The Beast

[cgraven]

When Le Bête swept Belle into his arms he felt her supple young body stiffen, her lips firm but unresponsive as if she had never been kissed before. But then he felt her body begin to relax her lips slowly part as her supple young body seemed to cling to his for a moment as she responded to that sweetly seductive kiss. That kiss lingered only for a moment before Belle slowly she broke the kiss. Her soft eyes fluttered open and she gazed into his eyes.

"I hope you don't do that to everyone that brings you cake"

Belle’s voice was light and teasing as she slipped from his arms to once more play the servant as she cut the cake.

The kiss, her response to it, and then her sudden pulling away from its sweetness only confused Le Bête. Oh the dashing young Caviler Paul del la Croix would have recognized the stunning young beauty’s need, her desire for romance, to be courted, and to be cherished. Yet Paul del la Croix had slowly slipped away as the man became Le Bête. Where Bell’s was light and vivacious he was withdrawn and sullen as he picked at the cake she offered him. There was a wall between them a wall build of her girlish dreams and desires and his primal needs. Yet within Le Bête there was just a spark of Paul del la Croix left, a weak little spark of long forgotten humanity. At last he pushed the plate from him as he rose from his seat.

“Belle your cell must be cold and damp.”

Le Bête was distracted a tad nervous as he spoke.

“Come I will show you your new room………..leave the dishes for now.”

He took a candle from the table to light Belle’s way as he led her not to a back staircase but up the main circular staircase. At the head of the staircase he turned to the young beauty, his lips just a breath away from her.

“You are never to go to the West tower Belle…….Never!”

Le Bête led Belle into the East Tower, to a set of double doors, to reveal a magnificent chamber, one that had a definite feminine feel to it. Unlike the rest of the Castle there was not thick layer of dust, it was pristine, almost like it had been kept as a shrine. Beyond the main salon was a bathing chamber with a tub that was more akin to a pool. Le Bête kissed her hand and then withdrew to his West tower leaving the young beauty in her new room.

 

[Perplexia]

Belle took her time examining her new room and all the splendor it brought. The truth was since he let her out she had been using the chair in the library to sleep on rather then the cell he'd kept her in.

She hadn't thought about the west wing since she'd been first brought to his chambers and told to strip. She shivered lightly at the memory. She knew there was more to him but wondered how to get to know him.

It was overly apparent that he was attracted to her. Belle sank into the pool like bathtub and washed the dirt away. Her fingers caressed her smooth young flesh as the steam rose from the hot water. She rose from the bath and the water cascade off of her. Wrapping herself in soft robe she set the fire in the hearth and watched the flames before falling asleep on the floor.

Belle tossed and turned on he floor as a visionary dream over took her. She dreamt that Gaston had arrived and set fire to he cheateau that she was growing to love so much and killing the beast she was starting to admire as well. He had then proceeded to tie her up and drag her away. Belle woke up crying and screaming into the dark room that was only illuminated by the fire.

 

[cgraven]

Toussaint Gaston lessoned with growing interest as Maurice became drunker and drunker as his wine loosen tongue came freer and freer as to what happen to first him and then to his daughter Belle.

“So some beast of a man has claimed your little Belle Maurice so you could go free?”

Toussaint mounted a table held out his hand and pointed an accusing finger at Maurice.

“Our brave Maurice escaped to tell his tale from la Grande Bête …..and …..it……only……..cost….Belle ….her virtue.”

Roars of mocking laughter filled the village tavern as Maurice sunk into the darkest corner of the tavern.

Toussaint Gaston let the humiliated man wallow in his wine for most of the evening before he came to Maurice.

“Tell me about this Bête and his lair………this Château Dèsespéré.

Toussaint plied the distraught father with more wine as he question him as to the where abouts of the Bête’s island and of Belle. He was patient for Toussaint Gaston saw the chances for riches and to make the proud little Belle his concubine after all the proud beauty by now must have been ravaged by the beast.

 

[Perplexia]

Maurice continued to tell the tale of the great beast to Gaston. How this horrified creature manipulated him to giving up Belle for his own life. She would be lost to the creature and him forever.

Gaston was making plans of his own. His greedy desire for Belle, now that it was assumed her virtue had been taken, once he proved to be the gallant hero she would have no choice but to be his concubine and be in debt and gratitude for him forever. This beast was a gift, soon a dead gift, but still a gift.

