Take Me: The Maiden and the Monster (An Erotic Fairytale) (2 page)

She
had told the creature she needed to sleep, and lay awake for hours mulling it
over. She could hear the quiet snores of the beast where it lay guarding the
cave entrance, and if she looked she could see his feet twitching as if in a
dream.

Ella
got up, leaving her cloak on the ground, her bare feet scuffing in the dust as
she approached the beast. Carefully she knelt down beside him, and put her hand
on his head, between the ears.

He
raised his head with a start, his eyes meeting hers. His nostrils flared as he
took in her scent, and he raised up to a crouch. He pushed his snout against
her, sniffing her like a hound, then gave her a tentative lick on the forearm.

The
girl smiled, and reached up to undo the buttons at the top of her dress,
revealing more of her creamy skin. She took one of the beast’s great paws and
raised it with some effort, placing it on her waist. It looked up at her
hopefully.

“I
am a maiden.” She said quietly. “Truthfully. I will help you. Do it, before I
lose my nerve.” She said boldly.

The
beast blinked and huffed. Its eyes darkened with desire. It put its other hand
against her chest, opened its paw against her bare skin, and used one claw to
separate the remaining buttons from the dress. They fell on the ground, and
Ella’s dress fell open, exposing her full round breasts and their pink nipples.
The beast gently pushed it down over her hips, and it pooled around her ankles.

She
shivered with nervousness, and closed her eyes tightly. She could feel the tips
of her nipples harden in the cool air, and the breath of the wolf-beast on her
skin. Then, she felt the smooth tongue lick a long line over her breast,
lapping at the nipple. It was hot, and moist, and sent a little thrill through
her. With a deep breath she tried to relax, burying her fingers in the thick
fur of the beast’s head while he licked and teased her breasts, first one then
the other.

Ella
willed herself to be still while the creature licked its way down her body,
down below her stomach to where she tried to cover her sex with one hand. It
nuzzled her, and she moved the hand aside, quivering in anticipation.

The
beast inhaled deeply, sniffing her scent, and made a low rumbling growl. He
gripped her hips in his huge hands, the skin turning pink under his claws.
Suddenly, he roughly spun her, turning her around. He rose from his crouching
position as he put one paw on her back and pushed her down, bending her double.

“Don’t
hurt me,” Ella murmured, her voice quavering.

In
answer, she felt the claws of the beast run gently over the soft curve of her
ass, in a kind of caress. Then he bent down low, and she felt the sudden
invasion of his tongue, lapping at her sex, licking at the slit. She felt a
strange heat in her belly, and felt swollen and wet between the legs. The long
strokes of the beast’s tongue sent involuntary shudders through her body, and
she realized with a shock that it was beginning to feel very pleasurable.

Ella
had never been touched there before, and had only briefly experimented with
touching herself - knowing it was bad and dirty. That hadn’t felt like this.
This was incredible - sending little shocks through her whole being. Her
breathing began to come fast, and her hips were moving of their own accord,
writhing against the grip of the beast as he probed her folds.

His
tongue found the center of pleasure, curling up around her clit, and now she
moaned aloud, simultaneously excited and ashamed of her traitorous body. She
heard the beast growl softly, a sound of delight, and he licked her harder
there, faster. She felt his teeth pressing against her, his long, insistent
tongue now thrusting inside her. The pleasure mounting, Ella helplessly cried
out. She sensed something was about to happen, but didn’t know what - whatever
it was was just out of reach, and she felt the overwhelming urge to catch it.
She pushed her hips back against the creature’s mouth, her hands clenching in
the dirt.

Suddenly,
she held her breath. An explosion of pure ecstasy came over her, and her whole
body shuddered under wave after wave of intense pleasure. “Ohh!” She cried,
over and over as she spasms passed through her, slowly ebbing, and leaving her
panting, trying to catch her breath.

The
beast stopped his ministrations for a moment, his huge hands still gripping her
by the hips. Ella felt the wetness dripping down her thighs, the throbbing
pulse deep within her sex, and the warm afterglow of pleasure.

