Cursed Creatures: Chapter Seven

The room she had found the piano had greatly changed. There were no longer sheet covered statues and paintings littered about like careless afterthoughts. The room was airy and bright, the windows open and fresh air filled the space. There was a fireplace with a sitting area around it, the piano just to the side, polished and cleaned and ready to be played.

Belle smiled excitedly. "Did you do this?" She asked as she walked inside, noticing several paintings hanging up. Although there were none of any person. He really did destroy that woman's portrait, she thought to herself as she went to the window.

"Were there windows before?" She couldn't remember. She leaned out, seeing the rolling hills and mountains behind her village. Storm clouds had been gathering the past few days, and thunder rumbled low, and Belle breathed in deeply the scent of rain.

The Beast pulled her back inside and sighed. "So you were the one playing the piano," he replied, shutting the window and latching it.

"I told you I was bored," she shrugged guiltily. She glanced back around the room. "I notice that the rooms change sometimes." She said as she approached a full bookshelf. "It happened last night too." She turned and pointed out the windows. "There wasn't anything but dust in the garden below my window when I first arrived." Belle pulled a book down from the shelf and ran her hand down the gilded cover.

"Now it's coming to life." She held the book to her chest and looked up at him. "Is it you that does this?"

He feigned not hearing her. He turned his back on her, watching as the rain poured like a waterfall outside the window.

Belle frowned, "ignore me all you want." She grumbled as she sat down at the piano.

She slammed the keys angrily and therapeutically a few times, catching his attention before playing the tune she had the day before. She sighed softly, feeling better the more she played. Less irritated and more in place.

"My sister taught me," she replied, realizing that he was watching her. "I used to absolutely hate it. I'd make up any excuse I could to get out of practice." She smiled sadly. "But, I do feel more at home know that this is here."

The Beast sat beside her, touching the keys gently before playing as well. Belle was surprised, watching him play as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She joined in, playing alongside him. She was excited she was familiar with the song he was playing.

As they played, thunder roared loudly outside and lightning lit the room. Belle screamed and grasped at the Beast's hand. He stopped playing and Belle blushed while she pulled her hand away.

"Sorry," she murmured, holding her hand against her chest. "It startled me was all." She was beginning to feel strangely close to him. Like for a moment that had shared something more than a bed.

She glanced up at him, noticing him staring at his hands on the keys. She realized there was so much she wanted to ask him, so much she had on the tip of her tongue.

"Am I the first?" She asked suddenly. Outside the wind growled and the sound of rain began pelting against the windows.

He glanced back at her. "What?"

She fidgeted beside him on the bench. "Am I the first who...you've kept?" She tucked her hair behind her hair, fiddling with the ends a bit.

"What is it you think that I do?" he stood up, walking towards the large chair before the fireplace.

"I'm not sure," Belle moved towards him, coming and standing beside him in his chair. "As far as I know, you receive the sacrifices and eat them." She realized then that she didn't really know if that was true or not. That was all she had ever heard happened to the girls who were chosen. He had taunted her, saying he would eat her but...if that was just an act she wasn't sure. There were no signs of other people had lived there. Most of what she had seen of the castle looked like he barely lived there.

He laughed darkly, almost sounding offended. "Yes, I eat them," he spits bitterly. Lightning flashed brightly, thunder roaring loudly behind it, making Belle jump and whimper.

"I kill them," he snarled. "You were so fortunate," he laughed scarring Belle more than the storm outside. "Offering yourself to be used that day, you're so lucky." He grabbed her hand, pulling her down towards him. "I wasn't feeling very hungry that day."

Belle frowned, gripping back at his hand before shoving it away. "You aren't funny," she murmured.

He sighed, brushing his fingers against his cheek. "You best keep your curiosity at bay. You'll discover soon there is nothing above the surface."

"You never answered my question," she was insistent. She dipped down, kissing his sensitive neck and making him twitch.

He slapped his hand over his neck and glared at her. "I do not have to answer you!"

Belle huffed. "I've told you things about me. The least you can do is tell me that one thing." She walked before the fire, warming her hands.

The beast frowned, looking away from her and then looking back. His eyes catching how her hair glowed in the light of the fire, how her skin blushed in the heat. "You are special," he answered. "Let's leave it there."