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Belle continued to hold her knees to her chest rocking back and forth weeping and terrified. "please no please no" she continued to beg of the darkness. She was shaking and feverish any little sound made her cry out again.

 

[cgraven]

Toussaint Gaston slowly began to piece together the wine soaked ramblings of Maurice…..the unnatural fog bank……….the castle high on the windswept cliff…………and then there was the mumbled name of Le Bête domain Château Dèsespéré . The very name sent a shiver through Gaston, any other man would have given up, written sweet little Belle off as a lost cause, but Toussaint Gaston was not just any man. Château Dèsespéré , the hunt for a mythical beast, riches beyond imagining, and Belle! It was all too much to resist. A select band of adventures, well rouges, Gaston began pondering just who would be right for this adventure, and just who he could control, or cheat without fear of reprisal.

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"please no please no"

Belle’s plaintive cries roused Le Bête from his own restless sleep. He rose not sure what was causing the young beauty’s cries. He came storming from the West wing of Château Dèsespéré , to the East wing where Belle’s new rooms were. He threw open the door to the young girl’s room his dark silhouette filled the door frame every muscle in his massive body wound tight, ready for the fight that Belle’s screams. The gorgeous young beauty was a sight to behold, Belle clutched her knees to her chest, rocking back and forth like a frightened child weeping.

In that moment something happened to Le Bête, a glimmer of the man he was, a shark of Paul del la Croix stirred deep in his breast. He came to the terrified girl, enfolded her in his arms, rocking her as one would too comfort a frighten child.

“Hush…..hush.”

Le Bête whispered to Belle. Then on impulse he softly kissed the crown of the girl’s head.

“It’s only a nightmare Belle……..just a bad dream.

 

[Perplexia]

Belle turned and wrapped her arms tightly around the beast. Tears still flooding from her eyes. "It was so real, he's coming and will force me to go with him. Don't let him take me. You can't let him take me."

The fear in her voice was real, she believed the dream she had fully and believed Gaston to be capable of the terrible images she saw in her mind. "He will kill you and burn our home to the ground. He will drag me away and force me to be his. Please don't let him take me." she begged again nuzzling her face against his fur.

In a few minutes in the beasts arms she was calmer but still clung to him as her salvation. "My father will drink himself silly and tell the town, that is just his nature. Gaston will come, you have to be prepared" she warned believing she spoke the truth.

"He is a horrid man, he is cruel and heartless. If he takes me he will do things to me that are unspeakable. I fear for you as well. He is ruthless and simply horrid" She clung to him even tighter.

 

[cgraven]

"He will kill you and burn our home to the ground. He will drag me away and force me to be his. Please don't let him take me."

Belle nuzzled deeper into Le Bête deep rich fur as she clung to him as if he was her only hope.

"My father will drink himself silly and tell the town, that is just his nature. Gaston will come, you have to be prepared"

There was a pleading desperation in the petite young beauty’s voice, a tremor of fear clear in her soft angelic tones. The beast could feel the moisture of her tears in his fur.

"He is a horrid man, he is cruel and heartless. If he takes me he will do things to me that are unspeakable. I fear for you as well. He is ruthless and simply horrid"

“What could he do to me,……….a beast, a worthless creature unfit for genteel company,……unfit for human company.”

Le Bête cradled Belle in his arms as he tried to comfort the frightened young girl. He looked deep into her soft tear shimmering eyes and on an impulse his lips brushed hers in a gentle kiss. They lingered on Belle’s just softly pressed to her sweet moist pink lips, and yet they demanded nothing from her. Slowly he let his lips slip from those delicious sweet lips, they clung to Belle’s till the last possible moment. Le Bête lips parted as if to say something but no words passed them. Paul del la Croix would have told her he loved her. but Le Bête remained silent unwanting to see the look of distain in her eyes if he spoke those three little words.

 

[Perplexia]

Belle excepted his soft kiss and clung to him tightly until their lips parted. "Don't say those things. You are not those things. If you were you would have used and discarded me. Instead you respected my wishes. You honor me with your company. You are more of a gentleman then he will ever be. You are not a beast, nor are you horrid and wretched."

