Hunted: An Erotic Retelling of Beauty and the Beast (An Adult Fairy Tale Novel) (7 page)

His massive erection twitched upwards, straining high, and slowly he continued lowering her onto it.  The way things were going, in only a few more seconds he would have her skewered on his thick and throbbing cock.

He stopped when the head of his cock bounced against the folds of her pussy.

"I need," he said.  "You need?"

Alena bit her lower lip and nodded, afraid that if she said anything she would change her mind.  This was it, though!  No more playing with men, teasing them with her hands and her mouth.  This was a real man, a beast of one, who was going to fuck her properly.  He was going to fill her up like she dreamed of before and...

And then he did it.  Alena cried out in shock at the feeling of him inside her.  He wasn't even all the way in!  Fuck... it hurt, but...

Everett smiled at her.  "Slow," he said.

Alena nodded, but couldn't think much more.  She closed her eyes and let herself feel everything, not worrying about seeing it.  He slid her down his shaft a little more, further, pushing past any resistance and grinding himself into her.  Alena whimpered.  It was painful, but it felt so good, too.  Was this how it always felt?

No, she learned.  Or at least, the pain wasn't constant.  Everett held her against the tree while she kept her legs wrapped around his waist and pulled his throbbing shaft out of her.  Slowly still, but faster than before, he filled her back up.  Out, then in again, and faster still.  Alena bit her lip and let out a moan.

"More," she said.  "I want it faster."

Everett grinned.  He leaned in and nipped at the side of her neck with his teeth, then licked her throat.  Alena shuddered, feeling weak in the knees and helpless.  Because, what could she do, anyways?  Here was this beast, his cock digging deep inside of her, doing what he wished with her body, licking her like some piece of meat.  Gods, that idea aroused something primal in her.  It helped that the beast wasn't actually too beastly.  He was... caring?  Caring but forceful.  Urgent and needy, but patient.

This time when he thrust into her, he pushed her up.  She gasped, feeling him slamming into her sex.  He grinned and she felt his warm breath on her face.  Instinctively, not even sure why she did it, she craned her neck forward and sought out his lips.  She found them with her own and kissed them, kissed him over and over.

The beast hesitated for a second, unsure.  Had she done something wrong?  Oh, gods, she didn't want to ruin this.  But, no, he kissed her back after.  The bristles of hair covering his face tickled, felt nice, soft, as he kissed her back.  She pressed her lips hard against his own, letting her tongue lick him, too.  The beast thrust into her harder now, treating her less like a gentle doll and more like a fuck toy.  She squeaked every time he slammed into her, but she kept kissing him.

Her tongue snaked into his mouth, playing with his.  He let her, and they swirled together in a mix of unexplainable sensation.  There was something about him, his mouth, his everything, that was more animalistic and raw.  She'd kissed before, but not like this.  It was like his mouth wanted to dominate her, but she was fighting against it in a wild game of control.  She wasn't sure if she was winning or losing, and didn't really care because it felt so good, so exciting.

Alena didn't quite know what she was supposed to do, but her body understood the gist of it.  She squeezed against his intrusion, the pressure of his cock pressing against her sexual tunnel and coaxing her into doing it unbidden, and the beast let out a growl.  Oh, so he liked that?  Well, fuck, she liked it, too.  She squeezed again, clenching hard onto him.  It was like a game of tug of war, almost; a power struggle.  Could he force his cock past her sexual defenses?  The better question was: did she even have a chance of stopping him from pounding his cock into her?

Why the hell would she want to do that in the first place?

It didn't matter, she soon figured out.  His rhythm echoed through her and she was powerless to stop it.  More, again, pounding, further.  It had started happening awhile ago, but she couldn't quite explain it yet, though she knew it now.  All of a sudden, like some abrupt fire, she realized an orgasm was upon her.  It felt entirely like, and unlike, every one of her previous orgasms.  When it happened, she knew it immediately, but before it had just seemed like a pleasant, building tingle.  Odd, strange, but what the heck, of course sex would feel good.  That was the whole point!  And obviously it would feel differently now.  Being brought to orgasm with a massive cock stuffed into her tight slit wouldn't feel the same as a climax without one.

Still, she wasn't fully prepared for this.  She screamed out her lust, praising the beast's prowess.  "Fucking, yessss... fuck!"  Verbal eloquence was something she currently lacked.

