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Subject: {ASSM} La Belle et la Bete: Belle’s Discovery [Mf, First Time, Semi-Beast]
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La Belle et la Bete: Belle's Discovery
By Diola Dragontail

The woods held a special place in her heart. Since she
was little, she could feel it calling out to her. Like
someone constantly calling her name. There was a siren
song to it that drew her thoughts back to the woods
all the time.

These tall, majestic oaks surrounded their little
village, like stalwart protectors that held the
wilderness at bay. An unmoving wall of trees that
would stumble even the strongest army.

Unfortunately, not many in her village shared her
outlook. To them the woods were full of unseen
dangers. Creatures that, given the chance, would
surely rampage through the quaint village, destroying
everything in their path.

Even her normally sensible father share the rest of
the villages view. It was a point of confusion for
Belle. Her father had always been the most intelligent
person she knew, not one to subscribe to pointless
fears. But even he had warned her about venturing into
the woods.

It still wasn't enough to stop her. The siren call was
too strong, drawing her ever deeper into the
tranquillity of the forest.

Belle thought she might have found the source of the
confusion in her books. Some stories paint all woods
as evil and terrible places, full of hidden dangers
and creatures. Even the village abounded with the
stories of some absentminded woodcutter that had gone
into the woods, never to be seen again. No one knew
these unlucky souls personally, but everyone know
someone who knew someone who had disappeared.

Then there were other stories that described the woods
the opposite. Hidden glades full of treasures and the
occasional mischievous, but still helpful imps, a
place of wonder and magic.

The only logic she could make of these contradictions
were that every forest was different. The nature and
the spirit of the woods was what defined the creatures
that found home in it. Surely there were evil woods,
just like her neighbors feared, but she could not
possibly believe that her, yes her, woods was one of
them.

They were her woods because it was obvious that she
was the only one who understood the wonder of the
place. She appreciated it for what it was and found
nothing to fear in it.

Her father had said many times the woods were no place
for a young woman like her. That if she must venture
it, she should always stay on the few well-trodden
paths to and from the village. Unfortunately those
dirt roads that cleaved through the trees were no more
the woods than the main square of their village.

Despite her father's warnings, and occasional
admonistrations after he had caught her, she still had
a few secret spots that she liked to visit. The little
clearings where she could be alone, outside the busy
town, were her favorites. They gave her a place to
read, a spot where the only things that existed were
she and her books.

It was in these places that she felt free to let her
mind wander, undistracted by the noises and commotion
of the town.

One of those spots was just the destination she had in
mind as she snuck out of the small home she and her
father shared. 

"Belle?" She heard her father ask as she approached
the door. She thought she'd be able to slip out
undetected.

"Yes, father?"  She paused in the doorway, fixing her
dress absently. Not because she felt she needed to,
just because it was something to do while she spoke.

"Where are you going at this early in the morning?"
Her father's voice did not show concern, which
relieved her.

"To the bookstore in the village." Belle smiled, it
was small white lie, since she did have every
intention of stopping there.

"Ah, silly me." Her father replied, still with no
sense of concern.

"I want to hurry now, the bookstore owner said that
they might be getting some new books in." That simple
reason did not seem like enough to her, so she added
"And I promised I would return the ones I borrowed."

All still true, but in particular she wanted to go
before Gaston would be out and about in the town. She
had little interest in the muscle-bound potential
suitor. Even though she showed little interest in him,
he seemed to have some fixation with her.

Her father shuffled to the door where she was waiting,
drawing close enough to kiss her on the forehead. "You
have a good day, dear. I have some work of my own to
do here too."

"Thank you, father." Belle smiled, blushing slightly
at his attention. She then gathered her basket and
headed out into the town.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

"Good morning Mr. Livre!" Belle beamed as she pushed
open the door to the bookshop. "Did the new books come
in?"

"Ah, Belle," the shopkeeper smiled, "so nice to see
you this morning., yes, indeed they did."

