11 comments/ 24440 views/ 56 favorites My Beauty & The Beast Ch. 01 By: EgyptsGoddess The castle was in ruin, both inside and out. The town beneath its once grand structure was ablaze with fire and chaos. Women screamed as soldiers ravaged them while men, children and livestock were butchered mercilessly. The stench of rotting corpses and crushed wildlife filtered into the castle walls and drifted into every room. She gazed at what she had done, a smile on her angelic features that betrayed her truest intentions, of which had already been dealt upon the city of Belvine. "You have taken everything from me you witch! What more do you want?" snarled David. Sweat and tears mingled and matted his mustache. The furs hat he had begun his day in now lay scattered across his throne room. All his body could physically do now was tremble as his wide gaze remained locked on the evil creature that had turned his kingdom into bloody ashes. The witch's lithe body twitched slightly at the dangerous tenor of the king's voice, before he had lost his sword to her powerful blows, he had seemed determined to defeat her. It was only now that he struggled to maintain an upright position. Leaning heavily on what remained of his throne. Rose looked into his pale blue eyes, his brown locks of hair clung to his temples and cheeks, anger and pain seemed etched into his brow. Belvine had been a mere stop along the way for her, she had traveled across the great ocean in search of a new beginning in her life, a place where she could make for herself a home and possibly find a sisterhood. Yet as she had passed through the city she could not help but cringe at the happiness that emanated from every blade of grass; from the smiles of joy on the children's faces. Love that she could all but taste on her pallet. These things had darkened her mood. She had merely set about in correcting these things of love and tenderness. And now here she stood at the center of it all eyeing the king with utter distain and raw hate; for it had been he that allowed these things. And for this he and he alone would pay the price. The witch smirked at the handsome king and a gleam came to her eyes that were otherworldly. "Take heed for this shall be the last that you see of me but my name shall go down in your history books as Rose for my name is as I am; beautiful only until you unsettle my quiet serenity only then do my thorns prick the fingers that have disturbed me. And as for you King David your castle can be repaired as well as your people yet you will never be as you are now, only a single thing can break my ruling if it is to be broken at all. From now until then your body shall bend and be like no other man's for it can only be that which I command...." David felt himself wracked with pain that tore through his very core, falling to the ground he covered his face, a cry a pure agony on his lips; frozen with magic a power that he had never known before. "This castle shall be your home and no other's, covered in the darkness of your heart. From this you can not escape for here shall be your fate. Fur and fang shall be yours to hate, and as this you shall not age. Only the pure of heart can save you from these fates." and with that the witch Rose vanished into thin air leaving on a single crimson rose in her place. David's ears rang and his tongue was swollen, his vision was watery and blurred all the while his body convulsed and twitched, he sprawled and shrieked as his body more then tripled in size! His clothes ripped as from his burning itching skin sprang tuffs of silken black fur; what once was his own familiar voice seemed to turn gravely and deep chest reverberating growls came from within the king. His fingers and toes grew hooked dagger-like claws and his teeth seemed to be as sharp razor blades! Pointed ears sprouted from his now shaggy head. Once the pain subsided David had no idea how to even get up, his muscles bunched beneath him and he felt extra warm. Gingerly he stepped closer to the light that filtered threw the window, stunned at the massive bear sized paw that was now at the end of his impossibly long hairy leg, the creature stumbled back. Toppling across the room he ended up crashing into a suit of armor that stood near the adjacent window, shaking himself with a loud groan he caught his reflection for the first time since the witch's curse. A shaky snarl erupted from his massive jaws as David startled himself, he was hideous! He found himself to be covered in black shiny fur with a tall muscular body, lean torso, a huge chest and ears that were nearly wolf-like. Suddenly he felt a strange tingle at the base of his spine, he turned to look back at himself and there attached to him was a long silken tail! His face was shaped like a cross between a wolf and that of lion ending with a shortened snout with matching upper and lower fangs! Among all the cursed sensations his balls and cock felt extra heavy as will but he couldn't bring himself see those yet, there was too much changed already. He had paws with human like fingers that ended with blades for claws and what were once his feet and legs now were stronger and bent more to. Gazing at his face he was somewhat relieved to see that he still had his pale blue eyes which were striking against the long silken black of his body covering fur reminding him of the body he had lost. Shame and fear welled up inside of the King, he no longer was king and he was not even human. Glancing out the window he saw what was once the people of his town, he watched as the survivors recovered their dead and what they could salvage from the wreckage of their homes and slowly begin a long trek out into unknown territory. He had failed his kingdom and its people, he could no longer take care of them, he hadn't even been able to save them from this single attack! His shame melted into an open wound, anger washed over his heart and from deep inside him built a cry of torment that he had never known; suddenly he realized he had been literally growling a hideous snarling wail into the open sky. Those that had begun wandering out of Belvine turned at the noise but simply continued on their way once it had died out; knowing that something terrible had become of their once King David. 2 Sensual screams and hushed moaning could be detected on the opposite side of the bedroom door but Annabelle tried concentrating on her cross-stitching instead of what she knew her older sister was up to; this would be the third time this week that the blacksmith's apprentice, John had shown up at the door. Angelica had caught John's attention at a community horse sale, Angelica had tried to persuade Annabelle in joining in their fun when it had first started last month; but Annabelle had refused to spoil her own virtue even if her sister did not mind giving in so easily. Father had gone to sell the bales of wheat and some of the small blankets and handkerchiefs that Annabelle had sewn. Their mother had drowned in a swift current on the northern riverbank nearly three years ago, and it had been much harder without her to depend on in the home. Angelica had begun rebelling shortly after and rarely pitched in to assist in the work that was keeping the small family farm afloat. The two lover's were being rather boisterous this time and finally Annabelle put her sewing away, grabbing her emerald cloak from it's hook that hung next to her bedroom door she went to the small barn to check on the less filthy animals. Unlocking the double sliding doors to the building she pushed them open just enough for her to slip inside. A low mooing greeted the young woman as Sally their milking cow turned in her stall to see who had come in. Cooing and clucking told Annabelle that the chickens had come indoors. She walked down the isle where the six horse stalls were. They were home to three big draft horses and three Persians. Coming to the dapple grey Persian mare, Molly, Annabelle entered the stall and took the comb from the hook. Molly's deep brown eyes spoke to the woman as she approached. A greeting whicker told Annabelle that the mare was glad to see her. Annabelle was glad to get away from those humping monkeys in the house, she didn't appreciate the way her sister abandoned her morals and responsibilities for a few moments of delight. Father had advised Annabelle to leave her older sister be, that everyone expressed their pain in their own right. But Annabelle did not agree. She was the one who had to pick up the slack that Angelica willfully dropped. It was Annabelle who took care of the animals and sowed the fields alongside her father, and repaired all the garments, as well as made all the meals. She even chopped firewood and cleaned the house on her own while her father would go to town to sell or trade. Her curls had grown extra long and frizzy and her own clothes had gone a long time without being updated other then a regular washing. Her hands were dry and cracked from the winds and sun, her skin had a golden melon tan from working in the sunshine, her eyes matched the velvety green of her cloak, unlike her mother's and sister's eyes which were a silvery hazel. Her sister had a slim tall body from shoulders to ankles that many considered sexy and perfect, while Annabelle was more petite in stature with fuller thighs. Molly's coat was so soft but slightly muddy since she had been on the roads the night prior when it had rained. Annabelle got a bucket and opened the stall door to fill it with water from the well. Molly nickered gleefully and followed the girl. Stopping at the barn doors because the animal couldn't fit through the gap in the doors, Annabelle tugged up the water pale but it took her a few minutes because the well was rather deep. Pouring the cool water into the bucket she then released the rope letting it slide easily back down into the well. On turning she gave a chuckle once she saw Molly's head poking threw the slight gap; watching her. "Molly you silly creature! Come on let's rinse you off girl." Annabelle cooed to the horse as she walked over and gave to horse a slight push backwards into the barn again, the animal backed up without complaint. Her hand on the horse's cheek she directed her back to her own stall. Snatching up a soft rope she looped it over Molly's head and attached it to the big metal ring on the outer wall of the animal's stall. Then she got a big sponge and hand towel and began to wash the horse's coat. The scent of nature and earth filled the space, making Annabelle begin humming with delight, she loved being outdoors and caring for animals. She felt Molly nuzzle her skirts with acknowledgement the horse loved attention and treats; with a smile Annabelle pulled the sugar cubes from her pocket where she had been nuzzling. Giggling as the creature's soft sensitive lips as she eagerly snatched up the treats. Patting Molly's soft cheek Annabelle then wiped the access water from her stormy colored coat. Once she was sure the horse's coat would dry before the night chill set in Annabelle watered and put out feed for the barn animals then headed up to the house. The sun had just begun to set, rays of pink and orange color filtered through the kitchen window as she got into the house and closed the door. There was no noise coming from her sister's room so she quickly went to her room to change her clothes, they had gotten wet and filthy from washing the mud from Molly's coat. She was stepping from her skirt when she caught a creek in the floorboards. She whipped around to find John standing in her doorway with only his shirt on! "John! What do you want? Go away!" gasped Annabelle, she went to slam her door in his face but he snatched at her wrist. "Do you think about me Annabelle? I think about you." he purred stepping into her room pulling her against him. Gasping Annabelle felt his cock was hard and touching her! She struggled to be free but his grip tightened. "Go defile my sister she's the one who wants that!" she growled with disgust. "But Annabelle I want you too." John leered, openly groping her body. Annabelle hissed with fear and fury as she ground her knee up into his manhood. Bringing the strong apprentice to his knees with pain he released her to clutch his groin. Just then Annabelle heard the sound of her father's stallion as he rode up to the house. Without a second thought she rushed to the front door, flinging the latch and throwing the door open but what greeted her stunned the young woman. It wasn't her father that sat astride a tall strong horse but a messenger rider. Gathering herself and suddenly checking to make she was at least covered up she walked out to greet the stranger. "Are you the daughter of Matthew Darlington?" "I am." "Ms. Darlington I... your father was ambushed on his ride into the Ports of Belione, they stole his goods and beat him senseless. It was such a spectacle that he was able to be seen by the nearest doctor but his wounds were too extensive.... his body is being prepared." the young man's eyes held concern and worry. Annabelle felt her inner world spinning; she swooned and would have fallen if it hadn't been for the messenger's swift dismount as he caught her. "Oh no, no, no." gasped Annabelle, her very body ached with a throbbing dull pain. She felt as if she would either vomit or faint, two conflicting sensations that combined made her feel as heavy as a boulder sinking beneath the ocean. "Annabelle! Belle what's happened?" called Angelica as she rushed over to her younger sibling looking at the messenger for answers. She took hold of her sister. "Mr. Darlington has been killed my lady. I'm very sorry for you both." the messenger gulped and then he swiftly mounted his horse, tipped his hat then wheeled and rode away. Angelica held onto her younger sister and stared at her. "Belle?" Hearing her sister call her by her childhood nickname seemed to stir the girl. She slowly stood not caring what she looked like or hearing much of what her self centered sister was babbling about. Some raw instinct guided her movements. "Annabelle! Where is father!" suddenly Annabelle's ears felt like a pop and she registered that her elder sister was screaming at her back. "Where is he?!" Just then John appeared in the front door arch fully dressed a smirk on his face. Annabelle spun around to find her sibling mere inches from her which made something inside her very core cracked, giving way to whatever had been dampening her every nerve ending. Angelica took a step back once she got a clear look at her. "Father IS DEAD! And John can have all of you but he will never take me!" Annabelle nearly screamed then took off towards the barn. Angelica stood there shocked for a moment. Then she started screaming after her younger sister. Shaking uncontrollably made saddling and bridling Molly nearly impossible but Annabelle forced her fingers to work. Tears poured down her face and she felt as if she could hardly take in air. She grabbed her cloak which she had accidentally left there earlier and mounted the mare. Tapping her heels she spurred the animal into a trot as she came out of the barn her sister was coming after her screaming nonsense but she did not care. In fact that instinct that was driving her blind movements also screamed at her to get away from here; to leave for good. Amongst her sister's ranting voice Annabelle looked back at her and straight into her hazel eyes and seeing nothing that was familiar anymore. No love, no ties that reminded her of mother or father. Her tear stained face began to get damp again and her eyes were bloodshot from the already shed tears, she gripped Molly's withers then kicked her into a dead run straight into the darkening forest. 