Cursed Creatures: Chapter Five

Belle woke, stretching and finding the bed empty. In fact, she was back in her bed. Or at least, the bed the beast had given her. She rubbed her eyes, disappointed she had woken alone. When she peered out from the curtains, hoping he was outside and waiting for her. But looking across the room she saw no shadow of him. Where could he have gotten off to? She rose from the bed and walked across the floor and looked out the window. The world was tinted rose by the rising sun and pink sky. Below she saw that the fountains sputtering and spitting water. When only the day before was dead. And there was green beginning to spring up in patches.

Beyond the walls and towers, she could imagine the town that had once served as her home. She felt like it had been eons since she had been there. Her last morning home felt as if it was on the cusp of being forgotten.

Belle turned, seeing a tray with food and tea ready beside her. She was sure she would never get used to it, but it was nice to have what she wanted within reach. She took the tea, sipping and sighing as it warmed her through and through. It was the best tea she had ever sampled. Hints of lavender and mint, and it was strong like she liked.

It was strange, feeling like home was so far away and a distant memory. Yet, the day she had been chosen as the sacrifice to the beast felt like it had happened yesterday. Terrified and sick, Belle had accepted her fate. Anything to protect her family and loved ones. And then she got an idea, listening to her sisters' whisper in the kitchen.

"Do you think the beast fucks the girls they offer to him?" Her sister Rose whispered to Snow.

Snow shook her head and slapped Rose's arm. "Don't think such things, Rose." She hissed. "Not when our Belle is about to-" She choked up, her shoulders shuddering hard.

Rose stroked her sister's back. "Oh don't, please. If Belle were to see you-" She began to sputter and shudder too. "And how dare you think such things?" She hissed, wiping her face roughly and going back to peeling potatoes.

"I've always thought it," Snow took a deep calming breath and bit into a pepper to snap back to her senses. "Why ask for beautiful girls at all?" She asked. "I mean...if I were to ask for sacrifices."

"Don't, Snow," Rose scolded.

"I am just saying!" Snow huffed. "If I asked for such a thing I would...you know." She shrugged. "I might as well have a little fun with it."

Rose rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "You're a disgrace."

Snow took another gnaw at the pepper, her nose beginning to run. "I just...I had a real idea for this I really did!"

"And what is it?" Rose snapped, huffing as she put her hands on her hips.

"I mean...has anyone offered?" Snow murmured. "If he doesn't I mean...well...maybe if Belle offers he could...you know..."

Rose frowned. "Is that any sort of life to lead?"

"But Belle is so smart," Snow tried to argue, "she could...find a way."

That was when Belle thought up her plan. If the beast was hungry and only ate the girls, imagine what his animal hunger was like! She thought for a long hard time. Sitting in her room and staring over scribbles and doodles.

She was inexperienced, and she felt that would be her biggest obstacle. How could she please anyone, let alone a monster? She knew at some point she would need help, but she felt guilty asking her sisters to help. Eventually, she knew she had to. And after writing it down as clear as she could, she presented it to her eldest sister, Pearl.

"Oh, Belle!" Pearl's voice faltered and cracked. "Clever as always but-" she hesitated. "Even if it works who is to say he will let you live?"

"I just need to know what I can do, sister," Belle whispered, clutching her hands tight. "Anything that could make the beast think I was worthy, even as a toy. Anything so that I could stay alive."

"Belle," Pearl sighed. "Who says being a toy as any better than being dead? He is a monster after all."

"I just..." Belle fidgeted. "I'm not ready to die," her lip trembled and tears began falling down her cheeks. "I don't want to die!" She began to sob as Pearl took her into her arms.

Belle stopped, wiping the tears from her cheeks. She did miss her sister's something terrible. Stubborn Rose, solid as a rock and so tough the boys feared her. Sensitive Snow who wouldn't even swat at a mosquito, and who kept her head in the clouds. Then there was Pearl, beautiful and strong and wise. She had been Belle's mother, since their mother was always in bed, and then died when Belle was so young. Their father following soon after his shipwrecked, leaving them enough to get by.

Belle's sacrifice to the beast had given her sister's enough money to give them a better life. It comforted Belle knowing they at least didn't have to struggle as much anymore.

Belle's door opened and she didn't turn. She stood there with the warm cup in her hands, watching the sunrise over the castle walls.

His hand was around her waist, the other around her neck.

"Could I just be alone for a moment longer?" The words slipped out, the truth always easy for her. But as soon as they slipped out she feared she had made a horrible mistake. Her breath caught in her chest and she went cold and prickled all over.

She hand slipped away from her throat and down her shoulder. His touch gentle again. She wasn't sure she liked him gentle, she had not prepared herself for it. She felt something nudge the top of her head and then he pulled away. From the corner of her eye saw him take something from the tray. A plate?

