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Beauty and the Beast (Kolath and Candira)

Candira

Candira

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It had been years since the queen had been ousted and the prince had taken control...but things hadn't quite turned out the way he planned. Oddly enough few people ever saw the young monarch. The people often wondered how he ruled at all. They heard that most of his dealings happened at night--strange to be sure. Then again, he was a foreigner to their lands. Maybe he just refused to adjust to the time change. A strange eccentricity, but the people dealt with it. They often heard stories about how people would go in but not come out.

Rumors had spread about the queen cursing the prince after he ousted her. The queen was dead now, so all inquiries were really just hearsay now. But a great number of people believed it. But not Belle's father. He was convinced that the prince was just a strange youth who needed to be among his people. He decided to see if the prince would have an audience with him. An audience in which the prince would hear a pitch for a festival in honor of the unity of the people. He would venture to the castle with his daughter by his side, a move that was sure to be in his favor.

She was a beautiful lady, like her mother. Isabelle had her mother's pale complexion: like peaches and cream. Her hair was long and curled nicely when she styled it. The color was a rich chestnut, though the small bit of gold in it sometimes made it look more red. She was a bright young woman, and she had a tall, slender frame, her womanly curves filled out perfectly. She hated it when people called her Izzy, and preferred "Belle" when she was addressed. Either that or her full name. Though she had moments of willfulness, she was obedient to her father and loved the man dearly. However, she was very nervous about this visit to the castle.

Belle had never met anyone more important than the police in her neighborhood, and she believed the rumors her father hadn't. She was nervous because she wasn't sure what would come of this, and because she had also heard the stories of people disappearing after unannounced visits. So it was that they stared up at the gates of the castle that day, waiting for something to happen.
 
The prince knew all to well the truth of the curse. He was forced to live with it for days upon days. The prince lost track of how long it had been, was it only years? Or life times?� it no longer mattered to him all he cared about was breaking the curse but all ways that he tried failed horribly and it seemed that nothing could break this curse.

The castle stood dark and foreboding, the wind blowing through what seemed to be a empty courtyard. The draw bridge was down and still look sturdy enough to hold anyone that wanted to cross it. The castle seemed almost dead like there was no one living there except for the fact that it was clean.

Finally after several minuets a hooded and cloaked figure stepped out of a side door. It slowly crossed the bridge using the light of the sun to make dark shadows over what was clearing a man when he spoke. His voice was deep and gravelly sounding as though it was coming through a long tunnel. â??Can I help you?â?
 
Belle was nervous, but she tried not to show it as the man came closer. There was something deeply unsettling about the castle she was about to attempt to enter, and the person who greeted them at the gate did little to calm her nerves or put her at ease. Glad that she didn't have to speak, she let her father answer for the both of them. "We were hoping to have an audience with the prince, if he'll have us," he said confidently. Her father always seemed to have good cheer, even in the most stressful of circumstances. It was an admirable trait...but also one that she felt might bring them into harm's way. Still, she sat on her horse like a lady, demurely keeping her eyes down, though she could still see everything that was happening around her.
 
The man tilted his head slightly as her father said what they wanted. â??The prince is terribly busy, I donâ??t think he will be able to see you today.â? Almost at that moment there was a howl from deep in the woods just around the corner of the castle. The man swore softly then motioned them forward. â??Come inside I will see what I can do but right now the woods are not safe and you cannot return to your home before nightfall. Come quickly.â? The man hurried across the drawbridge standing at the winch that controlled the draw bridge waiting for them to cross.
 
Belle and her father slipped inside of the gate quickly and quietly before it was closed behind them again. "Thank you so much. I'm sorry for the inconvenience to you, and my apologies to the prince as well," he said, still too cheery for his own good. She frowned slightly at her father's cheer. It seemed a little inappropriate at the time. "Oh, by the way, my name is Nel, and this is my daughter Isabelle." Crap. Well, there went her role as the silent young woman. She smiled softly at the man, though she couldn't see his face.

"It's nice to meet you sir."
 
The man accepted the introductions with a simple bow. â??I canâ??t promise my master will be very receptive to your visit. However we will put you up for the night none the less. Most likely tomorrow you will return to your village without seeing the prince.â? His long sleeve moved to one side his hand staying hidden in the shadows of it. â??If you will just follow Terra she will make sure you are settled.â? In the direction he indicated stood another hooded and cloaked figure clearly more slender then the other but just as hidden. â??And I will see to your horses,â? the man that had greeted them said.
 
Nel nodded and smiled at the figure. "Oh, thank you so much. I was just coming on an off-chance that we might see him today. I'm sure he's very busy with matters of state..." He rambled on as he helped his daughter down from her horse. Belle smoothed out her long green dress, still a little uneasy around the hooded figures...why would they wear hoods on a day like to day? It was so warm she'd convinced her father to let her go without sleeves, so long as she wore her gloves. She wore white lace gloves that spanned up her arm and into the shorter sleeves of her dress. It was rather revealing, but that didn't seem to bother anyone--including Nel. In fact, he often bragged to other fathers about how well his daughter had filled out. The ample cleavage was toned down by the fact that nearly every other part of her was covered. She followed her father to the slender figure and greeted "Terra" like a proper lady. She had been told to show the utmost courtesy to everyone she met that day, including the servants. This woman was no exception to the rule.
 
