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When Beauty is the Beast (Phenom x NymphoWolf)

The princess continued to lip, nibble and suck on his cock and it was making him so hard, so painfully hard. He curled his fingers in her hair and encouraged her to take more of him into her mouth, take him deeper. The princess looked up at him from where she was sucking on his cock, her mouth so warm and enticing that his cock was quickly becoming a faucet, oozing precum. She slid off his cock with a slurp, his cock bobbing slightly from the motion before she rose and undid the ties holding her dress up and let it fall to the ground, stepping forward and out of it. Her body was nubile with large, heavy breasts that sat firm on her chest, nibbles pebbled and hard, begging for him to suck on them. She presses him down on to the ground, stepping over him and lowering herself to lick along the length of his cock from base to tip, earning an audible moan from him.

"Princess...don't tease me so.." He moans as she grips his cock, lining it up and then he's sliding into delicious warmth, so real he feels her walls grip and milk him, begging for him to cum. "Princess...."

The princess begins to move, gently rising and falling on his cock, earning a moan and an audible slap as their juices merge with each impact of flesh. Her breasts hang so heavy and full, bouncing with each motion and drawing his gaze-

The sound of a purr startles him awake to find himself buried balls deep inside the she-beast, her pussy sliding up and down his cock, taking him so deliciously deep. He moans and there are her breasts, so large and full, her pawed hands kneading them as she rode him. He didn't think it fair she got to have all of the fun with her breasts and he slid his hands slowly up her furred sides, feeling the bunching of rippling muscle move as she rode him, higher still until he brushed the underside of her breasts, the smooth flesh giving as he pushed her hands out of the way, cupping and squeezing them. He had been a virgin and so his hands were awkward and unsure as he squeezed, kneaded and played with the large, fleshy orbs. Her nipples looked just as hard as the princess' of his dream and he ached to suck on them and lavish them with attention so he slid his hands up her back, urging her to lean forward so he could take one of them between his lips, sucking gently while his other hand continues to tease the heavy, supple orb, his fingers pinching and twisting the nipple.

He released her nipple to whisper against her ear, his breath hitching in a soft moan as his orgasm began to build. "I didn't know you felt this way about me, Anna."
 
His groaned out sleep words of princess only urged Annabel on to continue, tossing her head back and allowing her mane to fall in waves, pleasure driving her. She was surprised to feel his hands trailing steadily up her sides and he head snapped back forward. She knew she should've expected him to wake at some point but it was almost as if she had been stuck in her own dream.

The look on his face was not one she would've expected. There was no horror or revulsion on his face, only pleasure and hunger. And it made her pleasure soar. His hands took the place of hers on her breasts and she groaned low, rolling her hips in a steady pace as he kneaded them. She had been without for so long that she couldn't even tell that his touch was inexperienced.

He pulled her down closer and she could feel her orgasm growing closer as he latched onto one breast, leaving against her nipple with his tongue. "Oh Gods," she moaned out breathlessly, so close. She couldn't help but let her tongue lick up the length of his neck and around the shell of his ear, overcome with sensation.

His other hand pinched and pulled at her other nipple and she nearly lost it right then. The moan followed by his whispered words in her ear sent her right over the edge, "I-," she couldn't say anything to answer him past the explosive orgasm that shook her body, and her claws dug into the mattress on either side of him as she took him in as deep as she could. Her walls spasmed and clenched around his length with strength, all the air leaving her in a gasp.

All she could think about was that he had accepted her. Allowed her to continue and had even found pleasure with her. And he had called her Anna...
 
"Fuuuu," he moaned around her nipple as he felt the warm walls of her pussy clamp down and begin massaging the length of his entire cock and it wasn't long before he felt himself begin to cum.

He panted softly, his hands sliding down to rest on her hips as his body continued cumming until after a few minutes, his cock began to soften and slipped out of her, their juices pooling on the hair of his groin. He slid his hands back up to cup one of her breasts.

"I don't know what brought that on but I'm not going to complain." He whispered against her furred chest. "Thank you. We shall have to do it again sometime, if you want to, of course."

He realizes the awkwardness of the situation and how his cock, still wet with their juices lay against her inner thigh. "I'm not really sure what we do now, that was my first time, I hope it was a good one for you too."
 
His moan was quickly followed by the feel of his cock twitching inside her and filling her with his hot cum which only extended her own orgasm. She was panting heavily above him throughout, still poised over him with her chest in his face. His cock slipped free and she almost moved but then his hands slid up to cup one of her breasts in both hands and it held her still. Her mind was swimming in the endorphins, high on an orgasmic glow and his words brought a smile to her lips.

A part of her couldn't believe that he had enjoyed it and was even suggesting they continue it again at some point! However, her guilt resurfaced at his last statement. It had been his first time?! And she had taken him much like an animal would, without knowing how he felt. Slowly she shifted over to lay on her side next to him, feeling a slight shame at her actions although even that could ruin the pleasure that still coursed through her veins.

"I apologize for losing myself," she began hesitantly, not used to apologizing for anything. "Both earlier today and just now, though I can't say I regret this occurence," she admitted. To answer his next question of what to do now, she leaned down and began to bathe his cock with her tongue in warm, wet strokes, cleaning the mixture of their cum from his cock. Shifting back once he was clean, her amber eyes looked to his face.

"For me that was wonderful, truly," she praised him, feeling her insides twist with strange emotions. How could he be so kind to her? A part of her wanted to tell him the entire sordid story but she didn't want to ruin the moment between them or have him view her in a lesser light. "It has been some time since I've been able to enjoy the touch of another person," she still admitted, her tail swishing nervously behind her against the bed.

"But I will leave it up to you to decide what happens next," she offered, wringing her hands together unsurely. "If you wish for my company again, merely leave your clothes hanging over the footboard before you sleep," she instructed. "I only ask that we keep this from the rest of the household," she asked, her eyes searching his. She didn't want to raise their hopes unnecessarily. If they found out they may think that there was something more between them. Couldn't there be though, a small voice inside her whispered hopefully.

"It is not out of shame that I request this but for a different reason that I cannot divulge," she told him, not wanting him to think she was ashamed of what they had done. Perhaps she should have been, but before the curse had overtaken them, her dalliances had been widely known among the staff. Sex had been something she had freely enjoyed.

With that said she gathered the cloth wraps and rose, almost hesitant to leave, and made her way back out through the servants passage so that no one would see her leaving. When she entered the other room, she rewrapped herself and then made her way to her own chambers.

Entering quietly and shutting the door behind her she looked around they felt massive and cold in comparison and she padded over to the nest of pillows and blankets that she slept in on the ground. Burrowing herself in deep she curled up, using her tail to cover her cold nose. She may have not had a handle on her emotions but she felt satisfied and relaxed in a way she hadn't felt since she was human. In a rare happy mood she went to sleep, purring lightly until she was no longer conscious.
 
"Quite alright, I can only guess how it must be, trapped in this castle with no one other than your staff to talk to or see to your other needs." Sebastian replied with a chuckle, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he began to lazily trace a finger around one of her nipples. "I'm honestly surprised it took you this long. I slept naked the night before...wait a minute, that was you during the night, wasn't it?!? You were that warm breeze I felt on my cock the night before."

His next words were lost as her tongue enveloped his cock again, licking him clean of their mixed juices. "Oooh, that feels good. I won't complain if you want to do that more often!"