The shopkeeper disappeared beneath his counter for a
moment, the sounds of rustling and shifting coming up
from underneath the wooden frame. "I saved the box
just for you to look through first."

The idea of being the first to delve into this new
chest of treasures made Belle's eyes go wide with
anticipation. Only her manners made her pause for a
moment, "I brought back these too."

Belle quickly pulled the trio of hardcover books from
her basket and placed them carefully on the counter.
Each was a treasure to her, not to be tossed about
willy-nilly. Besides, she was sure she would want to
borrow one or two of them again next week.

"Here we are." The shopkeeper laughingly announced as
he placed the small wooden crate on the countertop.
"All yours."

"Thank you!" Belle restrained herself from leaping
right into the crate, doing her best to keep her
manners intact. But the enticement of the new lands to
discover was almost too much for her patience.

She stood on her tiptoes to peer over the edge of the
crate, her fingers carefully picking through the
stacks of tomes. ignoring the shopkeeper as he
collected the three other books and started to carry
them to spots on his shelves.

"How did you like these?" He asked, absently as he
placed the first book on its shelf.

Belle had to glance at him for a second to remember
what it was he was referring to. "Oh, I liked them
very much."

With her hands still resting inside the crate, her
mind flew back to what she had read in the books.
"That one was kind of sad in the end, but still good."

She watched a bit sadly as the book slide onto its
shelf. Not for losing it, but because she'd never
again experience reading it for the first time.

"The princess was spoiled and rotten in that one." She
suddenly said as the second book went into its place
on the shelf. "But later she learns and gets better."

Belle was just about to speak of the last book when
something in the crate caught her eye.  A glint of
gold on a green leather covered tome that her fingers
had just uncovered.  She spoke the title out loud as
her fingers traced the words inlaid on the spine, "La
Belle et la Bete."

"Oh my." Her fingers followed the contour of its spine
like it was a priceless jewel of incredible delicacy.
She lifted it up slowly, half expecting the entire
book to be a figment of her imagination.

She held the book in her left hand, gazing over the
cover of it all while under the watchful eyes of the
shopkeeper. The cover had the most marvelous inlaid
painting of a gruesome looking fellow, almost half
wolfish, with yellowish fangs and bristling brown fur.

"You like that one?" the shopkeeper asked, softly as
he returned to the counter. He did not want to
distract her too much; he always loved to see the look
that came across her face when she found a book she
liked.

"Umhm." Belle glanced up only for the briefest of
seconds, her fingers returning to caress the top of
the volume, tracing the seam that held the colorful
painting in place.

She had never seen a volume look so lustrous and
expensive. There was no way the shopkeeper would ever
let her borrow a book so expensive.

"Go ahead." The shopkeeper smiled, almost as if he
could read her thoughts of hesitation. "When I saw it,
I was sure it was meant for you. One of the characters
even has the same name as you."

He smiled at the coincidence, thinking that that would
be all it would take to convince her to borrow it.

"I couldn't." Belle replied, quickly, placing the book
back down on the counter. "It's much too expensive. If
something happened..."

There was no mistaking how intensely she wanted to
read the book, but her common sense still told her
that it was something well out of her station.

"Nonsense." The shopkeeper shrugged with a slightly
annoyed tone of voice. "I can think of no one more
trustworthy to lend it to. And when you bring it back,
you can tell me all about what happened in it."

He could see that she still remained less than
convinced. "When you finish reading, maybe you can
help me tidy up here a bit."

Belle watched the shopkeeper for a moment, her mind
torn between the enticements of the volume and the
chances of something happened to it. If it got damaged
in any way, she doubted that her father could possibly
have the money to replace it.

"Go now." The shopkeeper repeated, "I won't take no
for an answer."

Belle nodded slowly, swallowing with nervousness. She
felt like she was signing away her life as she
carefully lifted the book. She very delicately wrapped
it in one of her scarves before placing it like a baby
into her basket.

"Thank you, Mr. Livre!" Belle said to the shopkeeper
with honest sincerity in her eyes and voice. "I'll
return it first thing in the morning."