Belle turned and beamed, quickly turning back away. "Oh," she forced herself to suppress her excitement. "I see." She pulled her hair over her shoulder, stroking it and combing it with her fingers. "I have more I'd like to ask."

"Well, I'm not answering anything more," he growled.

Belle walked back towards him, kneeling down and resting her head on his lap. "If I promise to not ask any more questions will you answer just this last one for me?"

He eyed her, huffed and shrugging. "It depends on the question."

Belle sat up slightly. The question on the tip of her tongue was about the painting he destroyed. Was the woman in the portrait someone important to him? "It's actually a two-parter," she murmured, her fingers tickling up his shin. She glanced up at him, looking for permission in his expression.

He huffed. "What?"

"I call you just Lord. I don't know your name." She nuzzled her cheek to his lap. "And, I know you have names to call me but...would you call me Belle?"

He scoffed, "I don't have anything to be called by. The fact you call upon me kindly is more than I can stomach." He ran his fingers through her hair, gently scratching her scalp. "I will think about what to call you. It depends on my mood I guess."

Belle lifted her head, that was about what she was expecting from him. Her eyes caught the light and she looked behind his chair, seeing a table set. A small feast prepared, along with candlelight and drinks.

"Is it supper?" She stood up, tugging at his hand.

He stood up silently, his hand still grasping hers and pulling her along. He seemed so used to this, but Belle wasn't sure she ever would.

"Who does this?" She asked, and suddenly his finger was upon her lips.

"You said you wouldn't ask any more questions," he scolded quietly. His eyes lingered on her lips for a moment longer before pulling away.

"I had my fingers crossed!" She mocked as she took her seat.

"You also said you never lied." He retorted with a smirk.

Belle avoided looking at him, serving herself a rather hefty portion and sampling the wine served and kicked at his shin under the table.

"I answered some questions for you," he started after a long silence. "Now, you will answer some of mine."

Belle frowned at him, still avoiding eye contact and staring out the window at the storm. "I don't have to answer anything." She mimicked him.

He ignored her, "have you ever been in love?"

She stilled for a moment, taking the goblet of wine and taking a deep drink. "That is an awfully personal question for someone who is so unwilling to even call me by my name."

There was a long pause again, only broken by thunder and lightning. He set his goblet down and watched her for a moment, her eyes focused on her goblet or anything else around her.

"Belle," he whispered.

She looked up stunned, meeting his eyes. She was sure for a moment it was just the storm talking to her. The wind or rain whispering to her. Thunder growling. But no, it really did come from him. It was the first time he had ever said it.

"Yes?" She gasped, forgetting everything for a brief moment.

"Have you loved anyone, Belle?"

"Oh?" She set her wine down. "Maybe, I don't know." She was still so stunned that he had called her by her name and not 'girl' or 'meal' or 'whore'.

"I have liked people before. I love my sisters. But..in love?" She furrowed her brow as she thought hard.

She swallowed and turned towards him. "When I was little, my father took me to one of his merchant trades. I saw so many sorts of people I had never seen before. Beautiful and ugly, something in-between, people who I wasn't sure what gender they were..." she suddenly blushed, smiling softly and in his eyes, she looked more beautiful than ever.

"There was one young man who stopped to trade with my father." She murmured. "I could tell he was someone who had everything they could ever want. Someone who would never worry or care about things. And he was so beautiful I thought I was looking at an angel,"

"He talked to me, kissed my cheek and called me such pretty names. Said he stopped to trade with my father so he could stare at me. He gave me a rose when he left. I know he was probably just talking pretty...I was just a little girl after all," Belle chuckled softly. "Well, when he left he was all I could think of for so long. All I could talk about and dream about. That rose meant more to me than anything in the world. I kept it with me always. And when it began to wilt I had my sister dry it for me and I kept it longer."

She cleared her throat suddenly and looked back to the beast. "I thought maybe that was love once but...how can you love someone you don't even know?"

He was silent, his eyes falling down to his plate. He wanted to see that smile again, but he knew it would never belong to him.

"That's all?" He huffed, finishing off his wine.

"That's all?" Belle laughed nervously. "I'm sorry, were expecting me to have a trail of broken hearts leading to your door?"

"You can love something, Belle, and never truly know what it was." He sounded angry, had something she said upset him? "And if you ever allow it, you can allow it to control you and burn you alive."

