When Beauty is the Beast (Phenom x NymphoWolf)

[Sin-Claire]

Hannah felt a touch of trepidation as she urged her large black draft horse, Felipe, to continue plodding through the thick snow, even as the falling snowflakes obscured most of their vision. She didn't want to admit it but it seemed they were lost. A huge snowstorm had come up while she was making the journey home from the city and she couldn't see anything.

A lone wolf howled in the distance, the sound mournful and low, and then a second wolf answered, much closer than the last. Felipe's eyes rolled with terror and Hannah patted his neck to comfort him, feeling a tremor of her own fear surface. The snow in front of them shifted and she realized it was a giant white wolf, stalking towards them, it's teeth bared. Another shape shifted behind the first and Felipe gave a nervous whinny before turning to flee.

Hannah could only hang on, not willing to argue with the frightened horse. Still, they were crashing through the brush at an alarming rate and she couldn't see anything that might lay in their path. Hungry growls and yaps sounded behind them and Hannah made the mistake of looking back. Wolves raced along behind them, right on Felipe's hooves.

Before she could face forward a sense of weightlessness overtook her, and she heard Felipe's whinnying scream of panic. Hannah flew from Felipe's back before landing hard on snow, her body continuing to tumble end over end, the world spinning in a haze of white. When she came to a stop she gave a gentle groan, her mind and body disoriented. Raising her head, she turned to look at their surroundings. Felipe was struggling to his feet so Hannah began to do the same.

Low growls sounded out from above and her eyes flew up to see that they must have fallen down somewhat of a gully, the sides rising up sharply. Realizing that it was only a matter of time before the wolves found a way down Hannah hurried to her feet. Felipe had the same idea and the panicked horse immediately fled much to Hannah's dismay. "No!" she cried out, fingers reaching forward. Hearing the growls spreading out, Hannah turned and scrambled up the other side of the gully, slipping and sliding. She'd almost reached the top when she heard the snarl of a pursing wolf on her heels and kicked out with her boot. A satisfying yelp answered and she grabbed a small tree to pull herself up the rest of the way.

Immediately she ran, holding the riding skirt she wore up and out of the way. Mercifully heavy gates appeared before her with a castle in the background. She ran in through the gates and then foolishly realized she had no way to secure them shut. However, the chasing wolves stopped before reaching it, pacing warily with frustrated growls. Odd.

Picking herself up, she didn't question her good fortune and instead approached the castle doors, feeling frozen to the bone. Opening the wide door she peered her head in but saw no one and no lights. "Hello?" she called timidly, entering and shutting the door behind her, shivering once she was clear of the biting wind and snow.

 

[Phenom]

The faint echo of the Hello reverberated through the deceptively empty castle. A pair of brown-hued eyes peeked around one of the hallways. They observed the young woman with a mixture of curiosity and concern. A second pair of eyes peeked around the same corner albeit lower on the wall. The two glanced at each other, mirroring the other's concern and then they quickly withdrew out of sight again. There was the sound of furious whispering, slightly raised shouts of indignation and then the taller of the two was suddenly shoved out into the hallway. The anthropomorphic fox was dressed in a parody of a butler vest, a pair of too small glasses perched on his long snout and a short bowler hat that was pulled down over his ears. His fur was a dull shade of red and had begun to turn grayish white around his muzzle, hinting at his advanced age.

"You musn't be here, miss." The fox whispered, bowing slightly, moving closer to her. "It's not safe for you, the master has been in a mood of sorts late. The master will not take kindly to trespass, we must encourage you to leave."

The second figure, a badger, shuffled into view, worrying his hat in his paws. "The butler speaks true miss, you must go."

"Have you two forgotten your manners?" A matronly voice chastised, a portly pig in a dirty apron appeared, hands on her hips and a large ladle gripped firmly in her left. "The poor girl is starving and freezing. We should at least give her some food, let her warm herself by the fire before we shoo her out."

The butler and the badger stared nervously at each other and gulped before the butler stepped forward, holding out a hand for the young woman to take before guiding her into a large antechamber in the castle and lowering her into one of the large, lounging chairs stationed before a large hearth where a small fire simmered. The badger disappeared for a few minutes before reappearing with a large bundle of kindling and logs in his hands. He began stacking the logs in the fire and the room was suddenly cast in a flickering light as the fire roared, climbing up the chimney at the fresh fuel. The butler approached the young woman and laid a cover over her lower abdomen and legs, adjusting it so that she was tucked firmly before stepping back, tittering the whole while.

The cook, for could she be anything else with that apron and the large pot of delicious stew on a rolling cart, she was pushing into the room. "Here we are, poor thing. Got you some warm soup, should warm you to the core, it should. Eat your fill, eat your fill."

The cook began to ladle out a generous portion of the stew into a wooden bowl and then handed it to the woman. She left the ladle in the pot and motioned for the two other servants to follow her out of the room. Their muted conversation drifted out occasionally from the next room, phrases such as 'we can't let her leave', 'the master will not be pleased', 'have you lost your humanity' could be heard over the crackling of the flames. It was apparent from the tone of their conversation that the young woman was neither welcome or unwelcome; but, existed in a sort of in-between.

Meanwhile, the fleeing Felipe quickly galloped to the only place he knew, home. The pounding of his hooves caused the faint glow of a lantern to be lit in one of the windows and a man pulled back the blinds, revealing a young man with short, wavy hair that hung to just below his ears and a pair of caring, hazel eyes that widened in alarm when he realized the horse's saddle was empty. The young man quickly shimmied into a pair of brown trousers, shrugged a white shirt over his lean, toned frame and quickly grabbed a cloak and a pair of gloves as he exited the small home he and his sister shared in town.

"Felipe! Felipe, calm down." Sebastian shouted, pulling on his gloves and reaching for the nervous horse's reins, trying to calm the beast. "Felipe, you must calm down. I cannot help you if you do not calm down."

Sebastian managed to finally settle the horse down, though Felipe's eyes continuously darted around nervously, his ears flickering at every slight sound. "Felipe, what has happened to you? I have never seen you so scared! And where is my sister?"

 

[Sin-Claire]

Hannah edged into the door and the shelter it provided from the storm. Before she could walk further she thought she heard muffled whispering before a shape suddenly fell into the entry hall in front of her. It stood and she blinked hard, mystified by what she was seeing. Was she hallucinating? It was a fox... In a bowler hat. Her eyes widened even further into saucers when it began to speak.

Her mouth opened as though she were going to say something but then a badger stepped around the corner as well. They wanted her to leave? She sniffled and realized that she was chilled to the bone. Perhaps she had a fever. Hallucinations surely. A motherly voice sounded out before a pig in an apron rounded the corner. She sounds nice, thought Hannah, even if she is a hallucination.

The thought of a fire and food sounded like absolute heaven so Hannah decided that perhaps she could live with being a little mad. The fox approached and held out a hand and she took it, her own small human hand large around his. He led her to a large open room to sit in front of a large hearth into a chair.

They sat her down before building the fire to a nice warm blaze before covering her with a blanket. The welcoming pig she had seen earlier returned, bringing with her a delectable aroma. Hot stew was ladeled into a bowl for her and she took a mouthwatering bite. Heavens that was good.

Swallowing Hannah was going to thank them but they all walked outside and she could hear their muttered arguments. It was obvious there was some issue in her being there but she didn't know where else to go. It occurred to her that she might should ask them if there was a doctor in their staff since she was almost certain she must be delirious with fever or madness.

She continued to eat but looked around to check her surroundings. There was a second lounge chair on the other side of a table nearby but the arms rests looked shredded as if a giant cat had raked claws over it. A beautiful mirror lay on the table, silver gleaming handle with intricate rose carvings and the quality of the reflection was like nothing she'd ever seen. Her bowl was now empty so she set it down on the table and gently picked up the mirror. It was marvelous. Overcome with the desire to possess such a treasure she quickly slid the mirror beneath her cloak.

Unbeknownst to her there were eyes that had been watching her from the shadows and they were none too pleased. A growl suddenly reverberated through the chamber, low and ominous. Hannah's eyes widened as fear made her blood run cold. Swallowing hard she took a deep breath and turned slowly to look around the chair she sat in, feeling the hairs raising on the back of her neck.

The sight that met her made her muscles go slack and her mouth drop open. A moment of gaping helplessness overtook her for a moment before she let out a high scream.

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The scent of human pervaded her nostrils and amber eyes flashed open with sudden awareness. The flat nose she possessed flared as she inhaled deeper and her eyes narrowed in suspicion. Why would she be smelling a human? Rising from her nest of shredded bedding and pillows she stretched on all fours like a great beast. A great mane of brown hair flowed down from her head and back. Lighter softer fur covered nearly every inch of her and claws, dangerously sharp, adorned her hands and feet which were more like paws.

She was unclothed save for a bit of black fabric that was wrapped around her breasts and her hips, covering only what was necessary. Clothes tended to be hot and uncomfortable against her fur. Stalking forward she moved silently on all fours exiting the room and moving through the shadows. She had a tendency to keep herself hidden, even from her servants.

It kept her from having to constantly deal with the fearful gazes and disgust that no princess should ever have to endure. Though she was far from a princess now. Shaking off the thoughts she followed the scent as it got heavier, peering around the corner at her servants that scurried about a young woman. She was beautiful, Annabel thought with a heavy heart. It made sorrow and and self pity grip her heart.

