8 comments/ 14062 views/ 9 favorites The Beast Inside Me Ch. 01 By: CharlotteBleu "That will be four dollars and fifty cents." Sasha brushed her dark hair out of her face and reached out to take the money from the patron. Every time Sasha got a new customer she would look them up and down and immediately make a judgment as to what kind of customer they would be. Sweaty and breathy meant there was no time for small talk. Designer clothing and a good dye job meant the world had to come to halt for his or her needs. Then there were the few oddballs, the kind of people you don't really expect to see in Merry Mary's Muffins Pastry Shop. For instance, there was a woman would wear her headphones with the sound turned all the way up and she always wore and inexplicable windbreaker, despite it being either too hot to be tolerable, or insufficient against the cold wind. Her name was Mary Beth and she would peruse the display before, inevitably, ordering only a small coffee. Then there was Bruce, who was always on his phone, openly discussing with one mistress or another how he was planning on leaving his wife. To Sasha's knowledge, Bruce was not married, and was rotating approximately five would-be mistresses. Sasha handed Lenny, a older blonde and lanky regular who always ordered a blueberry crumble muffin and a black coffee with a dollop of foam, his order. He flashed her his usually half smile; of course this was in conjunction with the quick glance at her breasts. After two years of seeing Lenny do this, Sasha was actually wondering why he doesn't she openly gawk like she suspected he wanted. When Lenny left the shop was empty, save for Alex in the back. Sasha felt grateful that closing the shop was going to be easy that night. Trying to close while dealing with a long line of customers who don't what they want was a nightmare. Sasha drew a deep breath and reached for the keys to lock the front door from behind the register. She walked over the front door and locked the deadbolt. She looked up the glass and studied her faint reflection. Overall, she felt happy with her looks. She had an olive skin tone, which was nice and even. Though she not the thinnest woman in the world, she was by no means overweight. She had a soft elegance about her - her almond shaped eyes fit well with her pouty lips, the arch of her waist met smoothly with the curve of her hips creating and hourglass figure. Though Sasha would have given anything to be a bit taller, standing at 5'1 made reaching things on the shelves difficult and made it hard to be taken seriously. She began to collect the trash and dishes not picked up in the last sweep. Alex, her friend whom had gotten her this job, was working in the back scrapping out plates and throwing away unsold pastries. The policy was two days, and it had to go. "Hey Sash, would you mind bringing me the trays in the display cases? I think those scones have seen better days." Alex called from the back kitchen. Sasha gathered two trays, all she could hold, and walked through the double doors. Alex had taken off his work polo, and was wearing and undershirt. Sasha could never understand how Alex could have such a toned and tanned body despite being the laziness son of bitch she had ever met. He worked the bare minimum, and when he got home all he did was smoke pot and, well, that was it. With his dark blonde hair, brilliantly hazel eyes and beautiful body made him almost unreasonably attractive. Their coworkers all found it extremely odd that Sasha had never slept with him. Sasha did, too, in fact. Alex looked at Sasha with irritation when he saw at her bounty of two trays. "God damn it, I forgot you're a munchkin who can't carry jack's worth of shit. You stay here and bag all of this, I will bring back the trays or else we'll be until midnight." "It's only five-thirty smart ass." Sasha sniped back. "My point exactly!" Alex quipped. "Screw you!" Alex raised an eyebrow as if to say "yeah?" Sasha turned away and felt her face get hot. The real reason she had never slept with Alex was because she was too intimidated. What if she was bad at it? What if he saw her naked body and immediately decided he could do better? She was no virgin, but damn if he didn't make her feel like one. Sasha turned back to face Alex but he had already gone through the double doors, back into the shop front. Another shot lost. Feeling slightly defeated by her own sheepishness, Sasha turned to bag all of the old pastries when she heard a terrible cry and crash come from the front. It was Alex's voice. The scream sent an immediate chill through Sasha's body. She ran as fast as she could through double doors and surveyed the scene. There was a spurt of blood on the front display case near the cash register and a pool of blood slowly oozing from behind the counter. Sasha ran over, not knowing what she would find. As she made her way around the corner of the counter, she slipped and fell sideways into the large pool of blood that had collected around Alex's body. As she struggled to become grounded in the warm and slippery horrific mess, she crawled over to Alex who was attempting gasp for air, but could only manage gurgle through a large gaping rip in his neck. Sasha grabbed him and pulled him up to her lap. Hot tears and sharp gasps washed over Sasha as she struggled to make sense of the tragedy that was unfolding. A moment ago she was closing the store and grateful for the quiet. Now she was holding on to her friend who was drowning in his own blood. "Who did this to you? What happened?" Sasha cried. Alex could offer no answers. All of sudden he was no longer moving, his skin blue and pale, coated in his own blood. Sasha