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Beauty and the Beasts (Terentatek & Deviant)

Deviant Desires

Deviant Desires

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The wine was open, the table set. It was evening and Sebastian Graves was sitting in his lounge, awaiting a knock at the door. Soon, he reminded himself, soon.

When she arrived, he would have to put on his mask. Not a real mask of course, but the pretence that he was here to resolve things, to talk cordially and pleasantly, to deceive his victim into believing that all previous disagreements were behind them. Not to extract what some might consider an elaborate and disproportionate revenge.

The 'incident' as he liked to refer to it had occurred a few weeks ago and it had been, as far as any bystander would have thought, quite a straightforward event. He had been getting close to her for a while now, simple conversations, a bit of chatter here and there, he felt the window of opportunity had been opened to him. And so, after a particularly good chat, he'd made his move. It had not gone according to plan.

"So, I was thinking about dinner. You, me, a bottle of wine and no-one else."

Her expression gave away her reaction. And the sentences that followed indicated that she had no interest in him whatsoever. He tried to recover, to salvage the situation but it only prompted an argument. And argument which led to her storming out on him.

"Go to hell!" she shouted as she left, "You'd be lucky to ever get that close to me! I'd rather fuck a dog!"

He hadn't seen her for a week after that. A week during which he'd licked his wounds, considered her words and brooded over being so insulted. In public no less! No, that would not stand. So when she'd called to try and smooth things over, he'd accepted the shabby apology and invited her over. Nothing funny, just talk.

And now here he was, waiting, thinking. She was due here soon and when she arrived, then he would take action. And she would know never to cross someone like him again.
 
Her reaction to the mage's advances had probably been a little overboard, but she didn't want to be with him, but she had enjoyed the companionship. That he was trying to take it further, at least before she was ready, had taken her by surprise. So she had reacted the way she always did when caught off-guard. With aggression. After a while though when she'd recovered and given him a few days to do so as well, she'd called by to try and apologise, which had led to the new dinner, and she hoped she'd been able to make it clear that it would only be as friends, not potentially as a relationship.

Now that she was calmer, and also expecting him to perhaps try again, she would be able to better control herself. Knocking at his door, she waited quietly for him to open it. She was trying to be patient, but she also wanted it to be over with so she could get back home, where she was more comfortable. Shifting on her feet a little, she looked around nervously. She was standing at the door of a powerful mage she'd publicly humiliated, and her nervousness was making her look like a dog that had run off with it's tail between it's legs.

Although she was trying to keep this as 'proper' as she could, she didn't want to dress up too much for it either, and so she wore a simple dress, much like the one she wore when going to church. In her hands, she had a small tray of biscuits she'd made, a kind of peace offering to him.
 
Graves opened the door, smiling cordially and inviting her in.

"I'm so glad you could make it," he said, not one indication on his face that he was still mad at her. "Please do come in."

He'd dressed casually for the dinner but as was his way, even in his slacks and polo shirt, he looked like he could address a war room with authority. His medium length dark hair was slicked back away from his face and his dark blue eyes glittered with promise and mischief.

Graves' home was simple but like him, seemed to convey authority and power. It was neat, clean and seemed to lack the simple mess that made other places feel homely. The table was laid and a bottle of red wine sat in the middle, already open and warming to the room.

"I've been looking forward to this all week," he confessed, receiving the tray. "Although I'm impressed, cooking is clearly another of your talents."

The smile on his face indicated that he had turned on his old charm but not in a way that might be flirting with her.
 
Smiling awkwardly as he opened the door, she nodded quietly, "Thank you," she murmers, her cheeks going slightly red. "I..." she stops herself as she walks inside, "I know I over reacted. When you... Anyway, I mostly just wanted to try and apologise, you didn't deserve to be spoken to the way I spoke, in public or in private." Maya kept her words subdued, before looking to him once more. "To be blunt, I'm not used to guys. When things take me by surprise, you've seen how I react. I get aggressive and defensive at the same time. You aren't the first person I've upset for trying to be nice."

