realized it wasn't a painting at all.

"A mirror?" she questioned, her voice laced with curiosity. Ben's expression softened. "Not just any mirror," he corrected. "My mother gave it to me on my ninth birthday." A nostalgic smile played on his lips.

Beauty, captivated by this new, vulnerable side of him, leaned up and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. He was adorable, she thought, a stark contrast to the imposing figure she'd initially encountered. Her mind drifted to the stories she'd read about the unique bond between mothers and sons, and she couldn't help but wonder about the dynamic between Ben and his mother.

"Why do you keep it here then? It should be in your chamber." "There's more to it than meets the eye," Ben said, carefully unwrapping the object. "It's a magic mirror."

Beauty's brow furrowed. She’d grown up on tales of enchanted artifacts, and the magic mirror held a prominent place in those bedtime stories. Yet, the connection between a mythical object and Ben's childhood gift remained unclear.

"The stories? You mean the one about showing your deepest desires, with fairies watching through it?" Beauty's smile held a hint of dismissal. Ben, sensing her skepticism, met her gaze with determination. He gently placed her in front of the mirror, his voice a hushed whisper, "Repeat after me: 'Mirror of mystic realms, unveil the secrets veiled in time, show me echoes of forgotten tales and reveal the wisdom hidden within your reflective depths.'"

Beauty took a deep breath and repeated the whispered the incantation. As beauty uttered the incantation, the mirror obediently shimmered to life, unveiling a distressing scene. It depicted Beauty's two sisters, neglecting their ailing father. His once vibrant figure overcome by sickness while her sisters consumed by their own pleasures, neglecting his suffering. The mirror revealed the family discord that unfolded in her absence.

Distressed beauty felt a tinge of guilt and her eyes widened in concern. The weight of her promise to Ben to always stay by Ben's side clashed with the harsh reality before her- a stressing dilemma. Torn between her duty to family and loyalty to a creature who has come so far to mean something to her. Helplessness washed over her, leaving her caught in a storm of responsibilities.

Ben's voice, heavy with unspoken emotions, held the truth he struggled to voice. "You have to leave, Beauty. Your father needs you." His words hung in the air, a painful reminder of their impending separation.

Beauty, eyes welling with tears, turned to face him, confusion etched on her features. "What?" she choked out, the single word laden with disbelief and disappointment.

"Your father's time is running short," Ben repeated, his gaze flickering away for a fleeting moment. "I can help him, but you need to be with him." He spoke with a quiet resolve, masking the turmoil within.

"I don't understand."

"Your debt is paid. This curse is meant for me to bare. My beloved, I am sorry my selfish ways I have caused your father to suffer more in your absence. Please take these remaining healing rose bushes to save your father before it is too late." Ben smiled weakly.

Beauty's eyes widened. "Ben, you're willing to do that? But what about you? That rose bush sustains you!"

"Your happiness, Beauty," he said, his voice trembling slightly, "is worth more than a thousand life times and the riches of any world.

Tears welled up in Beauty's eyes. "You're offering me a choice, Ben, and a heavy one. I need time to think." Ben's expression softened. "There may not be any, my love. You need to leave now." The weight of their predicament settled heavily on them. They both knew time was a precious commodity. Ben pulled Beauty into a tight embrace, his tears mingling with hers. He cherished the memories they had shared, grateful for the love they had found in this unexpected turn of events. Their embrace held the unspoken words, the bittersweet realization that their newfound connection might be tragically short-lived.

Beauty spoke her voice trembling with urgency, "Ben, I beg you. We can save my father together. Let me take some of the healing flowers with us and you can accompany me. Your presence will work miracles for him."

Ben hesitated, concern darkening. "I want to come, but I don't want to scare him. We need all the medicine to help him survive and I fear my appearance might frighten him to death in his weakened state to death."

"I understand the risks but I believe in you and in our love. i want my father to see that you've changed and I want my father to see your kindness that is now in you. please do not be afraid.' Ben hesitated, torn by his desire to help and the harsh reality of his appearance. "I fear causing him harm, but for you, my love, I'll try. Let's gather the flowers." He paused, then added, "But we must be careful for your father's sake."

Beauty, grappled with Ben's selfless offer, nodded in understanding. The castle seemed to exhale a sigh of both sorrow and hope. They walked side by side, ascending the stairs, back to Ben's chamber. Ben halted.

"Did you hear that?" Beauty listened, studying the giant's features. "Oh, um, I thought I heard something."

Their hands intertwined, they reached the living room, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Turning towards the heavy oak door leading to the garden, Beauty could almost hear the frantic thump of Ben's heart.

He paused, as if struck by a sudden thought. Worry gnawed at Beauty, but she understood the gravity of his choice. Silence stretched between them, allowing him space to grapple with the weight of his decision. Without a word, Ben abruptly turned and strode down a different hallway. Beauty stood frozen, unable to follow. Though her stay in the castle had been brief, she recognized the large, weathered door marking the entrance to the garden and its vibrant array of flowers.

Anxiety gnawed at her. She paced, her steps echoing in the emptiness. Finally, drawn by an irresistible urge, she crept towards the door and peeked through the keyhole. A gasp escaped her lips as a kaleidoscope of colors flooded her vision – the flowers, swaying gently like a living field, "bowing to the West under the eastern wind."

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Ben's voice, unexpectedly gruff, startled her. She spun around, heart pounding. Her eyes searched him. His grim expression, the worn gloves on his hands, and finally, the glint of shears in his grasp, painted a stark picture. A wave of bittersweet relief washed over her.

"We are really doing this?" she whispered, the weight of their decision settling heavily on her shoulders. Beauty studied the beast. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he remained silent, a knowing twinkle in his eyes.