looked at Alex's face and realized that whatever did this to him was still in the shop. She had to leave quickly. She crawled out from behind the counter and scanned the room. The double doors were swaying. The silence was overwhelmingly eerie. She stood up quickly and made a mad dash for the keys that were on the counter. She bolted for the front door and was struck by a force so quick and powerful she was already sliding across the floor before she knew what happened. She dove underneath a stable and hid. She knew she could not escape. She hadn't even seen what had struck her. She looked out into shop front. There was nothing. Only her bloodily footsteps leading to the door and the streak of blood caused by her fall. Before Sasha could wrap her mind around what all was happening, the table top was ripped away from above her. All she could make out was a pair of bright yellow eyes before she was grabbed and thrown across the room with such force that she cleared the register and three dining tables before slamming in a heap on the other side of the shop against the opposite wall. Before she could let loose a scream the creature was on top of her, holding her neck so tight she she had instant tunnel vision. She raised her hand to fend off the attack, and felt, to her horror, coarse fur. Then there was nothing. When Sasha awoke, she wasn't entirely certain she was still alive. She drew a deliberate breath. Her chest hurt. She surveyed her body - it ached. Pain isn't something you feel when you're dead, right? She opened her eyes wider to look down at herself. She was covered in bruises and a few cuts, but she was otherwise intact. Her clothes were different. She was wearing a black silk nightgown. A bit too big for her small frame. Her nipples showed slightly due to the deep neckline. She then looked at the room. It was furnished kind of like a New York loft. It was big and open, the walls a deep matte red. Except one wall, it was a glossy blue. All of the read walls had paintings, various nudes and others that didn't seems to be anything at all; just colors fighting each other. On the blue stood a tall mirror. There were shelves that held blankets, towels and various articles of clothing next to a long bench table on the other side of the room. The bed she was on was large and luxurious, like those she had seen in the period-dramas she had loved so much. Sasha stood up quickly. Though first she was in awe of the fact that she was alive, panic rushed over her as she realized that not only was alive, but alive and in a large room which she had never seen before, owned by God-knows-who and there for God-knows-what. What was most chilling, was that this room had no visible door. "I am very sorry about your friend." A deep voice called from behind her. Sasha jumped at the voice, and was terrified when she saw whom it belonged to. He stood at 6'0, had golden skin, slick dark black hair and had the body of Greek statue and completely naked as such. Normally Sasha would have found this attractive, however the blood red irises of his eyes and horn like bones that ran down the length of his back made him look down right frightening. He inched closer towards her, his movement fluid and most decidedly non-human. No human could ever move with such grace. She felt at once captivated and frightened by his presence. "My pet, Nanouk got out from this in-between. He's fairly harmless on this plane, but in yours he's quite vicious. I think your people have created the lycan myth surround his kind. Luckily I was able to catch him fairly quickly, but he had already killed your friend. I decided to bring you back here, to make sure you healed properly. You would have died on your plane. Nanouk is deadly to your kind." The man-beast walked closer towards Sasha. She took another step back before she fell back onto the bed. Within the blink of an eye, he was next to her. He placed his hand on her leg. "You need not worry. On this plane you are safe. You won't change. You won't die." He looked her up and down with pity. "Amazing what fragile creatures you humans are." Sasha pushed away from him, but he had a firm grip on her leg. "What are you talking about? Where am I? Who are you?" Sasha screamed. She felt like she sounded like a bad caricature of a kidnapping victim. But all of this was so bizarre, she couldn't think of anything else to say. "All in time, dear. My name is Braxon and you will be staying here for a while." He pulled her closer to him effortlessly. He ran his hand up her leg until he got to her pussy. Unsurprisingly, he didn't seem to think she required underwear. "Get away from me!" Sasha yelled. Even after Alex was killed and she was attacked by an unknown beast, only to result in being taken to another realm and held captive by a creature of unknown species, it never crossed Sasha's mind that she could become a sexual toy. The look on Braxon's face told her everything she needed to know, he was going to use her in any way he saw fit. He pushed his weight on top of her body and she was powerless to stop him. "You human women are so soft, so breakable." He breathed into her ear. She could feel his hard muscles pushing against her body. His skin was impossibly smooth, soft yet with hard definition. He raised her hands above her head and pinned it with one of his powerful hands. He used his free hand to explore her small body, dwarfed even more by his massive frame. With the tips of his fingers he traced small lines down her body, beginning at her neck and slowly dragging down to her nipple. He pinched it, sending a wave of pain, fear and pleasure through Sasha's body. He rubbed his hand slowly on her belly and