Pausing she continued to watch, deciding she would allow the charade to continue. After all, it had been quite some time since she had seen a human. Watching quietly she watched as the blonde haired girl was left by herself and she felt her hackles raise as the girl picked up her mirror. Her magic mirror. Still she held herself back. That was until she saw the dishonest brat slip it into her cloak. Anger rules any other reason she may have still had shreds of and she stalked forward on all fours, her hair on end, nails clicking against the wood and a menacing growl sliding from bared teeth.

The girl in question slowly turned, her eyes widening in fright. Fear, disgust, loathing. She was no stranger to these reactions but they still drove her mad. The girl screamed and Annabel lunged forward with a snarl. In an instant she had her pinned to the chair and was looming above her. The lithe girl shook like a leaf as Annabel lowered to bring their faces inches apart.

"You think to steal from me?! I allow my servants to feed and warm you and you STEAL FROM ME?!" Annabel demanded, her growling words rising with her fury.

"I-I," the girl stammered nervously unable to form words. It was also clear from her scent that she had lost control of her bladder. Annabel's nose and lip curled in disgust and she grabbed the back of the clothes the girl wore and grabbed out the mirror with the other. Setting down the mirror carefully, she lifted the terrified girl easily standing upright on her legs. "Perhaps you will have a better answer after spending some time in the dungeons," Annabel snarled, turning and beginning to drag the girl behind her who was now struggling. Ignoring her pleas and cried Annabel threw her into an open cell and shut the door. Steal from her, would she?! Ungrateful child. She could rot in that cell although Annabel knew the servants would tend to her.

 

[Phenom]

The three servants had continued their conversation, unaware of the arrival of their master. It was not until their princess roared and charged the young woman that the three scurried back out to see their princess, warped into the shape of a towering beast-like human, pinning the young woman to the chair. The fox ran over and tugged on the clothing around their master's lower body, the only thing within reach. It was equivalent to man trying to push a boulder.

"Princess!" The fox pleads, the badger and cook coming over and gripping her pants too. "You're scaring the poor girl! There is no reason for this! What would she have done that would cause you to be so upset, my princess?"

The servants let out a small gasp of surprise, their faces morphing into horror and then shame as they shook their heads at the young girl. "Not the mirror, oh dears, my poor girl."

The trio of servants followed along, wringing their furred hands as they watched the young woman be dragged mercilessly through the castle and tossed like a sack of vegetables into one of the vacant cells. They formed a semi-circular ring around the door of the cell and hung their heads. There was little they could do if their master was irked so. They had rarely seen her in such a temper, not since the early days of her curse when she had been most vulnerable. They knew that this would be a trying time for the young woman. The cook disappeared and returned, tossing a cover and a few soft, downy pillows through the bars.

"Use those my dear," The cook whispered, curling her fingers around the bars. "Give the master time, she will come around."

The butler shook his head and rested a pawed hand on the cook's shoulder. "You know that not to be true, Elsa."

"Silence, Gustav." She grumbled back at the fox, crossing her arms under her ample bosom. "You may be the most senior of her servants; but, you are not a woman and cannot understand her heart. We must encourage her to see wisdom, to release the poor girl."

The fox mumbled about the state of things and disappeared, the badger following a few minutes after, leaving the cook as the young woman's only guest. "You just rest, dearie. I'll fetch you some more soup and we'll see what we can do about getting you out of that horrid cell. Just because you're a prisoner doesn't mean you have to be treated like a criminal."

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Sebastian continued to soothe the frightened horse with gentle words and soft rubbing motions of his hands on the soft fur of the horse's muscled neck. He adjusted the straps on the saddle to something more comfortable and lengthened the stirrups for his taller height. He slid his booted feet into the stirrups, adjusted them again till his knees were only slightly bent and then rose in the saddle, running a hand through his hair.

"Ready, Felipe?" The horse snorted and pawed at the ground with a hoof. "Show me where you last saw my sister."

He gave the horse a gentle nudge with his knees and Felipe began to walk, then trot and finally canter. He kept Felipe from galloping as they neared the dark forest. I told her to stay away from here, warned her it was not safe. Apparently she listens as well as expected. He grumbled, slowing to a walk as he ducked and weaved through the low-hanging branches. He could hear the growls of wolves on the wind and he tugged his cloak tighter about himself against the sudden chill. Felipe nervously snorted and tried to turn back, Sebastian urged him forward with increased pressure from his knees. He needed to know what had become of his sister. He couldn't turn back now, not when they were so close. It was not long before the spires of a turret peeked above the canopy and he craned to see the top. He gave up as they exited before a pair of imposing iron gates, standing open.

Felipe reared and pawed at the air. "What's wrong Felipe, it's just an old castle."

"Come on," he soothed, urging the horse slowly forward. "Where did this come from? I never heard of a castle here before. Hannah why would you come here?"

Felipe approached what he assumed to be the front doors and he slid from the saddle, brushing the dust and dirt from his pants as he did. He slowly walked forward and observed the large, lion-shaped knockers. He slowly lifted one and let it fall, the sound booming through the castle. Again, he lifted and let it fall. And a third time before the castle door slowly opened.

"Hello!" Sebastian called out. "I'm looking for sister, have you seen her? She's a young woman with hair the color of wheat. My horse seems to think she came here."

He began to wander the castle, drifting to the room where the fire still crackled in its hearth. "Is anyone home?"

"It's rude, young man, to be wandering through another person's home." A voice called out from behind him, causing him to turn and look down at a fox? His mind tried to process that as the fox continued. "I am Gustav, the butler of these estates. How can I assist you?"

Sebastian ignored his misgivings and thoughts of insanity, grasping to his primary reason for strength. "I'm looking for my sister-"

"You must go! Quickly!" The fox moaned out, beginning to push at his chest in an attempt to get him to move back towards the doors. "Quickly! Before the master returns and finds you! Your sister is well, trust me-"

He ignored the attempts to be moved and growled. "Show me where she is!"

"Fine." The fox moan dejectedly. "This way then."

The fox turned and began guiding him through the winding halls of the castle, possessing an innate memory of the twists and turns that left Sebastian confused and lost after the first few turns. They finally arrived at the dungeons and he could clearly see a form bundled under the covers in the corner.

He quickly lunged at the bars, tugging on them to no avail. "Hannah, is that you?"

 

[Sin-Claire]

Hannah had been more frightened than she'd ever been in her life, even when she'd been running from the wolves. At least she'd had a name for those. This thing, although decidedly female had been nothing but a beast. Fangs and claws that decorated a wild animal with human like intelligence.

She felt a small sense of hopelessness and curled in on herself in the cell, trying to escape into her dreams as she used the pillow and covers that the kind woman who looked like a pig had given her. She had been so scared she hadn't even tried to thank the servants. It was a regret she had now that she had ample time to think on it.

It was clear in her mind that she hadn't been delusional. They were really animals that spoke and wore clothing. But they were nothing but kind unlike that monstrous thing they had called master. Hannah allowed herself to wallow in self pity for a time and cried until she was finally able to fall asleep.

Approaching footsteps woke her and she gripped her blankets harder, facing away from the door in fear. However, a voice she recognized all too well graced her ears, calling her name. "Brother?" she questioned with a cry, sitting up and turning to face him with wide eyes. It was him! "Oh Sebastian!" she cried with a gasp, hurrying over to the bars so she could press her fingers around his. It was so good to see him. But wait, he should not be here. This was a bad place. And that beast...

"Sebastian, you must leave!" she said with certain conviction, glancing behind him as if searching for an unseen foe, terror lacing her voice. Her normally pristine condition had indeed changed. She was dirty and her hair was a tangled mess, her eyes puffy with tears. "Please brother, leave me and this place!" she begged, gripping him with all her strength. "Before it is too late!"

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Annabel stalked back and forth in her chambers, tearing apart whatever unlucky item found its way in her path. Standing upright she stood nearly 7 feet tall, taller than most men, and despite her being somewhat lean, she was covered in hardened muscle. Her nails clicked against the stone floor with every step but she was slowly calming down from her maddened rage she'd been in earlier.

It had been 4 years since she'd been turned into a beast and still found it hard to control her emotions. They led to harsher instincts. Instincts she tried to suppress by hunting in the forest although it did no good. Still, there was a small bit of her humanity that lamented her actions. Perhaps she had been too harsh. Nonsense, her beast argued internally. The girl was a thief!

A heavy knocking from far away in the castle made her ears prick up. And then she heard a voice. Male. No visitors for years and now she gets two visitors in the same day? A growl rumbled from her lips but she quelled it. Exiting her destroyed private chambers she moved through the castle, moving unseen, watching as her servant led someone down to the dungeons. Taking a different path she came down just as his hands wrapped around the bars of her prisoner's cell.

Annabel froze as she caught sight of him. He was handsome. The fact that she hadn't seen a man in so long made her insides ache for him. Her inner beast was more physical, and she felt a need to mate, her nostrils flaring. Settling in the shadows, not wanting to be seen and judged by him she watched the girl bravely tell him to leave. Thief she may be but at least she wasn't a coward. But still, Annabel couldn't sit idly by. Not when all this commotion was going on in HER castle. Her domain.

Remaining in the shadows she finally spoke up, her low voice echoing in the space. "The girl is right. You have no right to be here," she spoke out harshly, watching for his reaction. "Leave now and I will forgive your trespass."

 

[Phenom]

"I cannot leave you, Hannah." Sebastian retorted angrily, yanking futilely on the iron bars to no avail again. "Release her from this cell at once!"

The fox cringed at the sound of a new voice calling out from the darkness. "Master please, let them go. You are better than this."