She turned . "Wait-" she stopped, seeing him stand with his back to her at the door.

"Go...stay," he growled, tail flicking. "Which is it?"

Belle reached out. "Did you...did you intend to eat with me?"

He glanced back at her over his shoulder. "Does it matter what I want?" He snarled.

"Of course it does!" Belle fussed. She grabbed his wrist and pulled him back into the room with her. He seemed taken aback by what she had said, how forceful she was being. He took the seat at her table and watched as she sat right next to him.

He furrowed his brow at her. "I don't understand you."

Belle's shoulders slumped and she frowned. "You wanted to have breakfast with me," she responded. "You could very well eat alone. You have for as long as you've been in this village, I assume." She tucked her hair behind her ear. "You normally eat your only guests...and yet you chose to have breakfast with me."

The beast's lips parted.

"It matters," Belle huffed. "At least I think it's a big deal." She smiled softly and reached out to him, touching his hand and grasping at his fingers. "At least it's not me you're eating."

He grasped back at her hand. "It's too late to eat you now." He growled. "But don't think I won't change my mind." He added quickly, pushing her hand back.

Bell smiled softly, and as they ate in silence she watched him from the corner of her eye. He ate delicately, gracefully. The more she watched him the more beauty she saw in him. She reached out, touching his cheek and wiping a crumb of scone away. The dark skin on his face so soft. She remembered kissing him that one night and how velvety the skin was and how wonderful his lips felt. She wondered if he would ever kiss her again.

"You said you wanted to be alone," he seemed to ignore or not notice her touch. "Why?"

Belle shrugged. "I was...am, missing my sisters." She admitted quietly. "It hurt, and I didn't want to be seen."

He tilted his head slightly, uncertain of how to move or even respond. He held his hand out unsurely and patted the top of her head then instantly turned back to his meal.

Belle giggled softly, covering her mouth. She looked up at him and smiled. "I'm glad you're here now." Under the table, her hand touched his knee. "I'm still unsure about...everything here but...it could be worse."

He swallowed, throat tight and heart hammering. Her hand was warm, but to him, it was searing hot. His cold skin not used to such warmth. He had taken pleasure in her warmth and inside he ached to be buried in that warmth.

He set his empty plate aside, "I've made a decision," he growled darkly.

Belle's lips parted. "Lord?"

"For today, and today only," he snarled warningly at her, "I am yours."

"Mine?" Belle's heart hammered. It sounds like such a strange thing for him to say, in fact, part of her was sure it was just a trap to find an excuse to eat her. But the other part was brimming with excitement.

"Yes, yours." He frowned down at her. Her bright eyes sparkling and wide.

Belle bit the inside of her cheek as she thought for a moment. She could do anything...ask for anything! But she needed to be careful, she had to be smart and think this out.

"Can I look at you, for a moment?" She asked.

"Why are you asking me?" He snarled.

"I want to look at you!" Belle gasped, blushing more.

He scoffed, standing up and towering over her. Belle sat grasping the edges of her chair, looking up at him. She enjoyed seeing him clothed, she found. The shirt he wore showing off the angles of her body she hadn't noticed clothed. His waist was thick, yet trim, a slight curve from his chest to his hip. His strong legs covered by strange fabric. She stood up and started unbuttoning his shirt, her hands trembling slightly as she did so.

He watched her in turn, wondering what pleasure she got from this. He felt slightly ashamed being stared at, but when he saw her eyes he was surprised. She didn't stare at him in a way most people did.

Belle opened his shirt, her hand gliding across the skin and then the glossy scales on his ribs. Her lips parted in awe, still amazed at how much she enjoyed touching him. She licked her lips and kissed his chest.

He fluttered for a moment, his breath catching as her warm lips pressed against him.

She giggled, looking up at him and kissing again, rewarded this time by a soft moan. "I don't know what you are, lord," she murmured as she continued to touch. She pushed his shirt away from his shoulder to feel the hard spikes along his upper arm. "But...is it so strange I enjoy you?" She kissed his ribs, feeling the cool, smooth scales on her lip.

He didn't answer, his breath held firmly in his chest.

"When I first saw you, it was such a shock. I've never seen anything like you in my life," she stood on her tiptoes, reaching as high as she could to kiss his arm and chest. "But the more I see I realize you're quite beautiful."

"You're lying to me!" He finally snapped, yanking his arm away.

Belle's hands clutched to his stomach and she looked up at him pitifully. "I'm not, I promise," she wrapped her arms around his waist, feeling the spines going up his back. "I'm not a good liar at all."

He lowered his arm again, turning his head away. Belle suddenly wishing she could nuzzle to his neck again at the sight of the muscles there flexing.

"Lie down," she commanded softly.

He frowned but did it anyway. He removed his shirt and laid on her bed, closing his eyes and putting his forearm on them.