Her body thrashed, wanting to explode, but the beast kept her in check.  He held her so she didn't fall, and kept pounding into her, prolonging her orgasm.  She held onto him, wrapped her arms around his back as best she could and pulled herself towards him.  He removed her from the back of the tree and held her ass in his hands, bucking his hips up to stuff her full with his cock.  Alena screamed out loud again, forgetting they were ever kissing.  Her mouth sucked at his neck and for some reason, like he had, she licked frantically at his throat.

When she came down from her climax, she felt wonderful.  He thrust into her still, but a little slower now, letting her relax.  Her breathing grew hard and heavy, fast, and she wondered if he wanted to do it again.  Could he?  He didn't seem ready to stop, so she thought maybe.

"I need," he said in her ear.

She nodded fast.  "You can.  You can cum in me, alright?  It's alright.  I want you."

The beast walked with her, holding her on his cock as he did.  He brought her towards a patch of grass nearby.  Thrusting hard into her a few more times while holding her aloft, he then crouched down and lowered her to the grass.  Once her back touched the ground, he loomed over her and kissed her hard on the mouth.  Needy, desperate for more, she kissed him back.

This time there was no slowness, no consideration, only fucking.  That was fine by Alena, though.  She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him towards her as he pushed deep into her.  One, two, a hundred times, she didn't know and lost count after ten thrusts.  More, pleasure, yes, a constant singing trill, but not enough for another orgasm.  She didn't know if she could again, after having already cum twice—once from him and once from herself—but she didn't care.  He felt so wonderful inside of her, so perfect and right.

And then he howled.  He slammed hard into her and stopped, stuffing her completely.  The noise boomed out of him, just like that.  Alena shivered at the sound of it, basking in his warmth and dominance.

It felt nothing like how she imagined.  There was no way to understand how this would feel without feeling it, and she felt a little silly for trying to understand it before.  Feeling it now, though... it amazed her.  Everett's cock twitched, pulsed, and shifted, squirming to move farther into her.  His seed erupted out of his cockhead and flooded into her.  Warm, so warm, and wonderfully satisfying.  She wanted more, and the beast was happy to oblige.

As he came, his cream spreading inside her, he ground his hips against her and shoved his cock as far into her as he could.  His feet dug into the ground, pushing, and he inadvertently sent them both sliding across the grass.  Only an inch or so every few seconds, but it was a curious feeling.  Alena watched him, felt him inside of her, filling her, sliding her on the grass and... and breeding with her, mating, impregnating her?  Could he, could they?  She didn't know, but she found the idea horrifying and erotic.  She wanted him so badly.

Her pussy clenched around him, squeezing the cum from his cock.  Harder, pressing him, and then something more.  It was completely unlike the first time she'd orgasmed with him, but amazing nonetheless.  Her inner depths convulsed around his cock, an orgasm streaking through her, but a steady, constant thing instead of the frantic, urgent spasms from before.  It felt stronger, more reliable, and the beast seemed to feel this, too.  His cock twitched with the same rhythm as her steady climax, pressing against her inner walls as her pussy clutched against him.

Alena wanted to shout out some litany, to tell the world how much she loved this, but no words came to her.  Instead, she smiled at him, held him inside her, kissed at his face, his lips, his cheeks, and reveled in the feeling of his cock flooding her womb with his needy cream.

Everett collapsed on top of her, spent.  He rolled over onto his back, his cock popping out of her and his seed leaking from her ravaged folds.  Alena wasted no time in crawling atop him, laying on his fur-covered body, and kissing his chest and nipples and stomach.  The beast sighed, watching her with a happy look on his face.

She curled up close to him, her dress-covered torso pressed against his bare chest.  She laughed at that.  All this time and she still had her ripped dress on.  Oh well, she'd lost her panties, at least.  They were somewhere around here, but she didn't really care enough to find them at the moment.

"I really liked that," she said, kissing his nose.

"Yes," Everett said.  "I, too."

"I know you're very tired, and I am, too, but do you think we can do that again sometime?" she asked.

He answered with a grin.

"What exactly...?" Danya asked.