Belle wasn't sure she liked his tone. "I don't think that's quite-"

"Love is a creature that can take many shapes. It can be like you said, beautiful and ugly, or something in-between." He grabbed her chin and forced her to meet his eyes. "Or it can be a completely different creature all its own."

"Lord..." Belle's voice caught in her throat as she looked at him. She held his hand grabbing her. "You're hurting me."

He released her, seeing red marks where he had grabbed roughly. "I don't intend to love you, Belle." His words made her feel as if he had stabbed her clean through. "But I do not control how you feel."

She looked up at him, unsure why he was making her feel this way. "I don't intend to love you either," she returned his words, watching as his eyes widened. "So I guess you won't have to worry about that." She stood up rather suddenly.

"Good night," she whispered to him, not letting him see her cry as she ran back to her room.

She was sure it wouldn't keep him out, but she locked the door behind her anyway. For extra measure, and a little spite, she put a chair under the doorknob.

She sniffled and let loose a sob before mopping up her face and wiping her eyes dry.

"Of course," she whispered and took a calming sigh. "You knew this was the case," she told herself matter-of-factly as she walked across the room, pacing back and forth before her bed.

"It is good you figure this out now, of course. You need to reiterate a few times. Make it a mantra." She thought she heard footsteps and she looked at the door, expecting it to open up.

When it didn't she turned back around and saw on her table was a bottle of that amber drink. She huffed and then waved her hands in the air. "Whoever you are, you're driving me insane!" She shouted. She grabbed the drink though and gulped it down.

"Ass," she mumbled as she sat down and rolled the glass between her palms, watching the drink inside slosh back and forth.

Outside her window, she watched as the storm brewed. The wind whistling louder than the thunder now. She sniffled a bit, leaning back in her chair and drinking. "If Rose was here she'd give it to him good." She chuckled, remembering how Rose gave a boy a black eye for pulling on her braids. She imagined the beast with a swollen shut eye and she giggled more.

"Get what you deserve," she wiped at her eyes. She then remembered how Snow would comb her hair and tell her stories when she was upset. Snow couldn't braid or style hair worth her weight in dirt, but she could tell Belle the most amazing stories to make her forget why she was upset.

Belle poured herself another glass and leaned across the tabletop, wishing that Pearl was across it just simply reading quietly. Every so often, mindlessly reaching out and holding Belle's hand. She would give anything for that simple gesture right now.

She grasped her own hand, trying to mimic how Pearl would squeeze, but she couldn't get it right and she felt frustrated. She finished off the second glass and changed into the nightgown laid out on the bed. She collapsed onto the bed and sighed, curling up amongst the pillows and blankets.

"I'll just keep myself locked up," she resolved blearily. "Won't come out no matter how much he begs." She hiccuped and nuzzled into her pillow. "He'll be sorry he said that."

"Everyone loves me," she grumbled, hugging tightly onto a pillow. "I'm a good person." She rolled over, closing her eyes and attempting to sleep.

She closed her eyes only briefly, opening them when she heard him say her name again. She hadn't expected it then and she felt in that moment perhaps she hadn't made a horrible mistake. Perhaps she had done something good in all this. She sniffled again, burying her face in her pillow.

The Beast didn't understand why Belle had run off so suddenly after dinner. He had simply stated the truth. She seemed upset, but he wasn't sure. He decided to finish his own meal and drink and when he was done he decided to go and spend the night in her room.

"She enjoyed eating breakfast with me, she should be grateful for it again." He told himself.

But when he arrived, her door was locked.

He went to knock then stopped, hearing something of a low whimper and sniffle from inside. He dropped his hand and stared. Was she crying? But why?

He thought quickly of everything he had said to her during dinner. He didn't think he said anything wrong. Belle surely understood what he meant. She was smart, she had to of known. He furrowed his brow and moved along, the growl of the storm outside hiding his footsteps.

"I said what I meant," he murmured to himself. "If anything I saved her some trouble." He sat down again before the fire and scoffed. "This is why you don't make deals with the sacrifices." He grumbled to himself.

He thought of Belle's smile as she told that stupid story. How beautiful she looked then. It was a beauty that he thought was long dead in the world. Something so soft and pure, something he wanted to hold and keep all to himself. But when he saw it on Belle, he felt as if he could never hold it. He grew angry at Belle for it. He did snap a little and speak a little cruelly.