"I'm glad to hear that I was able to satisfy your cravings," Sebastian replied, tracing his fingers up and down his own chest. "I cannot say I am the most experienced when it comes to satisfying women, okay wait, that's a lie. I've had exactly zero chances to satisfy any woman before tonight. Never felt myself as physically attractive to the opposite sex and so I stuck with what I knew, books and the fantastical worlds they contained. Imagine my surprise when I find myself the prisoner in a story of so large a wonder that I cannot even remember you or your castle and yet you claim to have been here for centuries...truly wonderful."

He reached for her wringing hands and clasped his own around them, effectively stilling them. "You do not have to worry. I will most assuredly seek the pleasure of your company again. You understand that you may do the same of me, right? It does not have to be for purely sexual needs either. I can be a confidante, a person you can confide in that you do not have to worry about sharing what would be said within the confines of this room and its walls. And I promise, cross my heart." He made a crossing over his heart before continuing. "And hope to die."

"Your reasons are you own and I will respect them." He confided, laying back against the pillow and adjusting the sheets. "I will not ask of you or your staff the reason for it, it is your secret to divulge when you wish."

He watched the large, she-beast...Anna gather her shifts and exit through a hidden servant passageway. He sighed and thrust his head roughly back against the pillow. The room and sheets reeked of their dalliance and he found himself dipping his finger along the soft curls of his sex and lifting some of the juice their to inhale her scent. He felt his cock begin to stir and not sure of what else to do, rolled on his side, cradled his head on his bent elbow and let the stresses of the day overtake him and carry him into the peaceful arms of a deep slumber. It was not until the early hours of morning, when the sun's soft rays pierced through the shifted blinds to shine on him, that he stirred and grumbled. He slowly rose to a seated position and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, thinking that he had the most wonderful of dreams the night before. He slid the covers from where they rested to reveal his cock and the mixed juices of the night before dried there. He would need a bath first thing this morning. He gathered his clothing and made quickly for the bath, hoping to avoid most of the staff.

He slid into the cool waters, shivering slightly and missing the bubbles. He reached for a nearby bar of soap and began to scrub at his skin until it was red and aching and then cupped water in his hands to lift and pour over his head to wash away the suds from the parts of his body exposed above the water. He continued his bath until every inch of him was clean and smelling fresh before climbing out, finding a cloth to dry himself with and then making his way to find a lavish breakfast spread placed upon the same table of the night before. The servants were subdued and avoided his gaze as he lowered himself into one of the vacant seats though they placed a plate before him and approached with a pitcher of wine to fill his cup, he waved it away and asked for water. The servant obeyed, disappearing through a door to return several moments later with another pitcher of water, filling his goblet. He thanked them and began to load his plate with sausages, roasted venison, boiled duck eggs and other strange dishes normally reserved for nobles and the wealthier denizens of his village.
 
Annabel awoke early the next morning feeling better than she had in ages. She had slept through the entire night which was a rarity and she lifted to all fours, stretching herself out like a contented cat. The sun had barely begun to crest in the sky and she went to her balcony, overlooking the overgrown grounds. She replayed over the previous night's events, thinking on how he had accepted her presence in his bed and invited her for more. He'd even gone so far as to name himself a confidante.

She wasn't sure about telling him all her secrets but he did deserve to know about the curse if he was going to live here. However, she knew she couldn't tell him about the enchantress' so called cure. It would only put unecessary pressure upon him and she didn't even believe it to be real. It was better for her to give up that hope and be content with her present.

Jumping from the balcony she ran freely through the gardens until she came to a small river that passed by. Removing her coverings she stepped in, just to her waist, laughing aloud as the cold took her breath away. It had been so long since she'd felt alive. So human. Washing the evidence of their time together away from between her legs, Annabel washed her torso but left her mane of hair dry. It took ages to dry out plus it still gleamed with the moisturizing from yesterday. Stepping out she shook most of the water from her body and rewrapped herself.

Making her way back to the castle, Annabel stopped by the overgrown little herb garden. There were some herbs she used to take to prevent herself from conceiving called Queen Anne's Lace and she thought it would no doubt be for the best that she start them again. Even the slim chance that it could be possible was too much. She shuddered to think what sort of child would be produced from such a union. Gathering a handful, she placed some in her mouth to chew and walked slowly back, the sun rising as she came through the garden.

Climbing back to her balcony easily, Annabel set the herbs she gathered out to dry and paused in her chambers. There was a mirror she had long ago covered but she wished to see herself again. Walking forward slowly she ripped the sheet that covered it free and appraised her appearance. She was clean, the shorter fur beneath her neck still damp from the water. The rags she wore as clothes seemed a paltry covering and she turned in the mirror. Everything was far more firm and toned than it had been when she was alive although her breasts were still about the same. Her bushy tail peaked out from between the fabric and she found that it was wagging. "Stop that," she growled, holding it in place.

None of her old clothes would fit her so she was truly stuck with wearing the rags. Looking at herself nervously she wondered if Sebastian would change his mind once he saw her in the clear light of day. Perhaps she could put her hair back. Leaving her room, she cast her eyes about and walked down to the kitchen. Just inside she spotted a handmaid, the tabby colored cat from the day before chewing on a biscuit. "Alice," Annabel called, her voice a whisper. The servant's eyes popped up and she quickly came over. "Yes mistress?" she asked, placing the biscuit behind her back.

"I was wondering if you could possibly pin or secure my hair back?" Annabel asked, feeling a bit odd about asking. Still, she knew that nearly all her handmaids had wanted to do all sorts of things with her hair. "Truly mistress?!" Alice asked excitedly her eyes widening. "Nothing fancy, just to keep it out of the way," Annabel amended carefully, chewing the inside of her cheek. "Yes of course! Just a moment!" Alice exclaimed, running quickly from the room.

Annabel waited, fidgeting from one foot to the other until the tabby returned with Delilah, an unfortunate girl who had gotten turned into a skunk. Although it was an attractive look and Annabel hadn't heard of any incidents, the staff had been leery of her in the beginning days. Together the pair led her back into the kitchens where Cook and all her servants were bustling around preparing breakfast. They were hardly spared a glance as the two handmaids climbed up onto the high counters and Annabel dutifully turned around. They worked combs through and both their tiny set of hands were pulling her hair this way and that. What could be taking so long? Finally it was done and Annabel's neck did indeed feel cooler. "It's beautiful mistress," Alice gushed. "Oh yes," agreed Delilah. Reaching her hand back, Annabel realized that the girls had done a single French braid and tied it off with a ribbon. "Thank you," she told them trying not to feel embarrassed by the stares. "That should be much more convienient," she finished with a cough, stepping through the doorway.

Sebastian was already seated at the dining table which gave her a momentary pause but she continued to step forward to her own chair. "Good morning," she greeted calmly, sitting down in her chair as though nothing had transpired last night. Her stomach was an absolute mess of nerves.

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Hannah had gone back home and had been beside herself with what she should do. The beast had told her she would kill Sebastian if she returned or if she told anyone. Deciding to keep it to herself for now, Hannah had traveled to the big city with her new fortune and sought to find someone who would possibly be able to take on such a beast and save her brother.

Hannah had gone to the mercenary's guild but none seemed to amount to much and all of them she had approached had laughed her away. She was in a tavern drinking away her sorrows when she heard a hearty booming laughter from a man that must have stood nearly as tall the beast had. He was thick and strapping and seemed to be the fighting type. Currently he was boasting over his latest kills and endeavors and she sucked in a breath at the sight of him, staring quite boldly.