"Take your time, my dear." He replied, waving off any
such thought of speed. "When you're done with it,
you're done with it."

He waved as he watched Belle leave the shop, the swish
of her cloak disappearing through the doorway.

"Such an odd young girl that one is." He smiled to
himself before returning to his work.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Belle could hardly contain herself as she rushed down
the village streets. She wanted to dive into the book
right away, but wanted to get to her special spot to
start. 

She had to keep from running; but she felt like she
could not get there fast enough.

She followed the path out of town for a couple of
yards, before pausing and glancing up and down the
road. When she was satisfied that there was no one
nearby to see her, she slipped off into the grass and
between the trunks of the trees. Hurrying along to be
out of sight as quickly as possible.

Within minutes, the background noise of the village
and it's well traveled paths faded into the distance.
Filled instead with the sounds of songbirds and the
gentle rustling of leaves in the wind. It was just a
few yards further before she arrived at the small
clearing she knew so well.

She broke through to the small patch of open grass,
placing her basket down on one of the tree stumps at
the edge of the glade. From the basket she withdraw
her white blanket and shook it out, letting it fall to
the ground softly to the ground.

The dappled sunlight broke through the overhanging
branches, giving the glade a soft subdued light. She
pulled the basket from its perch and placed it down on
her blanket, joining it a moment later as she sat. 

She smiled as she looked around, taking a moment to
just enjoy the quiet of her surroundings. Resisting
the urge to delve into the new book. 

She carefully withdrew the book from the basket and
unwrapped it from the protection of her scarf, then
laid the book gently down on the top of the blanket.
She then lay down on her stomach in front of it,
almost like the book was an altar for her to pray at.

She just stared at the book reverently for a moment,
basking in the sheer pleasure of being in the presence
of such a treasured volume. She could feel the
anticipation of the wonders that were held in-between
the leather covers. Her mind already racing to imagine
the adventures that lie inside.

Her fingers traced the words along the cover as she
read them out loud again, "Beauty and the Beast." The
title was so magical sounding, like an adventure and a
romance combined.

She lifted up the cover and started delving in.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

She reveled in the story that lay between the pages of
the book. Reading it from cover to cover and only
stopping long enough to eat the small lunch she had
brought with her.

In the small-secluded glade, she was insulated from
the rest of the world, allowing her imagination to
populate her world. All the sounds of the woods around
her entwined themselves into the narrative.

When she was finished reading she was tempted to start
reading it again.  But the sun was already setting and
she was probably long over do from returning home. 

She wasn't concerned for her father's worry though.
She was sure he was probably wrapped up in his own
studies as well. It would only be when he grew hungry
for dinner that he would notice what time it was. Then
he'd realize she wasn't there to remind him to eat.

All she needed to do was get home before her father's
stomach roused him.

"Why good evening, my dear." A new voice suddenly
introduced itself from the depths of the woods.

She turned over onto her back quickly, her eyes
looking around rapidly.  "Hello? Who's there?"

"No one of any consequence." The voice replied,
seeming to shift around her, obscured behind the tree
trunks and the growing shadows. "What are you doing
here so late?"

Belle blinked for a moment, trying to focus on the
ever-changing point of the voice. It seemed to be
floating around her, circling the edge of the glade,
the owner hidden behind the tree trunks and foliage. 

"I was just going to leave." She informed the unseen
voice, as she sat up, not really nervous. She wasn't
sure if she should be afraid or not, but so for she
had no reason to be.

"Already?" the voice commented, for the briefest
second she thought she saw a pair of yellowish eyes
where the voice seemed to be coming from. "I am not
making you want to leave, am I?"

Belle shook her head slightly, "No.  It's getting
late. My father will be worried." 

She wondered if the owner of this voice might be one
of the imps that the villagers seemed to fear?  She
would have thought the eyes belonged to a wolf, had it
not been talking to her.

"I see." The voice said, sounding a bit sad now. "I
was hoping you would stay a bit longer."