She kissed him softly and slowly slid her tongue into his mouth as he had the first time he kissed her. Her small body pressed against him tightly as she still clung to him for fear of being ripped from his arms. Slowly she broke the kiss and blushed a little. "I hope i did that okay" she said softly. "Each day that you share a bit of yourself with me, the more I like and care for you. He will try to take our relationship and make it disgusting and horrid. Don't allow that to happen. That is not the way I feel about you."

At the thought of Gaston beheading her beast and hanging his head on the mantle tears fell from her eyes again. She trembled in her beasts arms with fear of what was to come. "promise me that you won't let him take you from me or me from you." she begged softly.

The fur of his chest against her face felt silky smooth. His strong arms holding her tight gave her a small sense of relief from the fear she felt.

 

[cgraven]

"Don't say those things. You are not those things. If you were you would have used and discarded me. Instead you respected my wishes. You honor me with your company. You are more of a gentleman then he will ever be. You are not a beast, nor are you horrid and wretched."

Le Bête was taken aback as Belle stretched up on to her tip toes and pressed her soft moist lips to his. Those luscious lips parted as her little pink tongue shyly slipped into his mouth. The beasts gladly surrendered to Belle’s kiss. He let her take the lead, and did not press his advantage as those sweet pink lips pulled away from his.

"I hope i did that okay"

“Yes you did.”

Was his simple reply

"Each day that you share a bit of yourself with me, the more I like and care for you. He will try to take our relationship and make it disgusting and horrid. Don't allow that to happen. That is not the way I feel about you………promise me that you won't let him take you from me or me from you."

Belle poured her heart out to him as she clung to Le Bête. All her fears pour out in those few words as she clung to him as if her very life depended on it. He lifted her chin with a single finger his eyes seeking hers, his lips now found hers and softly claimed them. His body told Belle he wanted her, wanted her now. The old beast would have simply pressed his advantage with the terrified young beauty. But each day more of the man that was Paul del la Croix became part of Le Bête. Oh not in outward appearances but in the core of who and what he was.

 

[Perplexia]

Belle clung to him tightly and found herself moaning softly as he kissed her. In revealing her fears to him it revealed to herself just how deeply she was beginning to feel for this cursed creature. She had never let herself recognize that she truly wanted to stay here with him. She was falling in love with him. Despite his aggressive tones and manners. But each day that passed seemed to let a bit of the man he once was creep through.

Slowly breaking the kiss her eyes searched his. "If you asked me to stay and be your wife, your mate, your lifelong companion I would if i was sure that you loved me as i'm starting to love you."

 

[cgraven]

"If you asked me to stay and be your wife, your mate, your lifelong companion I would if i was sure that you loved me as I’m starting to love you."

At the word wife Le Bête’s body stiffened, beasts did not take wives, and he could not condemn Belle to a life without escape or the sorrow to see that none of the clergy would sanction such a union. He found Belle’s eyes as he hesitantly spoke.

“None of the clergy would sanction such a union Belle……”

His voice trailed off as he held her eyes gently in his gaze.

“But I would willingly take you as my mate, my companion, and my love.”

He had spoken honestly, it would have been easy to lie to her, to deceive her to get what he wanted, Le Bête could but not Paul del la Croix could not. He held out his hand to Belle, he had made his decision now it was her turn to take his hand or not.

“Come to my bed Belle.”

 

[Perplexia]

Belle nodded when he told her none of the clergy would sanction such a union. But instead he offered her the role as his mate, his companion, his love. Slowly she placed her hand in his and rose off the floor with him. She followed him across the house and into the forbidden west wing.

She watched as he closed the door to his massive chamber which held a large ornate framed bed. The fireplace flickered and danced as she stood before him. Trembling slightly she reached down gathering the end of her night dress and slowly began to pull it up revealing her young supple virgin body to him.

Placing her gown at the end of the bed she pulled back the blankets and climbed into it. It was there where she waited for her mate to claim her as his own.

 

[cgraven]

“Come to my bed Belle.”

Le Bête gazed down on the kneeling young redheaded beauty his hand extended to her and invitation for Belle to take the next step. He could not help but smile at the memory of how she had kissed him than had blushed so innocently as she shyly whispered "I hope i did that okay". Then Belle’s small little hand took Le Bête paw as she rose. That simple gesture her commitment to become his mate, his companion, and his lover.