3 She raced Molly hard out of the thicket and across the rolling bunny hills of a clearing, the animal promptly jumped most of them forcing Annabelle to concentrate on remaining seated in her saddle as well as pushed aside the ever crashing wave of inner pain. Crossing a little stream and over a few fallen pine trees she rode until thick dense bushes caused her mount to slow and begin gingerly picking her way through the heavy brush. Molly's lungs expanded and exhaled beneath her, the rhythm of her breathing steadied the young woman as they rode on into the now dark forest. Annabelle was unaware of how long she rode and in some ways she didn't care, taking on the unknown had always made her excited so she concentrated on exploring her surroundings even though she could barely see more then ten feet in front of her. But she knew that Molly could see, and that her instincts would detect anything amiss. The trees seemed to be getting taller and wider the further they wandered, less and less leaves appeared on them while the branches came closer and closer together. After sometime Annabelle noticed that not even grass grew beneath Molly's hooves but instead it was dark dry earth under them. The once prickly green bushes were now as bare as the naked branches above her head. She looked around and saw that she indeed had come into a place of lifelessness. Nothing appeared to be growing and was gloomy. The glade seemed to close in on her and she felt fear of the forest for the first time since she had been a young child. Suddenly a twig snapped from in the distance causing Molly to bolt at the sharp noise, she trembled and jumped into a fear struck canter, Annabelle crouched low onto the horse's neck to avoid being torn off of her mount by the ever low hanging branches, she tugged gently at the reins and cooed to her frightened mare. Her strong thighs held her firm to the saddle and her hands had been knotted into the mare's mane since she had begun her flight. Molly's ears twitched as she began to slow down, her hard breathing engulfed Annabelle as the horse decided to come to a sudden stop, nearly tossing her rider to the ground. "Yeash Molly. You nearly grounded me. What was that for?" Annabelle questioned the mare's motives. Molly's head swung around as she wanted to gaze back at her rider, giving a grunting noise she shook her mane in reply slowly turning to look ahead the mare squealed and reared up pawing wildly, throwing Annabelle to the forest floor. Squealing and kicking out Molly took off, and what had scared her followed nearly as swiftly. Leaving Annabelle to face others.... wolves! Annabelle righted herself and discovered there were four big wolves facing her down, all crouched and ready to pounce. Her once tamed curls had come undone from her wild ride and hung loose around her face and a wind had come up causing her cloak to billow around her petite form so she did not see or hear anyone approach. Her green eyes locked with the nearest wolf as if she was acknowledging her fate. The thing snapped at her and she could nearly feel their muscles coiled ready to take her down when.... A massive shadow washed across her and a thunderous roar sounded to the left of where she lay crumpled on the ground, instantly the wolves whined and a couple managed to tuck tail and run but whatever it was rushed those that remained, grabbing the pair of wolves the creature easily ripped them in half, blood spattered everywhere as the beast threw what remained of the lifeless bodies to the ground and than it turned to face her. Gasping Annabelle's gaze started at big paw-feet shaped limbs then looked up at tanned trousers, a powerful black fur covered chest and a matching black cloak, broad shoulders and shapely arms and hands with claw like fingers. A well shaped furry neck supported a lion-like head with big twitching wolf shaped ears. And a jaw that spoke of fear riddled fangs. Dark red blood stained his silken fur but she couldn't resist looking this thing straight in the eye. If she was to look death in the face then she may die with some shred of dignity. Her eyes widened when she was met with piercing pale blue eyes that seemed more human than animal. My Beauty & The Beast Ch. 01 Annabelle began to stand and the thing stooped low offering her his paw-hand in assistance! She cautiously accepted, taking it she used him to clamor to her feet and then snatched her own hand out of his reach. Shocked at how gentle this creature was being when mere moments ago he had displayed such violence and terror. "Can you speak?" she heard herself ask. Then snapped her mouth shut as if she had done something wrong, not believing that she was willing to try and thank this creature for saving her life. "I can. Though it has been many years since I have had the opportunity." his voice was deep and luxurious sounding to her, like dark silk. "May I ask why it is that you come to this place?" he asked. "I got lost when I ran away. My horse Molly led me here." Annabelle replied. Those blue eyes grew curious and softened just bit. "Ran away from what?" "That is a very personal question and I hardly know you." returned Annabelle. "Forgive my curiosity miss. I was only asking so that I might be able to assist you if you need help finding your way back home." the creature clarified. "Oh, well I have no home. My parents are dead and my sister has John. I am unwanted in what once was my family's home." Annabelle raised her chin slightly to keep herself from crying. "Forgive me if I am being too forward but, you could stay with me if you'd care to. I am alone and have not had company in many years. I'd be honored to have you be my guest." the thing offered gently but sincerely. At this Annabelle seemed to brighten just a bit, the prospect of having some place to lay her head at night seemed lovely, if only for a night or two; then she could gather her wits and decide where to go from there in her life. She then realized how she must appear, her hair was in wild frizzy array and she had nothing on except her under corset and her petticoat! All of which would not have been so bad if it hadn't been stained with mud and who knows what else, sections were wet and nearly see through! Suddenly her body also dictated that she was exhausted, hungry, tired, and cold. Her senses returned as her stomach gave a resounding growl and she shivered from the night air. "Come I will take you to my home." murmured the beast. Nodding Annabelle was surprised that it reached down and picked her up, cradling her in his arms. She was about to protest in earnest but his fur was so warm and soft it acted like pillow as she nestled her head into the crook of his arm, his heart had a low firm beat to it and his body temperature was very warm from all his fur and sleep suddenly was no longer an option as Annabelle's eyelids drooped heavily. "Do not worry Annabelle. I will take care of you my love." his deep masculine voice purred to her, the vibration of his voice resounded within his massive chest and all she could recall remembering was...."How does he know my name?" As she dropped off into a deep slumber the beast moved easily through the dense forest. Taking care to keep his pace even and slow not wanting to risk waking the young beauty. He moved through the netted trees until he found the path that only he knew of, or rather hadn't been traveled on in so long that it had melded into the forest itself. His sharp hearing told him that the girl's horse was safe and would be retrieved sometime later. Every so often his gaze flickered down to her, she had the most unique face he had seen in centuries and as she lay in his arms sleeping his heart began to be drawn to this tiny nymph of a woman. Her brunette locks blanketed and blended into his back fur, those long dark lashes cast shadows across her lovely cheeks. Her oval face buried into his arm in what seemed like comfort to him. She weighed next to nothing in his embrace and that frightened him somewhat, as it reminded him of how much more fragile she was than him. He could not resist a glance beyond her neckline at her dirty corset and underskirts, she was not a typical slim and trim lady fair no she was unique to all her own. The former king tried to steady his pounding heart but he had so many sudden hopes, some dirty, that had not been there earlier before meeting her. He attempted to not let his mind run wild as she lay sleeping while he carried her to his castle. 4 Annabelle could hear voices but she couldn't force her eyes to open or focus very long on where the voices were coming from, they seemed to bounce about and change from hushed to giddy. Nonetheless she still tried. ...."Could she be the one Master?" someone asked. "I don't know Jenna, it has been so long. I dared not even hope but it is difficult, so difficult especially when she has agreed to stay as our guest for a little while. It must be her own choice." she heard the low murmur of the creature speaking softly. The young woman gave an uncontrollable yawn as her body began to awaken fully, heavy warm silk sheets teased her and she felt the heat from the fireplace as her eyes fluttered open. It was dark at first but suddenly the large tall drapes were pulled back to let in the sunlight. Blinking she sat up to find herself in the biggest bed that she had ever seen, what was termed a king-sized bed with a massive cherry wood headboard and matching footboard and columns to hold up the chiffon bed drapes. The wood was etched in gold! Annabelle had never seen such a fine bed her own bed was only a fourth the size of this bed and she had had no headboard of any kind. Then her sleepy gaze scanned the room and how in awe of it she was, high ceilings as tall as an old pine tree and equally high bay windows with a balcony and French glass double doors. A dressing closet sat on one side of her room closest to the bed while the fireplace was massive and was opposite her bed. An adjoining room which was entered by a door next to the fireplace Annabelle guessed to be the bathing room. A writing desk sat nearest the window seats. In the corner wall were cushioned arm chairs and a lovely tea table. Another window with a smaller balcony was right next to the right side of the bed where she lay and beyond that, on the same wall as the table was a high double door entrance out into the remaining areas of the mansion. Or at least she believed it to be a mansion. Although she didn't think mansion owners etched their walls and trimmings in gold, or dressed their beds in pure silk sheets. Annabelle gingerly stepped out from under the cozy warmth of her bedcovers and discovered silk fur lined slippers to cover her feet and keep them warm while in her bedroom. She felt like the room was so massive compared to her old room. Suddenly she felt a zing of excitement from seemingly no where. This was her room! In all its finery and beauty it was hers and she adored it, she padded to the second room to see what was in store. A gorgeous vanity sat on the left side of the room and a ground level bathing tub as big as a pond sat in front of a double opening level window. Three stairs led up to the bathing tub. Annabelle stood in stunned silence, never had she even dreamed of such fine things and there was still more as she wandered over to open a door that was to the right of the vanity. Awestruck by what greeted her she simply stood, a large walk in closet with triple high hanging units filled to the bulging brim with every type and style of dress that a woman could ever dream of! And along the lower part of the closet was five shelves high full of heels! Every shade and style possible displayed perfectly. She ventured further into the walk in closet and turned the slight corner to discover a shorter but equally high hanging unit of all types of under garments imaginable and still another section for coats, cloaks, shawls and stockings. So if this was to be her garments closet, what was that other small closet looking dresser near the left side of her bed? Annabelle skipped out the second door entrance which opened in to the tea table corner, and over to what she had first thought to be her closet. After all something that looked like a simple clothing closet must be just that; right? Taking a deep breathe the young woman opened the double doors to the piece of furniture, glittering brilliance met her gaze. Sparking jewels of all sizes and colors flashed in the sunlight, rows of little hooks displayed all sorts of chain linked necklaces along the side walls and the back wall of the armory. On pillows shaped roughly like a neckline were displayed more heavy jeweled chokers and necklaces. Four additional drawers were underneath the necklace closet. In turn she opened each of them to find earrings, bracelets, rings, and many more fine pieces of jewelry. It was the biggest single collection that she had ever seen besides the glimpses that she had managed to get peaking through the jeweler's shop window when she and mother had gone to town so many years ago. A tear escaped as she gently closed the jewelry armory, wiping it away she took a deep breathe and realized that she stunk! Quickly she stripped and went to the bathroom, turning on the water she explored the vanity while she waited for the tub to fill. Sunlight streamed into the bathing room lighting it beautifully, she gazed at her reflection in the big mirror that adorned the vanity and couldn't help but feel a bit vain herself as she admired her body. On top of the silver inlaid piece was a matching silver handled brush and hand mirror. On the right column was a selection of sweet scented perfumes and on the left were naturally scented lotions, soaps, and bath oils. In the drawers were all kinds a facial and body makeup. Fingernail paints and hair dyes. A varying array of hair bands made of silver and gold, jewels not forgetting the Barrettes and pins. Everything a woman could ever ask for was in that vanity. Annabelle sighed, this all seemed to be so unfamiliar and new, she felt terribly overwhelmed by it all. But still she couldn't resist plucking a jasmine scented bath oil and dripping a few drops into her warm bath water before she stepped into a sensation that she had never experienced. The bathing tub was made of porcelain and made her slide as she tried to keep herself from falling, the heated water melted into her aching muscles and tired bones. A sigh of pure relaxation and delight escaped her lips and her eyes drifted close as the scent of jasmine floated on the gentle breeze that came through the window. She let her nose smell the outdoors as it drifted inwards to greet her, the smell of pine and wildlife made her smile, she was even deeper in the forest then she had imagined. Opening her eyes the sweeping treetops of landscape met her equally forest tone gaze, hanging gardens were just below her bathing window and just beyond it a dirt path led up to a smooth fenced in pasture. Molly stood munching happily in the green lush field. Molly had survived the wolves! Just then she had an overwhelming need to go down to see her beloved mare. Quickly she washed and rinsed her hair and body and stepped from the tub, on a hanger was a giant fluffy green towel that she used to dry herself. Annabelle than went into the walk in and chose a simple mauve pink dress and under corset and skirts, it took awhile but she finally pulled the dress over her head and laced it up. She had not realized how low the neckline was on the gown but as she settled into the garment, the tops of her breasts felt the chill of air brush across them. A smirk crossed her face, she had never been allowed to wear such a piece cut so low before, life on a farm just didn't allow it and her father had preferred his daughters to be modest in dress and manner. But now Annabelle recognized that she had several blossoming choices in her newly formed life. Checking herself in the ceiling to floor mirror she wrapped her green cloak about her shoulders and opened her bedchamber door. Quickly the young woman slammed her door shut with fright, what greeted her was not the tall ceilings and grandeur of a wealthy mansion but the extreme beauty and status of a castle! A grand high corridor met her as she forced herself to stand toe to toe with the unknown. Her eyes scanned around her limited scope to find the creature standing gazing out of a window, opposite her chamber doors. Massive red drapes adorned the window and were tied back to let in the morning light. Silently she let herself take in the creature that had saved her life only the day prior. This creature was at least ten feet in height with silky long fur that seemed to cover his entire body but she couldn't be sure since he wore the fine dress of a gentleman or lord. A tail sprouted from around the base of his spine and he wore no shoes or stockings due to his massive paw-like feet. His intense stature and masculine sense drew her in, it beckoned to her in a way that she hadn't ever imagined before. She had never been with a man before or even been kissed but the raw sensations of desire filled her and she blushed at these awakened feelings. What was wrong with her? He was an animal, was she sick in her mind? His powerful body turned to greet her, his ears twirled to catch her gentle breathing. "Good morning my lady, I thought I might meet you at your door so I might escort you to the breakfast room that is if you would allow me the honor. I can only imagine your hesitation at being in such a new place." his rich voice stirred her insides even more, it held a dinged note of wild masked by sincerity and a gentle nature. He moved towards her, carefully, hesitated then offered her his hand, or rather paw, with black razor sharp claws. "It is most thoughtful of you to be willing to show me the way. Although, not meaning to be rude. What should I call you?" Annabelle blushed as those striking blue eyes made her breathe catch. Suddenly he stood up so formally and with a brisk intentional bow he said. "Forgive me; we haven't even been introduced yet. You may call me Beast. I had a name at one time but that was long ago, before I was this." he attempted a smile but only a little one because he seemed self-conscious about his mouth full of deadly fangs. Annabelle smiled and gave a curtsy, pleased at how formal this creature was being. In fact this beast had been anything but informal. "I am Annabelle, but my family calls me Belle in private." replied the young woman. Again Beast offered her his hand, and she took it with much less hesitation. As they began walking she couldn't help but stare at everything around her, the wonder of it all fascinated her. High arching ceiling with gorgeous wood carvings etched into the molding. Fine carpeting led the way as Beast escorted her through several short corridors then turned to the right, which opened up into a glass domed room with high windows surrounding the walls. Daylight commanded the space. Tall greenery filled the spacious corners of the room while paintings of gardens and nature covered the walls in between the massive windows. Four long lounge couches surrounded a big square glass dining table with matching feet stools. A small candle lit chandelier dropped down from the middle of the dome to hang above the dining space. Soft colorful carpeting blanketed the white marble floor. The table was set and two waiters stood by either end of the table dressed in matching white suits. "Oh my! Beast it is beautiful. I've never seen its likeness." commented Annabelle as the Beast took her to one end of the glass table and helped her into one of the lounge couches. "There is a second room like this one on the other side of the castle but it is a hothouse for indoor plants." explained Beast as he took his own seat at the opposite end of the table. The plates and utensils were made of glass and etched in gold, even the candle holders in the center of the table were made of glass. The waiters took a step up and waited for direction. Annabelle waited with bated breathe to hear what the beast with order. He glanced up at his servant and cleared his throat softly. "I will have a large egg omelet filled with sausage, lamb, and beef with diced vegetables. Bread and butter and French roast coffee." he dictated to the waiter. "Very good my lord." came the man's reply. Beast gave a nod towards Annabelle to indicate that she may do likewise. It took Annabelle a moment to digest the fact that this creature was going to eat with manner and decorum. "It's alright Belle, you may have anything that you choose to eat." Beast said gently. Annabelle blushed somewhat, she didn't know what other things there were to eat; she had eaten mainly bread and butter or milk on the farm. Every so often