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It's a beautiful spring day and Belle and Beast are strolling through the garden.
"Oh, could we go the other way?" Belle has wrapped her arm around his forearm and is pulling on his paw.
"But there's nothing else..." Beast stops, somewhat reluctantly. "Come on, the sun will be setting soon. We should go back and warm up with a cup of tea."
"But..." Belle looks curiously at the large bushes where a small path seems to lead. What else could there be?"
"How about a good book from the library?" Beast smiles at her. That seems to change Belle's mind, especially when a cool breeze from the trees blows briskly around her neck.
"You're right." She giggles, snuggling into his side and Beast wraps his cloak around her. Her closeness makes his heart beat faster and his thoughts race. But first, the book... and tea...
It is long after dark and slowly all the remaining lights in the castle go out and the last servants go to bed.
Madame Armoire slumbers peacefully, humming in her sleep. Belle takes a deep breath and crawls out of bed. She wraps herself in her dressing gown and slips into her slippers. That's all she needs. The night isn't that cold, and she doesn't want to be gone too long anyway.
But curiosity drives her out. What's beyond that path?
She takes her lamp with her, but only lights it when she has slipped out of the castle's service entrance. No one seems to have noticed her.
With quick steps and a pounding heart - for she is actually doing something without having asked the Beast - but the adventure is too tempting and scintillating.
She turns at the spot where she has stood with Beast in the afternoon, but now the path looks so dark, and the supposed passage behind it so dark and gloomy. Belle lifts the lamp and cautiously creeps forward. She walks through the bushes, her dressing gown rustling against the branches, and a few steps further on she sees it.
The beautiful garden house, which looks like a miniature version of the castle.
She has read about it. A hidden building like this is called a "pleasure palace". It is said that noblemen meet their mistresses there to make love in secret. How frivolous. What's in there today?
Curiosity makes Belle's heart leap, and she goes to the entrance, which is not even locked. She opens the elegantly decorated door and enters cautiously. Everything is dark and she lifts the lamp.
It is a room as large as the drawing room in the castle where she so often sits and reads with Beast. The windows are lined with heavy brocade curtains, and a large, elegant, chaise longue stands freely in the centre of the room. It is only now that Belle realises that the room is oval in shape, and in one of the curves there is a majestic bed, draped in silk curtains. This has a strange effect on Belle, and she walks towards the bed, curious to see what the curtains feel like. Everything is so soft and the fabric between her fingers makes Belle realise that this must be a place of flattery and tenderness. She feels a throbbing in her chest that has nothing to do with her earlier excitement. She lifts the curtain to her cheek and a soft moan escapes her throat. Involuntarily, she snuggles deeper into the fabric. She holds the lamp away from the delicate material and the warm glow illuminates the room even more.
Belle lets go of the curtain when she spots a painting on the wall that she must have a closer look at. With her mouth open, she holds the lamp closer and lets out a muffled gasp, accompanied by a stunned giggle.
It was an antique portrait of two people, a man, and a woman, both half naked. She is lying on the bed with her legs spread and he is thrusting his penis into her. Belle squints her eyes, and her free hand unconsciously reaches for her breast. The woman smiles, her hands on her chest, and the man lets his head fall back on his neck, his hips pushed forward.
It is a picture of pleasure....
Belle takes a deep breath and turns away a little to discover another picture next to it.
Another man and a woman. Her dress is unbuttoned at the front, revealing her breasts. She is holding on to the bedpost and behind her is a man, dressed but with his trousers down. He holds up her skirt, his penis ready to penetrate his partner. Belle tilts her head to the side and notices that the man is staring at the woman's backside while she looks back and seems to be waiting for him.
It is a picture of desire...
Belle quickly turns to the next painting. She lets out a little cry at this one. The man is standing at a table, without trousers. The woman is kneeling in front of him in her nightdress, with his penis in her mouth. He has his eyes closed and she is looking up at him, holding his cock and his hips.
It is a picture of lust...
Belle licks her lips absentmindedly.
How might that feel?
She closes her eyes for a moment and shakes her head slightly, because she can't help but think of Beast right now. Does he know this room? What would he look like if he didn't wear trousers? Would he want to do this?
Belle is stunned for a moment. These are passionate depictions, and although she knows that the Church teaches that physical love should be reserved for married couples, she cannot see anything wrong in them. Whether these couples are married or not is not important to her. They all look like they are just enjoying each other, and what they are doing.
The young woman knows the feeling of longing, the desire for tenderness for example when she reads something romantic. She has often discovered erotic scenes in a book. The books that are usually shelved on the top floor. Then she would feel a tingling sensation between her legs and secretly imagine what it would be like if she were the girl in the book...