“What
was
that?” She gasped. No one had ever told her about that. Was it
normal, or was there something wrong with her? Was it some kind of magic?

The
creature gave his low panting, growling laugh. Ella had begun to sink down onto
the floor, feeling deliciously relaxed - but now he grabbed her hard and yanked
her back to her hands and knees. She yelped in surprise as he pressed his warm
furry body up against her. Suddenly, she could feel something pressing against
her from behind, and knew what was coming. She turned her head as best she
could, trying to get a look.

His
member was thick, dark and swollen, rising out of his long dark hair. It looked
impossibly huge, and she whimpered at the thought of it inside her. And yet, a
thrill of excitement went through her.

She
looked away as she felt it press up against her entrance, and the beast rubbing
it along her slit. It felt deliciously slippery, and Ella found herself moving
her hips in answer to the growing pleasure. He teased her, running his shaft
along, dipping it just inside her slick inner lips.

Her
breathing came heavy and ragged, and she could hear the beast rumbling in
pleasure. She threw her head back, and pushed back her hips, trying to bring
him closer. “Please!” She gasped. She wanted him to get it over with, but not
just because she wanted it over. She wanted to feel what it was like to have
him inside her. She wanted to feel again what she had felt just a few minutes
before.

With
a long grunt, the beast suddenly forced himself inside. Ella made a sharp
intake of breath as she felt a tearing pain, and tried to pull away. He held
her fast, his claws digging into the tender flesh of her ass, and she whimpered
as he pushed all the way into her. He filled her completely, stretching her
wide. Ella closed her eyes tightly, as he pushed right up against her body.
Then he began to withdraw, slowly, and the pain receded. Before she could
react, he thrust hard, ramming his thick phallus back in. This time, there was
less pain.

He
moved smoothly, making deep growls and groans of pleasure as he worked
mercilessly in and out of her tight pussy. Soon enough Ella found to her
surprise that she had forgotten the pain. Her hands unclenched and she bit her
lip, moving her hips in tandem with the beast’s firm thrusts, grinding her ass
up against his warm body.

The
animalistic growls continued, Ella’s moans mingling with his. She loved his
lustful sounds, the way she made him feel thrilled her. Why had no one told her
this was what it was like?

He
sped up, faster and faster, until he was pounding her so hard she could barely
support herself on her arms. She collapsed down, her head against the ground
and cried out as she felt the creature thrust once more, and again. His body
stiffened and tensed, as he raised his head and uttered a great howl of
release. Ella felt the giant cock pulse and spasm inside her and the sudden hot
jet of his seed. She cried out in shock and unexpected sudden pleasure as she
clenched around the pulsing phallus, shuddering as another powerful climax
overtook her.

The
beast held her where she was on the ground, as she shook and moaned, and as she
panted and gasped for air while the pleasure died away. He still twitched
inside her, and Ella could feel the dripping wetness on her pussy and running
down her legs. He bent over her back, breathing heavily in her ear, and gently
nipped her on the skin of her neck, holding her flesh in his teeth.

When
he finally released her, she fell gratefully onto the earth floor and curled
up. She felt bruised, and sore, and very relaxed. A warm afterglow suffused her
entire body.

A
moment later the beast crawled back to her, dragging her red cloak. Gently, he
draped it over Ella where she lay.

She
stared up at him, wondering why nothing had happened. He was still a beast -
there had been no flash of magic, no dramatic change. As if reading her
thoughts, the creature smiled, and made the odd gesture of reaching out and
patting her on the head. She grabbed the giant paw and nuzzled her face against
it, smiling.

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T
he
beast curled protectively around the girl, and she slept fitfully. She woke
when the sun peeked around the lip of the cave and shone in her face. Ella
rubbed her eyes irritably. Then she remembered the night before, and sat
upright, blinking and squinting in the morning glare.

She
was naked, her skin scuffed and dirty, and she had bruises on her hips and
scratches in myriad places on her skin. The red cloak had mostly fallen off her
in the night. She twisted, and looked behind her.

Under
her cloak, was the shape of a person. Sticking out from its hem were two
decidedly male legs. They weren’t hairy or clawed - they were regular person’s
legs. Ella made a tiny squeak of shock.