Belle crawled on top of him, her hands pressed against his chest. She looked down at him, smirking at how exposed he seemed. "Don't be shy," she whispered as she knelt down, kissing his shoulder. "I'll call you cute next," she teased. She kissed his neck. Her wet lips dragging against the glittering scales.

The beast gasped loudly, his body jerked and a moan escaped.

Belle stared in awe at him, not expecting such a strong reaction. She waited for a moment, but he turned his head away more, hiding as much as he could.

She smirked, she had found a weak spot.

She dipped down again, licking his shoulder and up his neck. She kissed more, sucking like she intended to leave a mark.

He bucked, nearly throwing her off as she teased with him.

"You need to stop!" He snarled, his voice cracking.

Belle giggled, "I'm enjoying myself," she murmured against his skin. "You're mine today, remember?"

He frowned, pulling a pillow over and shield himself from her assault.

Belle pouted slightly, her hand pawing down his chest. "You're not being very good at this." She lifted herself off of him, turning her attention to his tail. She pet down it, the base as thick as one of his legs and it narrowed down to a point about as thick as her wrist. She smirked to herself, deciding to tease more since he was trying to maintain aloofness.

She took his tail, nuzzling it to her chest and kissing it. The tail flicked and she took the tip between her lips, sucking it.

He pulled at her, ripping her back and slamming her into the bed. She looked up at him, stunned then she cracked a smile and began laughing. She took his stunned face and pulled it down, kissing him between giggles. Pecks along his jaw and lips, soft and gentle. She then kissed him hard, pulling him down on top of her and moaning against his lips.

He frowned but kissed back, holding her face between his palms. Her small tongue pushed into his mouth for a moment, then he tasted blood and she pulled back.

"I'm sorry," she touched her lips, a small cut from his teeth.

He leaned in, licking the cut, tasting her blood.

"Mnh," she sighed softly. "I'll have to get used to those teeth." She touched his lips and chin with her fingertips, looking into his eyes for a long moment.

"Why?" He growled.

Belle blushed, "because-" she shrugged, hiding against her shoulder.

"Because?" He snarled, forcing her to look at him.

Belle pouted, her cheeks puffing up for a moment. "Because," she huffed. "I like kissing you."

He scoffed, "you're full of shit, little girl." He dipped down, kissing her neck as she had him, dragging his lips and sucking against her pulse.

"I told you I'm not-" she cupped the back of his head. "But...ah-" he moaned softly, feeling the quickening in her stomach. She pushed against him and sat up. "Not yet," she panted, pushing her hair away from her face.

He laid on his stomach, glaring at her. "Be glad that you own my will today," he snarled. "Or I would have you fucked and sore by now."

"I am sure you would, my lord." Belle fanned herself, not sure she didn't want that too. She sat back close again, petting his back. She touched the tip of one of the bigger spikes, it was dull but sure it hurt if rammed into.

"Do these spines and spikes make things uncomfortable?" She asked.

"What are you intending to do with them?" He mocked.

She frowned at him, "I mean in general!"

He shook his head. "I'm used to them," he muttered and turned his head away.

Her hands froze over his back. "You mean, there was a time that you weren't?"

He ignored her, his tail flicking and wrapping around her hips. Belle rose up, her hands kneading hard into his shoulders and back. He grunted, relaxing though as she rubbed roughly and deep.

"What are you doing?" He growled.

"Just enjoy it," she kissed his neck as a warning and felt him melt in her grasp. She kneaded and pounded his back into her arms grew tired. She collapsed back into the bed beside him and giggled.

He rolled over, looking at her. "Why did you do that?"

She shrugged, "I liked touching you," she inched closer, curling against his chest. "I don't know if you'll ever allow me this pleasure again." She laid her palm on his chest. "Did it feel good? The massage?"

He frowned and scoffed. "I'm not sure."

"Oh well, Rose is better than I at that anyways," she felt her gut pain and she hid her face against his chest. "I mean-"

His hand rested on her back, holding her slightly. "You could command me to do other things." He growled at her. "Not just lie here like a stone."

"I like stones." She murmured against his chest. "Mm," she took in a breath. "You smell good too," she sighed, feeling some relief. "What if I am dreaming now?" She asked, lifting up and looking down at him, moving his head into her lap. "What if I am not here, but back home in bed the night before you are to devour me?" She pet his cheek. "And you are everything I want, a beast created just for me."

He rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Why have a beast when you could easily dream a prince?" He snarled as he rose up. "Command me to do something else, I am painfully bored here."

Belle glanced down his chest and then quickly back up. Her hand palming between his legs. "Is that all that is painful right now."

He snarled and ripped her hand away. "Bitch."