It was as if Château Dèsespéré’ held its breath the only sound was that of Belle’s bare feet padding on the stone floors of the château. Far from being cold the stones were warm as if her growing affection for Le Bête was bring life back to the château itself. Before she knew it Belle was once more in the Master’s bed chamber, this time not dragged there, this time Bell had come of her own free will. Le Bête stood there and watched, as Belle stood before the flickering fire on the hearth her supple young body clearly silhouetted by those flickering flames against her thin nightgown. His heart was racing as Belle seemed to hesitate for a moment, had she changed her mind, would the horror of the beast send her screaming into the night? All his fears came rushing back, weighing down his spirit, and then as a sweet innocent blush kissed Belle’s cheeks and trembling slightly she reached down gathering the end of her nightgown and slowly began to pull it up revealing her young supple virgin body to him.

Le Bête’s breath caught, his heart ached at the sight of the young beauty’s chaste young body. Her skin was a soft flawless alabaster possessed of a creamy ivory quality, she was gorgeous and yet apparently ignorant of just how beautiful she was. He watched as Belle shyly folded her night gown placing it at the end of the bed. Belle blushed crimson as she pulled back the silken comforter and climbed into his bed. Like a virgin bride on her wedding night she waited for her husband, her beloved to come to her. Yet it was not the handsome cavalier Paul del la Croix that came to Belle but the beast, Le Bête. He came to her and sat by Belle, the back of his hand caressed her cheek and his dark brooding eyes sought her soft sweet eyes.

“ This is no ferry story Ma Belle, ma cher, your kiss will not restore Paul del la Croix. I will still be Le Bête.”

As he spoke his lips brushed her so softly so seductively. He had not lied to her, he had given Belle one last chance to run. If she closed the distance between them and pulled him to her kiss there would be no turning back.

 

[Perplexia]

Belle shivered slightly at her new vulnerability and the choice she had made. Her days and nights, after a slightly rough start, had been some of the most pleasurable she had endured. Here although his capture, she still felt a freedom that she had never had at home. Once sullied she would be damaged in Gaston's eyes, he would have not gotten his prize..her maidenhood. He would not marry a woman that offered herself to creature such as this.

Le bete had many faults, his temper and arrogance among a few. But he was kind when he got done sulking over his pride. His tolerance of her independent spirit was more then she could have ever hoped for in a husband..or mate as he called her.

No this was not a story and he would not magically appear as a handsome prince. But in the end it was his heart, his eyes, and the gentleness in which he cared for her needs that would matter.

Her eyes looked up into his and moved the back of her hand up to gentle caress his face. Slowly she pulled herself up to meet his lips and closed her eyes enjoying the way their mouths seemed to fit together and tongues danced at the beginning of her gift to him.

 

[cgraven]

Her lips parted from his and he had not lied, it was still the beast that was beside her on the bed not the bold handsome cavalier Paul del la Croix. Paul had faded from existence many long years ago leaving only Le Bête. It was his muzzle that now pressed to Belle’s soft ripe lips. It was his thick tongue that slid across the sensual bow of her lips, the even withe ridge of her teeth, to savor the summer wine sweetness of her mouth. His kiss was far from chaste, it was the kiss of the beast, dark primal, dominating, demanding, and yet in its primal passion it gave as much as it took. While that kissed deepened and lingered the hard lean scared body of Le Bête pressed to Belle’s soft flawless petite body. His coarse fur grated across the young redheaded beauty’s peaked and pebbled nipples, his muscular leg slipping between Belle’s as his lips slowly parted from hers.

There was a fierce, fiery, primal look in his dark golden eyes. Le Bête’s lips traced the line of the young virgin’s jaw. Dark seductive kisses sled down the sensual curve of Belle’s neck. Those dark seductive kiss were now mingled with sensual little lover’s nips as he explored the contours of her breasts. There was a hunger in his eyes as he inhaled one of Belle’s peaked and puckered little pink rosebud nipples. He rolled that stiff tender bud along the ridged roof of his mouth, and then as he held that throbbing little bud between his sharp teeth he inhaled deeply bathing the tender little feverous bud in a cool stream of air. Then his lips and teeth were on the move again those dark maddening kisses, those damning little nips followed down across Belle’s quivering abdomen. His hot breath stirred the sparse tawny copper whips of hair that graced her virgin’s treasure, his clawed fingers spread the delicate coral pink folds of Bell’s labia, and then, the beast, her lover tasted his little virgin for the first time.

