8. The Prince and the Beast

THE PRINCE AND THE BEAST

I 'm in awe of the power the beast holds over our beauty, over Elle. The magic of his mark is undeniable. I didn't know how she'd react, but even in my wildest dreams I couldn't have imagined it'd be this easy. She's giving herself freely to him. The moment my lips brushed against the crook of her neck and the beast pressed against my chest, there was a shift. Her fear and worries just vanished as I licked his mark, giving in to his need to do so.

As a soft moan slips from her lips, I wonder how long her compliance will last. The beast and I take turns petting her body, although I maintain control of our form. His need to be present is too great for me to take over completely. And, if I'm honest, I enjoy watching his power over her. She's not in a trance from magic. This is something…different. She's simply at ease. She trusts him. She really shouldn't. His intentions with her aren't moral. But how can I object when I desire the same?

He wars inside of me, desperate to take over, but I hold him back, gritting my teeth and pressing her back against my chest, my hand splayed over her stomach. She's mine. It may be his mark, he may have power over her and a pull I don't understand, but she is mine.

It killed me to not strip her down before we got her back to the castle, but the risk was too high to indulge. I waited until her breathing was deep and even before slipping in through the front door. Her window was far too small for my large build. With the beast eager but compliant, I quietly crept into her room and placed the flowers at her cheek. I wasn't sure how long I should wait so I gave myself a reprieve and watched her swollen breasts rise and fall. I observed a blush run slowly through her chest and up to her cheeks. Her plump red lips parted and she moaned softly. I knew she was dreaming of us, of our touch. With the magic and the pull of the beast, I stole away my beauty with ease.

My dick twitches with need, reminding me I was hard as fuck as I listened to those sweet sounds pouring from her lips as she slept. All I could imagine was pushing my length into her mouth. I want nothing more than to claim every inch of her, in every way my depraved mind can imagine.

As soon as we were within the walls of the castle and had her to ourselves on the bed, the beast became untamable. He obsessed over claiming her; his thoughts came back to the full moon and taking her under it. I've never understood the beast or the thoughts he puts in my mind. I swear at times I am crazed by his demands to shift, to run, to claim dominance.

He couldn't savor the moment as I was. Two decades I've been alone with my misery, confined to these walls without a soul and this beast inside of me, but now I have her. We have her. I need her to want my company as much as I want hers. I need her to live for the pleasure I can give her. I stroke myself again thinking about her wanting me—no, needing me.

The beast doesn't understand subtlety; he doesn't understand waiting. All he knows is that she is ours.

It was hard to resist giving in to her moans and pleas in her sleep. But I need her to be willing. I want her to truly enjoy the moment I bring her to pleasure time and time again. I want her to arch her back and present herself to me to take her however I'd like. A groan leaves me as she rocks against me slightly, my sweet beauty. I desire surrender from her like I have never felt before.

I lightly stroke her inner thigh and she parts her legs with ease. She moans softly while her head rests against my chest. The rumble of approval comes from the both of us. I crave her submission as much as he does. The beast continues to marvel at the scar on her neck while my eyes and hands roam her delectable body. Her soft pale skin begs to be marked. A wicked grin pulls at my lips. The beast agrees and I suckle her neck to rectify the situation.

I run my hand down her stomach, circling her belly button, then I continue down her body to run the tips of my fingers through the soft, trimmed hair on her pussy, watching for her reaction. Every movement is calculated; I'm careful to keep myself from her sight. She cannot see me or I might frighten her.

The need to observe how she responds to my touch is far too great as I run my fingers past her clit and down to her pussy lips, spreading them gently and dipping inside just enough to get her honey on them. Her eyes stay closed as she's in utter rapture from my touch. These stolen glances will be branded in my memory, I'm all too sure of it. Heat rises inside of me and my body aches for more.

I drag the moisture back up to her clit and rub circles against the swollen nub. Her head rolls back as she pants, and I can see her parted lips and her hooded eyes. Fucking beautiful. My chest swells with pride. She thrives with my touch. I lick my lips with the need to taste her, but I resist. Fear sweeps over me. She hasn't agreed to stay, and I won't let her see me until she does. I need to know she won't fight for me to keep her before I can bare myself to her. If she denies me, I'm not sure I will be able to contain the beast. Nor do I have any desire to. She is mine. She will submit; it's only a matter of what it will take to secure her obedience.