when father would have the money he would purchase a small jar of jam from the town shop and maybe a cut a sausage link from the local butcher. Her silence caused her man in waiting to give a flash glance at his master but then cleared his throat ever so softly. "We have everything in stock my lady, you may have what pleases you, and if that's not enough than you may have what you are accustomed to." he said nearly at a whisper, a tinge of understanding beneath his informative gesture. "Of course Belle, you may have what you are most use to at home." Beast added encouragingly. Taking a deep breathe Annabelle ordered her ordinary bread and butter with a glass of milk, deciding to keep it safe for the time being. Experiments could happen later. It didn't take long before their meals were brought to them. Taking his coffee mug Beast raised it slightly and Belle followed with her milk; "To our first morning together." Toasted Beast, they both took a sip then began to eat. Watching Beast eat would have been so rude but every so often Belle would glance up to find Beast gently and intricately eating his morning meal, almost human in nature. They would catch one another's gaze and at least she would quickly glance away with a blush. Staring was not a habit of hers. After they had finished Beast came over and offered his arm to her with a little smile as if her staring hadn't bothered him in the least bit. Belle took his arm and stood up, her head only came about to his elbow, he was so tall! Like a big but furry oak tree. "Where would you like go? There are many things to see in my home but I don't want to overwhelm you, so I will let you choose our destination." Beast said. "If we may, I'd like to visit my mare first. Then you may show me a room of your choice." Belle suggested. Her eyes rose to look beast square in the face. She heard his deep breathing flutter as if for her to look him in the eye surprised him. "Am I not to look at you Beast?' she asked. "No you may do as you please my lady but it had been a long time since anyone has ventured a glance at me and held my gaze. And for you to do so brings me courage." Beast explained, he dared not say anymore, for it was only her first day here. Easily he guided the young woman through the long corridors until they reached the main entrance. Belle gasped aloud as the massive four story candle lit chandelier came into view above the center of the front foyer. Beyond the drop chandelier were two massive wooden front doors, seemingly each were crafted of a only two or three large and tall pieces of tree trunk and held together with gold nails. Opposite the entrance doors on the other side of the chandelier was a grand set of stairs that ascended into the second story of the castle, red wood banisters adorned either side of the staircase and continued up and around on either side to form a protective banister on the slight overhang that was on each side of the second level. The floors were made of red polished marble and carpeted with huge elegant rugs. A big dark wooden table sat just beneath the lovely chandelier, its base was carved to mimic the sprawling branches of a tree. Metal torches on tall stands lined the edges of the room. Twin arching windows with huge drapery stood on either side of the castle doorway. My Beauty & The Beast Ch. 02 5 Molly gave an excited whinny when she saw Belle but snorted as Beast came into very as well. "Molly it's okay, he is nice to me." the young woman tried to sooth the animal as they approached the field. Beast stopped several feet from the fence so as not to scare the horse anymore. Annabelle started whispering with outstretched hands and Molly nickered shaking her mane. Her soft cheeks felt so wonderful beneath Belle's fingertips, she pulled several sugar cubes from her dress pocket and fed them to the animal. Molly munched happily while the young woman stroked her face lovingly. Belle glanced back at the Beast and found him patiently waiting for her, he seemed content to gaze at her every move. Smiling Belle went to him. "Show me who you are Beast." she said softly, reaching up she stroked her fingers through the silken fur on his face. Surprise filled his sharp blue eyes and he held perfectly still, every nerve ending screamed at him to take hold of her small form, to press her beneath him and using her slake his lust . But instead he forced himself to be still, he did not want to scare her senseless, fuck her senseless maybe but he knew he must bide his time. How this little beauty could think of him as anything other than a host, she the guest, was beyond his trembling mind. Belle felt heat waves rolling through her skin, her core seemed to ache with an empty desire that she did not understand. Her cheeks were flushed with raw instincts that she could not place a feeling on. She had never felt sexual desire before, not of this intensity and never for a wild beast. Something spoke within her, whispering that he once may have been human; a curse perhaps. She couldn't place her finger on what it was that sent sensual chills up her spine at the mere thought of her host. Beast was brought back to earth as he felt blood fill his cock for the first time in nearly fifty years; just that sensation alone caused a slight growl from deep within his throat. Such a slight touch from this little waifs hand and he was ready to move heaven or hell in order to hold her close to himself. Belle's gasp brought him into focus once more and he realized that he had been grasping her tightly in a fierce hug and seemed to be rubbing what parts of her he could reach his groin. Instantly he released his hold of Annabelle but she didn't move whatsoever as the creature had assumed she would. Belle's heart pounded in her ears and a strange wet heat pooled between her thighs. Her eyes seemed glazed with a longing, an untouched need. She seemed to want more, taking a step closer she buried her face into his fur and inhaled deeply. Loving the wild mossy scent of the dense forest fill her senses, Belle wove her fingers into beast's fur pulling herself up. Instinct drove Beast to pick Annabelle up, her sweet little ass settled into the crook of his elbow and now she was eyelevel with him. She eagerly wrapped her arms around his thick neck. In a timid curious manner she leaned her face close to his ear. "Beast, I don't know how to tell you what I feel. I've never felt this strongly for anyone before. It's so new. I don't want to rush but I... I ache here." she said placing her palm over her lower stomach. "I can smell you. You smell so sweet and musky; it's making me crazy with lust Annabelle. But I don't want to rush you either. It has been so long since I've felt this way about a woman." murmured Beast. With his free hand he reached up to cradle the back of her head, nearly engulfing it, the soft brown locks mingled with his silk fur. Belle drew her face even closer to this massive creature, his fangs gleamed in the sunlight and still she wanted to kiss them. So timidly the girl molded her lips to the beasts. His lips were soft and warm; twice the size of her own but still she kissed the beast. Beast gave a low groan and his tongue sought to enter her small mouth. A small moan escaped her as she opened to his curious tasting. Beast inhaled deeper as his enhanced sense of smell detected her body becoming even more wet then it already was. Belle's tongue sparred with his, tasting his strong wild texture. She trembled like a leaf in his arms; the onslaught of feeling and sensations was almost too much for her newly awakened body. Sliding his thick fingers down he wrapped his thumb and forefinger about her slender neck forming a makeshift collar. Her eyes darkened with recognition of the need that coiled in her belly. "I like that Beast. It makes me feel safe." she cooed sweetly. "Come, let me show you something." Beast said. He walked her back towards the castle. Belle's gaze swept over the massive building, it's high towers and looming stone walls spoke to it's old world beauty. Beast walked into the main foyer and up the main staircase, turning to the left he walked down the corridor that came at the end of the banister. "Where are we going?" her curious voice echoed in the small long space. "I would like to show you my library. It is across from my bed chamber." said Beast. Again he turned to the left, threw a double arching doorway with heavy velvet drapes, warmth glowed throughout the room as they entered. A slight gasp came from Belle as she was greeted by books. Walls and walls of literature lined every wall that surrounded them. The fireplace was massive with dragon pillars on either side. The ceiling was high with heavenly paintings. Wooden carving and etching along the seams and corners of the library made it beautiful on its own. "Oh Beast it is so gorgeous in here. I will be spending a lot of time in here." she smiled with glee. Setting her down Beast watched her as she explored the room. Being drawn by the flame of the fire she ventured towards the warmth glancing here or there at the numerous books high above her head. Her joy at such a simple thing as adventure and knowledge made Beast's heart leap in his chest with an excitement that he had not known in awhile. A joy that was equal if not greater than her own. Belle let her fingertips wonder across the spines of countless titles as she reached to those that she could touch at her mere 5 foot height. She settled into one of the massive high backed arm chairs allowing her legs to open ever so slightly. Beast's nostrils flared as her scent filled the space filling him with primal lust, her dress complimenting her olive toned skin, and the heat from her core drew him in. Almost in a stalking motion Beast moved towards his prey. 6 Belle moved swiftly from where she sat in the library as she noticed Beast moving in on her, a nervous laugh caught in her throat as she was followed by his sheer size, for every eight strides she made Beast merely took a step so she skipped out of the library and to the right searching for what would be his bedchamber door. The massive double doors greeted her several feet from the library. A gasping scream escaped the young woman as Beast swept her up and forced her small formed up against his doors, she looked up at him to find those blue eyes full of desire. "Belle don't tease me. It has been forever since I've been with a woman. I am afraid I would do you serious harm. Even now I have true intentions of doing the honorable thing by you... but you are making this very difficult for me. It feels like I've known you forever." his voice grew deeper more strained as he spoke. "Beast I feel as if we have known each other for a long time, but the fact is it has only been a mere few hours since breakfast. Please at least make my ache go away." she replied not exactly sure what she had just asked of him. Her breathing was making her ample breasts spill out of her top and she shook in his hands. The sight of her nipples peaking up from beneath her corset nearly made him rip all her clothes off right then and there. He held her in his grasp and opened his chamber door. Releasing the woman his mind raced. He had not intended to go this far this quickly with Belle but she seemed to be encouraging him. Belle loved how dark this bedchamber looked. Dark woods and textures made it feel almost like a dungeon but the roaring fireplace glowed and cast shadows throughout the room. Twin arching windows with black drapes were on the far outer wall, drawn back to allow enough light to see by. Beast's bed was twice the size of a king size bed and had an equally big wooden bed frame. Tree shaped bedposts sprung up from the head and foot ends of the frame, the branches held up the bed curtains which were tied back around the posts. Massive soft carpeting blanketed the stone cold floors. Belle promptly made her way to the bed and started to take her cloak and skirt off. Beast merely watched as she got through her layers in a shaky but determined way. When her breasts popped out of her corset he fought the urge to push her onto the bed and take her there and then. Belle's eyes took in the beast and her eyes roamed over his huge form, the large bulge that formed in his trousers drew her attention. She had never seen a human organ before but what would his look like? Her gaze caused Beast to come to her. Suddenly she moved around him and with a barely noticeable push with her little palm had him sit on his bed. Her large breasts were just handfuls for him as he palmed her tender orbs. "Beast I want to see it." she commanded. She leaned into his large paws loving the feeling of his touch. She removed her final few items of clothing revealing all of herself to this terrifying creature. Beast's chest swelled with awe and wonder at her bravery. She was even more beautiful naked than she had been with her skirt and dress on. Her long locks framed her face and kept her shoulders warm as she sat beside him. Gently Beast took her hand and placed it on his huge cock. "Are you sure Belle? This is what you want; I do not want to harm you. You have begun to mean too much to me to risk it." Beast moved her palm along the length of him, letting her feel his size. An instinctual moan escaped her as Belle felt his hidden cock; he was thicker than her forearm and nearly as long! At realizing his sheer size her core began to ache more. "Please Beast, please let me see." her voice was nearly hoarse with feeling. Belle licked her lips with an anticipation that she had never known as he undid his belt and wiggled somewhat out of his trousers. Her eyes widened as he sprang out into the light, dark skin covered a penis that was over ten inches in length with a huge bulbous head at the tip. Silken fur surrounded the root of his organ and thick veins were visible just beneath the surface of his skin. Belle laid her hands on his cock, the weight of him caused it to lie back against his lower stomach. She gripped him and brought him up to get a good look at this lovely thing. Her fingers didn't even begin to fit around his girth. A growl came from him at her touch and suddenly big droplets of liquid formed at the eye of his crown. It soon was spilling down the shaft and onto her fingers. The musky scent made her curious enough to lean down and timidly lick at his tip. The creature nearly bucked in her hands, arching like a bow at such a slight touch. The taste that met her touch was salty and slippery in her mouth, milky white and creamy as it became thicker. She licked and lapped until that didn't seem to be enough she widened her lips and attempted to fit the large crown into her mouth. "Oh Belle, oh Belle, Belle!" growled Beast, she felt his paws form fists as he dared not lay his hands on her or he might crush her unintentionally. Beast's flesh was hot and pulsed inside her mouth, she lapped at his thick cock, his flesh was stiff and tasted so good to her. She found herself pumping at his remaining shaft with both her hands, not understanding what had driven her to do such a thing. She also noted that she had formed a wet puddle on the bed covers beneath her thighs. Withdrawing Beast's cock she licked her lips. "Oh Beast you taste so good, I've never done this before. You are huge!" she admitted to the creature. Beast raised his head to look at her, his eyes glowed with a dangerous wild light that sent chills down her spine. "Belle I want to taste you now." he said. Quicker than she could blink he had flipped her onto her back with his massive form looming above her. She felt small and helpless beneath him; she loved every second of it. Beast shoved her up closer to the head pillows so he could maneuver between her legs. Her scent filled his every sense as he lowered his face towards her. "Yes, please Beast. Touch me, touch me." she breathed, her hips undulating with her need, beckoning him closer. She was so wet that her inner thighs were moist as he laid his paws on them to hold her still. The sight of his fangs so near to her ready to tear her to pieces if he so desired made Belle even more excited and helpless. Carefully Beast used his big wide tongue to lap up the juices from her tender thighs, she tried to wiggle with delight but his grip held her firm. Using his claw tipped fingers he gently parted her moistened labia to expose her clitoris and nether lips. She was puffy and pink with a dusty rose hue. As his breathe tickled her most tender parts he could hear her trembling gasps of surprise. Had she never even touched herself? "Belle, is this your first experience? The way you sucked my cock, I thought for sure you had been with another at least once before me." Beast's warm hot breath asked. "Beast you are the only one. I just did what my own instincts dictated me to do with your.... your cock." she struggled with the new word. A strange look overcame Beast locked eyes with her. "Belle, I will not take you until you know more about me, until you feel more comfortable." Beast said gently. "But I am ready, aren't I?" Belle moaned thrusting her ever glistening pussy towards him. "Belle, you think you are. But trust me; right now with the way that I feel I would damage you in ways that would ruin you for the rest of your life. I would hurt you on the inside. And I do not want to do that to you." Beast murmured. "But Beast!" she cried aloud, her protest caused him to clamped her mouth closed with a quick flick of his palm across her mouth. "I didn't say that I would not bring you to orgasm my sweet love." his growl held a tinge of firmness in it. Belle's eyes locked with his and the determined finality of his firm voice made her shiver deliciously. She liked the look of dominance in his eyes as well as how it wove into his words. The growl had made her vaginal muscles squeeze in response. "Beast lick me!" she moaned, she wiggled beneath his pressing form. "Do not rush me." he commanded. Stern eyes met her blazing gaze. Gently with his index claw he tickled and traced her clit and vagina lips, thrilled at the glistening pearls that beaded at her entrance. She was beyond sensitive he could tell, it would make for a longer gentler initial love making once he decided that she was ready. Her form tried