And when the memory overtook her, when she was all alone... yes, she tried... stroking herself. Not that it wasn't nice... but what it would be like to have someone with her... someone she liked and who made her heart jump...
She turns off the lamp and lies down on the chaise longue. This is a secret place and who knows what has happened here. She chuckles a little... wondering if Beast used to have someone here with him .... She can't imagine.
Just as Belle wonders if she shouldn't go back to the castle, she hears a growling grunt and footsteps from outside.
She is startled. She knows these grunts.
Beast!
She can't go out the door now because she'd walk straight into his arms and just imagining how angry he could get makes Belle's mind race with what she can possibly say to him.
"I was just curious... oh, and I love the art...?"
Belle scurries behind one of the thick brocade curtains at the edge of the nearest window and presses herself against the wall. Then all she can do is wait. Maybe Beast is out for a night stroll and won't come in here after all?
But the door opens, and Beast lets it fall into the lock with a crash. Grumbling to himself, he goes to the bedside table and lights a candle. He turns to the bedpost and leans against it, resting his head on his arm. He is breathing heavily, and Belle is worried about what might be wrong with him. Is he ill? But then there is not a gasp, but a whimper. Belle's heart begins to beat wildly and her stomach jumps. What is it?
"Oh Belle..."
What?!
"Why... why did you come here?"
Belle holds her breath. Can he see her? Why doesn't he come over and yell at her? But Beast is breathing heavily and seems to be talking to himself in a kind of dream?
"You are so beautiful... and so lovable... but how could you love me..."
Belle can't move her hand for fear of the curtain moving, but she longs to wrap her arms around herself as she feels her heart nearly bursting. Is he whimpering because of her?
"I can't stop thinking about you... how it would be if we were husband and wife... how you would lie with me..."
Oh...
"I desire you so much."
Oh... ohhh....
"Yes, please... come, lie with me..."
Beast begins to rub himself, his paw holding his penis, which grows larger and larger as he touches it. Belle can't restrain her mortifying curiosity and peers cautiously between the curtains. What she sees makes her stomach flutter and her blood rush to her ears. Beast crawls onto the bed, panting, the bed groaning under his weight and frantic movements.
"Here we are alone... no one can hear us or see us... .... Yes.... Oh, my sweet Belle... come, sit on me... oh yes, yes, you ride me so well... how sweet you feel to me."
Belle has to swallow to keep from gasping aloud as the realisation hits her. Beast is dreaming of having sex with her... Oh, so then he sneaks off to this place at night so that no one will notice.
She should be blushing with shame, but the heat she feels on her face is something else. She senses her body vibrating, her feet kicking apart almost imperceptibly, spreading her legs a little. What would it be like to sit on him so that he could really make love to her?
Surely, she would hardly fit on him, as big as he is. But then she sees the wounded beast in front of her and how she helped him tend to his wounds. Couldn't she help him in the same way?
Belle can't move so as not to draw attention to herself, and she doesn't want to embarrass Beast. But she can't help herself and her hands clasp her body, not realising how attracted she is to Beast's moans and how he rubs his penis with quick movements until he spurts his semen with loud gasps. Beast breathes heavily and continues to rub himself for a while, Belle's name on his lips. Then he stops, lifts his nostrils into the air and jumps off the bed. He stops within inches of Belle's hiding place, snorting loudly.
Belle closes her eyes and gulps. Caught...!
Beast doesn't pull the curtain aside, but literally rips it from the rail, sending the massive fabric flying across the room. Belle screams in horror and throws up her arms.
"Beast... please!"
"What are you doing here?!" His voice is a clenched calm, though not loud and rumbling as it was when he caught her in the West Wing weeks ago.
"I... I was curious... wanted to know what lay beyond that path... Oh, dear Beast... I'm sorry..." Belle doesn't know what to say and claps her hands in front of her face again. "I didn't mean to spy on you... you surprised me, so I hid... I'm so sorry."
Beast stares at her, then turns silently and walks to the bedpost.
"I'm sorry. You must be horrified by what you witnessed..."
Belle listens and takes a step closer. "No... oh no, it's not like that..."
"Don't lie to me. A girl like you... well, and look at me here..."
"What do you mean, a girl like me?" Belle tilts her head and asks, irritated.
"You are so decent, so pure and lovely."
"Thank you... but that's not quite true..." Belle presses her lips together and steps closer again, realising after the initial shock that Beast is ashamed of himself, and not angry with her. She wrings her hands. "I know the feeling of lust... and this room... it's... entrancingly beautiful."