then began to kiss her neck. "You are definitely the most beautiful of your kind that I have brought here. The problem is usually because you all speak too much. Cry too much. Your kind never appreciates all of the good all the good I do. The pleasure I can give. You, I think, will be different." He ran his hand down to her pussy again, gently rubbing her lit. He turned his face towards hers; fear and tears washed over Sasha as she accepted the inescapability of her situation. If she didn't do what he asked she knew she would end up like ever other weak human Braxon had brought back to where ever this place was. She knew she would die. She was terrified - she just wanted all of this to end. Before she could think any more Braxon made two swift and effortless movements to remove her dress; so fast she didn't even realize she was disrobed before she felt his body pressed against her naked flesh. Once her clothes were removed Braxon showed less restraint. He pawed all over her body - licking and kissing her neck, sucking on her nipples firmly, making his was down to her slit, tonguing down her sweet juices. His tongue was long and strong. Had Sasha not be overcome with fear and panic she would have enjoyed it, but this unwanted violation made her feel used and disposable. She let out a little whimper, and tried in vain to close her legs. For the first time, she saw a flash over anger across Braxon's face. His blood red eyes literally glowed with rage. "What is your concern? I am trying to make you feel good, I can take this from you the hard way, if you want to end up like the other worthless humans who have failed to leave this place." Braxon grabbed Sasha by her hair and threw her to the floor. She fell hard, and got up and tried to scramble away. But there was no door, so Sasha tried to run to take cover under the long bench table at the far side of the room. With unfathomable speed Braxon was in front of her and grabbed her by the neck. Sasha struggled for air, using her weak and already bruised arms to try to fend of the beast. He gave her a slap that sent her flying a few feet to the ground, where she left out a weak scream as the wind was knock out of her. Crying, Sasha tried to get up again in vain; Braxon had her again, and with one swift rush she was back on the bed, this time face down. "I can forgive you, I know you are only scared." He whispered softly. "But don't try that again, or I might not be able to help myself. Sasha cried harder into the pillow and he resumed running his hands down her body. He shoved one of his massive fingers into her pussy. "You have not been touched by many I take it. You're still wonderfully tight. It's ok that you are dry, I will take care of that." With that Braxon spit on her pussy, lubricating the inside with the movement of his finger. She could feel his smooth naked body shudder with pleasure and his massive cock rub against the back f her legs. "I think you're ready enough." He said before removed his finger and began to push his cock into her pussy. There was resistance - her small supple body had never taken a prick so big. The pain reminded Sasha of her first time getting fucked, but it was more severe. She cried out. "Please, no! I would do anything you want please just don't hurt me. I want to go home." "Shut up! I've already told you, you simple creature, that will not be happening!" The rage in his voice make Sasha cry harder. He pushed her face so hard into the pillow she thought she would suffocate. He pushed harder into Sasha until he was inside. Her scream was muffled by the pillow. He worked his cock in and out of her opening, and if felt like he was pushing harder and faster with each movement. "Don't worry," he said between breathy gasps of pleasure, "I know I could hurt you, but I will be gentle." Nothing felt gentle about the way he fucking Sasha. he moved faster, faster than she had even been screwed. She cried more into the pillow. She felt all at once terror, pain and pleasure. She couldn't help but struggle, Braxon hardly noticed her feeble attempts to fight back as he moaned and fucked her hard. "You are by far the tightest and sweetest human I have ever brought here. Your pussy is amazing. You feel so good!" Braxon's back arched with increased effort. He momentarily leg go of Sasha head. She popped her head back up, drew in a deep breath and screamed. "Please someone help me!" Braxon pulled her cock out of her and flipped her back onto her back. He place one his his huge hands over her mouth and the other one grabbed her tit firmly. "I am all the help you will need, you insect." He growled. He shoved his cock into her again. He put his mouth to her neck and bit down. He worked her pussy furiously and gracefully. Every stroke was deliberate and fluid. He traced his tongue down to her nipple and fucked her harder and faster. Hot tears still flowed from Sasha's eyes. He uncovered her mouth. This time Sasha did not yell - she was afraid of what would happen if she did. She gasp for air and he pinned her arms down and fucked her the hardest he had yet. Pleasure, though unwanted and not understandable, swelled in Sasha's body. She relaxed a little bit; when she did his eyes stopped glowing with anger. He worked her pussy faster and harder, panting harder and harder with each push. She felt hot liquid shoot inside her and he collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. "You - were - amazing." He panted between gasps. Braxon got up from the bed. He did not seem very much interested in Sasha anymore, instead when to the wall to study one of the nude paintings hanging from the wall. He turned to Sasha. "You were the best human I