Belle narrowed her eyes, trying to pierce through the
shadows that hid the figure behind the voice and eyes.
 "Why?"

There was a brief pause and the eyes seemed to
disappear. For a moment she thought the figure had
retreated away, but when the eyes reappeared, she
realized that the figure must have only closed it's
eyelids.

"I receive so few visitors out here." The voice still
sounded sad, but somewhat resigned to her decision.

She felt like a schoolteacher as she sat in the middle
of the blanket, crossing her fingers together in her
lap.  "Can I see you?"

There was another brief silence as the eyes flickered
a bit.  A slight rustle came and the figure slowly
stepped it's way into the dim light of the glade.

Belle's eyes went wide as she saw the spitting image
of the creature, the beast, from the story she had
just finished reading.

"What manner of creature are you?" She inquired
quizzically, not the least bit drawn back by his
appearance.

Her lack of fear intrigued him. He had expected her to
recoil in surprise, probably run, just like all the
others had before her.

"I'm no creature." He replied slowly, not wanting to
seem to take a offense at her words. "I am a man."

She looked at him incredulously, her eyes studying his
furred form and the billowing mane of brown hair about
his neck.  "You're like no man I've seen before."

She didn't want to doubt him, but she still felt the
need to inquire further. Her mind demanded to know the
answers.

"I would doubt that you had seen any like me." His
nostrils flared for a moment, as he smelled the air,
detecting her scent across the small glade. It was
clean and only spiced with the slightest bit of salty
sweat.

She watched him and then glanced back at her where she
left her book, only to find it gone.

"Oh no!" she shouted in horror, entirely forgetting
about the presence of the creature-man. Her eyes
darted around the blanket, looking desperately for the
missing tome.

Seeing her alarm he approached slowly, not sure of
what had caused her such dismay. "What is wrong?"

"My book."  She muttered, half panicked. She
instinctively lifted the blanket and leaned over to
peek under it, thinking that somehow it might have
fled for cover in fright. "It's missing!"

He continued to approach, but then circled around her,
to see where it was she was looking. He could see
neither book nor anything else. "Where did you leave
it?"

She turned and looked at him, confused for a moment.
The question seemed so useless.  "Right here."  She
poked her finger at the blanket where the book last
laid.

She watched him for a moment more, "Did you take it?"

He looked at her in surprise, a frown on his bestial
features. "Why would I do such a thing?"

"Woods spirits are always mischievous. It's said so in
all the books I've read." Her eyes narrowed accusingly
at him.

"I am no wood spirit." He replied, matching the
annoyance of her gaze. "Nor did I take your book. I
think you spend far too much time in them anyway."

Her eyes narrowed even further, knitting her brow.
"Have you been watching me?"

He blinked at her accusation, unsure of what to say. 
"I...  a little."

She frowned now, her brow relaxing. "Then why didn't
you say anything before?"

"I don't know." He frowned for a moment more. "Do you
want to look for your book or not?"

Their gaze continued to hold together, each one
challenging to win. Her single-minded determination to
grill him against his intention to change the subject
away from himself.

"If I don't find it, I don't know what I will do."
Belle finally relented, her eyes going back down to
the blanket.

He approached slowly, carefully, not wanting to set
her off again.  "Have you tried looking in here?" 

He reached for the basket that sat on the tree stump.
His clawed fingers lifting up the bundling clothes
carefully.

She watched anxiously, half hopeful that he would find
it, half hesitant for letting him get any closer.

"Is this it?" his fingers carefully lifted the book
from the basket, showing her.

She blinked as she started at it.  "Yes...  How did..."

She glanced back to the blanket and the last place she
remembered seeing it.

He shrugged as he carefully laid it back down in the
basket. "Those pesky imps that you accused me of
being, maybe?"

He couldn't help but chuckle slightly. He drew his
blue cape closer for a second, gave a slight flourish,
and then bowed. "I will take my leave of you."

She blinked as she watched his performance.  "Must you
be leaving so soon?"