"What?" Beast croaks, befuddled, turning his head to at least look at her without fully exposing his body. She's seen it all before, but like this... like this, it's awkward...
"Yes..." Belle takes another step closer and puts a hand on Beast's paw on the bedpost, feeling him tense at her touch. It's still warm from his earlier pleasure, even a little damp... it doesn't disgust Belle, but reminds her of what a male genital is capable of at the height of orgasm. "I find these images tantalising... and I was wondering..."
"What... what were you wondering?!"
Beast's eyes flash and he feels his heart racing and the wild excitement of standing in this room with Belle makes his blood rush and unfortunately his giant cock is aroused... even though it shouldn't be... but Belle doesn't seem to be frightened. She looks him up and down with wide, curious, shimmering eyes, seeming to like what she sees as her hand squeezes his paw as she licks her lips.
"I wondered what it would be like if you touched me... or if I touched you in that way...?"
Beast swallows hard, his erection throbbing already, but Belle doesn't shy away. He can feel her curiosity, how she wants to know, and his voice cracks with tension.
"It would certainly be heaven on earth for me, but for you...?"
"Shall we find out? Please, let me touch you. If you like it, I know it can only be good."
"Belle... I..."
"You're aroused..."
"Yes."
"'Me too.
Belle loosens the ribbon of her dressing gown, which floats to the floor like fairy dust, and then she stands there in her nightgown, like the woman in the picture, and she reaches for the quivering upright cock, trembling a little herself now. It is so thick, so hard and hot. She grasps it as best she can and moves closer again, placing her free hand on Beast's chest.
"Is that good?"
Beast can't answer her, because the feel of her delicate little hand on his dick can only be a dream, and if he dares to open his eyes, she could be gone. He groans with unbridled lust and nods.
"Amazing... just... amazing..."
Belle feels so brave, so oblivious to time and space. To see Beast standing so free in front of her, the corners of his jaw twitching with excitement and his nostrils flared as his penis grows harder and harder in her rubbing motion. Belle feels her blood boil, her stomach flip, and her heart pound in her throat. The image... she catches a glimpse of it in the candlelight and, like the girl, she sinks to her knees without thinking. She takes the pulsating length in both hands and kisses its shiny, round head. It is wet, a film of semen moistening the tender skin and Belle licks it tentatively with her tongue, the beast's sighing moans flooded with desire. She kisses the pink flesh and licks him lovingly. Then she opens her mouth and lets her lips slide over the sensitive skin. Beast lets his paw stroke her head and her name comes over his muzzle in a desperate whisper. "Belle... Oh... yes..."
Belle loves that hot moan. She can't explain it, but she wants to hear it louder. If she takes more into her mouth, maybe he'll let out a roar?
With a gurgling gulp she takes more of him in her mouth. Something is happening. The hot skin that fills her up throbs and vibrates against her cheeks and throat. The throbbing presses down her back, through her stomach and straight into her vagina. Belle moans and sucks on the hot penis in her mouth. With each suck, the pleasure between her legs intensifies and she moans as her hips jiggle lustfully. Now she runs her mouth up and down, the hot member sliding like coal past her lips and the sperm film mixes with her saliva which drips down Belle's throat. She takes a breath and lets Beast slide out with a wet smack, just as she notices that her jaw hurts from the spread.
"Belle. That was incredible..."
"Beast... I love it... glad it's good for you!"
"And how. Come on... I want to do something special for you too."
Beast lifts her up and lays her on the bed, pulling her nightgown over her legs and spreading them wide open. "How wet you are and how good you smell." He opens his nostrils and sniffs at her skin. "That aroused?"
"Beast... it almost hurts."
"I know..."
Without another word, Beast begins to lick her moist folds with his warm tongue, carefully and tenderly. The touch almost drives Belle mad, the feeling of wet warmth on her flushed skin is more than she ever dreamed of.
"Beast..." she puts one hand over her mouth and grabs the first thing she can get hold of with the other. His paw on her hip. "Beast... this is so nice... It feels so good."
"Yes... I want you to feel good, my sweet Belle!"
His tongue now caresses her folds even more intimately and he strokes her clit, making Belle hiss softly. She seems to like it too and so he continues to fondle the bud, circling the tip of his tongue over the swelling skin, his nostrils blowing warm air against her sensitive spot. Belle is now whimpering softly and Beast's ears twitch in anticipation.
"Are you all right?"
"She nods silently, grabbing at his horns, which hover above her belly like two pillars, seemingly holding her in place. "Please... do as you wish... find me open and free before you."
Beast can't believe the excitement flowing through him, and even less the excitement he hears in Belle with all his beastly senses. She is truly open, her slit dripping with lust and her legs open to his desire.