Looking around the room, she let a small smile of admiration of it creep into her lips, still having been too shy before their rather public parting to tell him how small and modest her own home was. "I don't wish to sound like I'm in a hurry, but how long would dinner be?" she asks with some embarrassment, "I was busy all day and had to miss lunch, so I'm starving." Turning her blue eyes now to the wine, she stayed quiet, while inhaling slowly at the logo moulded into the neck of the bottle. It wasn't a cheap one, so either he was trying to impress her, or the cost of the wine was inconsequential to him, meaning he was richer than he seemed, at least in her mind.
 
Sebastian responded by stepping into the kitchen and bringing out a tray of freshly roasted meats. He laid it on the table and pulled out a chair for Maya to sit.

"Not long at all," he replied, keeping to being a charming host. "I hope you like it, it's been simmering for a few hours."

Sebastian's abode was simple but austere for his time. His family was educated and so was he but that didn't mean he couldn't be hospitable and cordial to all kinds. Although he wasn't a man of authority such as a baron or duke, he knew enough magic to be respected in the area.

Taking a seat at the other end of the table, he poured the wine for both of them into pewter cups. "There's nothing to apologise for," he stated, his smile not faltering. "It was wrong of me to react in a hostile manner too. I am... perhaps not used to being told 'no' and I can become quite cold when affronted in that manner. I misread your intentions and embarrassed you. It's quite right that you should respond the way you did."

He offered the cup and held his own in a toast. "To 'water under the bridge' as they say."
 
"Thank you Sebastian. I've always enjoyed slow-cooked meat." she says as she sits down, and nodded slowly, "So we both reacted inappropriately, however it was simply that I set it off. I could have been far more polite than I was, by not shouting out that an animal would be better than you."

Lifting her glass to his toast, she nodded, "And to the people civil enough to be able to build the bridges it goes under." she adds with a soft smile, and then takes a mouthful of the wine. "You do realise that I haven't had wine like this before?" she says sheepishly, blissfully unaware of anything that could be wrong with it.
 
Sebastian smiled, cheerfully clinking his goblet against hers before shrugging his shoulders.

"To succeed within my craft, one has to cultivate a thick skin and a willingness to let things slide off one's back," he replied. "Consider the matter no more. We have far more important things to discuss. It's been a few weeks and I am curious to know about all of the things that have been happening in your life since then. However..."

He took a mouthful of food but paused to chew and swallow before continuing.

"...I am pleased to introduce you to new experiences. You've never drunk wine or just red wine? I'll admit, it's a little more specialised than the horrible stuff that they serve in the tavern down the road but I thought today required something a bit special."

His smile over the rim of the goblet did not betray that he had not taken one sip from the wine, his lips merely touching the rim but not partaking of it in the slightest.
 
With a soft giggle, she shook her head, "I've had red and white wines before, but never of this quality." she says to him, before taking a few more mouthfuls of her food, and then again of her wine. "One could think you are just pulling out all the stops in a more subtle attempt to woo me again, although with you being the understanding person I am sure you are, it's not the case at all, is it? Only something nice by means of an apology."

Inside though, she felt a very slight tingling spread through her body, but put it down to the new wine and thought nothing more of it, especially as there also came a soft feeling that everything was as it should be, or would be very soon.
 
Sebastian laughed. It was a hearty laugh, full of warmth and friendship but even so, there was a darker tone to it as if he was somehow laughing at someone.

"No no," he replied, "I learnt my lesson last time. I can be charming without being obsessive and hospitable without having some hidden agenda. Tonight is a meal between two friends and no funny business."

The meal was tasty and wholesome. He knew that the cook had spent a long time on it as he had instructed. He wanted it to be perfect, a delightful experience, one that could not possibly be linked to the revenge he had in mind for later. He couldn't help but be curious. What would it be first? What would first lay claim to her? This would be fun indeed.

"Now I must ask that you are honest with me though," he teased, "Is there someone else I should know about? Have you managed to woo someone else with your charms? Someone like you deserves to be courted after all and if it can't be me then I certainly want to make sure that whatever gentleman that tries is of a suitable type."

He gave her a wicked smile over the rim of his goblet and it was apparent that he was joking, trying to make light of any romance based conversation that they might have.
 
Listening carefully and then smiling, she shook her head, "No, there is no other. I'm just not all that interested in relationships right now. I have to focus on a few things, and that means I don't have the time to deal with a man." she says to him before having some more of the wine, not even thinking about how much she was drinking of it until she realized that the goblet was emptied. Looking down to it with an almost dejected look, she then gave it a slight shrug before returning her attention to the food in front of her, finishing off some of the vegetables before she spoke again.