As soon as the words had left her lips, she wasn't
sure why she had said them. Her embarrassment causing
a deep red blush; burning her cheeks from the inside
out.

He glanced at her again for a moment, "I believe you
said you had to be leaving soon? I suppose I could see
your safe passage home."

His voice wavered slightly, as if it was something he
was willing to do, but the idea did put a fair amount
of fear in his heart.

She shook her head instinctively, "I know my way back.
But there's no need for me to rush."

He nodded slowly, crouching down lower to be more on
eye level with her. His furry lower paws dug into the
grass, keeping him steady. She could see the taters of
some old blue suit still cling to the Beast's body.

"I..."  he started to say, obviously a bit nervous now,
which seemed kind of odd to her. He was big and she
could see no reason why he would be frightened of her.

"I've been watching you for a while." He looked away
from her, as if he was too ashamed to look at her
directly. "You come out her quite often."

She nodded slowly, slightly surprised by the
confession.  She had thought she was entirely alone
out here. "I see."

"I apologize." His piercing eyes finally looked back
to her, as if he was trying to prove the sincerity of
his apology.

"I don't mind."  She smiled, reaching out and patting
one of his furry hands, trying to reassure him. "You
could have said hello sooner."

They watched each other for a moment, still, then she
shouted in surprise as he blurred forward. Leaping on
top of her in one single movement.

His tongue was rough against her ear, and long.  She
could feel it touching her earlobe and behind her ear
at the same time. His breath was warm, coming in puffs
against her neck. She could feel her skin quickening
and tingling from each hot embrace.

The smell of him was not what she expected. The sight
of him prepared her for an animalistic smell, like a
barn. Instead he was something else, manly, but not
entirely manlike. Almost like spiced oatmeal cookies,
cinnamon and nutmeg.

"You should go." His voice whispered into her ear.

"I know." She agreed, but her head shook ever so
slightly a no.

"I don't want you to leave,." He said, she could feel
his nails plucking at the buttons that held the front
of her dress closed. "But I won't keep you."

The first of her buttons came free in his fingers. He
didn't toss it aside though, instead looking at it for
a moment, and then dropping it into her basket. She
could feel the cool breeze touching her now bare
collarbone. She felt the sweat rise onto her skin,
despite the coolness of the air.

"I don't want to go." She said, her voice shaky and
unsure.

"If you don't leave..." his fingers began toying with
her next button, slipping this one open instead. "Then
I can't be held responsible for what happens."

She blinked at his words, surprised. She had no fear
of him, but she did feel trepidation and nervousness
for what might be to come.

She could feel his fingers touching the flesh of her
chest now. His bare nails against the exposed skin of
her chest.

Belle wanted to reply, she felt the need to reply, but
she found no air in her lungs to fuel her words. She
hadn't even noticed that she had stopped breathing.

A deep inhale pushed her chest forward, towards his
nails. But she felt his hand relax, her skin pushing
his nails back instead of poking harder against her.

"That doesn't sound like a very gentlemanly promise."
Her eyes never left his as she whispered. Despite his
bestial form, his eyes hid the glint of a man of
culture.

"You don't sound like you want a gentleman, do you
milady?"  His fingers grew even bolder, slipping
inside her open shirt and easily finding her breast.

For the briefest second her brown eyes went wide in
surprise, betraying her shock. She recovered quickly,
attempting to regain her composure. She n

She exhaled quickly as she felt his nails grazing her
nipple. It wasn't a pinch or a scratch; she wasn't
sure how to describe it at all. Her exhale had drawn
her chest back, away from his fingers, but this time
they followed.

"My father wouldn't approve." She finally managed to
say as she felt his fingertips tracing the rise of her
breast.

"Your father isn't here." His smile, while friendly,
exposed the sharp edges of his porcelain white teeth.
They were like wolfs teeth, predatory and menacing.

"No he isn't." She repeated, nodding her head slowly.
His fingers rose slowly, following the curve of her
breast until they found her small, upturned nipple.
"Perhaps you wish to return to him?"