Tonight will be for her. I will give her unmatched pleasure until she's sated. Then I must give her space. I'll leave her to roam and see all that I have for her here.

The beast stirs in protest, and I hold him back. As my hand stills, fighting for control, our beauty stirs. It's only then that he's subdued, his focus on her pleasure.

The plan must work. I will please and sate her, allow her to take in all the castle and the magic can offer, and then she must agree. Only then can she see me.

I'll have to leave notes for her. That's the only way I can communicate. Anger swarms in my veins causing the beast to release her neck. Small bruises mark her delicate flesh. Depraved thoughts swarm my mind.

She is trusting of our touch, but how trusting? If I could get her on all fours, I could lap at her from behind without her seeing me. The beast growls in agreement, causing Elle to jump suddenly and her body stiffens.

The pounding of her heart makes it far too obvious that she's awake.

I gently stroke her clit again, and the beast nips her earlobe and down her now-marked neck to her shoulder. He laps at his mark, drawn to it with arrogance. He already sees her as his. But I need more. More than her submission in fear and in trust, I need her desire to please me. To be her reason to live. A darkness sweeps over me at the thoughts of what we could have together. It is fate. The thought whispers in the back of my mind and shivers run down my spine. She is mine.

With my hand gripping her hip, I nudge her forward, giving slight pressure. It's a gentle command and one I'm certain she'll understand. Her shoulders stiffen as she sucks in a breath. Adrenaline rushes into my veins. She's hesitant to move but she doesn't object, so I push a little harder. The bed groans and my cock leaks with precum as she complies, rolling onto her stomach. The small pants and shuddered breaths invigorate me in a way I've never felt before. Her lush curves tempt me to take her as she settles into the bed.

Resisting my own pleasure is difficult, but the thought of her cunt on my tongue is all I can focus on. Her scent makes my mouth water.

As I move to my knees, I spread her thighs wider while lifting her hips. A soft objection in the form of a murmur makes me pause. She pulls away slightly, so I release her, giving her time. Her breathing is heavier and I'm all too aware that fear lingers in the unknown.

I gently pet the small of her back and the beast licks her scar once again. She buries her head in the crook of her arm and shies away from the beast. A groan of disapproval leaves me, and she shudders. Far too much fear worries her. Regret comes over me; I should've tested her readiness before I put her in such a vulnerable position.

With a pounding in my chest, I hold back the beast and sneer at myself.

Obviously she's vulnerable, naked in bed with me. But she didn't fear my touch. In this position I'm sure she's afraid I'm going to fuck her. It would be far too easy. She's no match for me. As much as that makes my dick hard, I desperately crave her surrender. I want her mewling with need, her face pressed into the sheets and her ass propped up for me to do as I please.

And I sure as fuck don't have her submission as she cowers under me.

The beast doesn't register the reality as I do. I can't have her scared of either of us…but she should be scared of the beast. His good temperament relies on her obeying him without question. He's unreasonable and an even greater monster than me. I covet the same as him, but I have patience where he does not. The years weigh heavy on me. I cannot lose her.

His hackles raise inside of me as she denies him what he wants. An anxiousness leaves a cold sweat rolling down my back, knowing his anger will only grow.

With my lips traveling slowly up her bare back, I lay myself beside her and pull her back against my chest. Back to where we were. In an attempt to not only soothe her, but to position my hand between her legs. My little beauty needs a release. She'll be more accepting of my dominance over her body once I've shown her that I'm capable of giving her pleasure and that her release is my priority. Her pleasure, her willingness. Fuck, it's all I've dreamed of since I first saw her.

With my fingertips trailing down the curve of her hip, I focus on the smell of her arousal. The beast relents his irritation and pursues nipping at her nape and down the back of her shoulder, reminding both himself and her of his claim. It causes a chill to run along her skin. Goosebumps spread down her skin all the way to her lush hips.

The image of lining her curves with gentle, open-mouthed kisses flashes in my mind, but I refrain from trying to pull the beast away from her. Not only would that anger him further, but she may see me if I ventured to kiss along her body.

It'll have to wait. I'll please her with my touch for now. Once I have her on all fours, I can worship her body and gain her submission. A grin pulls at my lips as I know I can then take her anyway I wish.