He caught sight of her staring and gave her a bold wink before excusing himself from the men he dined with and making his way over. "Hello there," he greeted, confident and charming smile on his handsome face. "Drinking alone? Would you like a bit of company lass?" he asked, his accent decidedly Scottish. He had jet black hair and multiple weapons were strapped to his body.

Hannah gave a tiny hiccup, her blue eyes wide and uncertain. "Hello," she replied softly, "I was actually looking to hire a hunter of sorts," she commented and he took the seat beside her, his smile growing wider. "Well then, I am the best," he boasted reaching his hand out, "They call me Angus," he spoke and his green eyes looked her over as she reached to shake his hand. "Now then, what manner of beast are you looking to take down?" he asked, taking a large swig from his tankard.
 
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Sebastian had been so busy stuffing his face with food, the hunger that accompanied many a young, healthy male momentarily overwhelming him and making him forget his place. The sound of a feminine voice wishing him good morning had him lifting his face from his plate and the forkful of food he was lifting to his mouth to look to the sound's origins. His jaw went slack and the food spilled out on to the plate below. He had to blink a few times and rub at them to make sure that he was in the same place. Surely, that can't be Anna? He mused. Not with that hair, not with those clothes.

"Good morning," he replied, reaching up to close his jaw with the palm of his right hand, blushing a bright shade of red. "I hope you slept well."

He wasn't sure what title to use when they were in public, it was still too fresh and raw of an experience. "Milady, I mean...Annabel."

He resumed eating, darting glances at her throughout the meal and wishing they were alone so they could talk. He had promised to be her confidante and he hoped to fulfill that role; but, he knew how she acted around her staff and servants would never allow him that opportunity. He needed to get her somewhere alone where they could talk and he could enjoy more of her company.

"Annabel," he asked, chasing a piece of sausage around the rim of his plate with a fork. "Would you like to go for a walk with me after breakfast? I would love to see more of the grounds and the castle."

The fox grumbled under his breath and was about to protest when the cook silenced him with a look and the ladle pressed against his muzzle. "Silence, you old codger. Let the young mistress enjoy his company alone. She could do with the social graces of another person her own age. She has been subject to us alone for far too long. Let her enjoy this while it may last."

The butler did not look pleased by her request; but, it was not that he did not want her to enjoy the company of the young man. He was worried about the young man, who he had developed a bit of a soft spot for. The young mistress was no secret to the pleasures of the flesh and he worried that the young man would take the wrong idea if the young mistress decided to grace him with those *cough* dalliances. The young man was doing an honorable thing, serving his sister's sentence and showing respect to their Lady, when many others would have run and tried to flee or save their own lives. It stirred in the old fox a memory of another man back before a life and spark was stolen from him, turning him into a husk of his former self.

"Would you like some sausages, Annabel?" Sebastian asked innocently though he realized it could be misconstrued and blushed again, carrying through and lifting the plate of the meats across the table to within her reach. "The cook seasoned them with some unique spices. They are warmer than I am used to eating, nonetheless they are still delicious!"

The cook blushed and giggled like a younger woman, clutching a hand to her large bosom. "Oh stop, young man. You flatter me too much!"
 
Annabel smiled warmly, looking away from him to the food as he turned an endearing shade of crimson. It was flattering and a hand brushed over her head self consciously. She gathered some of the food looking at him out of the corner of her eye. He seemed to be fidgeting and she wondered if there was something on his mind. Annabel also wondered when she would be able to talk to him about the curse that surrounded the castle.

Bringing some eggs to her lips she was busy chewing when he suggested they take a walk. His offer made her insides twist pleasurably and brought a subtle smile to curve her lips. "Of course," she continued with a subtle nod of her head, trying not to let her eagerness show in front of her servants. "We can walk off this breakfast once we have finished," she spoke primly.

Sensitive ears perked at the sound of the cook berating Gustav but Annabel gave no other indication of noticing. Still, her words were pleasing to hear and undoubtedly true. Sebastian's company, even outside the bedroom, was one she had been unknowingly longing for.

Sebastian interrupted her thoughts by holding up a platter of sausages and she could help but let out a small laugh at his words as he blushed red again. The double entendre had clearly been an accident and she raised a clawed hand to grasp one and bring it to her own plate. "Thank you," she murmured softly, looking at his embarrassed face as he praised the cook.

It pleased Annabel to see him react so favorably towards her people and to see cook look so pleased. It had been quite some time since she had been able to cook for a guest. Biting into the juicy meat Annabel nodded in appreciation. "She is indeed quite talented," she spoke in agreement. Continuing to eat, she was a bit eager to finish so they could walk alone. Finishing, she picked up her goblet and took a long sip of the milk that she always had for breakfast.

Setting it down gingerly she picked up her linen napkin and placed it on the table. "Are you ready for that walk?" she asked, rising from her chair.

As they left the porky cook looked eagerly at the prim fox, "Did you see how she laughed?! By God, I haven't heard laughter from her since before this whole dreaded curse," she exclaimed, fanning her face as she felt emotion well up. "Aye," Gustav agreed, carefully watching as the pair walked out. "He may be better for our mistress than I had believed but I still worry about what might come of them becoming closer," he admitted, turning to grab some plates before heading to the kitchens.

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Hannah felt an overwhelming sense of relief when Angus didn't immediately laugh or scorn her for the story she told him. "Well lass, that's quite the tale," he told her leaning back, his tankard untouched for the last part of her story. There was a hungry gleam in his eye.

"An ye don't seem to have any loose screws so I reckon I believe ye," he finished, finally draining his tankard and wiping his mouth. "Such a beast sounds like a true challenge, one I've no doubt I can handle," he boasted, standing to his feet. Placing some coins on the table he stretched, looking down at her. "If ye cover the cost of travel for me and my men, we can discuss other reimbursement tomorrow lass," he spoke, "If ye have no argument we can set back to yer village come the morn."

Hannah nodded eagerly, feeling a bit fuzzy from how much drink she'd had but also feeling her first glimmer of hope. Don't worry Sebastian, she thought, I'm coming back for you.
 
"You're welcome!" Sebastian cheerfully replied, smiling as she took one of the sausages and he watched as she bit into it, his smile widening when she nodded in agreement of his assessment of the food. "I'm glad you agree with me on the cook's result. I'm hoping we can convince her to experiment and come up with some other delicious dishes like this one."

He flashed another smile and folded his own napkin, placing it over his plate. "Yes, of course."

He gently lifted the arms of the chair and pressed back, sliding it so he could step out to the side and then behind, pushing it flush against the table. He flashed a smile at the cook and received a smile and blush in return before she made a shooing gesture for him to leave with the young lady. He followed her out of the kitchen, down the hallway and out on to the back courtyard, where a lavish fountain, decorated with dancing children beneath a waterfall overlooked a large, confusing maze of hedges. He walked to the edge of the fountain, dipping his fingers in and swirling them, watching the ripple slowly expand outward before moving over to the wall, leaning against it to look down the steps to the entrance of the hedge maze.

"Lovely day, huh?" Sebastian began, not exactly sure how to begin now that they found themselves alone with only each other for company. "How old are you really?"