She swallowed slowly, knowing what this question
entailed. The importance of it distracted her from the
touch of his hand. Her answer would define what
happened next and potentially what happened for the
rest of her life. 

"No." She said with a certain amount of resolution. "I
wish to stay."

A small smile curved his face again, as if he expected
no other answer from her. "I think maybe I should
mention what I expect to do with you this evening?"

Belle blinked as she stared into his eyes, not sure of
what to expect. And certainly sure that such words he
hinted at should never be spoken out loud in polite
conversation.

His hand retreated from her breast as he leaned
forward, his hot breath caressing her ear as he
whispered.

At hearing his words, Belle's cheeks immediately
blazed with crimson embarrassment. She could not
resist the urge to look away and cover her eyes. Such
language she had never heard before.

"Do you still wish to stay?" He sat back on his
haunches now, tilting his head to the side as he
observed her reaction. The coy behavior excited him
even more, he was fairly sure he knew what lie buried
just beneath her surface.

"Sir." Belle finally felt calm enough to look at him
again. "I don't even know your name."

"Adam." He bent his head slightly. "Prince Adam. These
forests, and all that is within them, are mine. That
includes you."

She blinked at him quickly, surprised at his words and
unsure if she should believe his claims. Yet his words
would explain the flickering of refinement she had
seen in his eyes.

"Then, I suppose..." She swallowed again, "I have no
choice but to stay...  If you wished it."

He waved his hand dismissively, "I have no need for
puppet playthings. If you stay, you stay because you
wish to."

She watched the Beast for a moment, his whispered
words of intent still echoing in her mind. "I wish to
stay."

"Then prove it." His answer was quick and decisive,
leaving little room for negotiation or further
discussion.

Belle thought for a moment, then her hands found the
open edges of her blouse. Her fingers rose up,
slipping around her neck and untying the blue bow that
held the front of her smock in place.

Her hands relaxed, letting the ribbons slip from
between her fingers. The smock of her blue dress fell
forward, exposing the rest of her under blouse.

Her fingers followed the white collar of her blouse;
tracing the edges down to find the last remaining
closed buttons and slowly unbuttoning them.

She exposed herself down to her belly button, leaving
the white blouse hanging open, but still preserving a
small amount of her modesty. Modesty that she was sure
was soon to depart her.

Her hands slid down the crisp white cotton until they
reached her hips, moving around her sides until she
could feel the white bow that held her dress's apron
in place. This she also untied slowly.

Beast could not resist the urge to lick his lips as he
watched. It was both a reflex and a sign, showing the
young girl that she was meant to be his feast this
evening.

She lifted the apron from herself, folding it and
placing it into her basket, covering up her treasured
book. She then stood slowly, watching him the entire
time. Her hands gripped her azure dress at the waist
and started to pull it down.

Shifting her hips left and right, she shimmied the
cloth down off of her body, letting it drop to a
ruffled pile at her feet. She stood before him clad in
only her blouse and her white bloomers, a state of
dress she had never let anyone see her in.

He narrowed his eyes expectantly, waiting to see if
this beauty was having second thoughts. He already
felt his pulse quickening and his trousers growing
tight as his manhood grew. He doubted that he would be
able to hold himself back if she had changed her mind.

She closed her eyes, taking them off of him for the
first time, as her hands found the edges of her blouse
again. She slipped the thin cloth from her shoulders,
letting the blouse fall to the blanket.

Her rosy pink nipples stiffened even harder when they
were caressed by the cool evening air. They stood up
from her chest even more proudly; small nibs toping
her creamy white skin. Her breasts still small, but
appearing more like under ripe fruit, full with the
hope of future potential.

Her fingers moved with more determination now, finding
the bowed ribbon that made up the drawstring of her
bloomers. She quickly untied this as well, feeling the
cloth go loose as she released it. Letting them fall
to her ankles as well.

A thin thatch of brownish red hair crowned her sex,
her pink lips hidden between the protection of her
thighs.