to wiggle and his glanced up at her, instantly she settled down. Was she reacting to how stern he looked at her? He traced her inner thighs applying more pressure as if to scratch and Belle gave a shuttering yowl. Gasping she wiggled but Beast gripped her ankles to hold her still and that caused her to gasp even louder. He made gentle scratching motions on her thighs closer and ever closer to her pussy. Belle trembled making tiny noises of pleasure, her flesh was pink and warm, alive with passion. Next Beast lowered his face careful not to hurt her with his fangs as he let his tongue take a big long swipe on her fresh pussy, a deep moan as he tasted the woman for the very first time. She tasted so potent and silky in his mouth. "Ohhhh Beast!" she wailed her hands reached out to grasp his fur that surrounded his face. Her fingers kneaded into his fur as he proceeded to lap up her weeping vagina, delving his thick tongue into every fold of flesh and relishing the sounds that met his ears. Believing her to be more relaxed Beast thrust his thick long tongue up into her pussy while simultaneously scraping his claw semi-gently along her inner thighs. The young woman arched high but Beast's muffled growl warned her as her movement drew her quivering pussy out of his mouth, he curled his paws about her tender legs and pulled her back into his eager mouth; again thrusting his tongue into her needy virgin cunt. "Oh Beast! Oh Beast!" she panted as she settled into his thrusting tongue obviously enjoying his ministrations. Changing tactics as she adjusted and accepted her pleasuring he began flicking her clit while delving into her pussy; intent to have her first time be something to always remember. Moaning and cooing, shuttering growling groans met his ears as he took her higher and higher. Belle felt a deep aching coil grow tighter and tighter within her over sensitized core. She couldn't contain herself as her body wiggled and thrashed at the sensations building inside of her. A pressure that almost hurt but with the creature's skillful patience soothing yet encouraging the fire within. Suddenly Belle bucked screaming out her very first orgasm as it built to a crashing flourishing crescendo. It spread rapidly across her womb but lingered in its wake. Panting with emotion she looked at Beast he had a rather smug look as well as very juicy lips. 7 Belle's eyes fluttered open, had she fallen asleep? The room was very dark as she sought some light but only found the warm glow of the fire. She felt hot to the point of boiling, as if she were surrounded by a giant animal skin. Her wiggling stirred the sleeping giant and a slight groan came from the furry thing that had been cuddling her. Suddenly Belle remember who she was with and settled deeper still into his soft firm form, his silk fur nearly hid her completely from sight especially as she felt him wrap his strong arm about her in an attempt to keep her from extricating herself from him. Beast's breathing was steady and calm, he watched her deliciously nude form as he observed her almost physically recall their recent encounter. Feeling her stretch out her little body beside him, Beast absolutely adored the sensation of her so close to him. "How do you feel?" his drowsy voice sounded next to her ear. "Like none of this is really real." she admitted. "Oh." he replied. "But I don't ache anymore, I feel good laying here with you Beast." she added. Her honesty warmed Beast's heart and he kissed her cheek. He got up, going to his own closet he produced a thick warm robe for her to wear. Shivering from the sudden loss of his heated body Belle scooted to the side of the bed and stepped into the robe that he presented to her, tying the belt that came with it about her small form. Beast was still wearing his former clothes which were somewhat in disarray. He straightened them. "May I show you my family?" he asked once he had cleared his throat. Belle's curiosity perked up as she glanced up at his words. Nodding she straightened after putting her shoes on. Beast offered his hand to her and she took it without hesitation this time. "You have a family?" Belle began once they had ventured back down to the front foyer and down several corridors that were off to the left of it. "I did, a long time ago. This once was a ruling castle. With the land and it's people flourished just below it's walls." said Beast. He led them into a big portrait room. Every wall held someone's picture. Small frames, big frames, some were oval some square. The bigger frames were rectangle. And on the wall just opposite the arching entrance was a massive oil painting of the reigning king. Beast led her to the right once they had come into the room. Her eyes rolled up and around as she tried to gaze at all the different portraits. Beast paused and she turned her focus to what was in front of them. She was met by a beautiful woman with raven locks and piercing blue eyes. Her body was slender and robed in a pale blue diamond gown with a sapphire blue cape. Simple drop diamond earrings and a matching pendant complimented her pale skin tone. A silver sapphire studded vine and scroll metal crown rested on her head. The backdrop was of a sea colored curtains. "This is my mother, Leigha Anne Dominne." Beast voiced. "She is gorgeous Beast." commented Belle. Moving on he showed her his two younger sisters and his father. Robert Dominne had handsome strong features and dark brown eyes that held so much wisdom. The remaining portraits on the wall were several of Beast's cousins, uncles and aunts. She turned to the adjacent wall which was bare except for the giant portrait. "Who is that?" asked Belle as she gazed up in awe at the handsome gentleman. He wore the same crown that had been on King Robert's head. His hair was black and those eyes seemed too familiar, his poise was strong and masculine, a mischievous smile met his twinkling gaze. He did not wear the garments of a king but rather the clothes of a huntsman. His hounds sat at his feet ready to do their master's bidding. The outdoor woods lay behind him with the castle in the far distance to his right. My Beauty & The Beast Ch. 02 He wore a ring on his index finger that Belle had seen on a rope chain that hung around Beast's neck. And her realization caused her to gasp. "He was the last ruler of this castle. Until the witch came this King had a wealthy prosperous kingdom with people that respected and loved him." Beast explained, his voice seemed somewhat detached suddenly with a tinge of denial and hate. Or at least that was how Belle interpreted it. "What was his name?" Belle asked timidly, her uncertainty made Beast look down at her, a look of anger blazed from his brilliant eyes. "David. David was his name." he replied turning away from her, as if looking at her admitted some unspoken truth. She felt his mood sour suddenly, nearly tangible between the space that he had made between them. Belle took a few steps back, her certainty and courage fading quickly. Beast turned to look at her at her motion and she saw pain in his gorgeous eyes, pain and shame. The intensity made her shiver. He reached out to her yet Belle backed away even more, trying to get further from the darkness that had overtaken him. Beast recognized his error and instead of trying to pursue her the massive creature sidestepped the young woman and left the room. With Beast gone Belle suddenly felt lost and alone. His retreat seemed out of place but with the emotion written in his face explained so little, it only made her feel worse. She looked up at King David again, memorizing his face before turning to exit the room. Coming face to face with a beady eyed giant scorpion shaped monster. It clicked at her with its fangs. Startled silent she tried to sidestep the evil looking critter but it cornered her, shoving her to the floor. That's when she noticed that its tail didn't have a hooked stinger at the end... it was shaped more like a barbed phallus! 8 The monster's barbed forelegs trapped her and it began curling its tail underneath itself. A gasping cry came from Belle as the monster tore her robe to shreds. "No, no, no!" muttered Belle as she realized this ugly thing's intentions. Where it had come from didn't register as it prepared to rape her, she struggled causing scratches and bruising to herself against its smooth cement like skeletal structure. She thrashed hard determined to save herself even if she hurt herself. A terrifying roar echoed above the already resounding noise and the scorpion rapper was suddenly thrown off of her. Beast's tremendous form crossed over her and smashed the scorpion to the floor. The thing screeched scrambling to fight off the furry beast, Beast raised his head to avoid the monsters lethal multiple legs. Roaring he felt the scorpion's tail snake out to wrap around his neck and shoulders then its powerful muscle constricted applying force in attempt to jar him from his wide stance. Belle scrambled to the far corner of the room. Huddled down to make herself as small as possible she couldn't keep from watching the two creature's war with each other. She watched Beast's fangs flash in the rising moonlight that came threw the windows. He stretched his arm back to counter the scorpion's strong tail, gripping the base of its tail he swung the thing down again. Taking hold of the tail with both his hands he sank his jaws into it. Screaming out with pain the scorpion monster bled blue blood as Beast's dangerous jaw ripped into its sensitive tail. Ripping its tail at the point of weakness Beast tossed the tail away and crushed the thing deep into the floor. With a ear piercing scream the scorpion had its body crushed beneath the Beast. It finally lay still in death under the pressing paws of him. The silence was deafening as Belle listened to Beast's heavy exerted breathing, his clothes were torn and he trembled uncontrollably as he turned to see Belle. His face was smattered with gooey blood and energy from the fight was palatable to Belle. "Belle are you alright? I came as soon as I heard the scorpion's clicking but I was at the other end of the castle by then. Oh Belle forgive Me." he moved towards her slowly, his eyes pleading with her. "Beast I...." Belle couldn't make herself move, the wall seemed safe. Beast stooped down and picked her up, she sniffled making tiny mewls and shuttering moans clinging to him in an unconscious way. She shook like a leaf in his embrace and he loathed the monster that had shattered her innocence and terrorized her being. He marched her to his bed, laying her there. "Belle I will be right back. I need to clean myself." About twenty minutes later he returned, moving in behind her Beast tucked her into him. Meeting no resistance Beast layered kisses along her arm and back, across the back of her neck and up into her hair. Moaning she rolled onto her back. "What was that thing?" her small voice penetrated the silence. "It is a creature that was formed out of hate and evil, it got into the castle by way of the underground dungeon. It must have smelled your aroma once I brought you to orgasm. It was created by the witch that placed this spell on me, she made it to torment those of the villagers that refused to leave my kingdom after she cursed this land." explained Beast. Smelling her blood he sat up. "Belle we have to take care of you." he said, concern and worry laced his voice as he wiped what remained of her tattered robe from her. "Belle sit up woman, let me care for your wounds." growled Beast somewhat annoyed with concern. Belle slowly worked up the courage to sit upright while Beast brought a soft towel and a bowl of warm water from his bathing room. Dipping the cloth into the water he began to clean the dried stains of blood that had adhered to her skin. She seemed rather melancholy, so he drew her up and led her into his bathing room. Removing his robe he turned on the tub water. Belle stood near the tub, her eyes following his every movement; catching glimpses of his heavy silk fur testicles. His fur covered body reminded her of how he had cradled her after they had played in his bed, how soft and warm it had been. His cock and balls swung so enticingly as he moved about the room, gathering what could be healing ointments and fluffy towels, combs and lotions. Her skin stung like she had just been scratched by a thorn bush and her mind registered that deep bruising had taken place during her wrestle with the hideous scorpion. Belle didn't comprehend how badly she looked until she happened to turn to watch Beast and caught a glimpse of her reflection in the ceiling high mirror. She looked like a giant bleeding blueberry! Beast made a noise that drew her gaze. He had climbed into the steaming warm bath water then raised his hand to offer her assistance. Belle took it and supported herself on his hand while she gingerly stepped into the water. "Ohhhhh!" she whimpered with pain as the water shocked her back into the land of the verbal. Blood from her scratches floated into the clear water turning it colored. Beast took one of the bottles that he had placed by the side of the tub and squeezed several big drops of ointment into the water. Swirling it around to disperse it, Belle's pain filled tense body visibly relaxed once the ointment began soaking into her wounds. Then taking another bottle he poured something gooey into his big palm. "Stand up?" he directed. Belle did as she was told shivering once the cooler air met her skin. Beast began with the few lash marks on her thighs, massaging the gel into her tender cuts. A sharp inhale came from her as the numbing gel mingled with the cleansing lotion. Those furry strong finger pads gently massaged one cut then moved upwards. Even pausing to softly press some gel into the purple and green bruises that patterned her front. Numerous sensations coursed threw the girl, everything from the sharp sting of the gel to the soothing touch of the Beast's fingers to the deep arousal that still stirred at her very core at his ministrations. His eyes fluttered up every so often to catch her expressions. "Is the lotion and gel helping?" he murmured. "Yes it does help numb the sting. But why do I feel excited?" Belle innocence caused Beast to look up into her gaze. "Most likely because I am touching you and your body is simply responding instinctually, even though you are hurt, those feelings are new and will flare to life even under stressful events." replied Beast as his hands wrapped around her waist to steady her stance. "Do you feel them?" "Yes I do Belle but I am more focused on doing what I can to heal your wounds and make sure that you are well; so I ignore them for now." explained Beast. The silk fur even wet sent tickling sensations across her flesh as he continued to tend to Belle. Belle felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment once Beast explained his concern and selflessness, how could she not do the same? Her eyes rolled slowly over him as he touched her lower ribcage. He looked like a giant wet sheep dog as his fur clung to his form once wet. A giggle escaped Belle once as she thought this but stopped as her cut ribs tried to expand and contract rapidly. "Do I amuse you with my drenched self?" Beast voice seemed playful and coy. Nodding Belle's hand pressed to her lips in another attempt to withhold another laugh. Such a simple honest reaction made Beast huff with a bit of amusement himself. Never did he imagine that he would be in this place, a lovely petite wench in his grasp, naked and in a warm tub. And she was not scared of him, the wide eyed shivering woman wasn't disgusted by his monster-self, rather she was trembling with passion for him! Oh and what power he had over her with these few facts. Suddenly he felt her hands take his and promptly place them on her sweet breasts, she held him there daring him to try and remove them. A sigh of willingness came from the creature as he felt her lovely globes beneath his fingers and palms. Her nipples were hard as he massaged her, her hands moved to grasp hold of his arms while he focused his fingers to roll those peaks between his thumb and forefinger. She gripped his forearms at the electric arousal that shot from her nipples straight into her pussy at this new touch, leaning into his massive palms she surrendered to him. "Belle, why do you torment me? The worst of it is you don't even understand what your doing, because of your sweet nature." the creature's voice was gravelly and strained with emotion as he guided her towards himself. As he rolled and plucked at her tender nipples he lowered his head to capture her mouth in a long kiss. He wanted her to learn what it meant to be passionate and respected as a woman. He longed to bury his massive cock into her warm wet vice and give her the ultimate meaning of the passion that now burned within her. But now was not the time, this was not that moment. Beast growled possessively as he leaned down further to layer his hot wet tongue across her oversensitive peaks, drawing each one into his eager mouth to suckle at her writhing form. "OH BEAST!" she nearly screamed her body grasped onto him, clinging in her bliss her hips undulating against him as her body vibrated with ecstasy. Her grip as strong as her thighs levered herself to grind her pussy into his chest. As Beast sat while she now clung and writhed above him her scent pooled into the water as it sloshed, growling he sucked on her harder as her silky wet essence soaked into his fur. Belle arched back giving her chest to Beast as if her very life depended on the electric bliss that zinged threw her and to feel his wet silk fur while grinding her aching clit into him made her mewl and mutter such animalistic sounds. His hand supported her back so she would not loose contact with him or strain herself too much. "I ache so badly, it aches so much it hurts." wailed the woman but she didn't let up as she ground herself even harder. "Belle cum, I want you to cum on me sweetheart. Belle cum." encouraged Beast, his firm order penetrated her frenzied world coupled with his tongue lapping and sucking on her and she shattered in his hands. A screaming mewl escaped her and her body went rigid as she came