"But it still doesn't make sense." He grumbled, mindlessly tossing pages he tore from a book into the fire. "She came up with this whole arrangement on her own. She should be happy that I speak to her at all, let alone allow her the privileges I do."

The first moment he had seen her he had felt something strange about her. Not when she stood naked before him as the sacrifice, but upon the day she was chosen. He always watched the selection, always spied upon the girl who was to be given to him. He had thought nothing of it anymore, but when Belle appeared in the magic glass he felt strange. Something stirring inside him he thought long gone.

He hadn't lied when he told Belle she was special. She was, but what bothered him was that he didn't know why. He had laid awake most nights since her arrival bothered by her presence in his home. She was so close and yet he felt like she was this intangible creature laying by his side.

He had been happy when she touched him, her hands not trembling with fear. Her eyes not dark with dread. Instead, her warm hands made him feel human, if that was even possible. She had given herself to him freely in exchange for life. He owned her and could have her as his desire saw fit. Yet he had not taken her. He had used her and rewarded her, but he had not taken her and marked her completely his. He dreaded that moment.

The beast stood from his seat and the fire went out in that instant. The room was instantly dark and cold like it always was before she arrived.

He returned to his room, standing before the magic glass. Touching it, the surface rippled and shone, and inside he saw Belle sleeping or at least trying to. She tossed and turned, eyes opening and closing every so often.

"Belle," he murmured softly and her eyes fluttered open fully. She barely moved, closing her eyes again and sighing pitifully.

He moved his hand and the scene changed, light poured in from old windows. The curtains had yellowed from age and dried flowers rested in old jars. Belle sat at the table, stitching a pair of socks while another girl moved about in the back, singing off key and placing something into the oven.

"Belle, will you go fetch some more wood?"

"Yes, Pearl." Belle stood up and placed the socks and her sewing supplies in a small basket before she went outside. She walked around the back where a pile of chopped wood had been gathered. She held out her skirts and began filling them with the split logs.

Her cheeks were rosy and full, her eyes smiling brightly. She was happy where she was, even if the money left to her and her sisters was just barely enough to get by.

Belle walked back around and saw that there was a man at the door talking with her sister. She gasped and hid around the corner of the house. She waited, listening to their conversation.

"I told you, I do not intend to marry her off to the likes of you." Pearl snapped.

"Everyone knows your money is running dry," the man said. Belle recognized him as the son of a rich merchant who had once worked with her father. "You need me."

"We certainly don't need the false charity of the son of a thief." Pearl scowled.

Belle sucked her lips into her mouth, keeping herself from laughing. The merchant had made his fortune by taking from their father.

The man grimaced at Pearl. "You'll come crying to me to take Belle off your hands one day!" She jabbed his finger into Pearl's face. "You'll beg me."

Pearl scoffed. "I don't beg," she snarled lowly. "Now, you best be glad Rose didn't answer the door and go home a man in one piece."

Belle inched into the shadows more as the man went on his way, cussing and fuming. She was a bit shocked, why was she the one he wanted? Wasn't Snow or Rose a good match? If anything Pearl should've been the most desirable of the sisters.

"Belle, you coming?" Pearl called out, regaining composure.

Belle rounded the corner and smiled. "I kept dropping them, sorry it took me." She smiled brightly as the magic glass faded back to the beast's reflection.

He growled, wondering why he had seen that. Was he supposed to feel jealous? Threatened? He knew Belle was desirable, the mirror didn't need to show him that! Why should he care Belle could have married some ass?

He turned away from the glass and fell into his bed. He sighed, smelling Belle upon his pillow. He snarled, clutching it close and burrowing deeper into it as if nuzzling to Belle's neck, her soft hair. He sighed tranquilly, imagining her soft skin against his palm. Her lips pressing against his forearm and shoulder as her little hands gripped his back.

He grumbled and rolled away, forcing himself to fall asleep.

He dreamed of Belle that night, her soft, supple flesh and the loving embrace of her arms. He saw her laid out naked before him like a feast. She whispered to him kindly, holding him fast and kissing his cold cheek. Her thighs parted for him and he thanked her over and over as he eased into her arms.