have ever had. Don't worry, you will get used to me and soon you will want me to fuck. You will beg me to fuck you. Like her." He pointed to the painting of a blonde nude woman. "I don't think, however, you will end up like her." End up like her? What did that even mean? What happened to all of the humans Braxon had brought back. Braxon went to a shelf and grabbed an overly ornate towel. He walked over and handed it to Sasha. "Here, clean yourself off. You will be able to bathe soon, but for now you should rest. I will make sure you are fed. And with that Braxon began to walk away. With a flash of light, a puff of smoke and crack similar to that of whip he vanished. Sasha took the towel and rubbed all of his juices off of her. The tears began to dry on her face. She had not idea what to think or how to feel. She just knew she would not be leaving any time soon - if ever. The Beast Inside Me Ch. 02 Sasha had absolutely no idea how long she had been in the mysterious room she had been brought to after the night she was attacked by a wild beast and her friend Alex was killed. Braxon, who was both her savior and captor hadn't returned since he forced himself upon her when she awoke in his lair. Once thing Sasha knew for sure was that she was not in the same world she had left. Everyday when she would wake up there would be an assortment of things: a new silky gown for her to wear, an odd assortment of food for her to eat like boiled eggs smoked salmon, vegetables, exotic fruits and questionable cheeses, and towel for bathing. When Sasha went to sleep her first night there, the room had three deep red walls covered in shelves and paintings and one blue wall with a large mirror. There was a four post bed, a long table on the opposite wall and no visible door. When she woke up the next day, the three red walls had changed to purple as if by magic, which Sasha just knew it had to be. One wall held a large window with frost glass and black curtains - Sasha could see the light from the rising sun, and the darkness that came with its departure. Only this phenomenon seemed to happen sometimes with in the span of what felt like a few hours and other times it seemed as if the sun would be high in the sky for what seemed like days - making it impossible to know how much time had passed. There was no clock either. The other two walls had the same collection of nude paintings, though most of the shelving was gone. The remaining shelves held various soaps, lotions, perfumes and other toiletries, some of them held books - not always in english, or any other discernible language for that matter. The bed had remained the same, but the opposite side wall no longer held a long table. In it's place was a claw foot bathtub and a small round table that always had inexplicably fresh flowers in it. Braxon, the large red-eyed beast of unknown species, had not been to visit Sasha since the night he had his way with her. Sasha had so many unanswered questions. Namely, where was she, what kind of creature is he, and if she was ever going to be able to return home. When the questions weren't plaguing Sasha's mind, the flashbacks of her first and so far only encounter with Braxon would fill her thoughts. Though that night she would thoroughly terrified of him and his strength, with each passing minute she yearned for him to return once more. She could hardly believe that she could ache for such a creature; truly frightening to behold, unstable and swinging on a pendulum between sweetness and sincerity, then to rage and violence. Sasha had made up her mind long ago that she would comply with Braxon's desires. Not just because he could killed her in less than a second if he wanted to - but because she wanted to. With her bruising gone and her olive skin shining like new, Sasha went to great lengths to be prepared for Braxon if and when he decided to come back. She bathed thoroughly with great care every day. She would brushed her hair until it was bouncy and shiny. She made sure to keep her teeth white and nails clean. She kept her pussy smooth and never wore underwear under the silky gowns left out for her every day. Sasha had just finished brushing her hair when a loud light and resounding crack filled the room. It was Braxon. He was not naked this time. He was wearing weathered looking heavy leather pants and a stole emblazoned with blue and silver with a crest depicting a hammer with a snake coiled around it. His abs were just as beautiful as ever; his arms looked strong and formidable. "It's lovely to see how well you have healed, my dear." He said, scanning Sasha up a down with his blood red eyes. Sasha shuddered with excitement. She smiled at the Braxon, but could not manage to get any words out. She felt silly just gaping at him. "Come, my dear, embrace me." Braxon held out his large smooth muscular arms. Sasha began to walk over to him slowly. She felt it was strange how her excitement had basically paralyzed her voice, but now it was slowing her movements down as well. "Don't tell me you are afraid of me Sasha." Braxon looked at her with a air of sadness. "No, I mean, I didn't - absolutely not!" Sasha exclaimed. She rushed over to Braxon and threw her arms around his waist. Her hands reached back and touched the bony horn like protrusion that made up his vertebrae. She looked up at him a smiled. He touched the bottom of her face with his massive hand a leaned in for a kiss. Sasha was so excited. Once again he would take her; this time she was not be scared and crying but welcoming and submissive. Unfortunately, Braxon pulled his face away from hers and walked over to the small round table. Sasha stood planted; she wasn't sure