crashing like lightening, then she bucked and writhed as it coursed threw her entire body. A deep moan came from Beast as if he approved of the musky slippery cum that came from her pulsing hot pussy. Together they trembled in the lingering aftermath of her orgasm. Content to hold each other in the warm water. My Beauty & The Beast Ch. 03 Note to Readers: Thanks for being so patient, my apologies for such a long wait... life has just gotten too hectic for me, I'm hoping to finish this story as it is close to my heart. Comments are welcome... enjoy this third installment of fairytale. ***** Sunlight and birdsong awoke Belle the next morning. She looked around to find fire already lit and the dark drapes were pulled back to let in the light. Beast was nowhere in the room as she sought him out to only find herself alone and naked beneath his heavy bed sheets. The red silk sheets felt so luxurious against her skin as she stretched, wincing at her bruises and now healing cuts. She noticed a thick robe had been hung next to the tea table with a silver breakfast tray on it. Belle climbed out from beneath the warm covers and went to put the robe on. A note sat next to the tray: I will meet you later on today. I went to assist the servants in sealing up the lower dungeon. Yours, Beast Belle sat down at the table and uncovered the tray. Toast, fruits, butter, tea pot and tea cup along with silver utensils met her gaze. The fresh berries and the steaming tea smelled so good to her as she began to eat her fill. She looked to find her dress hanging neatly on a hanger near the fireplace to keep it warm. Sipping her final drink of tea she shed the robe and got dressed. Then she went to the door and was greeted by a maid once she had opened the door. "Good morning ms." curtsied the youth. "Good morning." smiled Belle, suddenly blushing she realized that her hair was messy and that she had just come out of a man's room! Yet the maid didn't seem bothered at all. "What can I do for you ms.?" the maid's voice stilled Belle's worry. "Could you braid my hair for me before we go anywhere?" Belle asked. "Certainly." smiled the young girl. They went to Belle's room and the maid went to her closet. "What color for today ms?" "How about pink, like a rose." answered Belle. "What is you name?" asked Belle as the maid pulled four rose colored dresses from her closest. "My name is Cameil ms." she answered as Belle chose a rose pink gown with a corset lace up back and velvet long sleeves and skirt with a U neckline. Cameil helped her into her under skirts and then her dress then laced it up. The girl then brushed and braided Belle's hair and put a matching rose colored ribbon into the braid. "Thank you Cameil. Now show me to the kitchen please." Belle said once they had finished. "The kitchen?" Cameil asked. "Yes. I am not use to all this finery. Being in a kitchen might help." replied Belle. Cameil led Belle down several halls then came to a L shaped staircase down to the second level of the castle. Once at the bottom Cameil turned to the right and through an arching doorway than into a double hinged door with two glass window's in them. What met Belle's eyes made her grin from ear to ear. The castle's kitchen had high ceilings and big windows facing east. Four cooking ovens were along a long marble countertop just beneath the windows and oak cabinets and shelving held every kind of cook pans and utensils imaginable. Two massive center counters was at the room's focal point. Four massive glass china cabinets lined the opposite wall the fine dinnerware sparkled and glittered in the morning sunlight. On each of the six shelves within the cabinets was a full matching set of unique china. In the furthest corner of the room was a dish washing space with three double wash basins and several drying shelves and hanging hooks. A small window allowed in a shaft of sunlight. "It's beautiful." commented Belle as she moved further into the space. Never had she imagined cooking in such a lavish environment. "It's only the kitchen. There are two pantries over through those other doors and a ice chamber on the outside of this part of the castle. A smoke house is only a few feet from the back door, along with the water well." explained Cameil. Most of the kitchen staff were busy preparing food or tending items on the fire. Belle couldn't stop smiling, she realized that everyone including the head cook's were staring at her. "May we do something for you ms.?" a tall middle aged man raised an eyebrow in her direction. "Yes, would you like me to make you some hot oats?" chimed in Cameil sweetly. "Oh I can do it myself." without a second thought Belle moved with purpose as she plucked a fresh pan from the hang hooks, a long wide spoon. Her eyes swept the immediate space surrounding her and she found the jar of oats and the salt. She moved towards the barrels of water. "Which of these is fresh?" she asked, glancing up she discovered the head cook and Cameil wide eyed at her bold fearless nature. "Both, my lady. They were brought in only half an hour ago." answered the head cook. "Ms. let me do that for you." Cameil came to her side. "Oh Cameil it's okay. I know my way around a kitchen, though I may need a map for some things in this big of space." smiled Belle. She sensed that nervous tension in the air as she dipped the pan into the water, filling in two-thirds full. Walking it to the oven fire she placed it on the hook. "I don't understand." said Cameil said as she came over to Belle. "I came from a farming family Cameil. I am no stranger to working with my hands." Belle explained. She set it over the hook of the blazing cook fire, added a pinch of salt and waited. The fire was so hot it only took a few moments before the water was boiling, Belle that added the oats and with the spoon stirred it gently. Cameil went to a cupboard and took out a wooden bowl and spoon. "Would you like something to drink my lady?" she asked as she brought the items to Belle. The oats bubbled and thickened as they cooked. "Yes, a glass of juice would be a nice luxury." replied Belle. "Orange, strawberry, blackberry, grape, grapefruit, or mixed berry?" answered Cameil. "You have all of those!" exclaimed the young woman, turning to look at the maid. She nodded with a kind smile. "I have never tasted blackberries before. I will try that please." Belle picked her flavor of juice. Cameil disappeared momentarily as Belle served herself her breakfast of hot oats. "Would you like some?" offered Belle. "Oh no, I ate earlier this morning." Cameil smiled as she poured the dark rich blackberry juice into a small cup. Cameil gave a slight curtsey then excused herself to tend to other chores about the castle. Belle ate her oats recalling that she had already eaten breakfast, but she didn't mind as she rinsed her dirty dishes and then hung them to dry. The bustling hum of the kitchen soon forced her to leave as it was getting rather crowded with other staff members. The young woman exited the grand kitchen, wondered through the large dining area just off from the kitchen, she spent the remaining morning exploring the ins and outs of the south second wing. Finding countless rooms and extensive architecture along the way. Passing multiple cleaning staff and caretakers as she wound her way amongst the corridors and grand ceilings. She was glad to have put on a long sleeved gown as the stoned walls of the inner castle were cool. As she came to a hidden spiral staircase along an ascending tower the girl paused. The stairs seemed layered with dirt and dust as Belle gently swiped her index finger across the adjoined wall it came away with a grimy film as if no one had deliberately cleaned this particular area in years. Belle picked up her floor length skirts and started up the spiral staircase. The air became musky and damp smelling the higher the higher she went, finally she was halted by large double wooden doors that were locked shut. She fiddled with the handles on both sides and the locks were solid so she stood on her tiptoes to try and peer through the little metal bard windows. Glimpses of a shadowy throne hall met the woman's glancing gaze, it seemed to be in the same state as that of the staircase itself. Undisturbed since it's last use. Things were tossed about as if a fight had taken place inside a once grand space. Belle's curiosity was peaked greatly and she wiggling the door handles again in a faint attempt that they might open upon her wish. Passerby maids below the stairs startled Belle from her snooping, she waited for the pair to go on their way before she quickly and quietly crept back down the staircase. Before stepping from the shadows Belle peeked about to make sure she was not seen exiting. Then she rounded the corner and continued on into the following corridor. Belle was shocked at how darkened this quarter of the southern wing was as she ventured further, only a few wall torches were lit and shadows danced and wiggled along the extended hallway. Belle grasped ahold of a torch and pulled it down to use to light her way as she went along. An black chard door met her a few feet beyond and she pulled it open... it creaked and squealed in upset at being used. She slipped through the archway and down a set of stairs, she sneezed and coughed at the on slot of rancid muck filled scents, as she forced herself to go on her eyes began to water as it only got worse. A noise just beyond her caused Belle to stifle her coughing, she had no idea what lay just ahead of her but it sent an odd icy chill up her spine; fear sudden became a realization as the noise fluttered and sparked, wailed and snickered. Belle's steps grew less sure and her legs began to tremble with uncertainty. The walled staircase opened up, giving way to a hideous dungeon. A pit of black tar sputtered and churned in the middle of the room, barring the way to get to the only exit, the staircase! Torches lined the surround walls and a black chandelier hung down above the tar pit. Belle gulped loudly as her eyes searched beyond the tar, rusty outdated jail cells lined the walls on the opposite side. Inside one of the cells sat a woman. She was hovered over a little flickering fire and dressed in rags. The hideous noises were coming from her! The woman turned her gaze towards Belle. A shuttering cry escaped the young woman as two blood red eyes zeroed in on her, slicing open her trembling soul. Belle crouched into the stairs struck with dizzying nausea as those eyes ran over her. Some twisted voice spoke inside the girl and she was wracked with bodily pain that paralyzed her. Belle could think or see, she was clawing at her own eyes and ears in any type of attempt to rid herself of that hellish voice that seemed to have delved into her very mind. It was not a quick assault, the voice seemed to bury itself within, poking and prodding into the deepest parts of her inner being. Finding her fears and laying them naked upon a ritual stone, bare for all to see. The young woman had not known fear like this, her nails dug into her tender flesh and pulled at her brunette locks. She couldn't move at all but she pictured herself crying and wailing in her minds-eye. She turned her face towards the woman. She stood gripping the cell bars, some inhuman squeal came from her and those eyes bore even deeper into her victim. Suddenly a noise like thunder had broken just above Belle forcing her eyes to look up and there stood Beast over her. Beast's hideous savage roar echoed out into the remaining castle, "Rose you bitch of satan, release My charge!" Beast snarled. Those red eyes swirled into their original color as the rags turned into a sapphire blue gown and the angelic features took the place of the hideous figure within the cell. Her smile was wicked indeed as she raised her gaze to the Beast who stood protecting the slut beneath himself. "Everything that comes into this land is mine Beast... Capturing me was all for nothing, she is mine, she was marked by my scorpion." Rose's angelic voice floated up to them. "She will never belong to you! She is too good, her heart is pure, unscathed." growled Beast in protest. "Ah, she does not know the truth, yet. If she does, you know it is her sin and I will have her within my grasp because of it." Rose smirked. "Never... Not if she chooses it willingly." muttered Beast, with that he plucked Belle up and rushed up out of the dungeon. Her skin was white as death yet she was moaning as he took her to her room. She was unconscious as he undressed her and put her to bed. He lit a blazing fire within the hearth and left, charging the maid to watch over the young guest closely. My Beauty & The Beast Ch. 04 The blazing fire flickered across the massive creature, heating his closed eyes, warming his flesh and igniting his restless dreaming mind. Those destructive jaws twitched and muttered nonsense into the empty room. His chest rose and fell unsteady and rapid. The talons that cursed his fingered paws clasped the arms of the armchair in attempts to hang on to his tireless attacker. Shivers coursed through the animal. The black horns gleamed in the firelight. Beast was hunting in his demonic forest, his ears twitched, swiveling to catch the slightest noise. Clothes had not been a necessity for the creature for years as he made is long trek to find the witch that had left him hideously scarred for life. The witch left a particular scent that Beast could pick up even if she had left the area three days ahead of him. The crisp morning dew quivered as Beast rose to his feet giving a shake to rid himself of the slight dampness. The cool air excited the creature as he moved forward on all four massive paws, his powerful chest turned the space just in front of him into tiny crystals on each exhale due his hot breathe. His silken fur gleamed and shimmer, muscle rippled just beneath with each slow motion he made. Beast was too big to crouch low like that of a feline and his overwhelming height even on all fours left him at an even greater disadvantage then that of the black bears that he had run across. The pads on this paws had calloused weeks ago. He hardly felt the thorn bush as he moved across it, crushing the spiky thing easily. She had slowed down, why, he had know idea but it meant that she was growing comfortable in her journey. The witch had never expected her recent curse to stalk her, surprise was still in Beast's favor. His eyes glowed as the sunlight struck his face within the cover of the dense wood, Beast stopped. Her scent was fresh, it radiated from just beyond him, mixed with that of new scents; potent and full of musky evil. The creature stifled a deep sneeze as it accosted his being. As slow and intent as that of a practiced lion the beast crept forward to peer threw the underbrush. A glorious glade opened up before his gaze, sunlight filtered down from the high treetops lighting a small mansion. A willow tree sprang up in front of the building, huge and peaceful as the breeze blew it's hanging vines. Beast's ears perked forward, where was the bitch? As the winds rustled and moved the branches of the willow she became visible. Clad in her beautiful facade of woman. She stood encircle by six of her fellow witches, a man knelt before her. From what Beast could see, the man appeared to be a hunter, a bow slung across his back with a hefty number of arrows untouched within their chamber. Rose had her palm placed upon his head and she was voicing some incantation. A near inaudible growl rumbled within Beast's throat as the witch's surge of power revealed her hideous hidden features... her true demon self. Beast had no clue as to why these witches would need a man under their spell but it was obvious that he had a purpose as he stood at his mistress' bidding. They were miles from even a small village, resources were scarce. He settled down to wait them out. Beast allowed himself to drift off into a fitful sleep as he lay hidden from the witch that had stolen his life. Moaning stirred Beast from his nap beneath the brush, the shuttering moans of pleasure peeked his curiosity and he looked into the glade. The moon was high, not a cloud in the starry night sky. The man that the witches had enslaved was tied to the willow like the captive that he was, naked! Endless possibilities ran through Beast's mind of which he literally shook himself from. His bright blue eyes gleamed as he looked at the slave, these witches would use the helpless man as a toy then discard him; probably eat him after they had had their fill of him. A shutter raced down Beast's back; he wouldn't allow it. Beast once again settled down to wait on what they might do, he couldn't very well attack them now, he had to wait for them to make themselves vulnerable. All woman, even evil ones became most vulnerable while at the height of ecstasy, even though he abhorred the thought of having to watch such laude acts upon such an innocent human being. Silently he kept a sharp eye on his ultimate target, Rose. Seven witches against a beast of magical making seemed rather fair odds to the King. Shivers of disgust ran through him as he watched them begin their assault on the young hunter. Close to four hours later the witches were giddy and sex drunk, releasing endless amounts of energy and power from their cores. Allowing themselves to believe they were all alone and safe from watching eyes; they danced and writhed like forest nymphs. Exerting themselves to the fullest. Beast had to force himself to swallow the bile that had threatened to come forth from his stomach at the sights. He saw his chance as all seven of the magical whores had there backs turned from him. Beast stilled his breathing and crept forward, his eyes darting to each of the women, he ignored those pleasurable sighs and chirps that women make during arousal. What he lacked in stealth, Beast simply made up in pure size as he snuck up on the wenches and raised up onto his back legs; all ten feet of him. Startled cries escaped them as they all whipped about at the looming shadowy form behind. A prominent snort escaped Beast as the one of the far left end screeched loudly brandishing a dagger from seemingly no where. The six sisters attacked at once, throwing themselves