At the word master, Sebastian slowly turned to see the source of the voice. He tried to hide shock and surprise at the creature standing there, towering over him. It, no she, he could clearly tell the sex of the creature by the large, firm breasts on her chest and despite her bestial features, there was a tenderness underneath that could only be feminine. He found his eyes traveling over her body subconsciously before swallowing and sticking his chest out. He wasn't sure who this master was; but, surely they could not be so heartless as to hold his sister prisoner in such conditions?

"Is there a way you can release her, free her from this cell?" Sebastian probed, a thought popping in his head. "Would you perhaps switch her place with mine, release her and I shall become your prisoner?"

The butler could no longer remain silent and stamped his foot on the ground, huffing. "You do not know what you are asking, young man. The master caught this young miss, stealing from us. She attempted to take something very valuable from the master. What makes you think that the master would be so willing to release a prisoner, a prisoner who was caught in the act of the theft by the very owner of said object?"

"It does not matter." Sebastian retorted, crossing his arms as he spun to look at the she-beast, his hazel gaze determined, completely ignoring the butler. "Will you accept my offer or not? You can imprison me or us both; but, I will not leave my sister to suffer in such conditions. She has a condition, something she has no control over. Her body acts subconsciously, items find their way in her pockets with her having been none the wiser. She is as innocent as you or I! Release her and you shall have a willing prisoner, willing to suffer whatever conditions you deem acceptable."

 

[Sin-Claire]

Annabel growled angrily at her butler, the fox, for overstepping his place. "Do not presume to counsel me," she warned her servant before she stepped forward, her gaze turning to the man in front of her. Here too was a brave individual, to stand before her without fleeing or even shaking. Her amber eyes looked over his form, evaluating him silently, her beastial features giving no hint to her thoughts.

It was clear that he loved her, this sister of his. It made her think of the curse that had been placed on her and her subjects but even the thought brought pain. No one could willingly stomach the sight of her much less love her so she would not give herself such foolish hope.

Still, she listened to his words, not with compassion, but with cold curiosity. He would give up his life for his thieving sister? A willing prisoner. The idea needed no further thought and despite the girl's protests from her confinement, Annabel nodded her head. "If you would take her place I would let her leave," she agreed before taking an ominous step forward, "However, if you should attempt to break your word and leave, I know her scent and I shall track her down myself to face a harsher judgement."

With that said the beast stepped forward and, using a key she pulled from between her breasts, unlocked the door, before stepping back to give them a moment. Hannah rushed forward and embraced her brother, sobbing into his shoulder. "Sebastian, you mustn't do this!" she implored, tears tracking down her face. "I cannot let you pay for my mistakes. It was my fault!" she insisted, clutching his shirt.

After giving them a longer moment Annabel growled. "That is enough," she muttered, stepping between them, having to hold the struggling Hannah by the collar of her dress. Her amber eyes bore into Sebastian's hazel ones as she pressed him into the cell and slammed the door shut. Hannah went limp in her hold so Annabel merely threw the petite girl over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, ignoring the way the girl sobbed into her fur.

Walking out, she stalked to the main hall motioning for her servants. Once they were by the door, she lowered the girl down and looked to each of them. "Outfit her horse with saddlebags filled with items from the treasury," she commanded then turned her attention to the girl. "If you try to come back or tell anyone of this place I will kill him," she threatened, flashing her teeth. The girl would want for nothing if she could move on with her life. Hannah's eyes widened as the futility of the situation set in. Scrambling backwards, she came to her feet at the large front door, keeping her frightened eyes on Annabel before she darted out. Hopefully that would be the last she saw of her.

Annabel turned from the door and walked to the dungeon entryway, her heavy tail swishing with every step and showing her agitation. Now what to do with the man? Snapping her fingers, she tapped her finger on the wall as a servant approached. "Take the prisoner to the guest chambers and show him proper accomodations," she instructed handing over the iron key. "If he tries to leave, notify me immediately, I shall be in my chambers."

With that Annabel set off for her room, her mind churning with her thoughts. She was only giving him a room since it would be foolish to leave him in the dungeon forever she reasoned with herself. Not out of some soft hearted sentiment. She would make use of him as a servant as well in time. Nodding with that thought she padded to the center of her balcony where a single rose was suspended in a seemingly frozen state.

Keeping her distance, she eyed the petals that littered the floor with a sickening feel in her stomach. There was another that hadn't been there earlier.

 

[Phenom]

"My apologies, princess." The butler apologized, bowing at the waist. "I forgot my place."

Sebastian held the stare of the she-beast, not flinching or blink. "I would willingly take her place and I would willingly give anything to protect my sister. I know she is flawed, as are all of us. Yet, I would not see her suffer when I could easily take her place and serve her time. She deserves the chance to change, to become a better person. To become the person she was always meant to be. You will have to do no such thing because I promise on my life to remain your prisoner until I have served a time befitting the crime."

"Shh, Hannah, I will be alright." Sebastian soothed, wiping the tears from her eyes and wrapping his sister in a tight embrace, causing the young man to raise an eyebrow when he saw where the key had been hidden. "It does not matter now, dear sister, I have given my word that I will take your place in exchange for your freedom. The dice have been cast, the fates will decide."

Sebastian nearly growled when his sister was pulled from his arms and manhandled, grunting as he was forced into the cell, gripping the bars until his hands turned white with the effort. "Be gentle with her, you promised!"

The servants followed meekly behind their master, knowing they would pay for their actions earlier that eve. They had known better than to allow a guest inside the castle; but, they could not in good faith turn away a suffering, innocent soul. Their hearts ached with the pitiful, traumatized state of the young woman as she carried like a sack of potatoes before being deposited at the door. The servants quickly scurried to do as they were bid, eventually returning in view with Felipe being led by his reins, his saddlebags loaded with various gems, golden trinkets and valuables just as the young woman was scared out of the castle.

"Be careful dear," the cook whispered to the fleeing girl, clasping her hands to her chest. "Well, you heard the master. We must see to our new guest. What a brave man, offering to suffer in place of his younger sibling. The master seems to have taken a liking to him too!"

The fox and badger turned to look at the portly cook, the fox hissing. "Careful woman! Lest we find ourselves thrown in a cell for speaking such things. I will see him to one of the guest bedrooms, you two make sure that it is prepared for him."

The pig and badger scurried off to do as they were bid while the fox made his way once more down to the dungeon, stopping to grab the key from the other servant before approaching the cell door, unlocking it and pulling it open. "This way please. Don't make a fuss and come quietly, it will be better for all of us if you comply."

"I understand." Sebastian sighed, rising from the cot and following the fox as he was led out of the dungeon and up the steps to the guest side of the castle, the butler pausing before one of the rooms and opening it to reveal a small room with a four-poster bed, a window with a lovely view of the courtyard below and a small bookshelf collecting dust. "Am I restricted to this room at all times?"

The fox shrugged. "The master was quite clear. If you attempt to leave, I am to report to her immediately. She did not specify the limits of your captivity. I would not wander too far or go into the eastern part of the castle where her private quarters are housed. Will you be needing anything else this evening then?"

"No," Sebastian replied, stepping into the room and turning as the butler shut the door. "Have a good evening."

Sebastian began to explore the room, trying to find ways to waste time. He flipped through several of the books collecting dust on the shelves before making his way over to the bed and beginning to strip out of his clothing. He hung the cloak on the back of the chair for the desk, then his trousers and finally his shirt before climbing under the covers. He crossed his arms behind his head and stared at the ceiling. How do I get into these situations? He mused as he turned on his side, feeling sleep beginning to overtake him and soon he was gently snoring.

 

[Sin-Claire]

Annabel stared at the rose forlornly and an unknown amount of time passed as she did so. When she looked back outside, it was the dead of night. Rousing herself from the fixation she couldn't help but think of her prisoner. Sebastian was what the girl had called him. Wandering out of her chamber she padded silently down the hall, her ears on the alert.

She could smell him before she heard his breathing and it brought her to his door. Walking into a different room she slipped into a servant's passage, followed it and pressed a panel that opened a portion of his wall soundlessly. Stepping in, her amber eyes were able to see easily in the dark and she slowly approached the snoring form that lay beneath the covers.

Inhaling deep, she drew in his scent, feeling a desire curl in her belly. Drawing closer she looked at his face, slack with sleep and felt an urge to touch the soft brown hair that fell over his forehead. Looking more intently, she could tell that he was shirtless by his bare shoulders and she wished to see his entire chest.

Cautiously she watched his face, then ever so gently gripped the covers with one clawed hand listening for changes in his breathing as she lifted the covers. Her eyes widened instantly at what was revealed but she didn't drop the covers. He was completely nude and she couldn't help but allow her gaze to fixate over his hard muscles and soft cock.

Swallowing hard she lowered the covers gently and stepped back. She may have been a beast but she still had the desires of a human woman. And those desires were pushing her towards him. Shaking her head she quickly exited the room before her impulsive beast side would lead her to something she would regret.

Still, the arousal clinged to her and it made her restless. Stalking towards a near window, she opened it and jumped down onto the grass below. Landing with a thud she decided the best way to overcome would be to hunt. It always made her feel better. Lowering to all fours she took off towards the forest, instincts coming alive as she let the beast take over.

She wouldn't return until dawn, a large stag slung over her back. Annabel came in through the back kitchen entrance, setting the kill down before she entered. The walk back had given her a clearer head and she found the cook, a kind portly pig inside. She hadn't always been a pig, Annabel's brain reminded her. Pushing away her guilt, she approached the servant slowly with a tired air.

"There is a stag outside, have someone butcher it so it does not go to waste," she ordered. "And have someone see to it that a bath is drawn," she continued as an afterthought. "I will be waiting in the bathhouse," she finished. Her hair was a mess with brambles and there was definitely blood on her coat, some from her own scratches but mostly from the dead deer. Turning away, her long tongue came out to lick around her mouth feeling mildly self conscious as she made her way to the bathhouse.

