Cursed Creatures: Chapter Three

The curtains were pulled back, a small bit of light cutting across her face. She moaned and sighed, rolling over and covering her head with one of the many pillows. "Just a little more, Pearl. I'll be up in a moment." She mumbled sleepily.

The blankets were slowly tugged away and she complained quietly. "I said-" she felt his hand on her thigh and she sat up with a fright. His other hand clasped around her mouth and forced her back down.

"I've decided what to do with you this morning," he snarled. "So just stay still."

Belle nodded, looking over him. He was naked beside her so she was able to glance at him and see what he was made of. His chest was large and strong, he looked like a solid wall. His arms were as thick as trunks and for some reason, it made her heart hammer excitedly.

He laid down beside her, his chest to her back. His cock rubbed against her ass and thigh. His hand wrapped around her waist, controlling her body and moving it to his will. His hand around her mouth released and he growled into her ear, breathing heavily as he rubbed against her.

She bit her lip, feeling his girth and size. She wondered if she could survive being impaled by such a thing. But she slowly reached down between her thighs and pulled his cock towards her.

"Am I to be a whore, this morning?" She trembled.

He growled, pushing her face down into the pillows, her ass high up into the air. "I said, remain still!" He snarled, thrusting his cock between her thighs and sliding along her slit.

Belle found this to be quite enjoyable in a surprising turn. The head of his dick would hit pleasantly against her bud and then pull back against her dewy slit. The friction of the bumps along the top-side of his cock caused immense pleasure.

Soon, she was dripping wet. Her pink lips drooling over his cock as he used her as his personal toy. He growled, and she could feel his cock beginning to throb.

He threw her onto her back again, his cum gushing over her breasts and lips. Belle opened her mouth, taking in as much as he gave and licking it up. She sat up as he pulled away, her hand sliding between her thighs. He had gotten her excited and needing.

He pushed her back again. "I told you to remain still!" He roared. "I'm not done with you!"

Belle gasped."Y-yes, lord."

He snarled, mocking her slightly under his breath. He opened her thighs again and inspected her closely, his fingers prying her open and petting her dripping folds. "Will you still offer this body to me today for one more day of life?"

Belle nodded. "But you said today you would eat me."

He sniffed, shrugging. "I had breakfast, so I'll save you for tomorrow." He continued to watch her pussy. He watched her cum ooze out as she grew more excited. He bit back a smile and he looked up at Belle, meeting her hazy eyes.

"Are you a virgin, Belle?" The Beast asked.

Belle blushed, turning her head away She hid her face behind her palm, he had already done so much to her and yet this caused her embarrassment.

"I have never known a man, lord, but in order to go through with my plans I prepared myself." She glanced back at him shyly. "But I wasn't prepared enough." She glanced down at his spent cock then back to him. "I didn't have anything to match you."

He smirked, pleased and smug. "I suppose you wouldn't be." He chuckled. He cupped her mound in his palm and kneaded it. "You're an awful sticky fruit," he snarled. "Lots of juice."

"I have...I have always been that way, lord." Belle mewled, her back arching as he touched her more.

He lifted her rear up, holding her so he could lick her up easily. Belle pant, gripping onto the sheets as his long, thick tongue entered her. It felt so strange but so good. "Lord-" she pant softly.

He growled, suckling upon her. His tongue buried deep, his nose rutting against her aching clit.

"Oh...oh lord!" Belle cried out. "I-I can't hold back!" She cried out, a thick gush of her cream reward him, coating his tongue and lips. Another gush squirted out as he pulled back. He grinned wickedly, laying her back against the bed.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her eyes glazed over and her mouth hung open.

"You're quite the apt little whore," He snarled.

Her eyes slowly moved towards him. "You nearly made me faint-" she pant. "I can't move."

He crawled on top of her, pinning her to the bed. "Now is the best time to eat you then," he snarled, showing her all his sharp teeth.

She reached up slowly, her limbs and mind sluggish. "If it pleases you," she pant, raising up enough to kiss him. "My lord,"

The beast was stunned, slowly moving to her kiss, her lips soft and warm. She tasted sweet. He growled, nipping her lip as she pressed closer to him. He pulled back suddenly and leaped away, leaving her side rushed.

Belle lay there, still panting and rolling in the waves. She closed her eyes, touching her lips gently. She wanted more of this beast, a hunger she had inside suddenly awake.

When she was able to move again she found food waiting for her. A tray filled with some of the most lovely food she had ever seen. She stuffed herself full, she had worked up such a ravenous appetite. But as she licked her fingers she began to wonder who left it. She had not heard anyone enter her room. Did the Beast bring it? Surely not.

As she finished she saw clothes laid out on the bed. Now those had never been there before! She searched the room, looking for some sign of entrance. But her door hadn't budged, she was sure the Beast had locked it as he left. She inspected the clothes, she had never seen a fabric like it. It felt so soft and light, and the color of dark rubies. She put it on, finding it fit her better than anything she had ever worn. It was so comfortable and perfect, she was sure then it was all magic.