He blushed and buried his face in his hands, running his fingers through his hair nervously. "I'm sorry, that was a poor choice of conversation starter. I'm just not sure how to begin our conversation. It was easier yesterday when I could think of you in a negative light and not care what I said or did, knowing this was a prison sentence...which is unfair, I know. I was being biased and lashing out my hurt on you. I was mad at my sister and it was so much easier, so much more convenient to blame you. You are innocent. You took my sister in as a gracious host, fed her and gave her warmth and she repaid you by trying to steal from you. Don't get me wrong, I know she has a condition where sometimes even she doesn't know she is doing it."

"Um, I guess we should start again." He turned and leaned his back against the wall, his hands resting on his belt loop. "I'm Sebastian Everton, it is a pleasure to meet you, milady."
 
Annabel paused at the fountain, turning to watch as Sebastian ran his fingers through the water, her stomach an utter mess of butterflies. He was so handsome, so caring, and so human. How could he stand being around her? She watched as he leaned against the wall and fumbled for conversation and it made her bring up a hand to cover a laugh.

Sitting down on the ledge that surround the fountain, Annabel cringed at his next words. It was obvious to her now that while a punishment was a valid course of action she had behaved entirely out of hand. Emotions were just so much harder to control in this form. In truth, she would release him now were she not so selfish. His company was the single ray of light she had had in nearly five long years.

Inclining her head with a smile at his introduction, Annabel decided that there was no time like the present to tell him her story. "Pleased to meet you Mister Everton, my name is Princess Annabel Durand, daughter of the late King Marcus Durand, and next in line for the throne of Calenthia."

No doubt her words would be a surprise considering Calenthia was a decent sized region that included his own village but which he probably thought had no king. Or perhaps it had been absorbed somehow by the neighboring kingdom, Annabel wasn't quite sure.

"It's quite a long story," she began hesitantly letting out a gentle sigh and staring into the water that cascaded from the fountain. "You see it all started less than five years ago when I was having my 16th birthday," she began, pausing to look over at him, "Which means I'm 20 by the way," she spoke giving him a teasing smile.

Looking back into the water Annabel continued her tale. She told him of the enchantress whom she'd scorned and the ensuing curse and how it had wiped the memories of everyone in her kingdom. She told him of her father who had tried to take her life and how she had taken his instead. And then she spoke of how the more they descended into their animal states, the more of their humanity they tended to lose and how when the last petal fell they would lose their humanity entirely and be nothing more than the beasts they were transformed to be. However, she kept the part of the supposed cure from him.

There was a second thing she kept from telling him. One that no one knew besides herself. Before the last petal could fall from the enchanted rose she planned to take her own life. In that way perhaps the curse would be broken and if not, at least she wouldn't become just a mindless beast that would kill her people unchecked.

By the time the story was done she was surprised that her eyes were still dry. It had felt good to get it all out in the open and she finally turned her amber eyes back to Sebastian to gauge how he had received all this information. Did he believe her? Did he think less of her now? She wouldn't blame him if he did. It had been her fault.

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Hannah let out a queasy groan as she dismounted her horse. Angus and his group had been bright eyed and bushy tailed at a horrifically early time this morning and she was still somewhat hungover. Gripping her canteen she took in a mouthful of water and swallowed it down. Luckily the worst had passed but she was not at her best. However they had finally arrived at her home, a small cottage on a small farmstead. There was a barn and a few animal coops. Speaking of which she would need to see to them all.

Angus and his two men all dismounted as well and he walked up to her. "Alright there lass?" he asked, his green eyes roving over her. "Oh I'll be fine," she replied. "There is an inn just down this next street in the town if you and your men want to get settled and then we can set out tomorrow for the castle?" she asked him, rubbing at her temples.

"An inn?" the large man asked her quizzically. "Why on earth would we stay in an inn when you've got a perfectly decent estate here?" he asked, his tone turning harder at the end.

"What?" she asked quizzically, starting to notice the sinister gleam enter his eye. "Come now lass, ye really expected us ter believe a story about a beast in a castle?" he asked shaking his head and taking an ominous step forward.

"It's true!" she emphasized, taking a wary step back, feeling a fear rise as she saw his two companions eyeing her without moving. "Wait, I swear it, please!" she called out in a distressed tone, stepping on her skirt and falling back as he advanced to stand over her. The charming and cordial man she had met at the tavern was gone and he stood over her with a wicked gleam.

Hannah tried to scream and turn to run but he had her in an instant and clamped a hand over her mouth. "Take all the horses to the barn," he ordered the other two, easily holding her off the ground and carrying her towards the cottage. "We're going to see where all this money is ye were planning on paying us is lass," he growled low into her ear.

She bit the hand over her mouth hard and he cursed, cuffing her soundly upside the head. However, he used a little more force than intended and she slumped everything quickly going dark. "Aw fuck," he huffed, tossing her over his shoulder. He'd just have to tie her down somewhere. It wasn't as if they were planning on leaving anytime soon. They could lay low here for a little while and enjoy this place. Perhaps even enjoy the woman too.
 
"Princess?" Sebastian replied, his face heating to a furious shade of red again. "I didn't think you were actually a princess. That's fascinating though. I guess it just sort of uhm, makes things more confusing from that night, right? So...uh, how much of that did you hear by the way?"

He coughed, bringing himself under control again and ran his hands through his hair. "I don't remember you; but, I guess that would be the result of the curse that was put on you and your family. I'm really sorry to hear that you had to kill your father; but, I feel even worse about the fact that you were put into a situation where you had to kill him to protect yourself. It sounds like if anyone should be apologizing it would be the enchantress."

"Yes," he began, cutting her off before she could interject and interrupt him. "I know that you turned her away; but, that's not a reason to hate someone enough to cast a curse that punishes not only her but her entire staff and to tie it to a rose and its petals? That's just sadistic. Have you seen this enchantress? Have you tried to make things right before now?"

He flashed her a smile and reached out to rest a hand on top of her much larger paw, squeezing it reassuringly. "I'm thankful that you told me your story, I can understand how hard that must have been for you to do and I appreciate the fact that you trusted me enough to do so. I can only hope to repay that trust in kind some day, in whatever way I am able to."

"Would you be up to trying to do the maze?" Sebastian asked, reaching to grasp her hand and tug her gently along behind him. "I've always wanted to try them and yet have never had the opportunity to. Maybe it could be fun? I mean if we did happen to get lost, I'm sure you could simply climb to the top of the hedge, orient yourself and point the direction we need to go to get out. I don't know about you; but, I don't have any plans today and getting lost in a hedge maze with you is far from the worst thing that could happen."

He gave her a few seconds to process that before he took off running into the maze.
 
Annabel had a puzzled look on her face until she realized what he was referring to and her look changed to a pleased smile. He must have meant how he had called out for the princess in his dreams. "Ah, well I assume you were dreaming of another princess when I visited you last night. Honestly I didn't know what to make of it at first but it sure did sound like your dream princess was quite a tease," she ended with a wink. "I am surprised you realized you spoke out about it," she continued leaning back with a smile.

She was indeed about to interject when he continued, his words reassuring and perhaps easing a bit of the guilt that the situation always made her feel. Annabel shook her head in response to his question, "None of us have seen her since the day we were cursed," she admitted shrugging her shoulders. "No doubt we were just a diversion that she has long forgotten."

Sebastian came over and squeezed her paw and she looked up at him surprised. It was still so strange to feel another's touch. "Thank you Sebastian," she thanked him honestly. Her eyes twinkled when he expressed such enthusiasm for the hedge maze.

Before she could reply to his invitation he took off and she began to laugh. She hadn't had a chance to tell him that she knew that maze forwards and backwards since she had played in it often as a child.