He tilts his head and slides his tongue deep inside her, penetrating her almost to the hilt, filling her wet, silky cave, then circling and lapping his tongue inside her. Belle's gurgling moans almost drive him wild, only her trembling hands on his horns reminding him of her delicate nature and that she is not built like a beast. He licks her inner skin, running his rough tongue in and out, twisting it slightly as he penetrates, tickling Belle. Her legs tremble and her voice quivers with pleasure.
"Yes... oh Beast... yes... I... ohhh.... I .... Hmmmmm...."
Two or three more strokes of the beast's tongue and Belle comes with gushing outpourings as he licks up her sweet orgasm with a gurgle of pleasure.
"Hmmmm delicious!"
With her legs still fully open and her nakedness shamelessly exposed, Beast could admire her all night. She is so beautiful and smells so good. But as Belle writhes and reaches for his paw, something in Beast awakens, something that reminds him that his cock longs to penetrate that loveliness. His fear of hurting her is calmed by his inner coupling instinct, by his natural care for his mate. And Belle's eyes reveal that she is waiting for him, her voice a trembling plea.
"Beast... will you fill what you have prepared?"
"Belle... you are so tender... so irresistibly arousing..." Beast leans over her, kissing her chest, her stomach, caressing her swollen clit with his claw. "I can't stop touching you."
"Then take me, my beast... I can't run away from you... when I need you so much!"
With a greedy howl, Beast wraps an arm around her waist and flips the squealing Belle onto her stomach, only to continue stroking her as he rubs his glowing penis against her wet and aroused vagina. Belle moans and spreads her legs even wider so that she rests her weight on her knees, stretching her pussy right up to Beast. He licks her neck as he slowly starts entering her with a hoarse growl... his glans alone rupture her delicate folds and as he penetrates further into her tender vaginal sheath, her silky wet skin stretches tightly around his hot flesh.
His senses fade.
Beast can no longer think like a man when his instincts take over and his cock seems to harden and grow even more. The moment makes him forget that he was once a prince, for all that matters now is the sweet girl who whispers to him how much she longs for him to mount her.
He thrusts into her, holding her tightly in his arms. Belle's legs give way with the first impact, and he holds her in front of him, impaled on his long, thick spear as it penetrates her. He spreads her wide and her legs dangle limply from the hardness inside her. But Belle feels so good, so consumed with passion. She clings to his arms and cries out in pleasure. Beast thrusts himself deeper into her with each of her hoarse cries until all of his flesh is coated and he continues to pound into her. Belle gurgles with excitement, her fingers clenched in Beast's strong arms as her eyes water with lust. She doesn't know if she can handle so much hardness and tension, but she wants more.
"Take me! Take me for yourself!"
"Oh, Belle... there's more."
"Oh... hmmm…"
Belle's eyes fall back as Beast tilts her hips and lowers her onto the bed. She is on her stomach again, her bottom stretched upwards, held by the hard cock inside her. Beast is still holding her under her belly, his paw on her breast and his claws grazing over her hard nipples. He grunts lustfully and then presses deeper into her, her body shaking from the surge that runs through her as Beast now sinks his knobs into her as well. Belle cries out briefly, but her hot gurgling makes Beast roar. His flesh, filling her to bursting point, does something to her. She becomes very soft and open, and all Belle can think of is Beast's passionate satisfaction.
"Do it... fuck me for your pleasure! I want to feel you bursting inside me with ardour!"
Beast growls and continues to fuck her, his knots firmly tied in her and his cock still drilling deep. If he keeps going, he'll break her, but she's panting with excitement and her gasping moans tell him she's enjoying his lust. That's how fiery she is, his Belle!
Belle can feel it, the heat, the throbbing surge that runs through her like a current up and down her body. She feels like she's in a dream, like she's surrounded by a magical world, and everything she's feeling now is making her sleepy without missing a beat. She moans shamelessly, grabbing Beast's paw under her belly and as he shoots into her with a loud howl, her womb distends from the amount of cum pouring into her. Beast's cock remains hard, the knots preventing his sperm from dripping. She's so full, so aroused, and the orgasm doesn't make her cry out, but she leans into his embrace with a soft sigh.
"Beast..." Belle can only whisper... "… again, please!"
"Oh, my tender, sweet Belle... you are already so full of me." Beast feels Belle stroking his cock with her delicate hand. It lies beneath the surface skin of her slightly bulging belly and her touch makes him twitch. "You excite me with your caress, my love."
"Yes... please... take me again."
"Oh, but you need a break."