upon the giant creature with varying battle cries. Beast tumbled backwards, throwing himself down onto the hard dusty earth instantly crushing the two that had foolishly leapt onto his back. Their crumpled bodies lay lifeless as he swung himself back onto his feet. They were so small compared to his massive power and size the task of ridding himself of the women should have been easy yet they wiggled and avoided his attacks. Suddenly Beast felt something tighten about his thick neck as one of them had clamored to his backside and noosed him. His eyes rolled as he sought out Rose, she stood smiling as the others did her work. Chains flung about his wrists and ankles as the remaining four, pulling with all their might the witches attempted to trip him to the ground using themselves as counter weights. Snarling Beast gathered himself and with a hefty flick of his right paw, jackknifed the one that clung to the opposite end of the chain. Flying through the air her weight caused her to smack into the other that held onto his left ankle. They crashed together heavily, muscle, flesh, and bone ripped open and snapped like branches as the two collided. Anger and sounds of utter agony rose from the injured bitches. A surge of raw animalistic strength rippled through Beast as the remaining two attempted to reach his throat intent on slicing it open with their daggers. He instantly laid his clawed paws on them, dragging them away from their task, squeezing them within his balled fists, each of them hollered and struggled to escape. Beast had never known this type of control or power before and he easily crushed the two witches like they were mere bugs; not even caring at their sounds of death and final breathe. Rose trembled with fear and arousal at this monster of her creating. He was everything that utterly terrified her as well as everything that excited her. The witch smirked greedily as torturous thoughts danced through her hideous mind. Not given her fallen sisters any credit or mourning she almost eagerly stepped forward, her demonic red gaze bright with intent as she watched Beast squash the last two of her companions into the ground with a single open paw. Pulsing magic radiated from her fingertips as she almost gently caressed the wrist chain nearest to her. So entranced was this witch that she had forgotten that Beast had plans of his own, faster then she could track the creature entangled her in the same chains that bound him. Pulling the woman tightly into his chest he used the magic that came from her to break open the shackles on his chains, leaving her to fight the chains that had been wound about her; entrapping her hands and feet so she wouldn't move. She began shrieking and spitting profane things to Beast and he merely gagged her with a torn piece of her own dress, shoving it down her throat to avoid even being bothered by her whimpering. He rolled his eyes in disgust, not bothering to clothe her naked form. Looking over to the captive human, Beast saw that he was indeed still alive. He quickly unbound the hunter. As soon as Beast touched the man, the trance seemed to weaken and the hunter came to, shaking his head he glanced about himself in confusion; shocked to find a terrifying looking animal had freed him. With that Beast turned around, attached another chain to the witch and promptly began dragging her back in the general direction of his castle. The hunter hurriedly put on his clothes and gathered his belongings, his eyes never left the creature that moved away from him. The beast moved on two hind legs like that of a man, and those piercing blue eyes had struck something deep within the man, he had to at least thank this creature. Hopefully it would understand the gesture of appreciation. He took a deep breath and raced after the departing form. "Wait... wait, please wait!" he called out. The thing paused, an ear flickered back in his direction. A visible heavy sigh emanated from the creature as the once captive man caught up to him. The hunter knelt in front of the creature, wide hazel eyes gleamed with utter fear and uncertainty, yet there he was, dumbfounded by the predator that he beheld. Trembling now at just how intimidating this creature was the man looked into Beast's icy gaze. "Do you speak?" Beast merely nodded once. His expression was grim and bored slightly, what did this man want with him? "Thank you. I am forever indebted to you, I will serve you, for I surely would have been dead within this very hour had you not come to my aid." the man babbled his offer, no matter how unnecessary. The creature's ears laid back against his head, as a cat would when angered, a deep growl came from deep within the beast's chest. The man cowered back a few steps yet stood his ground, determined to show his gratitude in some way. Beast seemingly ignored this man, and went along his way yet the human seemed fearless and relentless as he hurriedly pushed back in front of the creature. "Please, please sir! I will do anything, anything at all to show you my thanks to you." his words seemed sincere enough that Beast paused yet again. "Do you have an heir?" spoke the creature. His voice was so deep it shook the ground beneath the hunter's feet. "My young wife just gave birth to our second daughter, so no, I have no heir to carry on my name." replied the man. "Male heir would be better but a daughter will do." Beast said confidently. The blood drained from the hunter's face, this creature wanted one of his daughters! He stammered and fumbled with his hands. "Or were your words false?" countered Beast. "No, not at all... But one of my girls? Surely there is something else that I can give you." the hunter begged. "You will live to see your daughters come of age, and at that point the strongest one of the two will become mine. A life for a life, the world must always be kept in balance, this way there will not be an upset." muttered Beast. He then moved on his way, dragging the witch behind him. The man simply stood there, his heart falling into pieces, how would he tell his wife? Beast moved further into the dense woods, glancing back he saw the man break down in tears but to Beast it was a fair trade and so went on to cage his maker. My Beauty & The Beast Ch. 05 Belle woke the following morning in her massive new bedroom, alone. The silken covers were draped over her naked form and the sunlight flittered across her. Her mind recalled the previous nights evens, shuttering with feeling she sat up to gaze about the room. On the tea table sat a breakfast tray, gentle steam rose from the tea pot. Belle smiled to herself as she went to inspect what had been given her. Lifting the silver tray lid she discovered a bowl of what smelled of oats and honey. Bread, butter, and three little bowls of different jams! The smells caused her mouth to water and peak her sensitive tongue. She eagerly took a seat completely oblivious to her own nudity for the first time in her young life. Turning the tea cup over she used the cloth pads to pour the hot water into it, then she added the little bag of what looked like dried herbs to the hot water. Her nose detected the sweet earthy scent that the herbs produced as she watched them excrete their essence from within the cloth bag, darkening the water to a grassy green hue. Next she took the silver spoon and scooped a small bite of the warmed oats, raising to her lips she hesitated before putting into her mouth. A pleasant smile crossed her face as the new tastes hit her, she decided she liked this new meal so she eagerly ate it and sipped her cooling tea. It was only once she had finished that Belle was overcome by a sense of loneliness. In the mere day or two that she had been at Beast's home, the girl had come to like his presence, even for the basic need of companionship; simply being comforted at there being someone else nearby. She quickly grabbed a short slip to put on and made her way out of her room. The outer hallway was empty of any soul, so Belle shut her door and made her way down the staircase that was just to the right of her room. The stairs were long and carpeted beneath her bare feet as she tiptoed down. She noticed a small chandelier once she had reached the second small landing. From this vantage point she could just make out the ceiling of the third floor. A rounded archway presented itself as she finally came to the bottom of the staircase. Paintings of dragons and knights lined the massive walls on either side of her, landscapes of castles and battles waged as she continued her slow trek. There was so many things to look at that she hardly noticed which way she had turned once she had landed the marbled floors. The castle was cool in the early morning and a slight shiver coursed across Belle as she finally glanced forward greeted by a mass of radiant sunlight. The hall just in front of her was window panels on either side allowing for maximum bit of natural light, she squinted a bit as she wandered forward trying to see beyond the bright light. A makeshift door made of golden beaded strands that hung from the door frame blocked her sight. Suddenly Belle glanced to her right and noticed how far off the ground she was! She had just crossed a see-threw bridge that led to the second wing of the castle. She was at least three stories up and she saw nothing except the winding paths of a hanging garden below her. The outer walls of the different sections of the stone castle could be seen behind and to the sides of her. Belle inhaled deeply before she peeled back the golden beads, stepping through she gasped aloud. A completely glass dome swept upwards at least twenty feet high and in every direction was greenery and plant life. Sweet fragrances accosted Belle, she staggered a bit the once marble floors had turned to a soft sand beneath her feet lending a gentle turf as she caught herself on her palms. Raising her face she scanned the rounded room amazed at the beauty of the exotic plants inside the hot house. She had never seen so many different types of wildlife centered in a single place. It smelled wonderful and at every angle there was something new to see. Flashes of color popped from every which where and numerous hues of green filled her gaze. Belle stepped further into the room loving the velvety sands between her toes. As she walked she noticed that the path seemed to widen as it got closer to the center of the space. Brushing a large fern out of her eyesight Belle was shocked into stopping at what lay beyond the fern. The path did widen, into a large circle before adjoining again on the opposing side but lining the outer ring lay rose bushes of all types while at the center was a circular stone alter, at least eight feet tall. She stepped towards the stone alter to try and peak at what may lay atop it's surface. The top was at least the width of a small dining table. Belle wrinkled her forehead in frustration, what was at the top? She was too short to even begin to see over the edge, she gave a little hop in hopes to see; not even coming close to peering over. She looked about herself to see if anything might assist her in a stepping stone. After wandering around in the mass of leafy greens she came across a small ladder meant for pruning. Excitedly Belle moved it over to the alter and clamored to the top rung. Silvery white light lit her face as she came to see what lay atop the stone alter. A large crystal dome covered the most gorgeous single rose that Belle had ever seen. The rose seemed to drift just above the surface of the alter as if it had it's own wings. Crystal sparkles and silvery light was cast from itself. Transfixed Belle leaned over to get closer to the lovely thing, seemingly unaware of anything else surrounding her and oblivious to her own actions. The girl had unknowingly climbed onto the alter and had removed the crystal dome. Unable to look away Belle moved even closer to the rose, fascinated at it's raw almost dangerous beauty that seemed to beckon her closer still. Suddenly the desire to find out what this ornate creature felt like Belle's hand timidly began to reached for the outer petals of the flower. Her hand trembled with pure excitement as she just barely graced the nearest petal with the pads of her sensitive fingertips. "Belle." A dark fear shot through the girl and she snatched her hand away instantly, her ears and eyes shot upward in sudden fear, she searched out the voice. Franticly she glanced about herself having the trance sliced apart by whoever had said her name. Her green eyes focused on the big shadowy form that lay hidden just beyond the alter opposite the way she had entered the dome. Immediately she cowered; Beast. His feral gaze was locked on her as if she were a rabbit running scared. She had never feared her would-be host until this very moment. Her eyes spoke to her awoken fear and embarrassment at being caught. Belle couldn't move, every fiber of her body screamed at her to move yet she couldn't make her muscle react, she was frozen. Beast stepped from beneath the canopy of plants. For the first time Belle saw Beast, his massive body loomed over her. His eyes pierced her inner soul as he gazed down at her. His face was that of a wolf almost yet slightly wider then a bear's. His ears were curved at the tips and wide towards the base. Dark brown long fur surrounded every visible inch of the creature. His jaws settled neatly together, his lips were large and dark. Beast wore a silver and brown cloak with matching trousers and a long sleeved shirt. At nearly ten feet in height he towered over Belle, his form casting a shadow over her. Belle licked her lips unconsciously as her eyes flitted towards his groin, then instantly returned to his gaze. Those animal eyes held fire in them. "Belle." he said again, his voice washed over the girl and she visibly shivered at his mixed emotion in it. He seemed upset and yet his tone depicted nothing of it, but rather a firm questioning. She felt it so strongly deep within herself she didn't even let him ask the question. "I'm sorry. I was just... I mean, I." she stammered in an attempt to say something for her actions. His gaze didn't let up as she watched him, wide-eyed and trembling. "Put the rose dome back, please." his words were punctual and very firm. Belle reached for the little crystal dome and placed it back over the floating plant. When her hands lingered on it Beast promptly plucked her off of the alter and carried her out the other side of the garden dome. Belle blinked as the darker shadows of the inner castle drowned out the sunlit dome. Beast carried her into a sitting room and unceremoniously tossed her onto a large circle plush couch. "What did I do wrong?" she found her courage as she scrambled to her knees, only eye level with his lower mid section. "Nothing Belle." he turned away from her and seemed to ignore her questioning gaze entirely as he went over to a nearby table a retrieved something from it. Her cheeks flushed with frustration and embarrassment, she didn't appreciate being ignored one bit. Her brown tresses were tossed and wild like and her slip had come down some. She tried to adjust herself for modesty sake while his back was turned. "Leave it down." his voice was firm and direct, as if he expected her to obey at his leisure. It was an order. Instinct dictated that she disobey as Belle readjusted her clothing to hide her more intimate features. "So you like roses?" he asked, almost too casually. Belle tried to decipher what his motive may have been but her lack of experience told her nothing seemed amiss. "I do. But why is that one so special?" she asked. Beast turned to her a rose in his large paw, he held it as if his life depended on it, his gentleness shocked Belle once again as he gingerly cradled the flower between his claw-hooked fingers. Moving towards Belle, Beast offered the yellow rose to her. The girl took it, putting it to her nose she inhaled smelling the sweet aroma it gave. She glanced up at Beast seeing him take a seat in a large arm chair beside her. He braced his jaw against his laced fingers, seemingly in thought. Belle inched closer to him, perched at the edge of the circular couch. After what seemed like a long few moments, the girl glanced about the the room curiosity getting the better of her. The space was small compared to the rest of the castle, cozy and quaint. A bed sat near the outer window with a oakwood frame and cherry colored bed linens. A small hearth stood opposite the foot of the bed, the painting of monsters seemed rather out of place amongst such luxury. "What was that rose?" Belle finally burst, emotions and curiosity caused her to kneel at his feet, her eyes pleading for an answer. She sensed his tension at her closeness but he held her gaze. Dare he tell her? What if she knew of her own fate? It had to come naturally, not forced, he could not give into his dark primal desires; if he did again he would ruin her. With a heavy groan of frustration the girl brushed a few hairs out of her eyes, her agitation was so endearing to Beast. He was completely captivated by her, unable to break such a powerful fascination the creature merely stared at her. "If you won't answer that, then what happen yesterday in the dungeon? Who is that, that woman?" Belle asked boldly. "I can not tell you." his rumble made her loins ache. He couldn't have this much power over her, what was wrong with her. Beast wasn't even human, how could she be lusting after such a creature? A small smile crept across her face as a seemingly mischievous idea came to her, she moved closer in-between Beast's knees and laid her palms on his legs. Her eyes glanced up at his curiously, Beast simply eyed the young nymph carefully; caution flagged within his mind. That smile had seemed too natural, almost wicked. Her small warm hands smoothed up his inner legs, suggestion vibrated from her fingertips as she caressed Beast, he held perfectly still as she continued to move closer to his responding manhood. The sensation of his cock hardening made Beast moan, even her feather light fingertips on his legs made him want to throw her down and take her fully; yet he listened to his heart as it hammered within his powerful chest. He was