Rising she felt a light heartedness she hadn't felt in ages and she rose feeling the thrill of the chase liven her. "You better run fast Sebastian!" she called, amusement in her voice. Giving him a few minutes after disappearing into the maze, Annabel took off after him. Entering the maze she picked up on his scent trail and grinned, turning to follow her nose.

"Ready or not Sebastian, here I come!" she called out with a laugh and then broke into a run following the winding of the maze. Her senses came alive and it made her feel more beast like but at the same time more like her old self. She was truly having a wonderful time.
 
"Oh, I'm going to run fast." Sebastian replied, pumping his arms up and down as he ran as fast as his legs would carry him, nearly slipping as he took one corner sharper than intended; but, he managed to save himself from falling and recovered, pushing himself to run faster. "You're going to have to work to catch this boy!"

He was unaware of her knowing the maze and not that it would have mattered if he did, he was too busy trying not to get lost himself. He rounded another corner of the maze, the tops having grown over the walkway to cast it in shade, only a fraction of the light piercing through the thick canopy. He jumped over the occasional root that would reach out or stick up from the ground, threatening to trip him or break an ankle. Still, on he ran, his lungs beginning to burn and his muscles to tire. He turned one corner and realized with dread that he had run straight into a corner. He turned and began tracing his steps back again to the previous intersection, turning to run down the opposite path this time. He continued to run through the maze, his mind urging him on with the worry that Annabel was quick on his heels, prepared to tackle and pin him.

He paused, out of breath, hands on his hips as he gulped in air. "I'm not sure I was thinking this through when I proposed this. How do I even know she doesn't have this maze memorized? For all I know, she could be aware of shortcuts to get around some of the dead ends or the dead ends could be nothing more than a hindrance for her. I can't climb up that."

He crossed his arms over his head and inhaled deep lungfuls of air, trying to bring his heart back under control. It wouldn't do to give in so easily. He had to think, visualize the problem and try to come up with the solution. First the problem, he was trapped in a hedge maze where the sides stretched above his head to where he couldn't see his current position. The possible solutions were a.) trying to visualize the maze as he moved through it to eventually escape using that knowledge or at least avoid his predator for long enough that she would eventually grow bored of their game or b.) try to run and hope fate worked in his favor. He didn't see b working since he wasn't having the best luck to begin with.

"Plan a it is-" He found himself suddenly pinned beneath a furry form, his eyes widened into giant saucers before he started laughing. "Well, I guess I took too long to think of an escape plan."
 
Annabel lowered to all fours, adrenaline making her blood pump faster and giving her an air of invincibility. Although she knew this maze backwards and forward, she wasn't worried about solving it. All that she was focused on was staying hot on Sebastian's heels, his scent growing stronger the closer she came. Fairly soon she could hear his breathing and her ears picked up on the fact that he was trying to form a strategy. Gotcha.

With a growl she leaped through the air just as he turn, taking him down in a rush, laughter escaping her in the heady feeling of victory. They rolled with the force of her tackle and she ended it so he was pinned beneath her on the ground. Her breathing was heavy in her excitement and her eyes were practically shining with her exhilaration.

The act of pinning him left her hands holding each of his forearms and her hips had his pinned to the ground. The light filtered in just barely through the canopy casting them in a myriad of shadows that were pleasing to the eye. This place had definitely become more overgrown in the last few years but she kind of enjoyed it. It took away the harshness of the sun and made it a more mystical wonderland.

Looking down at him she with a grin she teased, "Not fast enough." This was when she finally registered the sexual nature of their positions and could feel her sex tingling where she was pressed against him. Feeling mildly self conscious she rolled off of him to lay on the ground beside him, glad that the ground was covered in soft grass and clover.

Looking up at the interlacing vines that made up the canopy Annabel let out a contented sigh. "I used to play in this maze from sun up to sun down. I'm sure I must have gotten lost in the beginning but I can't remember it," she recalled. "My wet nurse used to call out to me, begging me to come play and I thought it was the funnest game." Letting out a small laugh she said, "The odds were definitely stacked against you for this game."

Turning on her side to look at him, Annabel propped herself up on a elbow. "What was your childhood like?" she asked Sebastian, eager to know more about him. Her amber eyes looked him over, and she reached over to brush off some dirt from his shoulder. Her tail was wagging behind her, thumping lightly against the ground but she didn't even noticed. She was too focused on him.
 
"No, not fast enough indeed." Sebastian mock pouted, trying to move his arms and realizing with their position and her larger frame that it was pointless, he was literally trying to out muscle a beast. "I should have just accepted my fate and laid down my arms at the beginning of this contest for it was won before it so much as began."

He flashed her a mischievous grin. "Or that is what anyone else would have said. Were I not presently pinned by you, I'd probably have tried to get away again."

His words caught up with him and he blushed, realizing that her groin rested against his and he felt his cock beginning to stir and he quickly tried to think of anything to distract his mind from the predicament. Luckily, Annabel rolled off of him and lay on her side, recounting tales of her time as a child. He could imagine the hedge, trimmed and neatly maintained, during the days of which she spoke. He could imagine being in her shoes, how magnificent a play area this would have been if he had been able to have access to it as a child. He could imagine himself in a similar situation, enjoying the same.

"Yeah," Sebastian granted with a shrug and a small smile. "I sort of picked up on that when it clicked in my mind that you grew up here. I wasn't thinking about that at first and then as I ran into the second or was it third dead end? It clicked into place. It was still fun and it got us away from the prying eyes of your servants, not that they're bad individuals."

He picked at a piece of grass, twirling the blade between his fingers in a slow circle. "My childhood wasn't anything spectacular; but, it was special in its own ways. My sister and I would craft these wondrous stories of fictional places, castles and people. We would have mock duels to rescue damsels or in her case, princes, from all sorts of evil creatures. My father and mother did their best to provide for us, to gift us with a stable home; but, they were not able to hide some of their frustration as it became clear that my sister and her condition would begin to get her in situations where she couldn't easily escape. They couldn't stand having the thought of the guard coming to pick up their child hovering over their heads and when I turned eighteen, they packed their bags and left. I've been caring for Hannah since. She may have her flaws; but, she is my sister and I love her, flaws and all. Even though she can be a major pain in my ass."

"Just thinking about it though," he mused, lifting the blade to catch and reflect one of the faint rays of sunlight, he glanced at Annabel out of the corner of his eye. "Were it not for her kleptomaniac nature, we would never have met. I would never have learned of your story or that there is a person beneath all of this." He reached over to gently press a finger against her chest. "Fur and claws."

He rose to a seated position, pulling his knees against his chest, his eyebrow lifting when he saw something moving swiftly behind her. "Are you wagging your tail?"
 
Annabel felt a measure of admiration for the man before her. He had taken on the role of being his sister's guardian regardless of the hardships and regardless of her faults. Even now he was paying the price of that decision and didn't seem in the least bit put out by it or place blame.

It made her feel an anger to his parents who had foisted this responsibility on him by fleeing from their own children. It just wasn't right and it made her want to fix the situation herself. It also gave her a measure of guilt for behaving quite so violently to his sister Hannah. Although she had clearly tried to steal something precious the young woman had been through quite alot.

Perhaps there could be a way that Annabel could start to make things right. Ironically enough it would be through using the very item that Hannah had tried to steal. "You must miss her terribly," Annabel noted, her claws digging into the grass and clover they laid on. Perhaps tonight when she visited him she could bring the mirror and allow him to see her.