There had once been a time where she would've been disgusted just to see a dead animal. And she would never have been caught dead with a hair out of place. And now just look at her. Her self disgust gnawed at her and she moved to the baths with a tired sigh.

 

[Phenom]

Sebastian had expected his sleep to fitful and chocked full of night terrors. It was oddly peaceful and he never once awoke during the night, though in his sleep-induced state there was one time he felt like someone had been watching him sleep and he'd felt a gentle breeze against his naked skin, causing his cock to slightly harden against his lower stomach. He rolled on to his side, snuggling tighter against the pillow, his hair shifting enough to partially cover half of his face. He felt the breeze again from the window and shifted back to his back, pulling the covers sleepily to cover his chest as he snuggled against the soft fabric.

The servants had been watching, spying their mistress climb out of the guests' window and disappearing into the forest, sending them into a flurry of chatter. There were all sorts of rumors floating about the possibility of this one breaking the curse and finally allowing them to be free of their wretched castle. The cook, butler and chief servant stood by the back door as the early rays of morning pierced through the thick canopy of the forest. Their eyes spotted their mistress emerge from the woods, a large stag slung over her shoulders. They stood staring as their mistress walked by, claiming to head for the bath house.

"You heard her, you louts." The butler growled out, placing a paw on each of their shoulders. "We can't be seen standing around while the mistress does all of the work."

"You only say that because you get the easy job of ordering us around."

"Hush you!" The fox chastises as the cook chuckles, covering her mouth as the fox turns his glare on her. "You! Have this lunkhead carry it in and make sure that everything is cut and stored to prevent spoiling. I will prepare the bath as requested."

The cook and the badger grumbled and saw to the cutting of the stag carcass, hanging the meats to dry before salting them and storing them in the cellar. The fox did as he promised, making his way to the once lavish bath house, now reduced to a fragment of its former glory. Vines crept along the outer windows, obscuring the inside from view while a gnarled, old oak's branches hung precariously over the glass ceiling. The inside bore some of the former magnificence though. Marble sculptures of various animals playing were spread around the edges of the large, deep bath, water that was heated over slow burning coals pouring from their open mouths into the water below. He dug around in one of the closets nearby and withdrew a stopper of a liquid, pouring it into the water and watching as bubbles slowly began to spread across the surface. He made sure to add some of her favorite bath toys before leaving to grant his mistress her desired privacy while bathing.

Sebastian rose and dressed, his tunic askew as he wandered the maze of the castle, following his ears to the kitchen where the bustling activity of the servants and cook preparing breakfast could be heard. He watched them work in silence before the cook spotted him and chased him off with a large rolling pin held angrily over her head, alerting him to the very real threat she posed with such an instrument. He quickly complied, exploring the various nooks and crannies of the castle until he lifted an arm to pick up a book and was assaulted by his pungent body odor. He tracked down and cornered a servant, asking for directions to the bath. He followed the directions easily enough until he stood outside. Not bothering to knock, he slowly pulled them open.

A slow cloud of bubbles drifted out around his ankles as he stepped inside. He could hear and see the sound of water and his eyes began to adjust to the slightly darker lighting of the room. It slowly began to dawn on him that he was not presently alone in the bath house and he slowly spun in the direction his senses warned him of danger. He found a form lounging in the bath, clearly nude by the furred skin on display. He could see a long, muscular leg stretch languorously out of the water, bubbles trailing down towards...he quickly looked back up, his gaze lingering on a pair of large, firm breasts covered in a soft fur and despite his fear at what was clearly peeping, he felt his cock begin to harden. He muttered a 'To hell with it' and slowly stripped out of his own clothing, his naked cock standing upright and shifting back and forth with his movements.

"Mhmmm," he sighed as he slowly lowered himself into the warm, bubbly water. "This is the life."

 

[Sin-Claire]

Annabel entered the bathhouse, moving over to the washbasin to clean the worst of the blood from her face and mouth while her servant prepared the water. Hearing him leave she quickly stripped out of the cloth rags she wore and slunk into the hot soothing water. It had been quite some time since she'd had a full bath and it was long overdue. She let out a mix between a groan and a growl as she stretched out, popping multiple kinks.

Inhaling deep she basked in the honey and apple aroma of the bubble bath, running her hands through her fur and hair. Combing it out with her own claws, she worked to remove the twigs and leaves, before letting out a gentle sigh. Floating here in the bath she could close her eyes and almost pretend that she was still beautiful and human. Since she hadn't slept all night the hot water made her a bit drowsy and she nodded off in the soothing water.

Her ears twitched as the door opened but she dismissed the sound, thinking it to be one of her hand maids bringing in towels and fresh cloth to wrap herself in. Her head was laying back on the bath's edge, her upper body floating slightly in the water with a leg stretched to the side. Everything smelled of honey and apple so she missed the telltale scent of human male. It wasn't until she heard the sound of someone stepping into the bath and a man's voice that her eyes shot open.

Surprise gripped her as she stared forward, a hard cock the first thing she saw before it sank beneath the water. And then his full chest and handsome face as he sank all the way in. She could only sit and stare at him blankly for a moment in stunned silence. Who would have the audacity to slip naked into a bath with the princess? That thought gave her pause. She must not seem like much of a princess in his eyes which was understandable. Sitting rather than floating, she allowed her breasts to sink beneath the surface, embarrassed that he'd seen them.

Masking that with mild anger she growled lightly. "You sure are a brave one aren't you?" she asked, her amber eyes slightly narrowed. Still, she made no move towards him and gave no order to leave. Everyday her life had been much the same. Lonely. Miserable. Ridden with guilt over what she'd caused her subjects to endure. Sebastian being here changed things.

Sitting back, she eyed him warily, wondering what would be done with him. Claim him, her beast growled silently in her chest. Fuck off, she growled back in her mind. However, he was her prisoner. She could do with him as she wished, could she not? "It is just as well that you are here," she noted off hand. "Now I need not call for another servant. Come and wash my back," she commanded, turning in place.

She wondered briefly if he would deny her and what she would do if he did. Lock him away again? Force him to go without clothes? However, she wanted to feel his touch against her and wanted to see his response to her. Did she disgust him? He had been hard when he'd stepped in but that could just be due to any number of factors. It was doubtful that her furred breasts, although large, could have such an affect on a human man.

Not to mention she wasn't merely ugly on the outside. That damnable enchantress had merely cursed her to be as beastial on the outside as she was on the inside. It had been after Annabel had refused the old crone entry to her father's castle in the midst of a storm while she was in the midst of a ball for her 16th birthday. Even more than that, she had publicly humiliated the crone in her throne room before dismissing her to be tossed back into the elements.

The punishment had been harsh and swift and she changed into this later that very night. In the morning horrified, she'd stumbled to her father in desperation and fear. Her own father had been disgusted by the sight of her and the sight of the servants that were also changing. He thought if he killed her, the curse would end. He had shot her and the beast had taken over, splitting him open with a massive rake of her claws. Thankfully she couldn't remember it happening but she still saw his body after. No one had seemed to blame her but the entire ordeal haunted her endlessly. If her own father couldn't stand the sight of her, how could anyone else?

 

[Phenom]

"You're awfully bossy," Sebastian replies with a grin and shrug. "But alright, you're technically my jailer and you hold my sister's fate in your hands. Just remember that I'm doing this of my own free will and not because you're telling me to. I know you are used to having your way; but, don't push your luck with me. I'm willing to go back to that cell if you do or say something I don't like."

He slowly floats through the water, paddling softly beneath the surface to stay afloat. "Do you have-"

"Never mind, I found it." he mutters as he reaches for one of the bars of nearby soap. "You don't have to be so gruff, you know. You could just ask me. Though I don't know of many women who would be okay with a naked man so close to them whilst they were naked, let alone asking for their aide to wash the places they can't reach."

He takes the bar of soap and gently presses it against her furry back, the fur parting beneath his pressure. He begins to move in slow, circular motions that leave a trail of suds behind. He continues to work the soap into her fur until every inch of it, both above and below water, except for her ass, are covered in suds. He reaches for a nearby cloth, dips it into the water until it is soaked and twists it over her back, watching the suds leave a trail as they slide down into the water. He scoots closer, his hard cock pressed against her ass as his hands skirt around to her lower belly and the taut muscles there. He begins to repeat the process, trying to ignore the feeling of his cock on the soft fur. He works his way slowly upward and pauses when he feels something soft and heavy against the side of his hand. He peeks around to see that his hands rest just below her heavy breasts. He lifts first one, rubbing at the fur underneath before doing the same with the other. He then takes the soap and gently presses it against the soft flesh, watching as it caves inward beneath the pressure before bouncing back.

He steps back and turns away. "I can't, I'm sorry."

He quickly rises from the bath and walks quickly over to the nearby towels, ignoring the looks of the servants as he wraps it around his middle to cover his erection. He rubs his exposed skin with another towel to avoid leaving a trail of water as he makes his way back up to his room, slipping inside and closing the door. He turns and presses his forehead against the door, slamming his fists against it. "Dammit."

"Dammit to hell."

He looks down at his cock, erect and dripping precum. "You're a vile thing. No one told you to get hard back there, what the fuck is your problem?"

His cock didn't answer.

"Fucking asshole." He turned and walked back to bed, intending to get dressed before the next meal only to realize that he had left his clothing behind in the bath house. "Shit."