Suddenly, there was a chain around his throat, choking him and pulling him away from Belle who screamed and reached for him as he was yanked into the darkness. He coughed and wheezed, reaching at the shadows to try and stop. He clawed into the darkness until a pale hand caught his wrist and held him still.

Did Belle save him?

A soft and vile giggle told him that, no, Belle hadn't come.

Her eyes appeared to him first, silver and sharp like knives. Her smile cut him like a knife as she stepped out of the shadows. Her skin was milky pale, her long pitch hair covering her naked body like a cloak. She cupped his face in her hands, cutting his cheeks with her fingernails.

"You cannot escape me." She rasped softly into his ear, her breath painfully cold. "Oh though you may run from it, I own you entirely." She forced him to the ground, chains wrapping around his arms and legs along with the one around his throat He struggled, gagging against the weight of the chains on his neck.

She dragged her sharp nails down his chest, his dark blood bubbling up to her touch. She lapped up the blood and sighed. "Miss me, darling?"

He growled, continuing to try and struggle even if he couldn't breathe.

She giggled again, petting up his sides. Her red lips spread into a wide smile. "She will turn you away from the same way you did to me." She stroked his neck down his chest and then gripped onto his cock and she began stroking. "You feared me for what I was. Imagine what that sweet little angel must think of you."

"No." The beast seethed. "Do not touch me!"

She ignored him. "That girl really is quite exquisite" The beast tried to ignore her, tried to ignore the growing image of Belle in his mind.

"Her soft hair. Her tender flesh." She gripped down hard on his dick causing him to spasm.

"Go away!" He roared. "Its all your fault!"

She laughed wickedly, towering over him. "None of this would have happened if you had just kept your big mouth shut, my darling!" She tugged the chain around his throat, making him gag and his vision goes blurry for a moment.

"It's all your fault. You know it too." She murmured, petting his cheek. "And you'll have no one to blame when she leaves you too."

"Leave me be!" He was almost in tears, nearly suffocating.

She giggled again. "Should I show you how I have missed you." She took hold of him, slowly easing herself down upon him.

"Stop! Stop!" He roared, thrashing at the chains, feeling something sharp and painful upon him. His breath choked off and burning tears ran down his face.

"Lord?" A soft, sweet voice rang out.

He lashed out, grabbing her and forcing her onto the bed, his hand around her throat. When he finally awoke he saw Belle beneath him, her small hands around his wrist, her eyes wide.

He jumped, removing his hand quickly and moving away from her.

Belle sat up and cupped her hands around her throat. "I...I heard you screaming..." she murmured. "I was worried so I..." She wasn't quite sure what to do.

He swallowed, his throat sore, heart hammering. "How-" he grasped at his forehead, a headache forming as well. "How did you find me."

Belle rubbed at her eyes and took a composing breath. "I just followed your voice."

His eyes trailed down her, the cold night air biting through her thin nightgown and making her shiver. He licked his lips, but his mind went back to what the silver eyed woman had said. He turned his head away.

"You should go back to bed, Belle."

Belle touched his arm. "Please, let me stay."

He held his hand over his eyes and forehead. "Why would you want to stay?" He snarled angrily.

Belle pressed her forehead to his arm, her hands holding him gently. "I was worried." She murmured. "You sounded like you were in pain. I didn't know what to do I...I got scared." Her hands clenched around his arm.

"You got scared?" He scoffed, turning towards her. He then shook his head and sighed. "I thought you were angry with me."

"You hurt me." She rubbed his bicep and he found the more she touched him the better he felt.

"I never touched you," he growled.

Belle's hand stilled on his arm and she made a small disgruntled noise. "My feelings," she sniffed. "You hurt my feelings, you giant brute."

"I didn't mean to."

Belle reached up and pinched his cheek. "Whether you meant to or not, you did."

He caught her hand as she pinched him. He held it to his cheek and sighed, the pain from his dream slowly fading away. "Will you forgive me then?"

Belle frowned, unsure. "Do you mean it?" She asked. "You're not just feigning this apology?"

"I don't understand it at all," he growled. "But I mean it."

She sighed and nodded. "I'll think about it." She pushed him down onto the bed and rested her head on his chest, her arm stretched out across his stomach. "I'll decide what to do with you come morning." She threw his words back into his face and snuggled close to him.