Belle wondered what to do with herself. There was not much in this room for her. A vanity and table, the bed she had barely left, and an empty bookshelf. Well, the Beast was unused to company, what use did he have keeping even these few things around?

She glanced out the window, seeing storm clouds in the distance and below the palace grounds. An empty garden and a lifeless fountain.

She pulled back, deciding perhaps to try the door. On her first try, it opened. She stepped out into the dark hallway and looked around. It was so cold and empty, was this really a palace or a tomb? She stepped down the hall, hearing things like whispers and footsteps but never seeing anything or anyone.

Most of the doors along her way were locked, and the few that weren't were mostly empty rooms with furniture covered by sheets. She walked into one such room, uncovering mainly statues and art. She looked over one painting of a beautiful woman with dark hair and the most haunting eyes.

"It is a shame you are hidden," she murmured to the painting before moving on, going deeper into the room and pulling back the sheet on a piano. She smiled, finding something she could make of use.

She stood behind it, testing the keys and finding it remarkably in tune. "Pearl would want me to continue practicing." She tried a few more keys before deciding on a tune, playing something she had memorized long ago.

For a moment, it felt nice to return to something routine. Something she had once hated and avoided when she could.

She stopped, hearing footsteps again she covered the piano back with a sheet and ducked underneath, hiding. She didn't want to get caught and punished. If she angered him enough he might actually eat her this time.

As the door opened she held her breath and watched his feet from under the slit of the sheet. She cupped her hand over her mouth, waiting and watching as he moved slowly inside. He stopped and she thought for sure she had been spotted.

She nearly screamed when he roared, she hit the floor when she heard wood splinter and something rip loudly. She trembled, hearing things clatter and flutter to the ground before the door slammed shut and reverberated back open.

She lay shaking and silent on the cold floor for a long time before she found the courage to slip back out. She whimpered, a splinter sticking into her palm.

Looking across the floor she saw the painting shattered and ripped apart. She sucked the splinter loose, fresh blood spilling rather freely. She left quickly, hoping to return unnoticed to her room. She didn't know how long she had been in that room, but she felt as if it were dark already.

A door ahead of her suddenly opened and she stopped, nowhere to hide. Light spilled out, but no one with it. She tiptoed quietly, peeking inside. The room was welcoming and warm and she smelled something delicious inside.

"I smell blood," he growled from within.

She winced, stepping back. She clutched her hand and stood still in the doorway.

He turned in his chair and looked back at her. "Don't just stand there."

She made her way inside, standing by his chair and looking up at him. "Lord," she nodded and clutched her hurt hand to her chest. "Forgive me," she started before he even said anything. "I was bored just sitting in my room, and my door was unlocked so I figured it would be fine if I looked around what is to be...I mean if my lord so allows it of me, to be my home."

He looked at her, his hand cupping her leg and moving up her hip. "I've never seen you in clothes." He realized. He then grabbed her hand and looked over it. He sniffed, bringing his nose to her palm and then this thick, black tongue lapped over the wound.

"Mnh," she moaned softly, suddenly. It felt nice but at the same time, she felt afraid. Fresh blood could make him hungry, she thought. He'll eat me.

He pushed her hand back, licking his chops as he watched her. His eyes flashed for a moment, the gold darker than what she remembered. He then patted his lap, "sit here, little whore."

She sighed in relief, even if it was embarrassing at least he wasn't calling her meal. He did as he commanded, climbing into his lap and sitting there properly. He was solid and so big. She thought again how easily it would be for him to crush her like a grape. Tear her to pieces. Devour her with one gulp. She swallowed nervously, swaying a bit. She braced her hand against him suddenly, her palm landing on his crotch.

"Oh!" She pulled back, cheeks flushed bright red. "Excuse me, lord," she looked up at him through thick lashes. "I slipped was all."

He scoffed at her. "You blush as though you've not had my cock in your mouth before." He growled, pushing his thumb into her mouth.

He whined against him, gripping onto his wrist and trying to push him away. "Mnh," she pushed his thumb out with her tongue. "Did you wash those claws?" She blushed more, looking away.

He scoffed, sipping amber liquid from a glass. The liquid smelled sweet and warm. "You're the one who needs a bath," his hand clamped around her waist. "You've not washed since all the times I've had you."

Her breath hitched. "I do need one." She reached for the glass in his hand bravely. "Unless you're seasoning me." He took a sip from his drink, feeling warmth flood her body. "Mmnh," she shivered a bit with how much she liked it, how it burned her throat and made her nostrils flare.

The Beast smirked watching her, his hand around her waist squeezing slightly, his claws pulling up her skirt and revealing her plump thighs. "Perhaps I should bathe you. But maybe I should make you earn it first."