Terra curtseyed to them and then turned to lead them into the dark passages lit only by a few candles. Though the castle looked like it was one that would hold monsters and ghosts on the outside it was surprisingly clean inside clearly kept up every day. Terra showed them to a large sitting room and motioned to doors on either side. â??There are separate quarters for both of you with full beds and if you would both care for a bath I can had the kitchen bring water up for you both.â? She bowed again and turned to the door, â??There will always be a servant near at hand in case you need anything and we are all eager to serve you both please do not hesitate to ask for anything.â?

Unseen as they had walked through the halls, high above them the prince had seen them both. A low growl came from deep in his chest as he looked at the girl. Something deep inside him combined with the animal part of him making his lust for her uncontrollable. He would have her one way or another, and would do whatever was needed to take her soon.
 
Belle smiled at the shrouded figure, nodding politely. "Thank you," she said, her lovely voice smooth and soft. She didn't want to trouble these people for anything if she could help it. The last thing she wanted to do was give them any undo stress. It would not be wise to wear out her welcome with such strange people...but her father didn't seem to bear the same thing in mind.

Nel looked at his daughter and at himself, noting that they were a little dusty. "Actually, a bath would be nice if it's not too much trouble. I'm sure my daughter would like to freshen up a little, and my old bones would benefit from a nice soak." He smiled at the hooded figure, a little curious as to why they wore such things while inside. Then again, they were foreigners...
 
Terra bowed deeply. â??Very good sir I will also have them send refreshments to your rooms. Rest well.â? Terra left. the father and daughter would be left alone for some time. It would take some time for the water to be heated but it was around ten minutes later that another servant silently came in bowed and placed a platter of fruit, meats, and cheese on a center table. There was also a pitcher of wine with two glasses. Saying nothing the servant left quickly this one also hooded and cloaked.
 
Try as she might, Belle couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. She looked around her, feeling strange in such a place. The queen...she'd cursed them all. Why were things so normal on the inside of the castle? She didn't understand it at all. Nel gladly partook of the refreshments, encouraging Belle to do the same as he drank quite a bit of wine. She poured herself a glass and drank it--mostly to settle her nerves. It only helped a little. To appease her father and not appear rude, she had a few slices of fruit and a small piece of cheese as well. Her stomach growled as it accepted them. She was quite queasy from the fear.
 
Finally several people came in carrying water that was clearly boiling. They bowed in greeting before heading into the adjoining bedrooms. When they came back out the pots were clearly empty and one bowed deeply. â??Your baths are now ready they are still quiet hot please be careful.â? The tubs were inside their bedrooms, part of the stone work, steam was raising from them waiting for the two to come partake of it. as with all of the people they had seen so far these servants were hooded and cloaked. The sun was just starting to sink in the sky at this point in time.
 
Both of them thanked the staff who'd gone through such trouble to serve them. Belle felt a little guilty that she was imposing in such a way, but it would be rude to refuse now. "Go ahead and freshen up, Isabelle. I'll just be a little way off," Nel said with a reassuring smile. Supposing that she would be safe, Belle listened to her father and headed toward the bathroom. She stepped into the stone room and saw steam rising from the water. She would wait a little while longer to take her bath. She pinned her hair up and then slowly removed her dress, still feeling as though she were being watched. She dusted off her dress and smoothed it out, resting it over the changing screen. She put on the robe that had been supplied for her and walked over to the tub, testing the water with her hand. Still a little too hot.
 
The prince had been watching her this entire night from the secret passageways that led into these chambers. Back before the days of the last queen these chambers had been used not as the guest rooms but as the kings private harem. The walls and doors had been padded to absorb sound so that the king and his wenches could have fun without making it known through the castle.

Silently the door to the secret passageway swung open and the prince stepped out. He was completely naked except for the fur covering his entire body. his beast side was in control knowing only that he had to have that female. He growled softly moving closer into the perfect position staying in the shadows waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.
 
After a few moments, Belle stood up and took off her robe, setting it aside. She paused only for a moment, thinking that she'd heard something. She looked around, but saw nothing. She shrugged and then began to step down into the warm water. Still, she hesitated, sure that her instincts were right. Something was there, watching her...wasn't it?
 
The moment she was stepping into the water naked was perfect. He rushed forward and pounced on her his large body slamming her to the floor on the other side of the tub away from the door. He growled deeply his cock already getting hard against her body as he grabbed at her hands to pin her down. The light was poor in this part of the room but his face was still clear enough to see. It was nearly human only slightly elongated like halfway between a human and a wolf but it was clear that thing had once been human.
 
Belle's entire body locked up the instant she was touched. her eyes widened and the air left her lungs. The lungs that she desperately wanted to fill. And fill they did as she finally screamed. She caught sight of the creature's face as she fought back in vain, her wrists pinned above her head. She squirmed beneath it, quickly coming to the realization that it was a man....sort of. It had been at one time. She screamed again, calling out for help, still squirming beneath him, trying desperately to shift their weight so that she was on top.
 