The beast del la Croix’s tongue slid along the length of Belle’s virgin pussy, curled around the little hooded guardian of her chaste virgin’s treasure. That tongue moved as no man’s could, as he coaxed that sweet little pearl of passion from its hooded hiding place. Where Belle was a lost innocent Le Bête del la Croix knew the secrets of a woman’s body, and he used that knowledge to seduce Belle gorgeous supple young body. He could not give Belle the dream of a tender lover, of a gentle husband on their wedding night all he could do was to be true to the nature of the beast, all he could give her was raw passion of the beasty, a passion her young mind could not even conceive of, and nothing in her young life could have prepared her for.

True to the nature of the beast, Le Bête del la Croix, gauged her every little reaction of her innocent young body. How she moved, how she responded to what he was doing to her, the scent of her, and when that sweet musky fragrance of her growing arousal filled his nostrils, his body arched, the tip of his cock brushed her virgin’s folds, then his hips trust to hers and he claimed his mate. Three more thrust and Belle’s virginity was nothing more than a fading memory.

He was not a man, nor did he take his mate like a man, but with the passion and strength of the beast. His lips had crushed to her and he had swallowed Belle’s scream of pain and loss as he took her virginity. He never stilled, his hips kept rolling to hers for he knew that if by some dark sinful magic the pain of Belle’s loss become a dull ache, that dull ache would slowly become a warm glow, and finally that warm glow would become a fire to to sear Belle body and soul if only she could embrace it.

 

[Perplexia]

Having no mother, and no knowledge of what to expect. There were no expectations of what should or should not occur. She was entrusting her welfare to the beast. The creature that held her with care only minutes ago.

His mouth demanded from hers and she did her best to comply. His eyes looked deep and menacing but instead of being coming alarmed she found herself aroused as his fur pressed against her erect nipples. His mouth then followed down her body. Tasting her soft flesh and threatening to milk her dry breasts.

She found a hungry ache growing inside of her that she had never experienced before in all of her years. When his tongue darted in to her soft velvet folds she almost cried out to stop. But the feel of his tongue dancing in side of her only fed the hunger he created with in her more.

When she was almost there to whatever place threatened from with in her he stopped. His leg spreading hers as his giant manhood poked at her ache. Once again his mouth seizing hers with a possession in purpose as he gave her no warning and drove himself with in her. Her eyes shot open, her mouth cried out as the searing pain shot through her delicate form. It froze her in place as if a jolt of electricity had been shot through her. Yet he didn't stop, his hips continued to push back and form ensuring his entire length was welcome within her.

Tears fell from her eyes as he continued to claim what was now his. The pain slowly began to dull. His kiss still demanded her response and participation in this carnal act. Had he stilled it would have taken less time then it did for her body to adjust to his width and length. But eventually it became a dull ache that was met with an unexpected welcome from the hunger that hid when he ripped through her folds.

Belle found her hips wanting to match his and push her to enjoy the feel of him with in her. Moans instead of screams began to fill his mouth instead of cries. His pace was growing more demanding and her hunger responded until one of his many forceful thrusts sent her over the edge into a blissful climax. Her eyes rolled back as she gasped for air from his mouth. Her taut body arched pushing him in as far as she could as her aching cunt gripped him with spastic contractions begging for his seed to fill her.

 

[cgraven]

The couple entwined in each other’s arms would have had the pious Cuier crossing himself and banishing his crucifix to drive the daemon form the pure young and innocent Belle. But then Monsieur Cuier would be damning Belle to the eternal flames of hell as he so how shamelessly her supple young body was welcoming and responding to the beast. The way her gorgeous young body arched to him, offered herself to him, and the way she through her tawny copper head back and shamelessly screamed out her sinful and forbidden ecstasy for the entire world to hear.

Bell had been consumed by a soul sear orgasm, her supple young body hummed with unimagined pleasure and yet her lover, Le Bête del la Croix, did not roll from her. He did not pull from her supple young body but the fingers of his great paws entwined with Belle’s and he slowly stretched her hands above her head. Belle was pinned beneath him, she was denied, the ability to embrace him as he led his naive and innocent young lover in a dance as old as time itself. All Belle could do, to hold on to her lover was embrace him with her long sculptured legs. Once more del la Croix’s mouth found Belle’s, once more his kiss swept her away until time had no meaning. As his hips continued to roll to hers as he wracked a series of cascading orgasm from his innocent young lover, each building on the one before, until Belle was engulfed by a tidal wave of unimagined pleasure. Del la Croix was Le Bête, and though he could not give Belle the romantic love that Paul del la Croix could, he gave what he could without reserve. She was his mate, the mate of the beast. What Belle could not know was, as the beast, del la Croix mated for life and that he would give his life to protect her.