She hiccuped a bit as she gulped down the rest of the cup. "I..." She bit her lip. If she wanted to live she would have to please him. "I will do as you please, lord." She glanced up at him. "I promise."

He pushed her slightly, making her stand up and turn to face him. "You said you have never had a man before," he tilted his head. "Yet you prepared for me."

She nodded bashfully. "Yes, lord." She murmured, pinching her thighs together tightly. "My sisters helped me," she admitted. "At least, they gave me things to read and hints and-" she bit her lip. "Then again, we had no idea what you would be like. I had no idea if you would accept my offer."

He reached out, cupping her cheek, his claws gently brushing through her hair. "I am a monster after all, how could you prepare fully?"

She glanced back. "But you are a man," she replied, trembling as he touched her so gently. "You can't deny that, my lord."

Beast's hands roamed down her body, feeling her curves and softness through the dress. He licked his lips again and stood up, grabbing her arm and dragging her along with him.

He pulled her into a room full of steam, the sound of rushing water reaching her. He pulled her before him, taking the dress off over her head. He then picked her up and set her roughly in hot water. She yelped, grabbing at his arms and hands as he pulled way.

"Bathe yourself." He growled. "But don't take too long," he snarled in return as he turned away from her. "I expect you clean and in my chambers." He walked away from her, shutting the door as he left.

Belle stared after him, wondering what had just happened. She eased slowly into the hot water and sighed, every ache and nerve melting away in the bath. She dunked underneath, wetting her hair. She gasped back to the surface, seeing a small tray of soaps and oils laid out for her. Another something that hadn't been there before.

The soaps were wonderful, amazing scents that made her feel like a real lady. Her hair became so silky and soft, her waves seeming to tighten and form actual curls. The oils she rubbed into her skin made her feel so young again, her cheeks rosy and dewy, her lips fuller and softer. Her skin glowing with health.

"I do look lovely," she sighed as she preened and posed before a mirror. "Perhaps my lord will see how truly beautiful I am and wish to marry me." She then snorted and threw her head back laughing.

She quieted herself and braided her hair quickly. She put on a softer than silk robe and walked out of the bathroom. She peered inside, seeing the sitting room she had been in before. He had said to go to his quarters, but where were they exactly?

She found a glass sitting on the table full of the amber liquid. She took it, holding the glass meant for his large hands between her two small ones. She sipped slowly on it, taking her time and enjoying feeling clean and warm and bubbly.

She sighed softly, dancing before the fireplace, spinning and then seeing a door that hadn't been there at all. She glanced around. The room had changed some as well. She looked at the glass and finished it, slamming it back on the table.

She slowly walked through the new door into a dark room. It was warm at least, and there was a nice smell to it. Something...intimate and alluring, she couldn't put her finger what it was. But she did wish to bury her nose in it.

"You took your time," the beast growled.

Belle sighed, the amber drink making her feel less afraid, braver. "I know what you want from me. Men are always willing to wait for it." She hiccuped softly and made her way forward, grasping onto the post of his bed.

"How do you know what I want?" He asked. "You've known me two days."

"And all you've done with me is cum." She slipped and fell onto his bed, a pile of furs and pillows and softness catching her. "What should I think?" She stretched out, fanning herself a bit.

He opened up her robe, tugging it away and throwing it aside. "You're the one who offered this arrangement," he growled, his breath close to her flesh now, making her nervous again. "I'll admit, it has been nice being able to take some advantage." His hands petting down her body. "No one has dared offer."

She took a deep breath. "And you've never taken without it being offered?"

He scoffed. "I'd rather just eat someone."

She reached up slowly, touching his face and running her fingers along his jaw and neck. "I don't want to die," she admitted, shaking. "Please, let me live," her hands gripped at his chest. "Even if it means I am your whore."

He scoffed. "You drank too much," He dipped down, his cool breath on her neck as he kissed and licked.

Belle's hand touched the back of his neck, rubbed the small ridge and bumps there. Why was he being so gentle? Before he had always just snapped and taken what he wanted from her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him as lovingly as she would her family. "Lord," she mewled. "Hold me."

He growled, biting her shoulder. "I command you," his arm slipped around her waist anyways, pressing her to his broad chest.

Belle sighed in relief, squeezing him harder, "Yes, lord." She nuzzled his neck, burying herself in that alluring scent. She took pleasure in running her hands down his back, so soft and smooth. The coolness of his skin felt even colder compared to the heat of the bath. She nuzzled more to him, his strong arms a comfort instead of a slight dread.

"My lord is so cold," she hugged closer, feeling a dull beat in his chest. "But his skin feels so nice." She slumped slightly.

The drink and bath were flooding her head, making her hazy and comforted in his strong arms. She sighed one last time, going limp in his arms as she drifted to sleep.