if she had done something wrong. One minute he wants her close, then he walks away. What was all of that about? "You never opened your package." Braxon called out from the other side of the room. Sasha ran over to him quickly. "I have a package? I didn't even know! It wasn't here on the table when I had breakfast." Sasha said apologetically. "It's alright sweet girl, now I have the pleasure of giving it to you myself." Braxon said. In his hands was a large ornate silver and navy blue gift box. He handed it to Sasha. If felt a bit heavy in her hands. She pulled to the top off of the box and set it on the table. There was silver tissue paper inside. Sasha pulled back the layer until she reached the most beautiful champagne colored ball gown she had ever seen in her life. It was something reminiscent of what the A-list celebrities wear to the Academy Awards. Sasha's mouth dropped open, and as she grabbed the dress and the bottom half of the box fell to floor. The ruched fabric in the bodice held gemstones of what looked like garnet spaced loosely throughout. It had a sweetheart neckline and the skirt was pined in different place, also with garnets. Sasha had no idea why Braxon would give her something like this or even where she would wear it. She had never seen such elegant couture, it was gift from him to her and that's all she cared about. "Put this on. Soon you will be accompanying me to the Vampire Guard Tournament." Braxon turned to and walked back to the bed. He laid down and stared at Sasha. "Go ahead," he said "change into it." Sasha blushed at the thought of disrobing for Braxon. She slipped the thin bands of her gown off her shoulders. Braxon took in the sight of her breasts and hairless pussy with visible delight. The desire in his eyes sent a tremble through Sasha's body. She lifted the ball gown over her head. She was grateful it was sleeveless. It saved her awkward fumbling. She wanted this to be as sexy as possible. She walked over to Braxon, and touched his leg, running her hand up to his bulge in the crotch that seemed to be getting bigger with every passing second. "I will need to you to tie the back for me." She said. Sasha wanted to sound alluring, but was afraid that all she pulled off was sounding meek. Braxon stood up. He turned Sasha around and began tying up the back of her dress. "I was wondering," Sasha started, "Where exactly are we?" She stopped there and held her breath. She was sure how Braxon would react to a questioning. "Here, right now we are in a room that is part of my home." Braxon said. "Ok, but are we, like, even on Earth?" Sasha as though the question made her sound foolish, but she really couldn't think of any other way to ask. To her surprise, Braxon did not sound irritated at her questions, and took a moment to be more in depth. "Yes, silly girl, we are still on Earth. We are just in a reality, a realm if you will, that coexists along side your former home. The rules are different here. This is place where many of the creatures of your human world lore originate. It's called the In-Between. Because we exist between your old world and the other." Braxon explained. "What's the other world?" Sasha inquired. "I am not exactly sure." Braxon said, finishing with her dress. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around. "As long as you stay here, you will remain human. You won't… devolve. Nanouk, my pet who attacked you, has a venom that turns your kind into his kind. Only the result is a dead beast. His kind, lycans as you would call them, are born and do not fair well with being made. Not only that, you have to stay here in the place with me. Humans are a commodity on the plane. You would be stolen a sold to the highest bidder." Braxon looked grave as these words left his mouth. Fear took hold of Sasha for the first time since her initial night in Braxon's room. "What do you mean? I would be a slave?" Sasha questioned. "You would be a meal. Your blood, your flesh, everything you are would be consumed. But don't worry, after tonight you will have a bit more protection. Tonight you will go out with me and everyone will know you are mine. This will not save you from black market traders, but it will keep you in my protection against the vampires, which are the ones most likely to attack. Their kind and my kind have been at peace for quite some time now." Braxon walked over the small round table again went to the box that held Sasha's dress on the floor and picked up large gold necklace out of it. It had a large medallion on it, with the same symbol and his stole, hammer with a snake coiled around it imprinted upon it. He walked back over to Sasha and out it over her head and around her neck. The cool metal of the necklace sent a small shock through her body. "This is a symbol of my clan. It will let everyone know you are mine and under my protection." "I'm sorry to ask, but exactly is "your kind?" Sasha held her breath again. Couldn't she think of a better, more gracious way of asking that question? "Ah, I am Broktorii." Braxon said, as if it were obvious. "It's just that I've never seen anything like you before. You said that our - my human mythical creatures live here, but I have never seen anything like you." Sasha couldn't contain herself. "We look completely human when we are on your plane. Like vampires." Braxon said, slightly strained. Up until this point Braxon hadn't shown any irritation to Sasha's questions. She wasn't sure if he was becoming annoyed with her, so she didn't want to chance it. "I am excited for the tournament, what ever it is." Sasha said. Braxon looked down at her in amusement. She could see it all over his face. He took her hand