 

[Sin-Claire]

Annabel scowled at his impertinence. It had been years since anyone had had the audacity to speak to her in such a way. She wanted to tell him just how easily she would throw him back in the cells when he called her a woman. It had been a bit indirect but still, did he think of her more as a woman than a beast? "I don't know if you have noticed, but I am not a normal woman," she growled back, a strange tinge of amusement in her voice.

Before she could say anything else his hands were against her back and she held her breath. The touch of another human had long been something she had assumed she would never feel again. A slight self consciousness pervaded her thoughts, but his strong hands circling all over her back quickly overtook everything else. It felt... Heavenly. Her eyes closed and she pictured yet again that things were normal. That she was in the baths and that one of the servant boys she loved to toy with was washing her back.

Lost in the thought, he stepped closer and slipped his fingers around her sides. She was about to reprimand him and tell him she could handle that herself when she felt something hard and rigid press against her ass, just beneath her tail. It made her breath hitch in her throat and her mouth drop open. Holy fuck. His hands continued to rove over her front in pleasant circles and her muscles clenched beneath his touch. A soft purr began to rumble in her throat unbidden and her eyes rolled back as he grazed against her heavy breasts, lifting them to clean and then pressing against one.

God help her, she wanted him to take them in his hands and squeeze them harder. Her own juices were seeping from her into the surrounding water when he suddenly pulled away from her. The shock of him ending it all so suddenly made her want to cry out a roar in frustration and self pity. She ached inside. And yet she made no sound, unable to trust her own words as he exited, not even turning to watch him leave.

Instead she sank down into the water, disgusted with herself and hating that she let it go on like it had. That's what you get, she thought to herself. Letting all the soap wash away, Annabel stood and exited as well, walking over to the towels. Working slowly she dried off as much as she could and then one of her handmaids approached, a small waif of a thing who had the appearance of a large tabby cat. The cat woman pulled up a step stool and Annabel sat and began the arduous task of combing out her mistress's mane, using scented oils to tame it and leave her feeling a bit more relaxed. She then placed a bit of moisturizing oil over the curved horns and the scent of honey and lavender overtook any distress the previous scene with Sebastian had brought. Annabel was determined not to let that moment drive her mad.

Once the handmaid had finished Annabel picked up the fresh blue cloth wraps that had been brought. It had taken so long to comb everything out that most of her soft brown fur on her body had dried and she began the process of wrapping her heavy breasts, trying to keep them as pressed against her body as possible. Normally she tied a no-nonsense knot behind her back but this time she tied a thick bow in her front, between her breasts. She couldn't fully explain the urge other than it made her feel a bit less like a beast. The next wrap went around her hips and she tied another bow for this one, now at her side.

Feeling a bit more put together with her long mane of hair gleaming and properly clean, Annabel stepped outside which was rare for her during the day, especially before midday. However, she missed her roses and they always brought her comfort. Though they weren't closely manicured like they had been years ago, their wild growth made her fall for them even more. Roses of all colors had overtaken the back courtyard and she enjoyed the scent of them and their beauty. Briefly her mind wandered to Sebastian and she felt a heat curl in her loins. But then she felt a stab of self disgust. He was a handsome man. And she was a freakish beast. In truth, she didn't know how she would face him again. She sat on one of the ornate stone benches, her large amber eyes drinking in the beauty around her, while soaking in the sun. The light made her freshly cleaned and moisturized hair and horns gleam and it also made her feel a contented weariness beneath it, closing her eyes for a moment.

She couldn't help but imagine what she would do to Sebastian were she human again. Her daydream continued with him running his hands over her full breasts and her fingers would wrap around his thick hard cock. A light purr rumbled from her throat as she got lost in the daydream, trying to imagine how his cock would feel inside her. It had been so long since she had enjoyed the pleasures of sex.

 

[Phenom]

Sebastian began pacing the length of the room, figuratively wearing a hole in the rug there as he contemplated what to do. He couldn't return to the bath house, not after having left like he did. He would never hear the end of it and he worried what she might do. He had all but accosted her with his hard cock, rubbing it against her soft fur and a part of himself was disgusted that he had been turned on. His mind had obviously not cared because the soft fur had clearly excited him and for all intents and purposes she was still female if those breasts were anything to go by.

His cock bobbed in agreement.

You and I are going to have a talk later, he chastised the sex organ, becoming quite aware that it was accomplishing nothing other than having him stare for prolonged periods at his engorged sex organ. He ignored it and his own mental conscience, resuming his furious pacing. He knew where his clothing was and since he didn't have any others with him, not having intended to stay long-term when he went in search of his sister, he was going to have to confront this issue sooner rather than later. A thought popped into his mind of opening the window, climbing down and trying to sneak around and find another way into the bath house. He quickly walks over and pushes open the window, emboldened by his idea, peeking out over the ledge to see what lay below. He froze at the sight of the she-beast, lounging in the afternoon sun on a bench. She seemed to be snoozing or resting and he couldn't help but admire how her coat shined, reflecting the light of the sun's rays and her horns nearly struck him as ivory before he got a hold of himself and closed the window again.

"Butler!" Sebastian shouted down the seeming deserted hallway of his room, his head peeking around the door to hide his nudity. "Where are you?"

The fox appeared from his right, nearly startling the young man. "You summoned me, young master? Oh my-"

"Yes, yes." Sebastian growled, closing the door more to prevent peeking. "I accidentally left my clothing down in the bath house. Can you or another servant fetch it for me?"

The fox raised a knowing eyebrow. "You are a curious fellow. Not only have you presumed to order milady, you have also brazenly walked nude around her."

"I wouldn't say walked, more like bathed; but, that doesn't matter."

The fox puffed himself up, his small black gaze burning with anger. "I should say it does, sir."

"Are you going to help me or not?"

The fox seemed to pause and consider this. "Wait here. I will fetch your clothing and in exchange you will cease your degrading behavior around my master. Deal?"

"Deal."

The fox disappeared and Sebastian closed the door once more, resuming his pacing of his room. He was beginning to wonder if something had held the fox up when he heard a knock and he pulled the door open to reveal the badger, not, the fox, standing with a pile of clothing in his hands. The badger, having been spotted, dropped the clothing on the floor and walked off down the hallway, raising a hand to show his displeasure with a single claw.

"Love you too little buddy," Sebastian grumbled, darting out to grab his clothing and disappearing back into his room. "I'm tying a string to you and making sure that I never forget you again. That scene was far too embarrassing to repeat."

Sebastian dressed himself and washed his face in the nearby wash basin before exiting his room and intending to do some exploring of the ancient castle. He found various tapestries hanging from the wall and he was forced to pause at one of a beautiful, young princess, her features marred by a string of deep, jagged tears resembling claws across the center. He mourned for the loss of the beautiful painting and continued on his way. He nearly walked by a room with a slightly jarred door until he spotted a small globe sitting on a desk and a wall of shelves with more books than he could count. He pushed the door open and entered the room, making his way over to spin the small globe, sneezing at the cloud of dust. He wiped his nose with the back of his hand before walking over to the nearest shelf, one of many that seemed to encompass the whole room.

He found himself lost in the splendor of the large library, slowly spinning to let it sink in. There were wooden shelves containing books, autobiographies and rolls of parchment that stretched to the ceiling. A large, stone hearth sat empty, a few logs laying in the unlit fireplace. Suddenly feeling a chill, he looked for a match and found one in a nearby drawer. He struck it against one of the stone pillars and cradled it in his hand before lighting it a piece of kindling and setting it under the logs. The fire whooshed into being, casting a soft, ambient glow over the room that made it feel less abandoned and more homey, prompting him to grab one of the nearby books and make his way over to a large, plush armchair and settle against the back. He slid a finger along the cover and slowly flipped it open, beginning to read and quickly losing track of time.

 

[Sin-Claire]

Annabel drifted off for a moment, sitting there beneath the sun. The smell of cooked venison wafted out to her from the kitchens and her stomach rumbled. Shaking herself from her daydreams and musings, Annabel stood and stretched. The sun had risen in the sky to show it was nearly midday so she set off to the kitchen entrance, her nose leading her.

Upon entering the cook was bustling away with other random servants underfoot and Annabel found she had to watch her step. They just seemed so small in comparison. "Milady!" the cook exclaimed upon seeing her, shooing some of the staff out of the way. "You look marvelous I daresay. I shall have the midday meal prepared shortly," the cook promised with a slight nod. "Shall I summon the young master to dine as well?"

Annabel's stomach flip flopped at the cook's casual mention of the man as well as her term for him. "His name is Sebastian, he needs no other title," she reminded the cook with a mild frown. But even saying that felt haughty and ill mannered. Waving her hand dismissively, Annabel sighed, "Yes send for him so he may eat as well," she answered reluctantly. It would do no good to avoid the man even if he was unruly and quite forward. After all, she did enjoy being able to look at him. Pausing before she stepped from the kitchen, Annabel had a wry grin, "Also, do know and tell the others as well, should you need any help with manual labor, Sebastian should be at your disposal."

The cook appeared to frown at that, but she nodded and replied, "Aye milady." It made Annabel wonder if the servants were hoping he could be the one to end the curse. That was foolish but there would be no stopping them. At this point Annabel had come to conclude that the enchantress had known very well that no one would love someone as her and only given that cure as a way to prolong their suffering. All that aside, he was having far too easy of a time as a prisoner. There was a way she could put him to good use though, her inner voice chimed in. An image from her earlier daydreams surfaced of Sebastian hard and ready above her, thrusting into her. Cool it.

Exhaling heavily, she left the kitchen and moved to the dining room where places had already been set. Even though the dining table was massive, the servants had placed the plates right close to each other, one at the head of the table and to the right nearest. They were bringing in the food now and placing it between them, roasted venison, buttery rolls, mashed potatoes and roasted vegetables filled the table.