With a deep breath she opened her eyes again only to
find him gone.

A sudden surge of embarrassment gripped her as she
felt her heart pound in her throat. She stood alone,
exposed in the wilds.

She was just about to snatch her clothes back up about
her when she felt his hot breath on her neck again.  

"Very nice."  He whispered in her ear, the warm touch
of his tongue grazing her earlobe.

One of his hands gripped her right tail cheek, his
nails just slightly digging into her tender flesh. His
other arm curved around her, his fingers teasing
across her belly, before they rose to cup her left
breast.

She felt breathless now, almost faint. His tongue
played behind her ear, making her neck twitch. She
leaned back heavily against him, feeling the head of
his exposed manhood poke her in the small of her back.

The surprise caused her to lean forward and spin in
place; anxious to see what it was that had touched
her.

"Oh my!"  She resisted the urge to cover her eyes, not
having expected to turn and seem him naked as well. 

His cock pointed out towards her, a dark pinkish
purple almost hidden behind thick patches of brown
hair. It was not a totally unexpected sight, since she
had seen such a thing on many a farm creature. But
this was the first human one she had seen.

Well, almost human one anyway.

His eyes drank in her exposed body again, "Kneel."

Belle dropped down to her knees, whether it was from a
need to serve or outright surprise, not even she knew.
He was quick to step forward, wrapping one hand around
the base of his shaft.

His other hand held the top of his head as he started
rubbing the tip of his cock across her face. Leaving a
small trail of precum dragged from one of her pink
cheeks to the other, traveling across her closed lips
in the process as well.

The smell was intense as he passed under her nose;
musky and sweaty, full of salt and vinegar.

"Open." His fingers drummed her cheek lightly,
prompting her to open her mouth.

He slipped the head of his cock into her mouth. His
fingers caressing the side of her face as the head of
his cock was engulfed by her warmth.

Her nostrils flared as he slowly fed more of his shaft
into her. She stared up at him without the slightest
bit of reluctance or shame. 

"I'm about to cum, milady." He smirked down at her,
holding his cock steady with half of it buried in her
mouth. "But have no fear, I have plenty more to give
you this evening."

He let out a low wolfish moan and his cock jerked in
her mouth. She felt a warm splat hit the back of her
throat. She swallowed as quickly as she could, but his
cock just kept spasming out jism into her mouth.
Eventually starting to overflow from her.

As if sensing her predicament, he pulled his cock back
and from her mouth. Depositing his last two spasms on
her face. Covering her nose and mouth with his sticky
white seed.

"Did I do good?"  She stared up at him as she wiped
her face with her fingers.

"Very good, princess." He smiled, only moderately
disappointed when she wiped her fingers clean on the
blanket. "Turn around and lean forward now."

She beamed a smile at his praise and did not hesitate
to obey his wishes, spinning in place until she leaned
forward on her hands and knees.

She fully expected him to mount her now, like she had
seen various farm animals do in the past. Instead she
felt the warm rough touch of his tongue on his
privates.

She glanced quickly over her shoulder to try and see
what he was doing, but was unable to see a thing. His
tongue felt like very fine sand paper rubbing against
her sensitive lips. It was an unexpected feeling that
she was just getting use to when she felt his tongue
push deeper.

"Ooooooh!" Belle moaned out loudly, her fingers
digging down into the grass beneath the blanket.

His tongue continued to explore her sweaty folds,
feeling every nook and cranny of her slide against
him. The motion wasn't entirely for her pleasure,
though that was a pleasant side effect, he wanted to
make sure that she was entirely ready for his entrance
into her.

Just at the way her flesh resisted his tongue he could
tell she was going to be a tight fit. One that he was
looking forward to relishing.

The tip of his tongue found her nub, already exposed
out of her hood. Touching the little dangling piece of
flesh caused Belle to let loose a chorus of guttural
sounds, spurring him on to tease it further.

He drew his tongue back and let it drag across her
skin until he found her puckered anus. He was
intensely pleased when she let loose an equally
excited volume of sounds at this touch as well.

