Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 74631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Her skin is already reddened underneath my fingertips. There will be bruises when I am finished, but I cannot stop. I do not want to stop. I want her here with me, claimed, marked with my seed. The beast urges my body into Elle, his vision narrowed to her lithe frame on the table and the pool of silk around her.
My cock pulses as I near my release. Elle moans and cries but does not pull away. She moves her hips back, trying to take more of me, though I am already buried in her as deeply as I will go, and her body cannot accept more.
I would never have thought she would bend so easily and accept my girth with cries of pleasure. I can hardly see when she clenches down around me, so tight my cock is nearly strangled. I pulse inside her, my length growing thicker, and I cannot stop the feral growls that issue from between my teeth. There is no point in battling the beast now. He has taken over fully and will not be sated again until he has had his fill, and I am too caught up in Elle’s pleasure to care.
My release erupts out of me with a cry that shakes the castle. Elle’s cunt milks me until the last of my hot release has spilled deep inside her. I emerge slowly from the depths of pleasure.
I made bruises on her skin.
When I can see well enough, they stand out, stark on her hips. My vision continues to clear as the beast pulls back, content on claiming our beauty.
The mess of Elle on the table, my release dripping from between her legs tinged with blood from her virginity, is like a sword to the chest. As my selfish satisfaction grows, so does my guilt. The two sensations are like the prince and the beast, jostling for space and never having enough for the two of them. Because there is only one body. There is only one way to be righteous and moral and it is not to be a beast, yet I have no choice and cannot think of anything else when the scent of her is all over me and her pleasure is heavy in the room.
What have I done?
ELLE
I’ve never felt so light and yet so heavy. So at peace and ease and yet consciously aware of what’s been done and what cannot be taken back. I’m warm everywhere in my body when the beast pulls away. The feeling of hot, wet release between my legs captures all my attention for a moment and I struggle to catch my breath. My muscles shake, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of sensation he poured into me. It is hard to think in this state, but gradually I become aware that he is breathing roughly, as if something’s wrong.
Magic instantly surrounds me, soothing the thought out of my mind. He cannot have been unhappy, because I heard the sounds he made as he took me as well. I heard the relief hidden in the feral growls. It was as if he had been caged for many years and had finally been set free.
I will admit, I feel the same. The pulsing pleasure that remains between my legs feels entirely new and I am relieved, though it takes me several moments to figure out why.
The beast has claimed me.
Oddly, my lips are lulled into a contented smile. As if my dreams came true. As if this was all supposed to happen.
Bit by bit the memories are etched into my mind and replayed. He licked the wine from my chin and my chest, nipping at my skin. They were not bites like he gave me on the swing to leave marks but almost as if to explore. I felt his control snap when he began to push into me, and I felt the expectation of my life in the village break away from me at that moment as well. I didn’t ever expect to behave so wantonly even in my marriage bed, and I cannot think of a man in the village who would have turned me so desperate and seeking the way the beast has.
His knuckles brush the inside of my thigh and move up through the mess he’s made of me, settling one more time at my pussy. My heart races in anticipation, still unable to see and not knowing what happens next. The beast makes an even rougher sound, then hisses as if he has discovered someone else’s wrongdoing.
I do not know what it means. My lack of experience and naivety play tricks on me. Doubting what I feel. Denying the pull as some foolish thought.
When he kissed me, I felt that we were both giving in to the magic and the tension between us. There may have been shame in that before but there can’t be any now.