allowing her to believe she had a working plan, as her fingers unlaced his trousers and pulled his length free. Her cheeks were flushed with color and she trembled beneath him as she sought to make him answer her questions, but he forced her to keep going with this little game that she had started with a confident strong gaze. Belle let out a moan of delight as she feathered her lips along his bulging length, Beast allowed her to press kisses into his hot flesh. She was just about to wrap her luscious lips about the head of his cock when he stirred. With no warning or kindness Beast yanked her head back, grasping hold of her long curls, thrusting her head back as he stood up in one single motion. She screamed in pain and surprise, strength radiated from the monster holding her. He was refusing her! "How dare you, you think I'm some pathetic beast that will do what you want with a flaunt of your female charms... or worse that weak flesh of a human man. How dare you attempt to seduce me!" his anger boiled as he moved her closer to him to look the wench right in the eyes. She shook like a leaf within his grasp, fear was palatable to the animal and it only enraged his arousal even more. He was mad that she would try and use him in such a way and yet she was too innocent to really understand what she was doing. Yet she had still tried to do it! Tears spilled out of her big evergreen eyes as he thrust her to the bed, she scrambled out of his reach. Belle's skin was flushed with color and her heart pounded inside her chest threatening to rip her open with fear. Beast stood over her, his erection still fully intact despite his sudden rush of frustration. Beast noticed her eyes on him and he glared at her. "Do you still want this?" he growled, stepping towards her. A shutter ran through the girl at his simple move, she nodded like a fool. It was then that her scent wafted to him and Beast stood there stunned. She couldn't be aroused by his harshness, could she? He was unschooled in such rough manners with the female species, he had been taught that women were to always be respected and treated gently. Yet it had been many years since he had felt a woman's warmth, much less been wrapped deep inside her moist core. Glaring at the young nymph Beast tucked his hard cock back into his trousers and laced himself up. "Beast I'm sorry, I just want to know." gasped the woman as he turned to leave her. "I'm not sure what's most painful Belle, the fact that you won't give me the time of day to get to know who you are, or rather that you think you can use sex to get your way with me. Both are rather harsh realities coming from a youth such as yourself, even one that is my honored guest. Guess it just shows how truly evil I am, to have your own self compromised due to merely being around me... I, I will do my best to keep my distance from now on if it means keeping you safe." Beast muttered mostly to himself but made sure she would hear him. Moist tears spilled out of her eyes as she lunged towards Beast in an effort to make contact with him, to cling to him, struck by his firm sincerity and the tenor of hurt laced within his words. Yet with a flourish of his majestic cloak the creature was there and then he vanished within a blink of an eye, Belle stood alone in the tower. His immense presence left her with a slight chill, and she straightened her night slip feeling lonely and foolish beyond compare. She slowly wondered down the set of spiral stairs that led back down to the second floor of the castle. She kept replaying Beast's words to herself, puzzled by his honesty as well as her own selfish nature. She had never been so forward and self-centered until she had arrived here; maybe it was all his fault. Even still as she made her way back to her room, she recognized that she knew exactly where she was headed to, Belle was becoming familiar with the layout of the inner castle. Belle certainly did not see Beast as evil nor did she think of him as such, yet after discovering that red eyed woman caged in his lower dungeon Belle had to possibly rethink that assumption. Belle entered her room and sat down at her tea table, thoughts running wild inside herself. If Beast was so evil, why would he not take her by force and cage her up like an animal? Instead he refuses her sexual advances meanwhile keeping secrets from her, explanations that may or may not mean anything to her. He had been kind and accommodating to her every wish, even up until she laid a hand on him sexually that very first time. A creature, a master of his own castle who was willing to put her wellbeing before himself. Belle shuttered at thoughts of how they had touched one another in his bedroom, goosebumps raised her skin and desire coiled within her lower belly. Why did this monster have this raw effect on her? What was he hiding? Why was she so important to him? Belle jumped startled at the savage roar that sounded through the castle... Beast! Beast was furious with everything, anger tore through his very being as he wrestled with all these fresh feelings and sensations. Stalking through the castle he growled low and menacing as his icy blue eyes sparked fire, he didn't just lust after the little waif that tormented him, she was so fragile and pretty to him. Harming her, even to satisfy his own carnal desires made his blood turn to ice, he refused to touch her or even be around this woman if his presence distorted her purity. Separation was Beast's only option, and yet the thought of not being able to merely look upon her made his heart ache terribly. In his former life as a young prince and King he had taken every opportunity to slake his every want and desire. As a ruler he was merely average, tending to his subjects needs as they come up but never going above and beyond the minimum requirements. His days were spent satisfying his own plans, for himself. The love of his kindly devoted mother had not even been enough to humble this once King. His selfishness and pride had ultimately been his undoing, and Rose had taken advantage of these pitfalls within him. He deserved to live forever as she had cursed him, happiness was not within his reach; it would never be his to take for his own. If only Annabelle knew the truth, if only she had known the deal that Beast had cut with her father so long ago... then she would hate him as well. Beast didn't want her lusty desires, he merely longed for her to flourish and her happiness to be complete, for her to have the things that her father couldn't ever have given her, as a farmer's daughter she was as such a mere commoner. True Beast had his heart set on her, but if she denied him her love then he would still care for her. Even from afar the Beast would make sure she was not for want. If only he were human, a man would be allowed to woo such a lady, to court her and please her every desire... cursed as he was Beast smashed his paw into the nearest wall at such thoughts. The wall gave way easily to his heavy hand, dust and marble shivered and cracked as it settled around him. The sudden outlet of force felt good to the monster and suddenly he was smashing and snarling at everything that was within his reach. Moving along he couldn't contain himself as his claws raked gashes in the walls while turning chairs and tables into giant splinters, hideous growls and roars came from him as Beast unleashed himself upon his own worldly possessions. Glowing blue eyes caught the glint of the rose garden and from within beat the pulsing glow of that cursed rose and he went for it, ripping through the hothouse dome as if he cared not for it's very existence... coming to a stand still once he was nearly upon that fateful single flower. He paused not for the sake of the plant but for the idiot that stood in front of him. Beast's roar rolled throughout the empty gloomy castle as he screamed his distaste for the woman that held onto his magical flower. Belle. My Beauty & The Beast Ch. 05 "Annabelle! Give it to me, now!" he roared again. Vibrating with intensity the creature instinctually went to all fours, his expression was that of a hunting wolf; those eyes never left her. Belle's green cloak billowed around her petite form, she clasped the rose to her chest as if to protect it from him, fireflies of light twinkled about her, swirling within her aura. The power of the rose cast a glow on her features that struck Beast still as she raised her eyes to stare into his gaze. At hearing Beast's roar of anger Belle had ran to sweep up the magical rose to protect it in case he had decided to crush the enchanted thing. He had caught her just as she had plucked the flower from it's alter. Beast moved towards her, intent of taking what was his, she merely blinked as he stalked closer. It shuttered within her hands and just then a single white petal broke and fluttered to the floor. "Please Beast, how do you know me?" she whispered. Her voice shook with feeling and grief, overwhelmed by her vast feelings for this creature she had wanted to see him one last time. "I made a deal with your father long ago once I rescued him from that witch that you found in my dungeon. That rose embodies my soul. Now give it to me please?" rumbled Beast. A tear rolled down the woman's cheek at this news. "You bought me? But why Beast? Why?" she asked desperately. "Because I am cursed little one, the witch Rose cursed me to be this forever. I will never love again, I am a hideous evil monster! I deserve no friend or any kindness. I thought if I could just have one sliver of what once was... that maybe..." his deep voice trailed off into a silent stare as if he didn't want to go on... "But now I see that my hopes are selfishness, you are too young and I am but a creature of darkness." he finished, rage dripping from his voice, just beneath the surface it boiled and churned... self-hate. "I need to go home... will you let me go?" shuttered Belle. A deep snort blew from Beast as he took a step back in shock, she would think to leave him? Though it only made sense with his hideous behavior. His rage turned to bitterness as his eyes lowered, shivering with raw emotion. Beast nodded. "Thank you, oh thank you Beast." she said as she offered up the magical flower... "Keep it." he muttered hideously as he turned away. He melted away into the darkness of his gloomy castle, the shadows engulfing his massive form. Without a second thought Belle went to the stables and saddled Molly. The moon was just on the ascension as she spurred the mare into a gallop homeward. As Molly picked her way through the dense thicket they both heard that of a mournful roar sound from the highest tower. Belle's heart ached at knowing the reason for the monster's sorrow, yet she did not turn back. "Belle where the hell have you been for the past three weeks?" laughed a group of girls as she went about tending the customers tables. The girls had once been her friends when she had been in school as a child, but now they seemed to judge and mock her as she went about her work. Pouring drinks and cleaning up dinner plates. Belle huffed loudly, brushing a wisp of curl out of her gaze she turned to address the question. "I went to visit a relative that lives a few miles away." she lied. "That's not what I heard, but the fact that you weren't even present at your own father's funeral must prove that the rumors are true. What we cant' figure out is why you are here?" snickered the table of five young women. Belle moved towards the table. "What rumor?" "What rumor! The one where you ran away with John and got married." the girls burst out laughing with gleeful vengeance. "On who's word?" snapped Belle. "We overheard your eldest sister rattling away in the general store a couple weeks back." informed one of the blond doll's. "Well, tell her that she can eat her own lie, I was no where near that bastard of a man, obviously, or why would I be here... working for a wage." pointed out Belle as she swooped up their empty drink cups and easily refilled them. Then she went about her business as new local customers entered the tavern. She had only been back in town for a couple days and had managed to talk herself into working for one of the local tavern's as a server. Consequently she also rented a single room on the upper floor of the business. Teresa came into the tavern, naturally surrounded by a small group of men, she was Belle's replacement for the evening. Her lush blond hair seemed to glow which only added to her porcelain beauty, deep brown eyes with long wispy lashes complimented the woman as she removed her sapphire cloak. "Belle, oh goodness me aren't we busy tonight, eh?" smiled Teresa as she cheerfully moved to greet Belle. The two women got along fairly well, of the two, the blond was the bigger flirt but they had formed a decent friendship since Belle had come back. Belle smiled gently as she handed Teresa her apron. "Yes we are rather busy for a Thursday night, no matter. Join me over yonder after your shift ends?" smirked Belle. Teresa rolled her eyes, "Why not stay and socialize here? The Black Horse is so seedy and dark, full of equally dark characters. Mere passerby's in this town." commented the blond as she quickly tied on the apron. "Because I earn more over there than even tending tables here, besides it's, uh... a thrill." Belle gushed eagerly, a dark murmur touched her voice at mention of her second job. "Yeah but you don't get to keep your dignity either, especially wearing those stupid costumes you call clothes." snickered Teresa as she pulled up her hair, twisting it on top of her head. "Whatever, I'll see you later tonight okay." Belle brushed her friend's silent judgments away as she put on her cloak and left. The streets were nearly empty save for the open taverns and the gentlemen's clubs, the moon was bright, high in the evening darkness it shone down on Belle as she moved a few blocks down to the local men's lounge called Black Horse. A metal sign depicting a rearing stallion spoke to it's given name as she pushed open the heavy oak door. A crowded room echoed with whistles of acknowledgment once she had shut the door behind her, she was the newest bar tender in the establishment but she had quickly established herself as recognizable. She enjoyed the attention of all the numerous men, but never would she consider taking any of them to her bed. Dabbling in the sinful atmosphere was about all her heart could take, she had had countless offers as soon as she stepped behind the bar counter, but each had been kindly turned down; in favor of a stiff drink. None of the men dared grope the young woman as she moved through the crowd towards the dressing room, they had come to respect her established boundaries. Though their wondering eyes spoke to all that each would give to have a single taste. "What are the colors?" asked Belle as she stepped into the all female dressing room. The girls were dressed in their dancing outfits, full of ruffles and pretty medallion embellishments. Detailed belts and glorious hair jewelry dotted each of the 8 women in their own right. Belle liked to dress up with the performers to show good spirit, it typically got her more tips as well. "Gold and turquoise tonight." answered Cassie. Belle disappeared into any good woman's dream of a massive walk-in closet bulging with countless gowns, skirts, cloaks, hair pieces, makeup and jewelry. She heard her boss enter the outer dresser room to speak to the performers and the musicians. Belle put on a one piece corset with a knee-high ruffled skirt with heels and gold leg warmers. A dark blue diamond head band held her brunette curls from getting into her eyes. Belle came out just as the troupe of women went out to start their nightly performance. "Oh good Annabelle you are here tonight, you look beautiful. Several of our regulars have been asking for you by name." Carl mentioned once she turned to him. The older gentleman was a fair man but firm, he liked things to go his way. "Anything else I need to know for tonight?" Belle asked, eyebrow raised expectantly. "No, although the word is that John has shown back up in town." Carl said. "Okay, thanks for the warning." Belle said then moved out onto the floor, she made her way back towards the large oakwood bar. Kenneth Brown, the main day time bar keep let her in. "And how is ye lass?" his old burr coming through slightly, his kind hazel eyes sparkled as she glanced up at him and blushed slightly. He always had a kind manner about him that didn't fit the role he played in the tavern. The place was packed as the night went on, Belle made polite conversation with her frequent customers, turning down any advances that were put her way. Over all the night went well as 3 in the morning rolled around and she was wiping down the long polished counter top. She had her back turned while washing the glassware and polishing the giant mirror. "So this is where they told me to find you." a wicked voice brought her eyes up, she looked at him through the reflection of the mirror. Broad shoulders, tall and devilishly handsome, long dark locks were loosely tied back with a simple ribbon of leather; deep hazel eyes stared her down. Belle's cheeks flushed as she turned to face John. The man took a seat as if he ought to own the space, leaning in he sought her eyes. "Don't you recognize me Annabelle?" he whispered as those emerald eyes flickered upward. Sighing heavily the young woman cleared her throat, a soft chuckle escaping. "John, I would know you even in a crowd of strangers. What can I get you?" she said easily, moving to get him a fresh glass from behind the counter. Her reputation as a good server wouldn't be tarnished by a single man, even if he did send nervous fear through her. "A pint of ale if you have it, and a warm bed to share." his voice muttered gently as if he figured he already knew she'd say yes. Belle raised her chin as she glared spitefully at his bold assumption. Her motion became slow but deliberate as she displayed her obvious disapproval. She rather forcibly set the mug of ale down, sliding it to him from a few feet away. Resting her elbows on the countertop she tilted her face towards the man as he took a drink, his gaze never left her. "There's no