and Sasha melted a little bit. "It's time for us to go." Braxon said. "Wait! I still have to put on makeup and shoes and do something with my hair!" Sasha exclaimed. If he was going to be showing her off as his possession, she wanted to to look as wonderful as possible. "You are quite beautiful just the way you are. I want you to be as natural as possible." Braxon smiled, showing off his impossibly white and almost glowing teeth. Sasha felt uncomfortable with this idea, but it was what Braxon wanted. She knew now that her life would be in jeopardy if she decided to try to run away, she would die if she returned home and she could become a snack for whoever decided to pay the most for her human body. She didn't even want to think about any of those horrible scenarios. Her desire for him to take her again was so overwhelming that she just wanted to do whatever Braxon requested. She decided to put on a brave face and complied. "Now, this will feel uncomfortable to you. You were unconscious the first time I did this with you." Braxon warned. Before Sasha could get out a word she was overcome with this amazing pressure pushing against her from all sides. Light filled her eyes and it felt as though electricity was vibrating all around her. Just as quickly as the sensation hit her it was gone. Sasha blinked to adjust her eyes to the new light. Braxon was still holding her hands, and for this she was grateful. Never in her wildest dreams did she think that this was the place they were going. Where theory were was standing in the middle of a room that looked to Sasha like a 15th century British ballroom. Except with was filled with creatures and beasts the likes of which Sasha had never seen, or had only seen in movies. There were more Broktorii like Braxon walking around. Each dressed as he was too; leather pants and stoles that had different crests emblazoned on them. There were tiny human like fairies (at least that is what Sasha assumed they were), floating around an through various circles, having conversations with each other, and other impish creatures that Sasha assumed were goblins. They were conversing in a language Sasha had never seen before. Sasha recognized the tall and grey skinned beasts lumbering around the large room as trolls, creatures with snakes for hair like medusa both male and female, and a few others she couldn't quite grasp. They were are mingling as if it were an after work cocktail party. Sasha was the only human she could see, and the scarcity of her kind was made extremely apparent by the many sideways glances she got. There was no music, just the sound of jumbled dialects littered with english here and there. Braxon began to walk to the front of the room, holding on tight to Sasha's hand as he pulled her through the mass of mythical and mysterious beings. Sasha could barely see through the crowd. Though there were many miniature creatures, there were more large and brawny beasts that towered over her small frame. When they reached the clearing at the front of the room, there was a large alter set up. On the wall behind it stood a massive red and gold banner with crest that depicted a sword with a thorny vine wrapped around it. At the base of the banner were various items. Vases filled with unknown substances, flowers that looked as other-worldly as any other being there, mounds of gold a silver coins and grandiose weapons like bows and arrows and daggers that looked took beautiful to actually use. Braxon walked to the foot of the a kneeled. Sasha fell to her knees quickly under the force of Braxon's grip on her hand. She looks around in awe as every other creature there immediately stopped what there were doing and kneeled in their place. The other Broktorii followed Braxon's suit walked to the front of the alter and kneeled. The silence that griped the once almost chaotic room hung heavy. Sasha could swear she could almost feel a faint weight enveloping her body. A loud creaking noise filled the room. Sasha turned to its origin and saw that the brilliant banner at the front of the room began to roll up the wall. Sasha felt the hair on her body stand up as the vampires had finally made their appearance emerging from the large door hidden behind the banner. Five in total, each more striking that they next. All of them had black hair, slicked back and shiny. Their eyes were completely black - there was no white to speak of. They were dressed smilier to the Broktorii, though instead of stoles that had chest plates, each imprinted without he same sword and thorns image on the banner. The vampires were well muscled but not overly large. Their skin was as pale as Sasha thought it would be. Truly the sight of them would have would have been enough to send Sasha running away in a terrified frenzy, but the most horrifying thing about the vampires was the chill they brought to the air around them. They mystery that surrounded them was more terrifying than their appearance. Sasha noticed she was gaping the creatures and looked down in embarrassment. The vampire in the middle began to speak. "Brothers and sisters, I am please to welcome you to our tournament. As you know that will begin shortly, however, I wanted to take this moment for thank you all for your continuing respect for and dedication to peace among our kind. As this is our year to host the tournament, I would like you offer you this feast to precede our tournament." The vampire waved his hand toward a big door that Sasha could swear was not there only a few moments before. "Eat your fill then join us in the theater were we have our most prized lycans fighting for their clans. The prize of course being the the host of next year's