I take my time with her, playing with her and listening to all the feminine sounds that pour from her lips. Her chest rises and falls with each heavy breath as I toy with her. She writhes gently in my grasp, the flush in her cheeks letting me know she's getting close.

With the tips of two fingers, I dip into her heat and then bring them back out, putting feather-light pressure against her nub. She's tight and hot and it takes everything in me not to groan in the crook of her neck, throw her onto her stomach, and slam myself to the hilt inside of her. My beauty mewls and pushes her ass against my hard cock, her back arching gorgeously so.

Fuck yes.

She stiffens slightly at the realization that she's pressed along my length. There's a small gasp and then she rocks again, as if testing me. My chest shakes with a rough chuckle against her back and my warm breath trails down her neck. She shudders and her small breasts bounce just slightly when she does. The beast nuzzles into her neck in approval.

Her blush spreads over her chest and onto her cheeks. I don't relent my ministrations. As I dip my fingers along her folds, I have to suppress a groan; she's fucking soaking. She's so ready. I breathe into her neck while I put more pressure on her clit. I'll get her off this way and then she can come on my tongue. Only then will I push for more.

Her body trembles as I increase the speed and pressure. Her head thrashes from side to side but I lean my head against hers, stilling her against the pillow and preventing her from moving any farther.

"Take it." I'm not sure if the words are whispered by me or the beast. We're both thinking it. The need to have her find her release on my hand overwhelms my entire being.

I need to feel her quiver with pleasure. Her breathing becomes frantic pants, and her body lightly shakes as a sweat breaks out along her chest. Yes! Like the bastard I am, I pull my hand away just as she's ready to come. Her eyes spring open as I lean back and her mouth parts in protest. But there's no need. I'm dying for her release just as much as she is. I smack my hand hard against her clit over and over, and the sound of the slaps fills the room as her mouth screams a lost, silent plea. Her body jolts and spasms as her forceful orgasm pulses through her limbs.

I'm focused far too much on her expression. So much so that if she wanted to see me, she could with how reckless I've been. But her eyes stay shut and when she does open them, she doesn't dare look at me.

As she breathes heavily and desperately tries to steady her shaking limbs, I nudge her hips once again. She easily falls limp on her stomach, and I smile when I compare her willingness now to the last time I tried to get her into position. I lean down and kiss her ass cheek softly while stroking her back. Rewarding her for letting me pleasure her. After all, she is being a very good submissive.

I kneel between her legs and once again attempt to put her on all fours. I slip my fingers under her hips and wait with bated breath while she complies. She steadies herself on her knees, with her hips in the air but leaving her upper body against the mattress. I grin against her lush curves at her submission before kissing her cheek once again. All the while, I pet her lower back soothingly to keep her calm. I bend down lower and lap at her from her clit to her core and dip my tongue all the way in. Her first reaction is to buck forward from surprise. My grip on her hips keeps her from getting far, and she's brisk in efforts to get back into position for me.

For a moment I think she'll look back as I move behind her, my hand wrapping around her throat from behind and then up to her chin. I take my time, adjusting her head so she stares straight ahead, and when I take my hand away and she stays still, I kiss her once again.

The sight of her cunt is better than I've dreamed. With a languid lick, I reward her. Then my hands move from her hips to aid in pleasuring her.

She writhes under me at the touch to her sensitive clit. I'm not gentle in my touch, I'm fairly rough with her. I fuck her with my tongue but pull back when I feel an obstruction. Her hymen? Please, let it be so. Sitting up behind her on my heels, I cup her pussy with my hand. One hand is on her neck to keep her still, the other moves between her legs. Slowly, I push two thick fingers into her tight sheath. I'm not even knuckle deep when I feel it. My breath leaves me in a rush. A sudden desperation overwhelms me to be inside of her. To rip through her virginity and bring her a pleasure no one else has brought her before.

A moment passes as thoughts war in my mind. I debate on testing her willingness by rubbing the head of my dick against her entrance or continuing with my plan to taste her. Bringing my fingers to my lips, I taste her again and close my eyes as I savor her. She's so fucking sweet, a delectable beauty. As I enjoy her taste on my tongue, I lose control and madness consumes me.