Gingerly,
she grabbed the cloak and pulled it toward her, taking it from the man and
gathering it around herself to shield her nakedness. She wasn’t sure why it
mattered after everything, but it made her feel better.

The
man was lying on his stomach, completely unconscious and snoring quietly. He
had long dark hair which fell over his handsome face, and a taut muscular body.

A
furious blush crept over Ella’s face and spread down her neck and chest as she
looked at him - his shoulders, his broad back and his firm behind. Not sure
what to do, she reached out one finger and poked him on the shoulder.

 The
man jerked awake, immediately going into a crouch. An inhuman snarl came from
him as he curled his lips and flared his nostrils.

“Stop!”
Ella cried in shock, scooting backwards in fear. “It worked! It’s me!”

The
man blinked, furrowed his brow, and shook his head - the same gesture she had
seen the beast use. His dirty dark hair swayed in front of his eyes. Then he
raised a hand, turned it over in front of his eyes, and curled the fingers. He
sat backwards, falling down on the ground. A huge smile spread over his face,
and he looked up at Ella.

His
eyes were green. He was truly the most handsome man she had ever seen. The
blush stayed right where it was, as she shyly returned his smile.

“Ella.”
He spoke. Then as if he couldn’t get enough of the sound of his voice, he said
it again. “Ella.”

“Yes,”
she replied, overflowing with relief. “What’s your name?”

He
furrowed his brow again in a look of consternation. He had to think about it
for a minute. “Barnaby.” He said finally.

She
blinked in shock. “Barnaby, like the King’s son?”

His
full lips fell open. “Yes. The King’s son!” He took a deep breath. “I didn’t
tell you... I didn’t remember.”

Suddenly,
he got to his feet, standing before her. Ella averted her eyes from his
nakedness, though a small laugh came to her lips. The whole situation was
absurd!

To
her surprise, Barnaby came close and extended a hand. After a moment’s
hesitation, she took it. He hauled her to her feet, and grabbed her in a rough
embrace, laughing. Then he swung her around in his strong arms. Before long,
Ella was laughing too.

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T
hey
washed in a stream as best they could, and Ella gave her cloak to him so he
could cover himself. He had tied it around his waist, leaving his torso bare.

“I
will return this, as soon as I am able.” He promised solemnly, taking her by
the hands.

Ella
held the front of her dress together where the buttons had been lost, smiling
shyly at the prince.

“I
will reward you greatly for saving me.” He repeated, for the third or fourth
time. “You and your child will want for nothing.” And he bent, and gave her a
soft kiss on the lips.

The
girl tilted her head to meet him, his soft mouth caressing hers as she smiled.
Then she broke away, one hand pushing against his chest to hold him at bay. “My
what
?”

He
looked chagrined, and ran a hand through his long hair. “Uh... well, I had
forgotten that detail, you see.” He said sheepishly. “To break the curse, I
needed a pure woman to bear my child.”

Ella
stepped away from him, eyes wide with shock. “But how do you know...?” She
murmured, half to herself.

He
smiled again with a little shrug, and this time there was sympathy in his eyes.
“The curse is broken, isn’t it?”

Her
mouth was still in an “o” shape of disbelief. “Well...” She swallowed, and raised
her chin defiantly. “Well then, you must marry me!”

The
corners of his mouth quirked with amusement. “Must I now?”

“Yes!
What kind of girl do you think I am?”

Now
he laughed softly, in a deep rumbling laugh reminiscent of his beast’s voice.
He took her hands in his, lifting them from where they dangled limply at her
sides.

“The
kind who would rut in the forest with a beast?” He murmured, pressing his body
up against her.

“How
dare you!” She cried, making her hands into fists and trying to punch his body.
He held them firmly in his grip, muscles of his arms bulging. Ella felt a
surprising pang of arousal at his nearness and his strength, and frowned
harder.

He
kissed her unwilling mouth, and as his lips captured hers, she stopped struggling
and melted against him. It felt so good. How could anything about this be
wrong?