He made sure she was real, petting her hair and holding her hand. She didn't seem to be going anywhere or part of some cruel dream.

After a long silence he wasn't so sure. "Belle?" He whispered. "Belle?" He shook her.

"Mnh?" She stirred, raising up and looking down at him. "I was asleep." She murmured pitifully.

He sighed in relief and covered his face with his arm, laughing to himself.

"What's so funny?" She scowled. She swatted at him, popping his chin and chest. She watched him, seeing relief in his smile. She huffed, crawling up on top of him and pushing his arms back, pinning them above his head.

"You think you can hold me, girl?" He sneered up at her

"I think I have more power here than you want to admit," she retorted back. "Give it time and soon you'll be wrapped around my little finger."

He scoffed, "only in your dreams! You belong to me and I bend to no man."

Belle smirked. "Thank goodness I am not a man."

He rolled her then, pushing her onto the bed and towering over her, pinning her beneath him. He looked down at her, meeting her determined gaze. "What makes you so cocky as to think that I would bend to you?"

Belle's smiled, lifting her leg and nudging between his legs with her knee. "That and well," she shrugged, acting coy. "A woman has her ways."

He frowned and tightened his grip on her wrists ever so slightly. "You are just a virgin," he taunted. "As if you could know how to please me the way I desire."

Belle snickered and bit her lip, covering up the laugh she had building up.

"Oh-ho!" He scoffed. "So you're going to laugh in my face now." His fingers flicked at her armpit and she giggled more, biting down on her lips to keep it inside. "I'll show you what happens to little girls who dare to taunt me." He dipped down, pushing up her nightgown with his nose and biting her belly and sides.

Belle began to roll, trilling with laughter. She tried to fight him off, kicking and squealing as he nibbled all over her. "Puh-please!" She wheezed, smacking at his face and laughing harder.

"I can't breathe!" She was losing strength the more she laughed. "Stop!" She arched her back as his play biting went lower. Nibbling her thighs and hips.

"Nuh-not fair!" A soft gasp escaped her. She pressed her heel against his forehead, pushing him back as best she could. "Unh-uh," she pant, catching her breath.

He snarled, glaring up at her from under her foot.

"You don't get to play there," she bit her lip as he shoved her foot away.

He caught his breath as well, shallow and ragged from the play fight. He climbed back up her, tearing away the nightgown completely and running his hand up her. He silently moved, kissing her chest and neck, dragging his tongue against her hot skin.

She moaned in response, grabbing his face and kissing him. She pressed close to his body as the heat grew in their kiss. He would kiss back and she would open up a little more for him. She pulled back once to look into his eyes and then she reached down, taking him into her hand.

"What are you-" He trembled slightly as she guided him to her entrance. He watched her face, making sure there was no mistaking her actions. "Are you sure?"

Belle's cheeks were flushed, lips full and red. "I know it's what I've promised you." She pressed the head of his cock against her entrance. "Be gentle," she whispered and she began to tremble slightly.

He kissed her back, moving silently from then. He opened up her thighs and placed himself between them. He looked down at her. She was nervous but willing, meeting his eyes and wanting comfort. He cupped her cheek and rubbed his thumb against her lips. She took it gladly, licking it and kissing it as he slowly pressed inside. Belle gasped, back arching and eyes squeezing shut. He pushed in a little more, feeling her stretch around him.

She whimpered, her hands gripping and clawing at him, holding onto him for dear life. He watched as he disappeared inside her, finally pushing all the way to the hilt. He stilled, watching her and making sure she wasn't hurt.

She looked at him, small tears in the corners of her eyes. She reached down between them, feeling where he was inside her.

"Mnh," she swallowed.

He stroked her face. "Are you in pain?"

She shook her head. "Is it tight?" She mewled.

He chuckled, "yes, but in a very good way."

Belle bit her lip, "then why aren't you moving?" She wriggled a bit.

He kissed her again, moving so his cock pulled back. She moaned against him, gripping onto his back again. He pushed deep inside her again, hitting all the way back inside.

Belle pant softly, it felt so strange but at the same time really good. His cock stuffing her full, stretching her. The ridges along his cock felt as good inside as they did out.

She nodded to him, "It's ok to go faster."