"If my circumstances change though, I will definitely consider you for something more." she says, closing her eyes as she felt a soft wave of warmth flow throughout her body, and then her cheeks reddened slightly as she tried to fight off the sudden, soft, tingling between her legs. "I think your wine is stronger than anything I am used to..." she says quietly, "But even so, would you please pour me another?"
 
"I am sorry, I shouldn't have pried," smiled Sebastian, pouring another glass of the fine wind for Maya. "It's a terrible habit of mine, I do like to know about other people."

He set the goblet back down, having poured a generous measure into it. Was he trying to get her drunk or merely being a hospitable host? It was hard to tell. The subtle smile didn't move, as if it were fixed in place by a different desire to the one Maya might have suspected him of. He relaxed back into his chair and took another feigned sip of his wine.

"That said, I am surprised that no-one has made a pass at you. You're far too lovely to be alone for too long. Still, I can respect your choice. There are times when it's necessary to progress with one's life without romantic interests. I take it the wine is to your liking then?"

He waited, seeing if he needed to top up her goblet again. The more she consumed, the better the effects of the spell. But she wasn't to know that, only that the wine was delicious. Anything else it affected in her was just a bonus.
 
"It is alright, you didn't mean any harm from it." she says quite warmly to him as the goblet is refilled. "People do try on a regular basis, although after my outburst, none have tried for a while. It made a refreshing change, I will admit, to not have a line of men trying to get into bed with me."

Quickly devouring the remainder of her food, she nodded to his question about the wine, finishing off the wine once more before speaking. "I must seem like a drunkard, the amount of it I am drinking so quickly," she says with a soft giggle and reaches forward with it, silently requesting a bit more, "But it is delicious wine. I might need some help walking home if I am to be here for too long."
 
Sebastian nodded, making sure that Maya's goblet remained full for the rest of the evening. He talked, made light conversation and was as gracious and pleasant host as one could wish for. Nothing in his demeanour seemed to suggest that he was harbouring any grudges towards her. It was as if nothing had happened.

"I would be willing to escort you home if you feel you have had too much wine," he offered. "It's not very strong but you did drink rather a lot of it. I could call for a horse to come for you maybe?"

He smiled at the offer, his grin hiding the true intention of his offer. But that would have to wait. In time, he promised himself, in time.
 
"Thank you, and if I am having difficulty standing when it comes time to leave, I would appreciate the assistance." she says with a soft smile, not really too concerned about getting home safely as she only lived a short walk away. That short walk however, would seem like an eternity if she had been aware of Sebastian's plans for her. Her cheeks again took a slightly rose-coloured tone to them as she tried to shrug off another of the thoughts from before, a returning sensation of both arousal and attraction. The confusion caused by it though was that it was not towards Sebastian, instead, to some unknown target.

Deciding to only allow herself a couple more refills of her wine, Maya continued talking with with him, bringing up the subject of magic, as it did hold a degree of fascination for her. "In all the time I've known you, I have only known you are trained in magic. Which school of magic do you belong to? Healing magic? Elemental?" she asked, in curiosity.
 
The mage considered his response, sitting back and nursing his goblet of undrunk wine. He could see that the wine was already having quite an effect on Maya. This surprised him, he had not expected it to act so swiftly. Perhaps he had made it particularly potent or perhaps she was just rather susceptible to the poison slowly working its way through her system.

"I try not to confine myself to any one house," replied Sebastian. "But my loyalty is mainly to that of the Field Masters, those who work with animal spirits. Taming and using them is our art although I've been known to dabble in all kinds of areas. I didn't know you had any interest in the arts?"
 
Nodding as he answered her, she just smiled and gave him a wink, "There's quite a few things you don't know about me, Sebastian, but magic has always fascinated me. In part, because it's not something I can do, I don't have the 'natural' ability to channel it, and coming from the lower class background I am from, it means my family could never afford to send me for training at a younger age, and when I grew older, I could not afford to get myself into classes for non-channelled magic either." she explains, and then gives a little shrug. "The one thing that fascinates me the most is healing magic. With the intimate knowledge they gain of life, it surprises me that more of those practitioners don't use it to harm. To heal something, don't you first need to know how it's caused? That should then give them the footing to induce the same injuries, shouldn't it?"