tournament." Sasha heard everyone pull themselves off their knees. Braxon did as well. All of the other Broktorii, vampire and various creatures filed into the large dining room. The vampire whom gave the speech, however stayed. So did Braxon, which meant that Sasha had to stay too. The vampire glanced Sasha over. She was chilled to her bones. She felt as though her had looked right through with ease. The vampire then turned back Braxon and walked off of the alter to meet him up close. He stopped with in two feet of Braxon. His black eyes looked even more eery up close. Sasha held on to Braxon's hand tighter. "Braxon, it is so wonderful for you to join us." The vampire said smoothly. "Aldous, the pleasure is all mine." Braxon replied, the coldness in his voice conflicting without he kindness of his words. "I take it this is yours?" Aldous motioned toward Sasha, not bothering to look at her again. "Yes, she is. I have decided to keep her though it was my thought that she would make a splendid offering for you tonight." Braxon said. Sasha turned to him in horror. What did he mean by 'offering?' "Ah good friend, you know me too well." Aldous turned toward Sasha. Aldous put his hand out, and Braxon put Sasha's hand in his. She could feel that terror, that same terror she felt on her fight night with Braxon building in her again. She fought back tears as she realized that contrary to what Braxon had told her, he was going to give her to the very creatures he said she should fear. Aldous had a look in with jet black eyes, one that let Sasha know that he was going to use her to his liking; it was the same look Braxon had the night he ravaged her. His eyes lacked any and all compassion. Was he going to drain her blood? Was he going to kill her? Why would Braxon do this to her? Lure her into a false sense of security only to rip it away from here casually, as if he were offering a friend a bite of a muffin. Sasha's confusion and fear grew as Aldous pulled her closer to him. She knew it was pointless to struggle; she had already seen Braxon's rage when she fought him. Sasha moved towards Aldous with no resistance. He buried his face in her neck and hair and embraced her, rubbing his hands up and down her body. His hands felt cold against her skin. She could feel their iciness through her dress. Thee vampire was as cold as a corpse. Two fangs protruded from his mouth, Aldous turned to Braxon. "It has been so long, brother. I have not had a live human in years. Not since I went to their world. You graciousness will not be forgotten." Aldous squealed. "What's mine is yours, old friend. You may feed, but you may not kill. She is mine and I intend to keep her." Braxon replied. "Of course I will respect a brother's property." Aldous said, still rubbing his hands down Sasha's soft body. With that, Braxon gave Aldous a small bow and turned to walk into the dining hall. When the door shut, it melted into the wall. Sasha couldn't believe her eyes. Her head began to spin. She knew this vampire was going to feed on her, and despite his promise, she was horrified that he might kill her. "Come, lovely." Aldous said, his deep voice reverberating in Sasha's core. He turned with her hand in his and guided her towards the door that he had entered from. When they crossed the threshold there was a curtain which Aldous moved aside. Sasha heard the door shut on its own behind them. The room was styled similarly to the ballroom. It was a circular room; along the continuous wall was nothing but books that looked older than time itself and small marble busts. The floor had a large and heavy red and gold rug on top of which was a blue couch that looked like something Marie Antonette would have lied on. Adjacent to the couch was a small bar with embroidered napkins, crystal glasses and a crystal bottle that held what looked like blood. Before Sasha could take in everything, the vampire threw her to the couch. The Beast Inside Me Ch. 02 Sasha was shocked to feel her dress being ripped off of her body. With quickly strokes of his quick hands, Aldous tore the the fabric as if it were made of paper. She knew that this could happen, but she didn't think he would begin so fast. The beautiful gown Braxon had given to her was in shredded pieces all over the floor. Sasha's fear welled up inside her. Though she would not resist or fight back she was terrified. She couldn't stop the silent tears from falling from her eyes. Aldous looked at her tears in delight. "So long… so long" He said under his breath. Aldous threw Sasha on to the floor and turned his on the couch to face her. He removed his chest plate and set it gently on the floor. He unbuckled his leather pants and pulled them down revealing an enormous white cock. It wasn't as big as Braxon's, but it was just as intimidating to Sasha. From a crumpled heap on the floor, Sasha looked up at Aldous through tear filled eyes. She thought the next time she was going to get fucked it would be with Braxon. She thought she would be pounded by Braxon's cock and she was glad to surrender to it. But this vampire, this horrifying creature that was about to force himself upon her, she hadn't expected him. How could Braxon give her over to him so willingly? Aldous sat back into the couch and relaxed into it. He his black eyes shown no kind of sympathy. There were cold and full of desire. "Come over here and suck me off, human girl. " Aldous beckoned. Sasha, still crying, attempted to stand up. Aldous stopped her. "No, stop!" I want you crawl over to me slowly." He commanded. Sasha felt humiliated and she went on all fours and began to crawl over him. More tears fell from her eyes that she kept pointed toward