They entered the garden, a different section unfolding before them. Diverse flowers bloomed here, with a few scattered roses adding their fragrance to the air. As they walked, a chorus of tiny whispers reached Beauty's ears. "Aha, you hear it too?" Ben asked, his voice laced with a hint of relief. "I thought I was losing it." The whispers intensified, their source remaining unseen.

"What are they saying?" Beauty inquired, her brows furrowed in concern. "Just ignore them," Ben mumbled, reaching down to snip a few roses. But as the shears met the stems, the whispers erupted into a cacophony. He paused, his gaze meeting Beauty's. Tears welled up in his eyes, spilling down his cheeks as he continued, gathering a small bunch of roses.

The earth convulsed beneath them, a tremor that sent a jolt of fear through them. Beauty instinctively sought refuge in Ben's open arms, their eyes squeezed shut bracing for the unknown. When they dared to open them, a breathtaking spectacle unfolded: new roses, vibrant and life-affirming, burst forth from the ground, as if a new garden was being born right before their eyes.

Something brushed against Beauty's head, causing her to flinch. It was a small object dislodged from Ben's neck. As they both looked down, a collective gasp escaped their lips. Ben's features had undergone a remarkable transformation, the beastly visage replaced by the face of a young, handsome prince. He reached up instinctively, touching the smooth skin of his neck, a mixture of awe and disbelief in his eyes.

"The curse," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "It's gone." Beauty's lips parted in silent wonder. The once imposing figure before her was now a man radiating newfound confidence and a gentle grace. Overwhelmed by a multitude of emotions, she embraced him tightly, the joy of his liberation intertwined with the bittersweet realization of the sacrifices made.

Their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them. Time was of the essence. Emerging from the vibrant garden, Beauty navigated the familiar path towards the front lawn. Her faithful steed, pampered during her absence, stood tethered near a hay bale, ready for a swift departure.

Beauty swung herself onto her horse, beckoning Ben to join her. "Come on," she urged, "she's strong enough for both of us." Ben, however, had a different plan. With a playful grin, he gently ushered her down and hoisted her onto his broad shoulders. Bouquet of roses cradled in one hand, he strode back towards the castle.

They raced back to the gallery, where the magic mirror awaited. As Ben muttered the incantation, Beauty watched in rapt attention. Pointing to the familiar cottage reflected on the shimmering surface, Ben asked, "Do you recognize that?"

Beauty's speechless gaze spoke volumes. While not the strangest occurrence of the day, the sight had rendered her awestruck. "That's a yes, I take it?" Ben chuckled, offering his arm. In a single, coordinated leap, they plunged into the mirror's swirling surface.

A tumble onto the hay farm, a tangle of limbs, and a burst of laughter shattered the midday quiet. The commotion drew the attention of the girls inside, with Jessica rushing out first. The sight that greeted her was a spectacle. Ben and Beauty, sprawled amidst the hay with laughter still echoing in their voices, were a mess of hay and happiness.

Ignoring the shock on Jessica's face, Beauty, eager to save her father first, introduced them, "Meet my sister, Jessica." Explanations, she decided, could wait. Meanwhile, Jude, alerted by their arrival, struggled to reach the door with his walking stick. A stumble sent him teetering, but Ben's quick reflexes prevented a fall. Together, they gently guided him back to bed.

Jude's gaze flickered from the young man who had caught him to Beauty's concerned face. He attempted to speak, but a fit of coughing cut him short. "Relax, Papa," Beauty soothed, hurrying to the kitchen for water. "And who might you be?" inquired a voice from behind Ben. He recognized Beauty's sister and offered a courteous smile.

"Benvolio....Ben, please," he replied, politely averting his eyes from the woman's overly revealing bosom. Her tits were barely able to fit into the tight silky top. "Sloane, I presume?"

"Indeed," Sloane responded, her gaze fixed intently on the handsome stranger. "Beauty didn't mention we'd have company," she remarked with a hint of disapproval as she slowly placed her butt on the edge of a seat at the other end of the room. "Right," Jessica chimed in, entering the room. "Our little sister seems to have had quite the unexpected adventure, leaving us to fend for ourselves."

Ben offered a placating smile, masking his disappointment. "I hardly think so," he said. "Don't bother," Beauty said upon returning with a glass of water. "You naughty girl," Jessica whispered to Sloane. They giggled. Jessica's eyes lit up as if she had remembered something. She disappeared into one of the rooms. Ben cased his irritation, focusing his attention on the mission. Beauty knelt beside her father, helping him drink as Ben approached with the bouquet. As one of the roses brushed against Jude, a coughing fit seized him.

"What are you doing to him?" Sloane recoiled, the girls maintaining their distance in fear of a contagious illness.

The rose continued to affect Jude, his frail form visibly regaining strength. Recognizing the flower's power, Beauty gently removed it and pressed it against her father's chest. "No," Ben interjected. "One touch is enough." It was too late. Jude went into a seizure, his body vibrated on the bed. Ben and Beauty held him down.

"What is happening to him?" Beauty cried. Eyes were fixated on Ben, and the more he tried, the more he inched towards hopelessness. Jessica reappeared wearing a cropped top that kept half of her breasts hanging in view. "Father is dying," Beauty said after observing her sisters, "and all you two care about is a silly attention."

Sloane, defensive, snapped, "And where were you when we needed you most?" "Oh, no!" Ben's voice boomed, silencing the room. All eyes turned to Jude, whose stillness spoke volumes of their dwindling hope. The air crackled with a heavy silence, thick with worry and the suffocating weight of a dwindling timeline.