Usually Annabel took her meals in her room but she supposed this was the cook's way of having her be closer with Sebastian. Undoubtedly the portly little pig was eyeing the man as the answer to their prayers. At least he would be good company to look upon.

Even now as Annabel took her seat at the head of the table lightly, trying to remember her table manners, the cook was bustling about in a merry mood. She had called for the butler and let him know that he should call on the young mas- no call on Sebastian to dine with the princess. With wonderful food and drink and perhaps the right conversation, the two could hit it off the cook thought to herself. Now, all they needed was for their lady to maintain a cool head and not lose her temper. Although with what she had heard from their time in the baths, this young fellow may be just what the young mistress needed, or just the thing to send her into a rage. Only time would tell.

 

[Phenom]

Sebastian was so deeply entranced by the book in his hand, the knight very nearly having saved the princess from the vile clutches of the evil dragon that the knock on the door nearly caused him to have a heart-attack. He did however jolt out of his seat and fall on the floor in a most unflattering way. He recovered quickly, glad that no one had bore witness to his clumsiness and made sure to gently pick up the book, bend one of the ears of the page he was reading to mark his position and walked over to the door, pulling it open to reveal the butler.

"You certainly know how to give a man fright," Sebastian growled, lifting an eyebrow. "What would be so important that you would interrupt my reading to bother me? I haven't tried to escape or leave the castle grounds or anything. As far as I was aware, I wasn't under restrictions other than that, unless things have changed?"

The fox allowed him to finish his tirade before raising an eyebrow of his own. "I do not answer to you, Sebastian. I have been ordered by milady to summon you to eat with her for midday's meal. If you would be so kind as to follow me."

"Oh, sure." Sebastian felt like a petulant child and drew small circles on the rug with his big toe before following after the fall smaller butler, adjusting his stride to walk slightly behind the small fox. "Does your master usually eat meals with guests?"

The fox froze, Sebastian nearly colliding with the small creature before it slowly spun on its heel and rose on tiptoes, pressing a finger into the nearest available flesh, which happened to be just below Sebastian's knee. "The master dines with whom she chooses and when she chooses, I do not presume to make assumptions of her decisions or actions. I am merely happy to be in her employ and have been for the duration of my servitude."

"Touchy subject, got it." Sebastian muttered, raising his hands in a placating gesture that earned him a beady glare before the fox turned and resumed walking. "Well, I shall presume to eat and not bother her with my presence then."

The fox guided him through the winding passageways and down the flight of steps into a very large room with a massive table, set with what would have been a feast in any home save a lord or nobleman's. He paused, jaw dropping slightly at the large array of food on the table before his gaze drifted to the head where the she-beast, master, was seated. The fox kicked him in the shin and Sebastian looked down to see the fox motioning for him to move to the other seat with a table setting. Sebastian complied with a slight grumble about manners which earned him another reproachful glare from the small anthropomorphic servant before walking into the space and lowering himself into the seat as the butler pushed the chair in behind him. Trying to remember his etiquette for upper-class dining, he unfolded the napkin and rested it over his lap.

"This is a lovely spread," he began, turning to his host. "Compliments to the cook."

He found his gaze drifting over to the she-beast, his eyes drifting down to her chest and memories of how large, soft and heavy those breasts were had him blushing and his cock stirring again. Calm yourself Sebastian, it's impolite to stare at a lady, even if she is a seven foot tall she-beast with the body of a goddess. He paused in his musing to glance down at his lap where a clearly evident bulge was beginning to form and shifted it slightly so that he was more comfortable. And you, stop trying to get into her pants, she's clearly not into it and despite what you might think, I'm not sure if I am either. His cock properly chastised, he felt they could continue with the meal, perhaps have some conversation.

He reached for a roll and the butter, slicing the soft bread open and lathering it with the golden substance. "Have you always been here? I do not remember hearing stories of a castle in the woods outside of our village and that's not for lack of imaginings."

 

[Sin-Claire]

Annabel laid out her napkin in her lap and experimentally picked up the fork. It felt awkward and tiny in her large clawed hand but she would be able to make do. For the most part she had merely eaten her food directly off the plate or gripped it in a clawed hand. It had been some time since she'd had an audience. Her frustration with the utensil made her want to get up and leave but then suddenly the butler approached, Sebastian in tow.

The sudden sight of him left her tongue tied as she remembered the feel of his hands over her body. And of course the feel of his cock against her ass. Slipping into the cool unaffected air of a princess, she ignored the beast within who was pressing for her to mate with him. Instead of doing anything of the sort, she inclined her head to his compliment. "The cook will be pleased to hear such praise," she remarked in a surprisingly soft voice.

She was reaching for a slice of the venison when he asked his question and it made her freeze in place. She had known that a part of the curse was that they would be forgotten by the rest of the world but still, hearing it brought a pain to her chest. Being forgotten was nearly as bad as what the curse had done to their bodies.

Clearing her throat, Annabel continued to grab the venison with a sharp jab of her fork and set it before herself on her plate. "This castle has been here for centuries," she answered simply, stretching a hand forward to grab a roll. Indeed, had the enchantment not affected Sebastian's mind as well he would no doubt still remember it. Although that could be for the best. Her father had been a harsh and strict king, and while he had protected and guided the people, he had been quick to punish. She had heard that he hadn't always been so and it had been her mother's death during her birth that had twisted him. And she herself had been far too self centered to be a proper leader. What a fool and a brat she had been. And still was, she reminded herself.

A part of her wanted to lay it all bare and give him all the details. However, it was a story that brought her far too much guilt to share. Not only had the curse affected her own household but it had affected all her surrounding subjects, causing them to forget and to be without the protection of a king. She remembered the nearby village rather fondly and hoped that it was still flourishing as it had before.

"This village that you hail from... What is it like?" she asked curiously, eager but nervous to hear of the plight of her people. They may have forgotten her but she still considered them to be so. Awkwardly holding the fork and knife in both hands she cut at the venison slowly, trying her best to withhold her frustration at the task. Pleased when it was finally done, she set the knife down and stabbed a large piece with her fork bringing it to her mouth gently.

Luckily, she hadn't been cursed with much of a muzzle, although her fangs made her mouth seem a bit bigger. It felt strange to eat meat without tearing it from bone but she tried not to let it show, chewing slowly before swallowing, fighting back all the beastly instincts that clawed at her insides.

She found herself thirsty and eyed the goblet of red wine before her warily. At least it was metal and not some delicate glassware. Reaching a hand forward she grasped it as softly as she could manage, having to hold the cup rather than the small stem. Taking a small experimental sip, her fangs got in the way so she had to pour it into her mouth. Glad that her fur adeptly hid the blush that may have come to her cheeks, she set it down and tried to listen to Sebastian speak, riveted to hear anything outside of the small world she'd been caged in.

 

[Phenom]

"I'm glad to hear she will appreciate it." Sebastian replied with a grin, biting into the soft roll, a bit of butter dribbling down the side of his chin and he nearly wiped it away with the back of his hand before catching himself and lifting the napkin from his lap to dab it up. "I love the way the roll just seems to melt in my mouth, the give is phenomenal. The bread and rolls I usually eat are hard as tacks and you have to be careful not to bite too hard at first without testing the bread or you will break your teeth."

He frowned, raising a hand to cup his chin, tapping his finger against his lip. "Centuries, surely not? How have I not seen or heard of it before now then? Surely a castle of this size and in this location, slow close to town, would surely be on the lips of every village and yet, I have not heard of you, this castle or even this place."

"It is a peaceful place full of memories, laughter and good times." He smiled, his eyes drifting to the ceiling as he searched his memories. "There is this meadow just outside of the village that during the early days of spring, the flowers all go into bloom at the very same moment, painting the green with various hues of blue, green, indigo, violet and orange. My sister and I like to try to take time to travel and pick a bouquet of two of these and bring them back to the various elders of the village. It always warmed my heart to see those gap-toothed smiles of the elder women in the village when I handed them one, taking them back to their younger days when they too were a fair and lovely maiden. There were many who would sit me down, stuff me with cookies or other delicacies and recount tales of their husbands wooing them or the times they would go for a simple romp in the local hay pile to hide from their parents. It is a happy place. We do not have much; but, we have our memories and those, those are worth more than gold."

He raised an eyebrow, returning to the present and beginning to pick and choose various pieces meat, cooked vegetables and fruits until his plate could no longer be seen under the mountain of food. "Have you not been to my village?"

"Though I guess not," he replies, frowning as it dawned on him that his people may be gentle souls; but, they were god-fearing and would surely have tried to attack his host or cause her harm. "My people would not have meant to; but, they are not known to look below the surface and see you as an individual. Unfortunately, they would more than likely have formed a mob and meant you harm for simply, being, well...you."

He watched in mild fascination as the she-beast lifted the goblet and had to tilt it to pour the contents into her mouth. "Does it ever become hard to do anything with those fangs? I can see that drinking is one; but, are there other things you are unable to do? Feel free not to answer, I can understand how personal the question may sound."

"Oh, my village. I got sidetracked." He tilted his head slightly and smiled, scratching at the back of his scalp. "It has grown some, there is a mayor who lives in a large house on the hill overlooking town and there have been some brigands lately in the nearby woods that has prompted the formation of a town guard who patrol and enforce a curfew at night. It is unpleasant but not unbearable. There were a few merchants from some empire to the far east and the man's skin was as dark as the night sky. He spoke of strange creatures, water so deep that you could not see the bottom and other tales we could not believe. I am sure someone with your array of books is surely educated and may not have found his tales so fanciful."