His question made her freeze in place and her tail froze as well with a slight groan. Oh no... How embarrassing. Annabel mirrored his pose by sitting up across from him and if she could have blushed she would have been completely crimson. "I may have been," she hedged averting her gaze. "Truth is, it sort of happens on its own," she admitted bashfully.

Standing to her feet she changed the subject in an attempt to overcome her embarrassment. "Do you actually want to see the center of the maze?" she asked turning, "It's quite beautiful," she told him enticingly, setting off. When they finally arrived the maze would open up into a small clearing that showed a pond. Although this area was overgrown as well, it gave it a more savage beauty. The pond was full of beautiful koi fish that sparkled in the light of the sun as they swam languidly in the water.

Annabel approached the pond's edge and looked down on them with admiration and pleasure. There was a small water feature on the other side of the pond that somehow kept the water circling to a miniature waterfall. Statues and overgrown topiaries were scattered around the pond's edge. "This is one of my favorite spots on the grounds," she spoke out quietly staring into the water.
 
"I do at times," Sebastian replied truthfully, gazing up through the overlapping canopy to admire the floating clouds above. "There are times I miss her so fiercely that I cannot sleep. We have been together for long, taken care of each other for so long that it is hard to know how to live life without her. There are other times where the ache of missing her is fleeting and no more than a passing fancy, something that comes and goes, never lingering for long. I know, in time, that if it is meant to be, I will see her again."

He chuckled and flashed her a grin, noticing how he'd put her on the spot and made her bashful. "I didn't mean to upset you, I just thought it was interesting. Does it signify your emotions? I mean, does it wagging usually mean that you're in a good mood or happy? Can you wag or control it at all? I have so many questions about what it must be like to be like you are now; but, I know that there is a certain level of privacy and acceptance for me to ask those questions. I'll try to be better to keep some of them to myself, keep from overwhelming you."

"Of course!" He replied eagerly, climbing to his own feet and brushing some of the grass off the back of his pants, before following along after her. "Do you have plans to trim this up or could I? Could help pass the time when I'm waiting and could give me something to do to feel productive here. I can't say that I'll be the best person for the job; but, I'm certainly willing to give it a try and see if I can do it."

He trailed slightly behind her, watching the sway her hips and tail, feeling his cock beginning to stir again as he remembered all too well how it felt to have those very same hips bouncing up and down on him. He blushed a furious shade of crimson and buried his face in his hands, ashamed of having such a thought. He knew she didn't seem to mind him or his cock; but, he was still new to the whole experiences and she seemed to have opened a door on something that he couldn't quite control and didn't know if he wanted to. He paused to adjust his hardening cock so that it trailed down his thigh, visible through his pants and continued, gaze continuing to alternate between her shoulders and ass. Any thoughts of sex or her body nude were forgotten when they arrived in the clearing, his gaze slowly drinking in the sights. He walked to the edge of the pond and watched in idle fascination as a couple of large fish swim lazily in slow circles while bugs darted between the tall stalks of grass that bordered it. He followed her to observe what she was looking at, pausing to stand beside her, hand brushing her far larger one.

He turned up at her and smiled. "I can certainly see why! I could come here everyday."

"About what I said earlier," he began, fingers tapping idly against his hips. "Do you think I could try to clean the maze up some, try to restore it to how it was?"
 
As they were looking at the water Annabel finally answered his earlier question, her tail slowly wagging behind her, "I can control it if I think about it but it normally just does what it wants. And wagging typically means I'm happy about something," she admitted.

His hand brushed against hers slightly and it felt pleasantly warm. His offer to restore the area around them was a shocking one. It would be quite the endeavor. "If you would like to, I would be pleased to see it returned to some of its former beauty. It won't be easy."

Reaching a hand down, she swirled it in the water and the beautiful fish drew closer, seeking out food. But she had none to give them today. Still they approached despite her appearance. She knew that they were merely driven for food but it had given her a measure of consolation that their opinion of her had never changed.

"You're also going to have to learn how to navigate this maze," she added with a smirk. "I suppose there's no time like the present," she continued, turning to him slightly. "You can use the time to think of some new embarrassing questions to garage me with," she teased with a wink.

With no further explanation Annabel turned to the nearby hedge and leapt over it, clearing it easily with a small laugh. She wove her way quickly through the maze, back to the exit and jogged lightly to the back entrance. When she opened the door Gustav was walking by and she waved to him.

"Gustav," she greeted, "Sebastian is currently in the hedge maze. Please ensure that if he hasn't found his way out in a few hours that someone will find him and bring him food and water as well as guide him out if he should request it," she ordered. Gustav merely bowed in return and continued on his way.

Humming lightly, Annabel moved to the library. She had after all told him that she would show him books on the ocean. It took her some time but she gathered four different books on the subject, one which was accompanied by beautiful illustrations. She took them to his chambers and set them on the bed lightly, running her claws over these bedsheets. She inhaled, still able to faintly smell the evidence of their coupling with her enhanced senses. It made her hungry for him again so she retreated to her own quarters before it could affect her any further.
 
"That's really cool," Sebastian remarks, watching the furry appendage wag back and forth excitedly. "Does it indicate other emotions or states of mind?"

He flashes her a bright, warm smile. "I would love to do my best to restore some of this maze to a semblance of its former glory. I'm not sure exactly how long it will take or how successful I'll be; but, I'm willing to give it a try and see what happens. Do you have tools or materials that I can use to accomplish this task?"

"What do you mean by I'm going to have to navigate this maze?" He watched as Annabel climbed up one edge of the hedge maze and jumped over. "How am I supposed to get back?!? I don't even know where this place is."

He sighed when he realized she wasn't coming back and walked over to sit on one of the rocks bordering the small pond. "You get it fish, right?"

He found himself staring deeply into the waters of the pond, reaching down to stick a finger in the deep water, watching the ripples slowly spread out from the point of contact. There was definitely something peaceful about the meadow and he knew it was going to be a good while before someone would come looking for him. He began mentally mapping the area of the meadow, trying to catalog things he needed to do to accomplish when he got back to the castle and gathered all of the necessary tools. He rose to his feet and then he started back through the maze, taking countless wrong turns and ending up in various dead ends until he sighed and sat down. He laid back on the soft grass and stared up at the darkening sky, watching the clouds drift lazily by. There had been a lot going on lately and it was very nearly overwhelming, forcing him to step back and examine everything.

"Lost, are we?" The butler teased, leaning against one of the edges of the hedge maze, a basket of food and drinks in his furred grip. "You given up on trying to get out?"

"No."

"Good. Mistress Annabel said you might like some food." He approached and set the basket down next to him and turned to leave, waving as he left. "You would be more apt to navigate out of the maze if you allow yourself to stop relying only on your sight."

Stop relying on my sight? What exactly did he mean by that? Sebastian opened the basket and began rummaging around and pulled out some cheese and crackers, nibbling on them, pouring himself some of the wine into the goblet. Gustav allowed him to eat in silence before cleaning up the scraps and putting them back into the basket before turning and disappearing back in the maze. It had taken a real strong sense of will to not just follow the small servant out of the maze.

He took a deep breath and started working his way back out again. He finally exited the maze as the faint rays of the sun began to climb the horizon and he tredged his way back up to his room. He was about to climb into bed when he saw the small stack of books sitting there and lifted one, flipping it open to see it discussing something called the ocean. He clutched the book to his chest before setting it with the others on the counter, placed the indicated item on the footer of the bed and then climbed into bed, pulling his sheet up to his chin and closed his eyes, falling into a light sleep.
 