Horatio smiled at her.  "Darcy enjoyed this if we were in the kitchens alone late at night.  I would set it up and then go about my work.  I'm sure you will enjoy it, too, Mistress."

Danya wasn't positive about that.  Mostly, she had no idea what he was doing.  The butler had grabbed an old-fashioned tapered rolling pin, a jug of olive oil, and two clean and dry terry cloth dish rags from a cupboard, brought them over, then told her to lay down on top of one of the food preparation tables.  Honestly it made no sense.  If he wanted to fuck her, she was fine with that, but as an older man he probably wasn't up to the task of becoming erect so soon after she'd brought him to climax.

"The kitchens are magic," he said.  "Actually, the entire mansion is magic, but it's all of a different kind.  In the kitchens you can make any of the tools perform as you wish, in a repetitive motion.  Darcy and I discovered this particular use after a night of heavy drinking."

"Which is...?" Danya asked.

Horatio didn't bother to explain anything to her.  Instead, he took one of the terry cloth rags and placed it on her stomach.  Rubbing it across her skin as if she were a dish in need of washing, he wiped it up towards her breast and then gently scrubbed.  Danya arched her back in surprise when the soft roughness of the cloth sent a pleasant sensation through her skin.  It tingled, tiny thrilling pricks of intimacy tracing little lines across her breast and teasing at her nipple.

The man cupped her breast in his hand, holding the rag over it, then moved it in a circular motion.  Danya wriggled, enjoying the attention to her breasts, and wondering why she'd never thought of this before?  Granted, it probably wasn't at all the same if she did it to herself, and none of her other lovers had cared to experiment on her body with dish rags, but... she really wondered why they hadn't?  This felt strangely amazing.

The next thing she knew, there was another cloth circling her other breast, attending to that one with its gentle rubbing.  Horatio wasn't holding the first, either.  She stared at it in awe, trying to deduce what was going on.  The arousing satisfaction she gained from the cloth was clouding her ability to think rationally, though.

Before she knew it, both rags were moving on their own, perfectly cupping her breasts and gently scrubbing across her smooth, sensitive flesh.  This man, Horatio, was a genius.

"They're supposed to be for cleaning," he said.  "Of course, they'll do whatever you have them do, but the initial intent was for cleaning.  Or, this rolling pin was for dough, but..."

He picked up the rolling pin, an old tapered sort; thicker in the center, becoming thinner at the handles.  Opening the jug of olive oil, he liberally slathered it onto the rolling pin, rubbing the oil into it much like a man might stroke his cock.  Maybe that was just Danya's sex-addled mind thinking devious thoughts, but she dreadfully wanted a cock right about now.  Was Horatio possibly ready for more?

He smiled at her before pressing his oiled palm against her slit.  He rubbed the oil across her folds, eliciting a sharp gasp from her.  She thrust her hips upwards, lifting herself from the table with her legs.  Horatio teased her slit, rubbing the oil in and toying with her plump labia.  He tweaked her sensitive pearl and rolled it around lightly between his thumb and forefinger, then patted it with his palm.

"More," she said.  Just one word.  No time for anything else.

"Oh, yes, of course, Mistress."

More was—she didn't know what more was, but it felt a bit odd.  Not a bad odd, but definitely not a cock thrusting into her.  Still good, though.  When she looked down, managing to keep her eyes from rolling into the back of her head from the heavy sensation of mounting pleasure, she saw the rolling pin pressing inside her.  Horatio pushed it farther, the girthy center stretching her folds as the thinner handle pressed in deep.  The rolling pin stretched her even wider than Everett's cock had, and she found herself clutching at the table, trying to grab it in her fingers.  Her nails dug into the smooth wood, scratching.  Too full, too much—but it felt so good.

And then it came out.  Danya didn't realize she'd been holding her breath.  She breathed fast and heavy, frantic to catch her breath so she could concentrate on this feeling again.

The rolling pin pushed into her.  "Is that a good speed?" Horatio asked.

"Faster," she said through pursed lips.

The pin picked up its pace.  "Now?"

"Faster!" she said.

By the time he got it right, the rolling pin was pounding hard into her.  The wood had no give, unlike a cock, and when her inner depths squeezed against it the feeling was so strange.  The oil, too, letting the wood slide in and out as if this were the simplest thing in the world.  Horatio stood at her side, admiring his handiwork.