He took a break to breathe and stuff his face with more of the delicious food, remembering to wipe his mouth and use his silverware. "You know, you never told me your name. Am I to call you she-beast or it? I do not mean those in offense; but, other than jailer, I cannot think of a suitable name or term for you."

 

[Sin-Claire]

Sebastian's obvious enjoyment of the food reminded Annabel that it too was a luxury. One of many she took for granted. She squirmed slightly as he tried to make sense of not knowing of her castle. It probably wouldn't go over well to tell him that some of his memories had been erased. Especially when he seemed to hold the ones he had in such high regard.

She was happy to hear that the town still prospered and had been capable thus far in defending itself. Continuing to remain silent as he spoke, she envisioned the happy little town she had known. Annabel knew that the people would not have accepted her as she was but she would have gladly watched them from afar were she able. Or used her own teeth and claws to defend them. But unfortunately she was stuck here in this place and the surrounding woods.

His question about her fangs was something she had to think about but not one she was overly embarrassed about. She reached a hand up to touch them lightly and shook her head. "No, they do not trouble me usually, in fact they are more useful than not," she replied honestly. Although they didn't do anything for my looks, she thought to herself disparagingly.

"The ocean," she added to the end of his description. "He was telling you about the ocean. I saw it once in my childhood. It is indeed deep and so vast you cannot see the edges," Annabel recalled, her eyes looking straight ahead as she thought back to that memory. "There are books in the library about it, if you wish to see them," she offered, looking back down at her plate with a slight embarrassment. He was supposed to be her prisoner, but in her loneliness she kept treating him as a guest.

His sudden question brought a wry smile to her face which may have appeared a tad menacing. "Jailer isn't a bad title I suppose," she remarked, holding back a chuckle. "But Annabel will do," she replied finally, lifting more venison to her mouth. As she chewed she watched him enjoy his own food, finding it pleasing. "I suppose Annabel isn't quite so beastly as you may have been expecting hmm?" she asked gently, her amber eyes watching him for his reaction.

It made her wonder what he thought of her. Truly. He had mentioned something about her as an individual beneath the surface. Did that mean he viewed her as more than just a beast? And how did he view all her servants?

"It is best that the world remains ignorant of our existence. After all, as you said, most would mean us harm from our appearance alone and I would not allow anything to befall those in my house," she concluded, her tone suddenly fierce. Suddenly servants appeared with small dessert plates that held beautiful slices of a layered strawberry cake. Cook was really outdoing herself, thought Annabel in partial amusement and partial chagrin.

 

[Phenom]

"The ocean?" Sebastian asked, chewing on a particularly tender piece of venison that had a trail of juice running down his chin. "What is the ocean? Yes, yes I should like to see these books if you would let me. It sounds like a fantasy place, one too unrealistic to be true. I know most books of science and history do not lie and if you speak it to be true and you, looking as you are, no offense, being true, it must have some inkling of being true."

He lifted an eyebrow and flashed her a smile. "Was that a joke? Did you just crack a joke? It cannot be, a beast such as yourself must not have a sense of humor. Why it would ruin the image you try so hard to maintain. Maybe I will save the jailer title for when I am feeling rebellious or troublesome."

"Annabel," he mused, rolling the name on his tongue and deciding he liked how it sounded. "Annabel, though, I like. I think I will call you by this name. It speaks to me of the person underneath all of that fur. Not that you're bad to look upon like that or look up at. I wasn't expecting anything beastly with you, I do not suppose that you were given a choice in the matter."

He flashed her a smirk and a wink. "Though if you were, I could think of a far more ugly beast to dine with."

"No, I do not suppose you would." Sebastian replied. "I would do the same for my kin, as you are well aware. I would not seem harm brought upon my village in retaliation for their shortcomings either. We are all of us prone to mistakes in fits of fierce passion. We are all of us subject to being human."

The fox grunted and hissed. "Careful young human, do not presume to label us all in the same box as you. We are not all of us the same."

"Ooh dessert," Sebastian's eyes light up with glee as he takes one of the serving plates, digging his fork into the soft cake and lifting it to his lips and moaning in pleasure as the taste explodes on his tongue. "The cook is surely a wizard! The way she blends the flavors and how they burst upon my tongue, there can be no other explanation surely! Here, Annabel, try some."

He stabs a fork into another piece of cake and cupping it with his palm, leans forward and holds it out to the she-beast. "Try it!"

 

[Sin-Claire]

She found she liked the way he said her name. It had been a long time since anyone had said it since her servants never addressed her so informally. Probably since... since her father had tried to kill her. I'm sorry Annabel, but I have to do this. She shook her head to try and dispel the foul memory.

He didn't think she was bad to look at? Self consciously Annabel passed some fingers through her mane of hair feeling her insides tremble strangely. It had to have been him just being kind she thought. Or perhaps he'd merely grown used to her appearance, though it had happened fairly fast. She would have guessed it would take weeks at least for a person to grow accustomed to how she looked.

For some reason his next words stung her like no other. We are all of us subject to being human... Her butler's words sounded but it felt like a faint buzzing in her ears. No, not everyone was human she thought anger beginning to cloud her judgement. Some of us were cursed as less than human. To know how it felt beforehand but never again to be.

A dessert plate was handed to her and she held it numbly turning as Sebastian offered her a piece of cake, in clear heaven. That's when the plate she held shattered in her grip. She hadn't even realized that she'd been gripping it so hard. Human. Why did she yearn for it so? Abruptly she found she was standing, her breathing more rapid as anger clouded her vision. The beast lingered just beneath the surface of her skin, threatening to take hold of the reins. Kill, fuck, and feed, those were its only concerns.

"Not all of us are subject to being human," she growled, her voice full of anger and anguish. Dropping the broken pieces of the plate she barely noticed the sting in her paw as blood dripped to the floor. Her butler, loyal as ever, stepped forward his eyes wide in the face of her anger but wanting to help her nonetheless. "Milady?" he spoke softly, his own hand outstretched and she saw the pain and pity in his eyes. The cook stepped from the kitchen door, worry strong on her anthropomorphic features and she saw smaller eyes peering around the woman. They had all met this fate because of her. They lost their king because of her. Maybe if she had let him kill her it would've saved them.

Turning her face from him, unable to bear the sight of any more pity for her stupid sake, she ran, gone in an instant. She fled to her chambers and out to the stone patio before leaping up to the roof, clawing her way up to somewhere she could be truly alone. Her chest heaved, tears spilling down her cheeks even though she didn't sob.

Before the girl or Sebastian had arrived she had started to become more beast than woman. But now, seeing their faces, hearing their tales, it only made her longing for what once was tear at her heart. Not to mention she knew his presence raised the hope in her servants' hearts. And if she was honest with herself a small bit of hope had stirred in her own chest.

Annabel looked up at the sun, feeling as though her tears would be better suited for the night under the moon's gentle light. But there was nothing she could do about it now. The roof tiles were warm against her fur and she leaned back, trying to wipe away all thought.

The stinging in her hand came back with a vengeance and she held it up, noticing the blood for the first time. With a sigh she lapped at her own wound, much like a dog would, cleaning it and stopping the bleeding. Letting her hand fall to the side she closed her eyes and couldn't help but think of Sebastian. She wanted him. The last bit of her humanity ached for his touch. Although she didn't know it then, she would undoubtedly be visiting his chambers again once the sun had set and the moon rose high.

 

[Phenom]

Sebastian froze as the plate shattered, watching the drops of red blood begin to drip on the table cloth and floor. Her words had stung as much as his had. He had not meant to insult her or mean ill, his words had slipped out, a unfortunate consequence of their circumstances that had caused him to let his guard down. He had not even seen the butler react, trying to help the she-beast before she was gone, bounding out the door and disappearing from view. Still, he stood silently, ignoring the sting of his own palm, a small line of red dripping on the floor. The cake's taste had turned sour in his mouth and he spit it out. Time passed and still he stood, like a statue. He was aware of the cook and her assistants clearing the table of dinner and dessert, of the steady drip drip of his blood on the floor.

Am I so dense? His mind churned in turmoil, circling back through their conversations. Have I lost all tact and sense? I should have known better.

He felt a touch on his arm and he nearly jumped out of his skin. "You must tend to your wound, young man."

"Huh?" The fox held up a string of bandage and began to wind it slowly around his hand, covering the cut. "Oh, thank you."

The butler's gaze was tender as he looked up at the young man. "Do not think too much on the events of tonight. You did not mean ill. We all know that. It is a sensitive subject to her. Give her time. Perhaps you should retire to your room for the rest of the evening. I shall come by in a few hours to check on the bandage and replace it with a new one. Now, off with you!"

He felt the fox's small paws against his back, pushing him out of the kitchen and he allowed the small creature to guide him back to his room. He walked, mindless, to his bed and lowered to sit on the soft mattress, palms splayed to each side. He lifted his hands to his head and pushed his wavy hair back from his eyes, feeling wet drops against his palms. He could see the bandage beginning to darken with red and knew it would not do to aggravate the wound. He tried to remember his basic first aid training with the local herbalist and he applied gentle but firm pressure to the aching wound, wincing at the sting. There was a knock at his door and he quickly walked over, opening it to find the butler as promised. The fox encouraged him to sit on the bed again for easier access to the wound and unwound the bandage. He pulled a vial of a foul smelling liquid and poured it over the wound, earning a loud moan of pain, which earned Sebastian a reproachful 'Quiet baby' and then the fox wrapped a new bandage over the wound tighter this time.