Annabel watched from her balcony as Gustav entered the maze and then a short while later as he exited alone. It made her smile at the thought of Sebastian's determination. It seemed he was set to figuring this out on his own. She waited, feeling a slight anxiousness as time ticked by without seeing him. Finally he emerged before she could get worked up enough to go get him herself and she relaxed ducking back into the shadows of her room.

A tray had been placed just inside her chambers and Annabel ate lightly while she thought of Sebastian's earlier request. She would have to see to it that the servants provided him with whatever gardening tools he deemed necessary. She wondered idly if he had found the books she had left for him and hoped he found them pleasing.

Reading quietly in her own chambers she was surprised when she looked up to see that night had begun to set in. Normally she would've been instantly alerted since she wouldn't have been able to read as well but with her enhanced sight it took her by surprise. Her body shivered in anticipation and she knew what her path was.

Rising and stretching she moved to grab the mirror that now lay next to her bed and held it tight. Giving the glowing and suspended rose in her chamber wide berth, she stepped out her door and moved down the hall, her movements hurried with anticipation. The one taste of him hadn't been enough and she desperately needed more of him. He made her feel an unquestionable sense of humanity and desire.

Slipping into his room through the main door Annabel paused when she caught sight of him sleeping. He was so peaceful. Too good for her really but she was quite selfish and couldn't leave him alone. Thankfully she spotted the item on his footboard and sighed in relief. She wasn't sure how she would have reacted if he had rejected her in any fashion. Padding forward silently, she set the mirror on the nightstand opposite of him and easily removed her coverings. She pulled back the covers and slid beneath on the other side of the bed cautiously sliding closer.

As opposed to last time, now her movements were oddly soft and cautious as she slid her hands over his hip and up over his body, teasing him awake.
 
Sebastian had been worn out by the events of the day and his sleep was peaceful and oddly, dreamless, unlike last time. The only sign of his being alive were the slow rise and falls of his chest and the soft exhalation of air from his lips. He did not feel the other occupant lift the sheet from his body or slide underneath; but, it did not take long for the warmth of soft fur to slowly rouse him and his cock, the latter quickly and eagerly springing to attention under the touch. His eyes blinked slowly awake, noticing the darkened interior of his room and looked around. It took several minutes for his eyes to adjust and he glanced down to see a large, furred hand roaming over his hip and slowly climbing up his chest. He stifled the urge to freeze in fright and instead sighed at the gentle touch, following the furred appendage up the arm to spy the amber-hued gaze glancing at him.

"Hey there," he whispered huskily, leaning over to press his lips against hers, kissing her gently and guiding her hand down to his hardening cock as his own found and cupped her large, furred breasts, squeezing one of them as his palm brushed her nipple. "You see what you do to me?"

He slowly thrust his hardening cock against her touch, the tip beginning to seep precum from the tip. "Taste me, you know you want to. You've been aching to since last night, I can tell."

"Perhaps, this would work better?" He asks as he tosses the sheet to the floor, revealing the beauty of her furred, muscled body in the moonlight and allowing him to drink it in as he shifted around so that his cock brushed against her lips and chin as he nudged her thighs apart and began tentatively licking her folds awkwardly. "I don't know what I'm doing, I just know that you did something similar to me last night and it felt amazing and I wanted to pay you back for it."

He flashed her a look of frustration and teased a finger over the inside of her thigh. "Teach me?"
 
To say she was surprised would have been a massive understatement. Sebastian was taking to their secret nighttime activities in an almost natural and instinctive boldness. She hadn't expected it at all. Especially considering her form. But the easy way he reached out to touch her breasts and welcomed how she touched him made her insides grow warm with affection.

He pressed his hard cock into her hand and thrust against her, bringing out her hunger for him. His lips found hers yet he pulled away before she was finished with him and a low growling moan sounded from her throat when he implored her to taste him. He was right of course. After only a single day she found herself missing the taste of his cock. He repositioned himself and she was shocked even further when he turned, presenting her lips with his cock and then she felt the electric warmth of his tongue against her sex.

Annabel's hands reached forward as if to grab him and pull him back, nervous for him to go down on her. But the pleasure was too intense and her hips twitched leaving her with no other recourse but to grip his sides. "Sebastian..." she breathed out, her eyelids blinking rapidly in her fog. Her own tongue came out and lapped up the precum oozing from his tip and she closed her eyes momentarily basking in the taste and smell of him. In their short time together she had become overwhelmingly attuned to his scent and it made her sex gush with her desire.

His simple plea made her head drop down against the mattress with a groan as her pussy clenched with her need. Releasing one hand from him she slid between them and raised her head to look down. Gripping the hand that teased her inner thigh she dragged it to her wet lips, guiding his fingers through her center. With a ragged voice she spoke, each word bathing his cock in warm air. "This," she began, bringing his fingers to her swollen clit, "Is where I'm most sensitive. Sucking and licking and touching..." Annabel shuddered as she dragged their fingers together over the little bundle of nerves. Clearing her throat and trying to keep from losing herself, Annabel moved his hand down further, hissing at the feel of him dragging along sensitive flesh.

She paused at her entrance, guiding his fingers with her own to circle it. "This is where your cock goes," she began, licking her lips with each word. She never would have guessed that teaching him would bring her so much enjoyment but it was like she was handing him the keys to her pleasure, building it up as they went along. "Although many other things are welcome," she teased, pushing in a single one of his fingers inside herself and letting out a low moan. Panting now, she couldn't take much more until she lost herself to her own primal instincts. "I-If you curl your finger," she spoke, her hips lifting of their own free will, "There is another sensitive spot just inside."

Annabel released his hand and brought her hands to each side of his hips. She needed to taste him. Now. Lifting him slightly with powerful arms, she positioned his pulsing cock over her lips and lapped at him before letting him sink down. Further and further his cock plunged, and her powerful tongue swirled around his length as she sucked, allowing him to press against her throat and block off her own air. It was a heady feeling and she groaned, her hips bucking beneath him as desire consumed her.

Pushing him up at his hips with strong hands, his cock retreated until it was just at her lips. "You taste incredible," she murmured before pulling him back down into her throat, increasing the pressure and speed with each movement. He had her aching for him like no one else had and she had no clue if it was him or the fact that she had gone without intimacy in so long. She only knew that she never wanted it to end.

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Hannah awoke groggily with a small groan, her throat dry and her skin chilled. Opening her eyes she tried to situp but found herself unable. A mild panic set in as she pulled at her restraints, her eyes shooting open instantly. Turning her head she saw that she was in her parent's former bed, each of her limbs tied with rope to each bedpost leaving her spread wide. Looking down at her own body she found she wore nothing more than her white see through slip and her white cotton panties.

"Bout time ye woke up lass," a deep voice called to the left and she turned quickly, catching sight of Angus, lounging in a chair in front of the small fireplace that was casting a warm glow. He was shirtless, his wide chest hard and massive. Wearing nothing but breeches the large man twirled a large bowie knife in his hands. Fear stilled her and she looked into his green eyes, swallowing hard. He had changed so suddenly from the man she had met the previous night. And she had been a fool.

His hungry eyes roved over her body and he could see her full perky breasts through the thin shift, appreciating the way her chest heaved with panicked panting breaths. His grin widened as she turned her head from him in embarrassment, a red blush dominating her cheeks. "Please..." she spoke out in a hoarse whisper, "Please stop this," she pleaded, fighting back tears that threatened.