Belle's cheeks were warm and bright, her eyes wide. "You're mine today," she was breathless as she pushed his back against the wall, making him sit. She undid his pants and pulled out his cock, it was thick and hard already. She glanced up at him and she huffed.

"I...I'm not good at this yet." She admitted, taking off her robe.

He scoffed and lifted her up, setting her on his lap. "I can name a few spots on you that bring you to your knees." He pets the curve of her neck, the underside of her breasts, and right down the middle of her back. She trembled each time he did.

"And also," he arched his pelvis, rubbing against her mound. "You're already wet but..." his fingers moved between them.

"Mnh-" she shook her head as she grabbed his wrist. "Not yet," she pant.

He frowned but obeyed, rocking his hips to bump into her.

Belle sat up, kissing his chest and shoulder, wrapping her arms around him. "Hold me," she mewled. "Kiss me." She tilted her head back, allowing him ample purchase of her throat and neck. She trembled, feeling his lips part, his teeth against her skin. "Ah-" her nipples ached, pressing against his chest as he kissed and licked her.

His thumb brushed against the rosy peaks and he chuckled. "Are you as painfully bored as I am by all this?"

Belle trembled, grasping onto his arms. "I'm not..." her voice small and nervous. "I don't know if I can-"

He tilted her chin up, tugging her bottom lip down. "Shh," he set her beside him and then he laid on his back. He pulled her by her leg towards him until she was splayed out on his chest. Her cheek rested against his stomach, slightly confused by this positioning.

His tongue lapped at her slit, pulling her closer to his mouth. She yelped, his fingers gripping hard at his sides. "Cold-" she pant, rolling her hips against him slightly.

He chuckled. "You burn my tongue," he popped her rear playfully.

Belle looked ahead, his cock laying against his stomach before her. "Oh," she reached out, grasping it and stroking it slowly. The tip oozed slightly and she lapped it up, sucking the head of his cock as he suckled at her folds.

"He could take me," she thought. "He could do as he wishes to me and leave me ruined...but he hasn't even suggested it." She pulled back and licked her lips. She looked over his shoulder at him, shuddering as he licked her clean.

"I want to look at you." She slid off his chest and laid beside him.

He rolled onto his side and Belle guided his shaft between her thighs again. For once she was glad her thighs were soft and thick. "This felt so good," she wrapped her arms around his neck as he rose over top of her. She looked up into his face, shivering with nerves. She moved her hips slow at first, rubbing against him. The strange bumps along the top of his cock making her move harder, faster.

He watched her at first, allowing her to use him as he had so used her.

Belle let out a small noise, reaching up to grab hold of the Beast's massive shoulders. She did want him to feel good. Not because it meant staying alive but because it was something she enjoyed; pleasing him. AS she rubbed against him it made her swim in ecstasy, she couldn't help but want that pleasure again for herself.

"What else?" Belle was gasping for breath. "I would do anything to please you." Belle began reaching up, angling herself to kiss the Beast's mouth.

He buried his head in her neck and thrusting against her roughly, his fingers digging into her hips. It was slightly painful, but Belle found she enjoyed it. She gripped onto his back harshly, clawing along his scales.

"Yes!" She pant, then she felt it, the head of his cock pressing at her entrance. He pushed between her folds and against her clit enough she came. Burying herself into his shoulder she moaned and cried out. Her back arching as his thick cum shot against her entrance. She gasped, it was hot and actually felt good inside.

"Ah-" she cupped the back of his head. "Did you-"

He growled lowly. "Forgive me." He began to pull away but Belle held him fast against her, allowing him to finish still in her entrance.

"Clean me up," she pant, falling against the bed. "Since you made such a mess."

He lifted his head enough to glance at her from the corner of his eye, spying her sated smile and flushed cheeks.

He knelt back between her legs. He lifted her thighs over his shoulders and lapping along her cheeks and between her folds.

Belle giggled, it tickled at first. But as he burrowed deeper she felt that dark quickening in her stomach again and she grasped the sheets. "Lord," she pant, her legs shaking as it built again. Waves crashing over her as he slid a finger inside.

After she felt like she would drown and managed to push him away he laughed as he rose.

"What?" She pant weakly.

He shook his head, "I enjoy making you tremble."

Belle frowned and rolled her back towards him. She felt so strange, she knew for today he had promised her this but she wanted it to continue. She wanted this...play and gentleness. She knew though it was just a fluke. Tomorrow he would take her in his fashion and leave her alone and trembling.

His fingers dragged down her back and he kissed her side and stomach. "I didn't mean to-"

She glanced up at him. "Mean to what?"

He rolled his eyes. "If you couldn't tell I might as well of enter you all the way!"

Belle sat up and shook her head. "It made me cum," She whispered softly. "And I can tell," she pet along his ribs. "It made you cum fast too."

He scoffed and looked away. "Tomorrow, I'll eat you."

Belle nodded. "I understand."