the ground so she wouldn't have to look into his smug face. She reached his legs with quivering hands. He ran his hands into her hair and pulled her head up to look him in his eyes. "I want you to slowly lick the top of my cock. I want you to lick it like you want it inside you." Aldous demanded. He pushed her head to his cock. It was wide and veiny. The skin on it was pale and perfectly smooth. Sasha put her mouth to tracing her soft tongue around in small circles around the head of his now pulsating cock. Aldous let out a deep moan of pleasure. When he made this sound Sasha's pussy tingled with anticipation despite her wishes. Something in the silky quality of his voice made Sasha feel flushed. Aldous pushed her head down along the side of his dick, causing her tongue to run down the length of it. He then pulled it back up, and shoved his prick into her mouth hard. Sasha felt like she couldn't breathe. Her eyes watered as his cock slammed into the back of her throat. He grunted as he worked his cock into Sasha's watery mouth. Sasha was beginning to like sucking his cock. She both hands on his big cock and stroked it up and down. She couldn't even wrap smalls hands around it completely, it was so big. Quick as lightening, Aldous had thrown Sasha to the ground and climbed on top of her. She laid there powerless under his weight, taking deep gasps, finally able to breath. Aldous grabbed Sasha's head and turned it so quickly to the side that she thought he was going to break it. Within an instant Sasha felt his teeth bite down into her neck. Sasha let out a scream of shock. Aldous shuddered in pleasure at her exclamation. Sasha could feel his cold lips and tongue on her bleeding neck, draining her blood. She felt herself getting weak. Aldous pulled himself away. "You have the sweetest tasting blood I've had in a long time." Aldous gasped. "I don't know if I can contain myself much longer. With a growl he went back to Sasha's neck, drinking freely. He moved down to her breast and bite down on the soft mound. It was the most seductive sensation Sasha had ever felt. From the pain came the most intense pleasure of her life. Aldous dragged his tongue across Sasha's nipple, then up her chest back to her openly bleeding neck. As he drained her more, he pushed himself into her pussy. He did not go slowly either; he rammed his cock into her with such force Sasha could hardly imagine how her body was able to handle such force. He slammed Sasha's pussy without mercy, moaning deeply between sips of her blood. Sasha began to moan against her better judgement. His cold skin pressed against her hot flesh, his hard cock pushing so forcefully into her delicate pussy was impossible for her to resist. If she could not be Braxon's at the moment, then she would belong to the vampire. Aldous rolled over and pulled Sasha on top of him. He grabbed her hips with his hands and moved her up and down on his cock. Pleasure built inside Sasha and he pussy became wetter. She moved freely now up and down on his cock, he didn't have to force her. She moaned louder. Sasha ground her pussy onto his cock, taking him as deep as he could go. She felt his cool cock fill her, she could feel it pulsating inside her. She couldn't believe how good this felt. It felt even better than her time with Braxon. "Oh god yes! Fuck me Aldous! Oh fuck!" Sasha screamed. "You have the tightest, sweetest pussy baby. I just want to devour you!" Aldous moan back. He began rubbing his hand all over her body, covering Sasha in ribbons of her own blood. He licked his fingers and slid one into her asshole. Sasha could feel the pressure building inside her, his cock felt so good and his finger in her ass amplified it times ten. She could feel herself coming to orgasm, and from the way Aldous was quivering he was about to as well. Sasha bounced up and down faster and harder, working his cock and his finger into her two holes. As she felt him explode inside her, mountain sized wave of pleasure rushed over her. She arched her back and let out one final moan, pleasure vibrating throughout her whole body, before she collapsed on top of Aldous, depleted. Once she caught her breath, Aldous licked her neck, kissed it softly and gently rolled her over onto the floor. He walked over the mini bar and grabbed a small napkin, wiping his face. "I will send for you a new dress. Get yourself cleaned up. You will stay here until the tournament is over. It is not an event for humans. You owner will be back for you when the event is over." Aldous said. He walked over to his pants and pulled them back on. Aldous picked up his chest plate and refastened it to his wonderfully smooth and pale body. He walked towards the curtain that led to the exit. He turned one final time toward Sasha. "You really are a delicious creature. If you find that you tire of Braxon, you are always welcome to become mine." Aldous said, lustily taking in the view of Sasha's naked blood-covered body. He turned away and passed through the curtains. Sasha heard the heavy door open and close behind him. Sasha walked over to bar and grabbed a small napkin. She was covered in blood and her neck was still slowly bleeding. She pressed the napkin to her neck. Was this all a part of Braxon's plan? Did he plan to keep her alive by pimping her out for her so called protection? What if he offered her to a new and more frightening creature? Sure she loved fucking Aldous, but what if it's a troll next? Should she become the vampire's possession? She questioned Braxon's devotion to keeping her alive. Sasha could not return home or run away. She feared what the future would hold and what or who Braxon would inflict upon her next.