She heard him stand from the chair with a creak and her body stiffened as he stepped closer, his heavy footfalls menacing. Hannah could feel the dip of the bed as he sat beside her and she closed her eyes tight, praying this was a dream she could wake from.

A heavy hand brushed over the arm nearest to him, sliding down to her shoulder and then up over the cotton covered mound of her breast. Without warning he squeezed the supple flesh hard and she let out a small cry of pain. He leaned down close to her ear, his gravelly deep voice sending shivers down her spine, "Where's the money lass?" he asked, his tone gentle in sharp contrast with the hard grip he had on her breast. "We found the bit in yer saddlebags but I know there's more," he continued his thumb reaching to brush over her nipple, pulling forth confused whimpers from her throat.

"It's in the chicken coop," she whispered softly, her body twitching beneath his touch. "Buried in a small chest beneath the hay," she finished, her voice cracking at the end. "Atta girl," he praised her, releasing her for the moment and standing. Walking to the door he paused when it opened, turning to look at her over his shoulder. The sight of her trembling, her nipples hard and pressing against her shift made desire course through his system. "Don't ya worry lass. I'll be back for ye shortly," he spoke with a wink before leaving. She could hear him talking to his cohorts in the living room before the front door opened and they left. In vain she struggled against her bonds, frustrated tears streaming down her cheeks.
 
"Yes?" He paused his teasing ministrations to look over his shoulder to see her bestial features contorted in pleasure, her tongue darting out to lick some of the precum oozing from the tip of his cock, earning a moan of pleasure in response. "What is it Annabel?"

He felt her hand slither down his body and grip the wrist of the hand teasing along her inner thigh, redirecting it to where she wanted it to go, teaching him, guiding him. He watched in rapt fascination as the princess, using his fingers and her own, rubbed at a sensitive nub protruding just above her slick folds. He continued to watch as she guided his fingers to brush over her folds, hinting at their purpose before guiding one of his fingers inside and then curling it. He was trying to remember it all and was not surprised it was proving to be more troublesome than he thought; but, he made a promise to himself to do his best to make her feel good. He felt her hand leave his and he tried what she recommended, thrusting his finger inside of her in slow, deep thrusts, curling it as he withdrew it each time. He gasped in shock as her fingers curled into his hips and repositioned him, though it felt more like being manhandled. Then his cock was sliding into the warm cavern of her mouth as her tongue teased along his length. Then he felt warm air on his cock and he shivered as he was lowered back into her mouth. He wasn't even having to do any of the work and she was fucking her own mouth with his cock.

He felt her hips buck beneath his palms. "Oh, sorry."

"Let me help you feel good too." He set about using the skills she had shown him and the techniques she recommended. "Hopefully I paid close enough attention."

He began licking the fur along her inner thigh, traveling it up and over her wet lips, teasing the tip inside while his thumb slid up to brush her clit in slow, teasing circles that gradually increased in pace. He slipped a finger of his other hand inside her wet folds and began slowly thrusting it, adding a second after a few minutes and then a third a few minutes after that, making sure to curl and drag each one as he withdrew it. He wanted to make her feel as good as he did, though he had to pause occasionally as she would bounce him up and down in her mouth, his cock sliding down her throat at times. The sensation was amazing and he could not find the words to fairly describe it. Not to be outdone, he proceeded to thrust his finger further and deeper inside of her pussy, trying to make her moan and lose her concentration. He was certain he wasn't going to lose without putting up a valiant effort.
 
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She noticed that he had definitely been paying attention to her mini lesson as his tongue slid through her folds. God, it had been ages since anyone had ever tasted her so intimately. Any self conscious thoughts she had disappeared as his tongue swirled into her little hole and his thumb brushed over her clit.

His fingers slipped deeper inside her pulling forth a heady moan from around his cock. Her insides clenched around his thrusting fingers. She couldn't take anymore. The need to have him inside her was overwhelming and she lifted his cock free from her lips. He had worked her up beyond control.

"Sebastian," she breathed out, "I need you inside me." Her tone was pleading and her breathing fast beneath him. She gripped his hips tighter and flipped them over. Her body was imminently close to an orgasm but she wanted to cum around the width of his cock.

Turning over, Annabel got on her hands and knees, her tail swishing in agitated desire. She looked back over her shoulder at him, her amber eyes wide. "I want you to take me from behind Sebastian. Can you do that?" she asked, her voice tentative but also hungry.

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Angus was pleased by what they had found in the coop. The chest had been filled with jewels and coins. They brought it back in to the cozy cottage and set it on the dining table with a thud. While his two men looked through it all gleefully he found a different desire stirring in his chest.

Opening the bedroom door his green eyes looked down at the delectable woman tied to the bed, helpless before him. He wanted to take his time with her but he was pleased to see how much she already feared him. Removing his breeches he smirked when he saw her eyes widen further and her lip tremble.

Hannah tried not to let her fear show but it was so hard not to. Angus was a handsome man but he was also gigantic compared to her. And she was a virgin in all ways. She wasn't prepared for anything. He stalked around the bed and she cowered, feeling confused when he released the bindings on the hand and foot closest to him.

A small hope bloomed in her chest and it was evident on her face. His laughter was quick to follow, mocking and loud in her ears. Leaving her other hand and foot bound he pushed her to the side to make room for his large body and she quaked beside him. "Please don't-" she began, her voice choking off as he slid in behind her, molding his hard body against her back. "Hush lass," he chided in amusement his hand gripping a breast as he pulled her in tight. His erection pressed hot and hard against her backside but he made no further movement and she let out a shaky whimper. His fingers kneaded the soft supple flesh and he breathed in deep his face buried in her hair. "Be still and I won't have te harm ye," he warned. Not knowing what else she could do she followed his directive and mercifully, for the moment, he didn't touch her further.
 
"Huh...what?" Sebastian lifted his head from between her thighs, leaving her folds unattended as he glanced back at Annabel, his gaze clouded with lust. "Whoa!"

He felt his orientation shift and he was once more looking at her, face to face. "You didn't have to manhandle me, though it is kind of cute when you sound so needy."

"I can try." He mused as he shifted to his knees and slowly crawl-walked up behind her until his cock pressed up against her ass, his hips reflexively thrusting against it. "Whoa, you're still so much bigger than me when I'm behind you like this."

He gripped his cock in his hand and shifted his hips slightly, gripping her tail and lifting it at the same time to move it out of the way. He could see her wet folds and it made his cock surge with a fresh stream of blood, causing it to harden and ache painfully. He wanted, no needed, to be buried inside those wet folds again. He scooted forward on his knees until the head of his cock brushed against her folds and he rubbed the head up and down, coating it in her juices, before shifting down slightly and then thrust, a loud moan of pleasure escaping his lips as he slipped back inside of her warm, tight folds. He held himself, balls deep, inside of her for a minute or so, shifting his position to something more comfortable and grabbing the top of her ass for grip and began slowly thrusting in and out. He moaned each time his balls would slap against her furred ass and he would occasionally shift his position slightly to thrust at a new angle, trying to determine where and which angle worked best this way. He definitely felt like he was deeper than before, perhaps the new angle as giving him added leverage to thrust farther inside of her. Whatever the reason, it felt good, really good.

He moaned as he gradually picked up the pace. "This...what..you...had...in mind? Or should I go faster?"
 
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