How long he took her, how many times, she screamed out her sinfully forbidden pleasure Bell would never know. But at last spent and exhausted, her gorgeous young body shimmering in a fine sheen of sweat she lay in his arms, his coarse and rough fur caressing her soft and flawless skin. His lips brushed hers,

“Ma Cher…….”

Del la Croix hesitated, he could not bring himself to say I love you for what little of humanity remained rebelled at the beast being capable of love as Belle would understand, it would be an obscenity.

“…………ma belle.”

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What the star crossed lovers did not know was that Toussaint Gaston had not given up the idea of possessing Belle, or claiming the riches of Château Dèsespéré’ . Toussaint smiled to himself as he pondered taking and mounting the head of the incredible beast that Maurice had been prattling about in his drunken rantings. There was no doubt in Gaston’s mind that the beast must have ravished and defiled the pious Belle by now, and it made little difference to him as he had every intention of teaching the pious young beauty what it meant to be taken and fucked by a Real Man.

Toussaint Gaston had picked his men carefully, the dregs of the docks, men that would do anything for a copper or two and Maurice’s stories and had visions of riches beyond their wildest dreams. So what if a few died, it meant all the more for the rest. It was a dark moonless night when they set off to find the mystical Château Dèsespéré’ for the crew riches, and for Toussaint Gaston Belle as well.

 

[Perplexia]

"ma le bete" she replied softly bring her hand up to stroke his fur cheek. He had taken her through a painful, yet exquisitely luxurious exhausting euphoric ride that she never knew was possible. It was done, and she was now fully his. Her eyes fluttered up at him as every movement of her limbs ached in ways she never thought possible.

Wrapping herself tightly around him she closed her eyes and began to drift to sleep. When she awoke she was in her own bed. At some point he had moved her to her own bed. There was a sense of loss that filled her with his absence.

Slowly she began to rise. A gasp escaped her lips as she then saw the bruises on her thighs and wrists from their love making. They looked way worse then they were.

Making herself a hot bath she soaked her aching bones and washed away what was left over from his claiming of her. There were things that had to be done despite how much she wished she could lay in bed.

Once dressed she made her way to the kitchen where she began to prepare herself something to eat. "Le Bete" she called as it echoed through the chateau. "I'm making breakfast would you like some?"

 

[cgraven]

Del la Croix the beast of Château Dèsespéré’ carried his exhausted mate to her own bed. The others he had simply let sleep as his feet as if they were one of his hounds. The others he had simply ripped their virginity from them, and as he could not punish Suzanne de Guise he had punished them. Yet Belle was different, so very different from them. She did not cower, submit yes, for she had given her word. Something about Belle’s fiery spirit, the way it flared when he told her that she would become his concubine and chose to be a servant instead. She had chosen a dungeon cell to his bed. A smile slowly bowed Del la Croix’s lips for as much as Belle had fought not to be dragged to his bed in the end she had come to his bed willingly. The master of Château Dèsespéré’ shook his great head, the sweet tones of his Cherie calling to him,

"I'm making breakfast would you like some?"

Le Bête came at the sound of his mate’s voice a smile bowing his lips as his great hands encircled her trim little waist as he lifted her up on to the counter.

“Yes I would like some breakfast Belle…………You Ma Cher!”

His voice was a teasing growl as Del la Croix slipped opened Belle’s gown and eased from her shoulders as he gently pushed her back to recline naked on the counter. It was then that he saw the dark purple bruise that marred the creamy ivory perfection of her flawless skin. A tear shimmered in Le Bête’s burnish golden eyes. Something about those bruises, the way they marred that perfect skin, touched the last remaining ember of his humanity and that dying ember had brought the solitary tear. Yet it was the beast that now took control once more his great head bowed. The thick tongue of the beast snaked from his muzzle as he gently licked those bruise, trying to sooth the pain that he had caused her. His ruffled main caressed Belle’s thighs, his great tongue slid across the injured velvet skin of her inner thigh.