reason to be rude." she chuckled, her eyes darted about the room, wishing her boss would show up, he usually closed the place himself as the remaining few patrons finished their drinks and paid their coin. "How am I being rude?" John returned hotly. "Because you made an offer in the first place." a gruff voice sounded from just behind the man. John's gaze whipped about to find the owner of the establishment standing just behind him. "I'm sorry if I offended you, my apologies sir. Annabelle is an old acquaintance of mine, I did not realize you two were familiar with one another." commented John. "You didn't offend me, Belle is a good server as she prefers it and it will stay as such." answered Carl briskly. He glanced at Belle who gave a little nod of silent thanks for his timely arrival. Carl traded places with Belle, he was handing her nightly pay as she began moving towards the dressing room in the back. "Well, now that you are off from work, why don't you sit and have a drink with me." John smiled, eager intent plain as the stupid grin. "Sorry, but I have to get some sleep tonight." Belle winked, twirling once she skipped to the back to change into her own dress. All his efforts dashed John's mood soured as she disappeared then reappeared merely to taunt him. Quickly he found his courage again, stood as she passed by. He was at the tavern door opening it for the young beauty. Courtesy demanded that she thank him and at least be nice towards his genuine gesture as a gentleman. "Let me walk you to your door." he offered as they both stepped out into the early morning air, the stars still twinkled in the waning night sky. Belle rolled her eyes, sending up a silent prayer for help. "Well it's really not so far, I can manage." she attempted to escape the man, yet he kept up with her as she made her way back to the other tavern. "This is where you live?" coughed John as she began to open the door. Teresa snapped the door from her, "Sorry sir we have been closed for over an hour now, come earlier tomorrow night." she said firmly to the advances of the stranger as she allowed Belle entrance yet closed the door on the gentleman that pursued her friend. "Yes, well have a good..." Teresa snapped the door closed tightly before the man could finish his gloating gesture of good will. "Who was that?" Teresa gasped, she was in her night robe holding a midnight candle. "John, my eldest sister's lover. He's been after me since he got bored with my sibling." Belle admitted as she went behind the bar to pour herself a drink. "Really, what does he want with you now? I mean you have only just gotten back. Shouldn't he be with her?" said Teresa as she took a casual seat opposite Belle. "God willing, I'd hope so." snickered Belle as she took her few sips of liquor. The sweetened poison eased her aching muscles and relaxed her mind as she and her new friend chatted. Teresa talked on and on about how crazy busy it got after Belle had left, describing all the strangers that came in or a brawl that broke out. They giggled their way up the staircase and said their goodnights to one another, leaving each other to their respective rooms. Belle locked her door behind her, moving towards her bed she lit a candle. There on her bedside table sat the magical rose that Beast had given to her, had it only been four days since she had told him she was leaving? It felt as if a lifetime had merely slipped past the young woman as she sank into her mattress. So far living normally once again didn't feel right to her, it felt as if she were out of place. And if she allowed herself to think on Beast it was only in the privacy of her own bedroom. The rose was an enchanted reminder of this other life that had captivated her. Sadly the rose had begun to loose one of it's petals each day since she had left Beast's castle; why she did not know as it seemed to grow dim and gloomy all it's own. Belle shuttered uncontrollably and she found herself crying as she stared at the little flower. The girl missed him as if she had would die if he were no longer alive, the thought of this monster not existing in her life seemed beyond frightening. Her chest heaved within itself as deep tears burst from somewhere inside her. Why only now did she realize her feelings for this creature? Belle curled up into her bed, pulled the covers over herself and shook violently with fits of sorrow. My Beauty & The Beast Ch. 06 Author's Note: Thanks for your continued patience, enjoy. -EgyptsGoddess ***** Whispers echoed about the erie halls of the darkened halls, haunting expressions and easy chatter fluttered within the emptiness of the immense castle. The servants went on with their work while those that had been struck by the curse hardest moved as only ghosts can. Frightening maids and causing endless mischief for the handymen. Cool breezes brushed past children's cheeks as they played and explored. The inner heartbeat of the castle was never more bleak than once she had left it so suddenly. The maids shushed their little babes and youth if her name was even whispered as a mere question. Beast had locked himself in the highest tower, the original throne room. He took no food or drink yet still his faithful servants tried to care for him; while his ghosts spent endless time with him. You should forgive her master, she is very young. A former butler cooed to his monstrous employer, the phantom was that of a wispy nature. His voice was high pitched and always loud a quality that had carried over once he had been taken by the curse. Ah! But how could he? She gave him no reason to trust her, did she. And yet she took the rose, it must mean something, no? purred a silvery striped feline, her sharp yellow gaze flickered towards the Master as he sat in his former throne. He had sat there for days, seemingly immobile and content to be left to himself; he readily refused any attempts to breach the bolted door. The dainty french born feline took a musing seat on her lithe haunches to bathe her front paws. Her ears twitched and tweaked at the slightest noise as she tended to her daily routine. She and the butler had been the first amongst the few serving within the castle to fall ill after Beast had been created. They suffered with flu-like symptoms for two weeks before they were reduced to their present state. Locked in the forms of domestic beasts or that of a phantom species. At Belle's arrival Master had pleaded with them to keep their distance, so as to allow her time to adjust and possible a desire to stay without being more frightened than she had already been at Beast's mere presence. Yet now that she had run off, they eagerly surrounded their keeper and employer, offering advice and soothing him as best they were able, Beast was not to be trifled with in this state. They had learned early on in their endless state to leave him alone for fear of what his temper would evoke. Belle did so much good for him though, I've never seen that spark in his eyes before, he fixed east wing dungeon finally. He was improving, if only she hadn't let her curiosity land her in those sticky situations. Remind me why he keeps that bitch in the south dungeon? A snort came from the great dane who padded just a few feet off from the cat. As humans the form maid and the house manager had gotten along wonderfully, yet their domestic natures as animals determined that they keep safe distance lest they begin a crazy game of tag that lasted until they broke most things within their chase. The giant dog stood majestically, his deep brown eyes glanced towards the little perky kitty longingly, he missed kissing those precious lips. A weighty huff sounded from his position and her head snapped up in his direction. Matthew James! Don't say such things. Master has his own reasons... Though I must agree, he needs to rid this place of her. Scolded the cat but her eyes sparked ferocity at thoughts of the witch that was kept so near. A soft purr told the Dane that she wasn't too upset with his opinions. Hush you two, it's obvious they both have shortcomings and need to see through them to reach each other. A motherly tone came from a large ornate clothing trunk, she was sitting against the far wall, her intricate hinges and detailed etchings seemed dimmed from lack of use but it was her strong determined voice that spoke to the former castle designer's opinionated nature. She had taken care of any tiny aspect regarding the interior looks of the palace before the kingdom was attacked then turned into a ghost town. Beast stirred at the sound of her tone, an audible growl sounded from his still form. The creature felt every petal that fell from that rose which Belle held, and every day that past his hopes of her return grew more and more dim, his heart ached as yet another petal fluttered to the floor. Gloom, heartache, and remorse hung like perfume around the Beast. What would happen if the flower lost all it's petals? This thought caused his regal terrifying gaze to raise, those bright eyes darted about as if on high alert, what would happen to him? A visible shiver coursed through the animal as he made a move to stand upright. Dull aches racked the mighty creature as his joints popped while his muscle complained from lack of use. His ears flickered, swiveling about as if awaking from a long nap. Five o'clock shadow was a gross understatement as the creature's once silken well kept fur rustled with dirt and weighed an extra thirty pounds with length. His face was nearly a matte of disheveled length, only his eyes were visible. Six days with no type of care would do such things to a critter. Master, please... allow us to assist you. Let's get you tidied up, shall we? The noble Dane moved nearer to the creature, pure devotion and love emanated from his large eyes. Beast grimaced as he dared a glance into a broken mirror to his left, he hadn't realized his pitiful behavior had taken such a hold on him. He steeled his muscles from flinging the tiny cat the instant he felt her wiggle lovingly around his massive paws, any physical contact felt odd and painful to Beast, but she was merely trying to display comfort. Her purring grew even louder as he nodded in response to the great dane's offer. With a flurry of hasty commotion, his tenants scurried about gathering odds and ends while the great dane escorted Beast down from the tower towards his bed chambers. His inner spirits seemed to lift some as he allowed himself to let others in. Once in his bed chambers he dutifully went into the giant glamorous washroom. Other ghostly beings grabbed combs to begin the process of combing out the knots, tangles, and dirt clinging in his body full of fur. The tub turned itself on, filling with steaming water, while soap and scents swirled into the stream. Meanwhile Beast's thoughts raced and churned as they pinched and stung him with the combs detangle work. "Matthew, what should I do?" Beast's gaze landed on the dog, eyes pleading for answers. Clots of grime and filth fell to the marble floor around his feet, body oils and multiple hair knots came undone. All in all Beast looked so wild and frazzled it caused a little giggle from some of the younger phantoms that tended to him. Matthew promptly took a steady seat on his mighty haunches and looked the beast straight in the eyes. As a Beast or as a man? he questioned severely. "What ever do you mean? I am a hideous animal, surrounded by ghosts and beasts, living in a decrepit excuse of a castle gloom. What else could I be!" Beast snarled pitifully, the great dane had struck an already trembling nerve. He noticed the dog's breathing quicken yet the animal sat firmly, his head tilted in a most quizzical expression lit his shapely face. Matthew sighed heavily then he inhaled deeply, steadying himself for a near dangerous reaction to what he said next; You can be a King once more, body, mind and soul... Majesty. At this Beast roared savagely throwing himself at the dog, big and menacing, raw strength and terror emanated from Beast as he nearly crushed the giant dog into the hard marble floor yet the dog muscled every ounce of strength and shoved back, a hideous growl sounded from the bathroom echoing through the massive castle. Matthew shoved the beast back snarling just as effectively, his rebellious act landed Beast tumbling back and into the hot bath water. Matthew stood bracing on all fours snapping his teeth viciously as Beast came to a sloshy stop in the tub, a look a pure shock on his face. The great Dane moved forward to peer closely into Beast's untamed eyes, his features softening as he neared. Trembling in his own paws was not like him, yet Matthew had muster all his courage to confront his liege. An irritated huff sounded from the Dane. I'm tired of this attitude from you Sire... it's just not becoming of such a nobel as yourself. You deserve to put Your past behind you and look to the future... what if she is the one? Instead you do nothing, I'd rather have you stark raving mad before this sulky mood came upon your Majesty. I have done as you commanded always, even after the curse had taken hold of even myself... this is your house Sire. Own it. Matthew took a few cautious steps back in case he needed to defend himself once more yet Beast merely sat in the water which was rapidly turning a muddy discolor. His expression was still, unmoving when suddenly he moved to stand up in the tub and Matthew stepped back further lowering his head in submission a look of apology scrunched his face; a whimpering plea just barely audible. "Thank you my truest of friend's, Matthew. I have decided what to do next, bring me my huntsman attire." Beast voice was firm but gentle as he took up a scrub brush to start working the filth from his furry hide. The night was cool filled with fog as Beast moved, confidence radiated from him, deep seeded purpose filled his large steps. A thrill ran through his muscled form. Matthew and the rest of the hounds trailed almost silently behind their Master. As the castle manager, Matthew had not let the King's prized hounds go unattended, he trained, bred and cared for the dogs even as he did for himself in his current state. Three generations of great Dane's, greyhounds and a set of beagles had past through the castle while time had past so slowly. At his flank's Matthew had the very best of his pack, two greyhounds and a beagle. Beast suddenly stopped and crouched low. Matthew panted with eagerness as did the rest, they had let her go making the greyhounds whine and shriek with undeniable delight. From the dungeon the Master had given that witch a good night's head start. Not worried about how far she might get. They had all gotten up eagerly at dawn to begin this long awaited hunt. Seemingly too easy, and yet she had been Beast's prisoner for nearly 15 years, why would it be difficult? A wild smirk coiled across Beast's razor sharp fangs as he smelled the putrid acid that a witch gives off, she was trudging across the stretch of marsh lands that were somewhat frozen due to the cooler weather. "Release the beagles Matthew." directed Beast and in mere moments those eager noise makers announced their presence to the wicked creature as they sped off towards her, howling their loudest calls. Beast watched her scream in fright and attempt to outrun the beagles, which she did as she propelled herself magically across the sloppy cold marsh. Her head whipped in Beast's direction as he moved out from beneath the underbrush, making sure she saw him indicate the release of all his hunters, a mass of hot excited hounds shrieking and growling their enthusiasm as they charged their prey, mere paces behind her especially once the greyhounds found their footing on slippery grounds. Snapping and snarling they drove her even faster as she churned in frantic racing efforts to somehow get to more solid turf. Beast simply watched his hounds have a go while Matthew sat patiently at his side. "Stay Matthew." came Beast firmly as he started after the pursuing hunters, a glorious sight of terror as the massive creature joined his dogs and asserted himself at the front of the fray. Suddenly the witch fumbled, tripping over her own feet once she chanced a glance behind herself to see Beast was nearly atop her. Tumbling recklessly her lithe body crashed into the muddy moss, flipping and tangled she hissed and cried her fear. Struggling to gain her footing as Beast tackled her, pinning her beneath himself he let the hate roll of him. "Please Master, I can turn you back!" squealed Rose, her feminine charms peaking past her fear lit gaze. The evil licking close behind those humane eyes as she looked him full in the face. "Why would I let you do that?" muttered Beast, he pushed his face towards her's eyeing her. "I beg for my life Sire, please I never attempted to escape once you had me locked up, let me change you back." her voice turned silky and near heavenly in her masked state. "What a fool you are Rose, a life for a life remember, I care not if I ever see my own face again, so long as you can never do any more harm. Now it's been too long, please die." Beast whispered huskily into her face, as if he were her lover; deeply engrossed in the female of his fantasies. Her hideous eyes flashed as she fought into action, snapping her powerful jaws up at his exposed face. A mere snort came from Beast as he withdrew a few inches only to eagerly tear off her face with his own massive jaws. A strangled cry came from Rose as her features were botched, her body wiggled and writhed beneath Beast as he unleashed his inner animal. The baying of his hounds drew his head up, dripping gore and blood smattered his face and chest, those piercing eyes glowed beneath the mass of hideous mess. The witch was finally dead, her entire upper half had been shredded by the shuttering creature above her lifeless form. Beast moved off of her, glancing back he stifled a reckless monstrous chuckle; she looked rather funny without a head or neck. Once he had moved away from his kill, Beast's hounds moved in to finish the job as he started a slow pace back towards his castle. The hounds went wild in a bloodlust frenzy as they eagerly tore what remained of the witch into bloody chunks of flesh and broken bone.