He nodded, moving his hips now, pumping inside her slowly, still waiting for some sign she wasn't ready. But she moved as well, her hips undulating, trying to find her own pleasure.

He thrust deep inside and she cried out a bit, gripping his shoulder hard. "Not so-" she moaned softly as he pulled out slowly then thrust back in hard. "Mnh!"

The beast lowered down, pressing his lips to her neck. "Does it hurt, my Belle?"

Belle trembled when he said that, tears pearling at the corners of her eyes. "A little," she admitted, petting his ribs.

"I promise to be tender." The beast breathed. He looked down, examining his cock go inside of her.

Her narrow walls clinging to him, grabbing him. He felt the tip of his cock touch all the way back inside of her and he stalled, feeling her ripple all around him, feeling how new she was, enjoying the sensation of being her first. Every inch of his flesh burned thinking about this, every inch of skin completely belonging to her now. He pulled out of her and then thrust in again, faster than before. Belle whimpered, but it felt better than before. She grasped onto him, the closeness of his skin bringing her some relief.

"From now on you must stay forever at my side," He whispered darkly as he began moving his hips. His cock going in and out smoothly. "Or I will kill you."

Belle looked back into his eyes. "I know you will," she whispered back, "my beast."

The sound of her sweet voice saying something like that enthralled him and he claimed her mouth, tasting her sweet lips. His hips moved faster making Belle's body shake with each thrust. Belle held onto him, crying out loudly somewhere between afraid and enthralled. He began to snarl and growl, hungry and wild noises in her ear.

"Anh-" Belle had fresh tears run down her cheeks, "Beast!"

She felt a hot liquid gush inside. It burned for a moment and then seemed to melt throughout her flesh. The beast rolled his hips a few more times, his cock throbbing deep inside. He breathed hard and fell down beside her, a hand clasping her breast. He kissed her again and again and again. He pulled her into his arms, wrapping her up tightly. She liked his soft kisses and she liked him holding her as she cried.

"Are you alright?" He asked, touching her wet cheeks.

Belle nodded. "I'm fine, really."

He wiped away her tears. "You're crying though."

"They aren't bad tears," she murmured. She kissed his palm and cupped it to her cheek. "I didn't plan this on going as wonderfully as it did." She pinched her thighs together, feeling his seed dripping out slightly. "I should clean up."

He shook his head, cupping his hand between her legs and kneading her mound. She gasped, feeling sensitive from having him inside her. "I-I don't mind washing," she mewled.

"You rewarded me when I hurt you," he growled. "Doesn't seem fair."

"It's not like that," she fussed.

He picked her up, carrying her into the bath she had used before. She clung to his neck, not wanting to be left alone then.

He eased into the waters with her, holding her in his lap. She relaxed then, cuddling to his chest and hearing his heart still beating wildly.

His hand massaged back between her legs again and she melted, sighing and leaning fully against him. "Y-you don't need to do that." She squeaked as he pushed a finger inside and she clamped around it. He swirled it around inside, feeling her trembled around him. If he was not already spent he'd fuck her all over again.

He pulled his finger out and tapped on her clit, rubbing and touching softly.

"Mnh," Belle bit her lip. "How do you know how to do that so well?" She rested her head against his shoulder.

He cupped his hand around her mouth, kissing her neck and shoulder as he felt her begin to come undone. She moaned against his hand, her body tightening and relaxing a few times before she laid limp against his chest.

"Better?" He growled at her.

She nodded slowly. "I feel like I'm melting."

He laughed, "it'll get better once you get used to me."

Belle sighed softly. "I feel a little sore." She murmured. "I don't know if I could do that again." She pressed her lips to his ears. "You're an awfully big boy."

He snarled, "don't say that."

Belle giggled and rested against him again. "My beast," she repeated the words that had made his heart feel new, unwounded.

He squeezed her tightly and bit the tip of her ear. "Don't say that," he growled softly. "Unless I'm inside you."

"Part of you still is," Belle teased sleepily.

After the bath, he carried Belle back to bed and laid next to her. He laid down, turning his back to her, a slight pain of guilt tearing away at him. Her arms wrapped around him then, cuddling to his back and tangling her legs with his. He scoffed then, turning around and holding her in return.

"I'll eat you in the morning," he murmured as he buried his face in her hair.

"That's fine," Belle yawned, his arms tightening around her.