 

[Perplexia]

The smile that crossed his muzzle made her heart jump. It was the most joy she had seen upon his face other then last nights of course. She let out a gasp as he lifted her effortlessly and stripped her bare reclining her on the counter.

The tear that he shed tugged at her heart. As he licked her marred thigh her legs responded by opening for him and releasing her scent of arousal. Her body knew that it belonged to him. Her mind and heart had been slow to get the message. But there was no doubt his touch was what it needed.

Part of her wanted to object. She had thought this kind of thing only happened at night and in the bed chambers. It hadn't occurred to her that mating was a pleasurable activity that could be pursued at will.

The closer his tongue climbed toward her sex the more quickly her heartbeat rose with anticipation. There hadn't been time to become embarrassed or try to cover herself from his view. He was going to take her, and she wanted him to.

"oh ma le bete" she purred on the edge of a moan. "i am yours"

 

[cgraven]

Del la Croix tried so hard to easy the bruising of his mate. His tongue licking , lapping teasing and exciting Belle all at the same time. Yet as he tended to his mate his nostrils flared as He caught the first teasing, tempting, musky scent of Belle’s arousal. It was then that the beast’s instincts and need to mate again took over. His thick, rough, broad, tongue crept higher and higher up Belles soft velvet inner thigh until it caressed the moist soft coral folds of her labia. With each pass of his tongue Del la Croix cleaved deeper and deeper into Belle’s succulent young pussy. The tip of his tongue curled around her hooded clit coaxing it from is hiding place. His nostrils were now filled with the intoxicating musky fragrance of her arousal

"oh ma le bête"

She purred on the edge of a moan.

"i am yours"

Le Bête feasted on Belle’s innocence until she was bucking and thrashing on the counter mewling in her growing need. Soft little whimpers and moans bubbled from Belle’s moist ripe lips. When she was in the throw of her newly awaken passions, when her gorgeous young body screamed for release, to once more embrace pleasure her Le Bête had brought her last night. It was then that Del la Croix lifted Belle from the counter and placed her on her trembling legs . He enfolded her into his arms, his mouth was hot and demanding on hers as he slowly bore Belle down to her knees. When he broke their kiss He guide his aroused mate to her hands and knees.

When Del la Croix took Belle last night he had taken her as a man and now he would take her like the beast he had become. Before Belle knew it He was kneeling behind her, his massive hand encircled her trim little waist. Belle could feel the velvet tip of his iron cored lust for her press her moist hot folds.

“Come to me ma Cher!”

There was no mistaking the primal lust in his voice . He rolled his hips to hers and once more growled .

“Come to me ma Cher!”

 

[Perplexia]

So close, oh god it was going to erupt once again. That wonderful glorious orgasm that he coaxed her body to produce. The wonderful feel of his tongue licking her tight canal as if she were the meal to feed the worlds poor. Almost there.. oh god..and then he withdrew scooping her up and setting her on the floor upon her weak legs.

Dazed and confused her pussy screaming as she let out a slight whimper at being denied. Now she was on the floor.. on her hands and knees. Her mate behind her commanding her to come to him.

His hardness taunting her hole but he wished her to him. He wanted her to impale herself upon him. That is what he wanted. The second order breaking her from her daze and setting her in motion.

She backed up onto him. Feeling the slight tinge of soreness shoot through her as she pushed herself back upon his hard cock as far as she could go. Oh that familiar feel of being filled, oh how she loved it. Her hips began to move back and forth pushing and pulling his cock in and out of her folds. Clamping down over his cock enjoying the sensations of having him with in her once again.

 

[cgraven]

Belle was lost to her own newly awakened passions. Her Le Bête’s kiss the feel of his hard muscular body against hers had left Belle in a daze as her gorgeous young body, and sweet young mind savored the carnal sensations that how engulfed her. Through this haze came the dark sensual tones of Le Bête’s voice as he called to her to come to him. That voice so deep, so dark, was felt as well as heard as the low rumbling growled caressed Belle body and soul as once more Del la Croix called to his lover and Mate,

“Come to me!”