The fox stepped back and packed his tools away, brushing his paws together and observing his handiwork. "It has been too long since I have tended to the wounds of another. Take it easy and try not to do anything too energetic or you may open it again. I prefer not to listen to the maids about having to wash blood from the sheets. Now, I must try to find the young mistress."

"Butler, wait!" The fox paused at the door and turned, hand resting on the knob. "What's your name? I prefer not to call you butler or fox."

The fox laughed. "My apologies, I have not had guests to tend to in a long time. You may call me Gustav."

"Gustav," Sebastian began, pausing and trying to gather his thoughts. "Tell Annabel I am sorry, I didn't...didn't know it was a hurtful thing to say. I will do better in the future."

The butler closed the door with promises to do just that and Sebastian stripped himself, climbing into the bed and pulling the sheets up to his chin. He was soon asleep and the fox peeked to confirm the gentle rise and fall of their prisoner's chest before he went in search of the young mistress. He had an inkling of where she might be and knew he could not follow; but, he had made a promise and he would see it through till the end if nothing else. He owed the young man that much. It was the most they had seen out of the young mistress in years and while she was hurting, he knew it was not necessarily at the young man and more at the circumstances.

"Annabel," The butler called out of a nearby window, having spied the dark shape brooding on the roof. "Come down please, I wish to talk to you."

 

[Sin-Claire]

Annabel had been out on the rooftop all day and while she had drifted in and out for a time she was now sitting with her long legs pulled into her chest. She'd been watching the sun set and as dark began to settle she heard Gustav's voice. She knew it wouldn't do to ignore the man, she'd known him her entire life and he was stubborn to a fault. He would wait for her if need be.

Standing stiffly she stretched her limbs out and made her way down, grasping at the roof near the window he'd been at and easily swung her way inside. The man, or rather the fox, stood just inside, his poise as excellent as ever and holding a small medical bag in one hand.

"Come and I will tend to your wounds," he spoke calmly, ushering her into the nearby study. A fire roared in the hearth and she walked in, sitting herself down in one of the massive lounge chairs. Gustav set his kit by her feet and held out his two small hands. Obediently, Annabel placed her larger hand on top of his, dwarfing them in size. He made a tsking sound when he saw the cut and set her hand on her leg, palm up, while he rummaged in his bag.

"You know Princess," the old fox began, pulling out a vial of antiseptic as well as some clean linens, "I was there on the day you were born. Tiny little thing you were, born premature, but you were the biggest little crybaby," he spoke with a chuckle. Not looking at her face he began to clean the wound, preparing it for a bandage. "I was also there when your dear sweet mother departed this world," he spoke, pouring the stinging antiseptic against her palm. Annabel winced but remained stoic, knowing his demeanor towards such things. "She was a brave and kind woman, your mother," he added glancing up into her eyes. Beginning to wrap it up, he looked back down. "I see alot of her in you now," he commented, letting his words soak in.

Annabel gave a dry laugh to his comment. "Come Gustav," she spoke, "Surely now is not the time for jests." But still his words gave her hope. She didn't want to be a beast. She didn't want people to cringe from her in fear. Gustav tied off her bandage and smiled. "It's true milady," he continued earnestly. "We all see it. And I want you to know that not a single one of us blames you for what happened. Not any of it," he said gripping her hand with both paws as his voice took on a convicting tone. "That old crone decided to play God where she wasn't welcome as far as I'm concerned. Judging you when you were barely more than a girl with no mother and a father who's heart had died," he spoke, his voice raising louder as he gave a shake of his head. Annabel was honestly surprised to see him get so worked up about it and it touched her heart. Tears began to spill again and he reached forward to wipe them away. "There she is. Our little crybaby princess," he joked with a smile. She gave a more genuine heartfelt laugh at that and he stepped back to pick up his things.

They were so good to her, all the people in her household. All these years and they still played their roles. He turned to leave and she cleared her throat, "Gustav?" he paused and turned back to her, the flames dancing over his features. "Thank you for everything you do and I'm sorry I don't say it more often," she apologized, her features soft and gentle. "It's my pleasure milady," he spoke with a solemn bow.

He turned to leave again but paused once more. "Oh yes, I also have a message for you from the young Sebastian," he began, "He is sorry for the things that he said, he was unaware of the hurt his words would inflict," Annabel nodded gratefully, "I am sure he didn't know Gustav, thank you, that will be all for tonight." The butler bowed again before taking his leave, and she turned to look into the fire, feeling a bit of the weight she had been carrying lift from her chest.

A sudden urge to see Sebastian crept upon her and she rose, walking quietly down the empty hallways. She made it outside his room and could hear the rhythmic breathing that indicated he was sleeping. Taking the servants passage yet again, Annabel entered his room quietly, moving closer and watching him for a moment.

She could see a bandage wrapped around his own hand and she winced. That had been her fault. And he had been the one to apologize though he didn't know of their story. The room was quite dark now, the curtains blocking out nearly any hint of moonlight. Without her increased eyesight, she wouldn't have been able to see a thing. Boldly she came closer, just beside the bed and her insides stirred, thinking of how his cock had pressed against her ass just that very morning. Her wolf like tail twitched behind her at the thought and she raised his sheet again to gaze upon him. He was so beautiful, so peaceful as he slept and it only made her want him that much more. It had been so long and her self control was like a thin string these days.

Swallowing hard, she knelt down beside the bed, her face close to his manhood, breathing in the scent of him. Knowing he wouldn't be able to see her in the darkened room brought a measure of courage and she leaned forward, her long thick tongue coming out of her mouth to lap over his cock, bathing it in long warm strokes. It had been so long since she had tasted anyone and before she knew it the taste of precum exploded on her tastebuds and she gave a quiet moan.

 

[Phenom]

Sebastian had been having the most wonderful of dreams. He was the knight in armor, facing off against the vile dragon guarding the beautiful princess. She was calling out for him to save her from her balcony and the dragon was roaring, beckoning him closer. He felt a warm breeze against his cock and he shivered, his cock stiffening at the sensation and slowly rising to jut from his lower abdomen. The dragon was charging now and his shield swung up to protect him from the searing heat of its flames before he swung, his onyx-encrusted blade digging deep into the flesh of the dragon's hide, eliciting a high-pitched wail of pain from the beast. It roared in fury and turned, flapping its wings in a few, short, powerful bursts before taking to the sky. He tracked it, shield held to just below his eyes and the dragon was diving towards him, jaw agape and he braced himself-

He moaned as a warm, wet thing licked along his cock and his cock began to seep precum from the tip.

The dragon breathed it last, agonized breath and collapsed, its blood pooling on the ground below, soaking into the earth. He pulled his sword from the thick hide and with another powerful swing, the dragon's horns fell to the ground. He scooped them up and carried them over to his waiting destrier, who was nervously pawing the earth with its steel-shod hooves. He placed the horns in the saddlebag and sheathed his sword in its scabbard on his waist. He removed his helmet, wavy hair shifting gently in the breeze. He climbed the stairs of the worn down castle, dodging the cracks yawning chasms caused by the wearing of time. The princess stood waiting, her beauty unable to be described and her long, raven hair fluttering in the soft breeze, her arms outstretched. She rushed him and he wrapped his powerful arms around her and she was sliding down, unbuckling his belt and tossing the sword and scabbard to the floor and soon his cock was free. She leaned forward, gazing at his one-eyed beast, her warm breath teasing and causing it to slowly harden and grow.

"Princess....more," he moaned in his sleep as the fantasy continued to play out in his mind as her warm mouth enveloped his cock, his eyes still closed, fingers curling in the sheets. "So...good, moooore."

 

[Sin-Claire]

The sound of Sebastian's moan startled her and she glanced up to see his eyes were still closed. She continued to lap at him, her tongue curling around his cock and sliding up, squeezing even more precum from the tip. Gods, he tasted so good and it was making her even more high in arousal.

Annabel shifted even closer, climbing on the bed beside him to be able to reach him easier. He shifted slightly in his sleep and then he called out some words that truly made her freeze and her eyes widened. Princess?! Her amber eyes flicked up to his face and he still seemed to sleep. Was he dreaming? Was it of her? Or just a strange coincidence? He had never called her Princess before so it seemed strange that he would start now.

Regardless of the reason his words only served to increase the heat in her belly and she lapped at him more vigorously, circling around his length and even going down to lap at the balls beneath. One clawed hand reached up and she pulled on the bow at her front letting the material fall away and release her heavy full breasts, her nipples achingly hard. She then pulled at the bow at her hips, letting the fabric fall and exposing her center to the open air.

A part of her knew it was wrong. Knew that she shouldn't, but she had worked herself up past reason and he was so hard and stiff for her now. Plus it had been so long and her body ached for a passionate touch even if it was just his cock. Lifting her mouth from his rigid length, she gave him one last sweep of her tongue before rising over him.

Annabel looked down at him and then swung one leg over his hips, feeling his cock brush against her wet sex. She couldn't help but let out a low moan and she used a gentle touch to wrap around his length and direct it towards her center. Feeling the head of him right at her entrance made her shudder and she slowly lowered herself, gasping at the sensation. It had been so long since she'd taken anyone and never in this form. There was a slight pain at the feel of his cock stretching her open but she pushed through, the overwhelming heat and pleasure of being filled overtaking everything else.

Once she had fully taken his cock inside her she could feel herself begin to purr, deep in her chest, the vibrations only adding to her pleasure. Fuck, she was so full. Slowly she began to rock over him, powerful muscles helping her to rise up almost completely off his cock before sinking back down. Her hands came up to knead her own breasts, though she wished it was him touching her.