She gave a slight shudder as she started to find it harder to resist the unknown, unexplainable urges and thoughts she was having. She didn't think it was Sebastian's work though, because she was sure he would have used it to his advantage. After a moment more, she gave him an apologetic smile and rose to her feet, "I'm afraid I am going to need to get going, I've been feeling a little odd and I think I had too much of that delicious wine. I believe I am right to make the short journey home alone." she says, trying to hide the more noticeable symptoms of her slowly rising arousal. "Dinner was lovely, and I am so glad we could mend the bridge instead of burning it."
 
"To be able to cure an affliction, yes one does have to know much about the causes of it," replied Sebastian to her musings. He had enjoyed watching the potion at work, it had been surprising just how effective it had been but he knew the party was only just beginning as they say. He stood up, smiling and always the cordial host.

"I understand though, the hour is late," he continued. "I am pleased that you could join me for dinner though. I hope maybe, it is something we can do again some time. I hope you don't have far to go?"

Of course, he already knew how far she had to travel. He'd already discovered where she lived, how far away it was and how many places she would have to pass to get there. Places where he had already arranged the next pieces of his elaborate revenge plan. It would not be long now and it would make for a very entertaining evening following her exploits as she tried to make it home in one, unviolated piece.
 
"It is only a short walk, around ten to fifteen minutes away, and it is along roads that are well lit, so I am in no immediate danger either." she answers, a small nod following. "Yes, it would be nice, especially if there is more of that wonderful meat. I just won't drink quite so much of this wine next time." she giggles, and then she pauses for a moment as if struck by an idea. "Perhaps, one day, you would be able to teach me some simple magic. Nothing too elaborate, just little things that would help with chores. Like sending all the dirt on my floor into someone else's house so that I don't have to sweep it out."

At that amusing thought, she gave him another warm smile and headed over to his door, "Next time though, I would like to cook. I might have a few tricks up my sleeve you haven't encountered with food." she offers, half teasing him as she disappears out of sight. It was only when she reached the next block that she started to have trouble concentrating on doing anything. Even just walking was becoming hard as she passed by the horse-drawn carriages of people on late night journeys. By the end of that block, she was going pale as she felt her arousal sharply increasing, her juices starting to trickle slowly down her leg.

"Oh no..." she thought to herself as she struggled to retain control of herself, closing her eyes and leaning against someone's fence as she tried to clear her head and calm herself.
 
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Sebastian was sad to see her go but after waving her goodbye, rapidly grabbed his enchanted cloak and pulled it over himself, its magic making him incredibly hard to see. He slipped out into the night, following Maya as she made her way back home.

He almost laughed to see her so helpless. The enchanted wine had clearly sent her sex drive out of control and he smiled, knowing that she was also radiating pheremones of all kinds as she walked through town. As she passed the carriage, he smirked seeing the horses suddenly react, the long, hard member of the stallion slipping from its sheath as she passed.

He stopped as she paused by a gate, not seeing the large dog that slept on the porch on guard duty. He wondered if she would notice, whether she would react one an animal approached her. The spell made her incredibly aroused, that was true, but would it leave her susceptible to the attempts of animals to mate with her. He observed, thinking that only time would tell.

The dog lifted its head, sniffing the air. It clearly smelt something of interest and turned round to see the lady in a fine dress stood by the gate. He had no appreciation of her beauty but the scent she was radiating told him all he needed to know. He scampered over to the gate, leaping up and placing both paws on the gate to sniff at her. Between his legs, his small but stocky penis had already emerged, red and throbbing in the darkening light.
 
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Almost falling backwards as the dog jumped up, Maya shivered before looking to it's emerging cock, as if her eyes were drawn to it by a magnet. "Oh please no..." she whispered quietly, going quite pale as she felt herself opening the gate so she could get to the dog, and then kneeling down in front of him. Tears started welling in her eyes as she pulled her dress up, unable to help herself. Her need, and the magic, was too strong to resist. She just knew that she had to do it, or she wasn't going to make it home, that some how, this was 'right'.