Beast kisses her cheek, licks her neck, and lets Belle rest for a moment, leaning into him. She strokes her stomach, mesmerised by the hardness of his cock. She closes her eyes and lets Beast rest as well. They nestle together like two spoons in a drawer, and Beast covers Belle's hand with his paw, feeling his still pulsating cock beneath her skin. "My girl."
Belle smiles into his touch before falling into a gentle slumber, the throbbing between her legs not painful but like a melodious heartbeat.
Something caresses her nipples and something wet and rough slides over and along her folds. She feels so open, so exposed, but she doesn't mind. Belle's eyes are still closed and slowly she realises she's on her back, her legs spread wide. Now she recognises the touch and where she is, and with that a wild excitement begins to ripple through her body and mind. Beast licks her softly, the open spot where his cock has rammed into her. His tongue glides carefully along her swollen and irritated lips, and he also caresses her still throbbing clit. She must be insane, but she just can't get enough of his touch...
Belle reaches blindly for his horns and gently strokes one up and down with her finger. They are so hard and seemingly so dangerous, yet they give her so much comfort.
"Hmmmm," she hums with relish, "am I pleasing you, beast?"
"Belle... you were bleeding, and I was afraid you were in pain. I wanted to help you."
Belle didn't realise that the dampness between her legs was the result of their first mating. Of course she did. How silly of her. But how sweet of him!
"It's very good, but I'm not in pain. I'm not afraid."
"Belle... You don't know what this night means to me."
Belle's eyes flutter open and she is glad to see that the moon is still bright in the sky.
"Beast, morning is still far away, what luck!"
"Is that it, my Belle?"
"Yes, please, come and lie down on me."
"But I'm too heavy."
"You also thought you were too big to fit inside me. Please, I want you to couple with me again, but oh, let me see all of you."
Beast grunts with excitement, massaging his quivering cock as he crawls onto the bed and lies on top of Belle, propping his weight on his forearms as his hips nestle between hers, spreading her thighs wide. Her pussy is already gaping for him and he can slide into her effortlessly. They both moan, each pressing their mouths into the other's neck as Belle wraps her arms around Beast's huge form. She can't hug him, but she can squeeze him and let him sink into her.
His cock almost pushes her away, but he holds her under his heavy form, lifting his weight on his elbows so as not to crush her.
"Beast, don't hold back... let go... I beg you!"
"Belle, you still have so much of my seed inside you."
"There's still room for more... for you!"
He pushes into her, slowly and in awe of her courage, her passion. She is so hot, so wet and he can penetrate her effortlessly, his cock vibrating with pleasure and then he can hold back no longer and begins to thrust into her intimately. The smacking sound of the cum sloshing inside her cunt is surely a melody they'd never dare to hear outside these walls. And Belle's hot moans against his chest make Beast howl, squeezing her small form tightly against him. Her legs wrap around his strong thighs and the closeness almost drives his heated mind mad.
He would never let Belle go again!
She whimpers in his arms, letting him live out his lust and encouraging him to fill her as she comes with loud moans and Beast can feel her orgasm as it washes hot over his flesh. It makes him pant and pump her juice back into her. He presses even harder, letting his hot knots sink into her and Belle cries out.
"Beast... Yeeessss... th-s-s soooo g-d..." She struggles to find the words, her voice a seething growl through the hardness that fills her almost to bursting point. He's so deep inside her that she feels like she's going to faint from the throbbing of his cock against her wild heartbeat.
When Beast comes with a hoarse growl and his hot cum mixes with hers, Belle clings to him with panting desire, his warmth pouring into her cave making her feel so complete, so wanted and... spoiled...
"Beast..." she gasps with excitement and her belly swells again, even more than before as his juices double in volume. Beast lifts his body a little and they can both see his penis quivering beneath her skin. Belle strokes it lovingly.
"We belong together... forever!"
"Belle... do you really mean that?"
"How could I ever want to leave you? Look how well you lie inside me. I have a feeling you like it too?"
Beast kisses her forehead and purrs like a cat at her ear. "This is the most beautiful place in the world."
Belle smiles and continues to stroke Beast's cock with one hand, while her other hand touches his cheek. Her eyes shine and her body trembles.
"It may be a secret room... but the revelation is indescribable!"
Beast can't answer, his eyes fill with tears, and he buries his big face in Belle's neck. "Belle... how I love you!"
Some indefinite time later after the spell´s breaking…
Everyone in the castle had a clue. But no one ever said a word.
No one ever questioned the fact that Adam and Belle later disappeared into the garden from time to time. And what they might be doing there together, reading, perhaps?
That will have to be revealed in the chapter to follow…