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They had a little row this morning. Adam sometimes struggled with how to be human. Being a beast for such a long time... it didn't go without a trace, and so he had punched the wall, but instead of getting his fist stuck to it, as it may have happened before, he made a bloody mess of his fingers.
Belle judged it a forgivable sin. Never had he raised hand against her or the servants. But when his feelings cooked high, he had to leave them... somewhere. She would teach him better ways of dealing with them later, but for now the best she could do was take care of the broken skin and probably nicked bones.
Adam was grateful and sheepish about it. “I'm sorry, it just...”
Belle waved it away. “What I don't get is... why you got so angry in the first place.”
“We were talking about women...” he implied, as if that would explain everything.
“Yes?”
“About...” He looked away, scanning the wall to avoid looking at her. “You know.”
“Intimacy?”
His knuckles groaned, and so did he, when the injured hand protested. “Damn. Yes. That.”
Belle frowned in confusion, but couldn't quite find the right way to put the question. But sometimes silence was the best strategy anyway. Just waiting and waiting, until the silence gaped into an abyss that had to be filled.
“I... you know... I was a child. And... I never quite got around to... it...” He looked so beaten, it was heartbreaking.
“That's all?” Belle smiled doubtfully. “You are...”
“Yes,” he interrupted sharply, before she could speak it. “I wouldn't know how to... please you.”
No man in the village had ever, ever put it like that. It was all about how big they were, and how they would pound a girl as if she was a piece of crafts and not a human being. It was all she needed to hear to know she had made the right decision. He was for her, and he was perfect. “I'll teach you.”
“Now?” His lips were a thin line and muscles silently twitched under his skin, everywhere.
Belle hesitated. She would have prepared to let him heal properly first. But that was not an option now. Some chances were only there once. “Sure.”
She asked him to undress and he did, without vanity or pretentiousness. He was worried though. He still hadn't fully realized his monstrous days were over. “Do... do you like it?” It.. as if his body didn't even belong to him.
“I like you. Very much.” She leaned closer, holding the candle in her hand above him to get a better look at the handsome body presented to her, when a few droplets of wax fell, right onto his chest.
Belle wanted to apologize immediately, but before she could Adam moaned, barely audibly, but so enticingly. A blush rose in his cheeks, as he caught her staring, but he could offer no explanation, just: “It felt... good.”
Belle peeled the wax off and when she found his skin below unblemished, smiled wickedly. “Good?”
Adam nodded, swallowing again and again.
Belle nodded too. “I want you to lie down. Trust me. We can do this, and it will be good. Together.”
She could see his unease, but in one thing he truly was like every other man she had ever known. He couldn't back down. He draped himself on the bed and looked up to her, as she straddled him, carefully placing his half-hard dick so that she could feel it, and he could feel her body rubbing against it.
When she reached for the candlestick, he flinched, but held still again immediately, smiling up to her with this uneasy twitch that could mean anything.
Belle tilted the candle, and a thick blob of wax dripped down, sprinkling his chest with white liquid that cooled into solid form fast.
Adam jerked, moaning again and looking utterly embarrassed by the fact that he couldn't stop it.
“More?” she asked, and he nodded, though anxiously.
She dribbled another generous portion down and by now his dick reacted too, stiffening and thickening against her. He was... in all honesty there was one thing about him that still counted as monstrous. Maybe it was for the best that she would control depth and pace. But then again... it looked tempting, hard, and big and smooth.
She exhaled nervously, then lifted herself of the bed, just enough so she could place him.
Adam caught up with what she was doing and helped her, wrapping his big hands around her waist to keep her in balance. The rest he left to her, looking utterly mesmerized.
Belle started to sink down and gasped. He was big. But he was also... incredible. Calm as he waited for her she could bid her time, slowly getting used to him, as he spread her wide.
It seemed almost too much, when she reached the lowest point, but only almost... only almost. She rose again and at the same time dribbled another gob of wax down. It hit him right at his nipple, and he arched, thrusting into her helplessly.
Oh... that was... Belle repeated the process. Not just once or twice. Soon his chest was mottled with streaks of wax, criss-crossing all over his body. By then Belle couldn't pay much attention to the candle any more. Which was just as well, she wouldn't have known, where to put more wax. She quickly put it away, caring just enough not to drop it and cause a fire, before she started to ride him properly.
“Move...” was all she could tell him but by then maybe he had gotten the hang of it. His hip rolled with hers, pushing up, when she pushed down, fusing and parting in their own, hypnotic rhythm. Up and down, in and out, it didn't matter how big he was, or how inexperienced, it didn't matter that she wasn't exactly a slut herself. They had found their way, and this was working.
More than working, Belle only realized, when suddenly her body tensed, twitching in a pace beyond her control. She fell against him and couldn't wind up the strength to push herself up again, which was just as well, as she could feel him twitch too... pumping his seed into her willing body.
At another time she might have been angry that he didn't have the wits to pull out in time. But Adam didn't know how. Didn't know when.
Given that he was so different, so much better than other men, it didn't have to be a bad thing. He would marry her, that much was for sure. So why worry? She choose to savour it instead, and one day, when they would have children, she would teach them properly.