That was when she noticed the odd smell, one of quite potent need, mixed in with her own. "Oh god no, I can... smell him... Smell his need, and he can... With me..." she thought to herself, closing her eyes and just praying it would be over with quickly, and that no one would see her. "It's only a couple more minutes to home, once he's done... A couple of minutes for him to do what he wants... Then I can go and get myself clean. Whatever is doing this to me... I.. I have to fight it, find where it's coming from..."
 
The dog needed no more encouragement. With Maya on her knees and with her dress hitched up, the hound took full advantage. It thrust itself onto her back, its small but broad cock pushing up inside of her swiftly. The dog stood on its hind legs, its forepaws over her shoulders as its hips bucked rapidly, the red organ darting in and out of the woman's pussy rapidly.

From across the street, Sebastian watched, still cloaked in his invisibility coat, difficult but not impossible to see. He smirked, knowing that this was likely to be just the beginning, the spell designed to last for quite a while. Just how many other animals would she arouse on her way home he wondered? What amused him most was how much her mind would be conscious of the act, perhaps even disgusted by it. But her body would not, could not resist the call to mate with anything she came across. He watched and smiled, trying to see if Maya had begun to enjoy being penetrated by the canine yet.
 
Letting out a sound somewhere between a moan and a yelp, Maya's eyes went wide as the dog got straight into her. Clearly he was no newcomer to sex, and the animal's quite energetic and enthusiastic thrusting into her was both sickening her and building her towards a climax she knew she didn't want, yet could not hold back. She almost retched when she began to feel desperate for the dog to pour his seed into her.

Barely a minute into it, and the young woman's eyes rolled back in her head, her face twisting in pleasure in spite of her efforts to ignore what was being done to her. Soft moans gradually increased in volume as she neared her peak, her jaw dropping as she sat on the verge of her orgasm, but seemed unable to reach the crest.
 
Sebastian had to choke down a laugh. Now this was something he had not suspected! His enchantments had made sure that Maya would respond to any animal's arousal but he had not expected to see her own pleasure blocked until the animal had had its way with her. This truly was a surprising turn!

Behind her, the dog sprawled across her back, his furry belly rubbing against her bottom as it hurried towards its orgasm. It panted noisily in Maya's ear as its knot swelled against her lips, locking them together. As its slippery pink cock pummelled into her, the dog whimpered slightly, its bottom thrusting against her, pushing its member into her wet pussy.

Then with a sudden spurt, he came with a soft bark. Bucking his hips hard, the dog squirted its hot cum into Maya, filling her with potent canine semen. The dog paused for a few seconds as it squirted the last of its cum, emptying its doggy balls into the waiting woman, making sure to fill her as full of his fertile semen as possible before dismounting and flopping down to lick itself clean.
 
The feel of the dog pounding into her as if she were some bitch in heat, as much as it disgusted her, was bringing her to one of the strongest climaxes she'd had, and the fact she couldn't reach it was upsetting her more than the fact she'd just hiked her dress up for an animal. A minute later, she felt the sudden explosion inside her as her erstwhile lover came, trigging her own, almost violent, release against him, screaming out a deep, gutteral, cry of pleasure. As soon as he pulled out of her, she shakily rose to her feet, using the gate and the fence to support herself as she tried to get away from the area before anyone could see her. Or the trail of dog cum practically running down her legs.

The panicking young woman made it around the corner before she collapsed again, her legs too weak to carry her much further for the next few minutes. "Oh god... What's wrong with me? I... I just let a dog fuck me... I.. Wanted it to..." she mumbles, crying quietly into her hands as she tried to recover physically so that she could walk. This was a nightmare coming true for her. She was a polite woman, caring, helpful, 'proper', yet something in her just suddenly craved having that dog fuck her silly, to fill her with cum.
 
The cloak of invisibility was clever, not perfect but it allowed Sebastian to get close enough to see the panic and confusion that was on Maya's face. It was perfect and a wonderful way to pay her back for her slight against him. She'd rather had a dog fuck her? Well now she had. And what was worse was that he could tell from her expression that part of her had enjoyed it.

He backed off and looked around and had to once again suppress a laugh. The corner she had turned had led her into the town stables and unsurprisingly, her presence had already begun to affect the stallions stabled there. There was a shuffling in the pens and several horses appeared, each seeming quite keen to see the young filly who's pheromones were sending their hormones into overdrive.
 
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