The caress of his voice the feel of his body against hers seemed to shake Belle from her Daze. Del la Croix gasped a soft moan slipped from his lips as Belle willingly pressed her hips back to him, slowly impaling herself on his cock. She was tight, so very tight, he could feel her hot little pussy slowly stretch, and embracing him, as she so willingly and innocently welcomed him into her chaste young body until his groin was pressed to the firm curve of Belle’s firm young ass, his cock buried to the hilt in the young beauty’s hot wet pussy. Slowly his hips began to roll to hers, his cock sliding in and out of that sweet tight little cunt. Slowly, steadily, Del la Croix increased the pace with which he took her until it build to a blinding crescendo. His massive hands slid up the sensual curves of Belle’s torso, those massive hands cupped her breasts, squeezed them, massaged them, and crushed them beneath his palms as he took Belle. Then his fingers found her peaked pebbled pink nipples. Le Bête rolled those taunt buds between his thumb and forefingers, pinched and tugged at those taunt little pink rose buds all the while as he pounded into Belles welcoming and greedy little pussy.

Del la Croix’s heavily laden sac slapped Belle’s soft velvet inner thighs with each thrust, his clawed fingers now racked across Belle’s swollen, throbbing, nipples and breasts. There was a dark primal urgency with which he took his young mate and lover. He led her, encouraging her aroused gorgeous young body to hunger for more and he did give her more. Though there was no conscious thought, her le bête challenged Belle’s boundaries. His body, the way his cock stretched and filled her aching, hungering pussy, the pleasure that he granted her, flooded her entire being body and soul further challenged all the pious young beauty had been taught sense she was a child. Yet that seemed to make no difference to Belle’s gorgeous supple young body as she once more screamed out her forbidden and sinful ecstasy. It was at that moment as Belle was engulfed in her own carnal ecstasy that A bestial howl broke from Del la Croix’s lips as his own climax mingled with Belle’s, his white hot scalding cum mingling with her sweet dew nectar, and filling Belle’s fertile virgin womb. Then as the night before he continued to take, excite her innocent young body until once more Belle collapsed spent and exhausted from the primal demands of her mate, her gorgeous young body seductively shimmering in a fine sheen of sweat.

“Ma Cher, ma la amour.”
He gasped before he began adoring Belle’s gorgeous young body with sensual little kisses, seductive little lover’s nips, and darkly erotic tonguing.

 

[Perplexia]

As exhausted as he made her, her body still responded to his kisses and nips Soft mews and moans came from her lips as she relished in the completeness she felt with him wrapped around her. "Did you enjoy your breakfast ma La Bete?" she teased rolling on her back so she could look up at him. Her hair spread out in a fan above her as her eyes danced up at him and a smile crossed her lips.

Biting her bottom lip she sat up a little so her lips would touch his and then kissed him. This is what she missed from their session. His tongue dancing with hers. Her mouth opened to his and kissed him with such a fiery passion it left her breathless.

Laying back down her eyes dance up at him mischievously. "You have exhausted me, now you have to cook" she teased again with a bit of a giggle.

 

[cgraven]

There was something about Belle that fired Del la Croix’s passions that no other woman had sense Genève. That very thought gnawed at him, would his vivacious young creature betray him as well. His own doubts and fears haunted him as he held his exhausted young mate in the security of his arms, her supple young body calling to his simmering passions.

"You have exhausted me, now you have to cook"

““Ma Cher,……..I am Le Bête……..”

Del la Croix almost blushed.

“I fear you would not enjoy the fare of the beast. But I am sure monsieur le Chef will prepare a feast for us both.”

Over the last 13 hours, ever sense Belle had come to his bed, had offered herself to him willingly it had seemed that they were the only two, that they were alone in Château Dèsespéré’ . But the reality of it was that the Château Dèsespéré’ was a great house that required staff and guards, enchanted though it may be, and hidden from the eyes of those that searched for it. Passion and lust were the only way to find it. It was the lust for wealth that had drawn Maurice, and a passion borne of love to save her father that had drawn Belle.

“Come with me Ma Cher.”

Le Bête Del la Croix took the naked beauty by the hands and drew her to her feet.

“Come let me show you the gardens Belle while monsieur le Chef prepares our breakfast.”

He leaned his fore head against Belle’s and softly whispered.

“You know what I desire for breakfast Ma Cher”

He cooed before taking the naked young beauty out to the stunning gardens of Château Dèsespéré’ . The morning sun kissed Belle’s naked perfection as they strolled through the gardens. There was a wild almost haunted quality to the château’s gardens especially the roses. He plucked a rose and held it before Belle.

“What do you see Ma Cher?”