"Prepare yourself, princess." He whispered as he
leaned back, his hands gripping her hips tightly.

The tip of his cock pushed between her thighs, rubbing
itself along the length of her sex. Her knees spread
instinctively, welcoming him in, inviting him to take
her.

His fingers gripped her hips even tighter as the head
of his cock pressed against her wet lips. He could
feel her sex stretching to try to accommodate him; his
slow and steady pushing against her was not to be
resisted.

"It hurts..." Belle moaned with a gurgle, her back
spasming against the pain.

"I know, princess."  The Beast whispered, slightly
apologetically. "It will for a bit. Have strength."

Her head lurched upwards as a loud scream came out of
her, her lips finally stretching enough and the head
of his cock popping inside her. The feeling was
exquisite to him, tight and warm.

Her head fell forward, laying on the blanket now as
she panted for breath. Small whimpers slipped from her
lips between the breaths, a few tears trickling down
her cheek.

He held steady for a moment, only partially inside
her.

"Would you like me to stop?" he asked, even though he
had no intention of doing so.

She just lay still for a long moment, before her head
slowly twitched a no.

With his grip still tightly around her waist, he began
pushing deeper into her. It only took seconds before
he felt her next barrier waiting for him, just as he
expected.

He didn't bother to warn her of the pain, instead just
pushing further still. Feeling her maidenhead struggle
for a moment to survive as Belle began to scream
again. Then he felt it tear, letting him even deeper
inside of her. He felt her blood flowing, helping to
ease his passage into her.

Belle's panting for breath had now turned her cheeks
bright red as the pulsed and bulged with each inhale
and exhale. He drew back slowly, causing her to breath
even more rapidly, the movement made Belle's eyes go
wide.

He held for a moment, waiting for her breathing to
calm, and then pushed back into her. With each thrust
he felt less and less resistance, until he was finally
able to let go of her hips.

He leaned over her back, his cock fully impaled in
her, "Did I do good?"

Belle could barely comprehend his words through the
sensations going through her body. The pain was
subsiding, very slowly, but the pleasure was slowly
increasing. She felt one of his hands at the top of
her sex, rubbing.

"Yes, my prince." She was barely able to articulate
the words, pushing her back up to meet his furry
chest.

He licked the back of her neck as he began to thrust
in and out of her again, excited to feel her finally
rocking back against him. His fingers continued to rub
her nub, feeling her body react to every one of his
strokes.

"Cum inside me, my prince." Belle whispered, almost
pleading. Wanting to feel his pleasure again.

"Not yet, princess." He whispered, "I want to know all
of you first."

Before Belle had the chance to question what it was he
meant, she felt him pull back and out of her. His hand
pushed down on the middle of her back, forcing her
fully down to the blanket.

She felt the head of his cock pressing against her
anus, pushing harder and harder.

"Relax for me princess." The Beast half whispered,
"Let me inside."

Once again she felt her body give in to his wishes,
his cock slowly pushing its way up inside her. Even
tighter than she had been before.

She screamed again at this final violation, she could
feel every vein of his cock as it passed inside her.
Every little surge of him seemed to fill her even
more.

He kept his hand on her back as he drew back, bringing
himself half way out of her, and then pushing back
inside. He was close now and knew it was only a matter
of seconds.

Then what he was hoping for happened, he felt her butt
rise up, meeting him. Wanting him to stay inside her.
It was all he could take before he felt the fiery
surge of cum flowing out of him and deep inside of
her.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Belle opened her eyes slowly, seeing the familiar
sights of her bedroom. For a stunned moment she
wondered if it had all been a dream.

On her bedside table she saw her basket sit, her
yesterday's clothes neatly folded and stacked inside
it. Peeking out from the cloth she could see the edge
of the treasured book she had borrowed the night
before.

She lifted the sheet of her bed slowly, looking
underneath at her own nude body. The small scratches
that covered her once pristine skin told her all that
she needed to know.

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