The thing about these rooms is the padding on the walls made it impossible for sounds to pass through them or at least made them very muffled. Which was just why the prince had waited to attack her till she was here. He growled into her face forcing one of his long legs between hers and pressing it hard up against her pussy. He nipped hard at her neck shifting her wrists to be held in one of his hands so the other could come down and fondle her breasts roughly. There was nearly nothing human about the way he touched her this was all about animal need and lust he would have her one way or another.
 
"No! Please stop!" she begged. Her voice clearly carried no weight with the creature on top of her. He was going to rape her, that much was for sure. And even though she struggled mightily, she doubted he'd have a hard time of it. He held her down with one large hand, his leg quickly spreading hers, the knee pressing hard against her virginity. "Please, no! Someone help me!" She was on the verge of tears, her body still struggling as hard as it could to get away from whatever was on top of her. Despair and panic leapt into her voice and she continued to scream and struggle, hoping that someone--anyone, might help her.
 
He growled his hand pushing down between her legs and started to rub at her pussy lips and clit hard. He just needed her wet enough to ease his entrance. As soon as she was he pushed her legs to his shoulder and his thick cock pressed against her pussy rubbing at it hard before he pulled back lining it up. His eyes burned deeply as he suddenly thrust forward deep into her pushing deep into her pussy ripping right past her hymen. He howled at the ceiling even that sound being muffled so it sounded like it came from outside.
 
Belle whimpered as he rubbed her clit and her pussy, the strange "hands" feeling rough against her skin, almost like the paws of a dog. Her body responded to the touch of him, put she was so frightened that she didn't feel the pleasure. "No, please! I beg y--" but she was cut off as his member entered her and took her virginity. She screamed and really began to cry, sobbing as he howled. This thing had taken the one thing that had made her valuable to the world. And now she would have to endure it's cries of victory as he continued to defile her.
 
He thrust roughly in and out of her not giving her time to adjust to his size or the pain of a first time. He growled and panted as he raped her roughly not caring for her pleasure no this was all about his release. It had been so long since he had been with a woman that was not cursed as he was. That mere fact was enough to excite him more than normal. He nuzzled into her breasts as he raped her hard and deeply his cock pressing against her cervix with each thrust. He still said nothing to her as he never slowed down.
 
Belle soon gave up fighting. Sobbing and screaming as he took her, she closed her eyes, trying not to look at the disgusting thing that was happening to her, or the thing responsible. She was in incredible pain as he continued to thrust into her, though her body responded in the ways of self preservation, keeping her wet, trying to receive more pleasure so that she wouldn't feel the pain. Unfortunately, her mind was blocking most of this rather traumatic first time out already. She arched her back in pain and squirmed a little beneath him as she tried to lessen the pain at least. It was to no avail. He wouldn't stop.

"Please, I beg of you, stop! It hurts so much." She was still crying, whimpering as he thrust into her. It was so rough...this wasn't how she'd imagined it at all, and she never wanted to think of it again. Finally, her body began to get used to his size and it hurt a bit less, but she could never erase the psychological pain of this horrible event.
 
He growled not answering her it almost seemed like he could not. His thrusts got rougher as his cock started to swell inside her a little. With her getting wetter it was easier for him to move inside her and he was able to pound into her roughly. He could feel his release coming closer and closer. He could just about taste it remembering what it was like to be with a human what it was like to be in love. He pounded hard into her till he suddenly thrust deep into her and started to cum hard and long inside her tight no longer virgin pussy.

After several moments of panting he pulled out of her and stood walking over toward the secret door. He stopped just before leaving looking over at her on the floor. â??If you tell your father or anyone about this I will kill him.â? he left his voice still ringing in the room as the door closed.
 
Belle had just begun to feel the tiniest spark of pleasure when he came into her. She was a virgin, but she knew well what that could mean...then again, he was a beast. So perhaps she was safe. That hope slowly began to bloom in her chest. It quickly began to whither as he turned back to her and spoke. It spoke. A human voice with perfect English. And it threatened her. Obviously, it also knew that her father was here. Frightened and broken, Belle lay on the floor for some time, her tired, violated body trash to the world. She sobbed and mourned her loss as she slowly got up and climbed into the water. It was still warm, and she thanked God for that. It soothed her aching flesh and she cleaned herself out, making sure that she removed every trace of him that she could. Scrubbing vigorously, she hoped to wash away his presence with soap, but she could not. And she could not hide her distress...Perhaps she could drown herself...

The thought occurred...but why? What would be the point in that? And deep in her heart, she knew she didn't have the strength to do it. She closed her eyes and washed her face, careful to rinse herself carefully. She rose out of the water, determined to block this all from her mind and to not let anyone else know of her shame and her terror, least of all her father. But she would insist that they leave as soon as possible. She put on her robe and walked behind the screen, drying herself. Once she was done, she replaced her undergarments and her dress, still aching. Perhaps she could request to sleep right away. Surely she would be safe in a nice warm bed? Foolish thinking, but she couldn't bring herself to stay awake much longer. She exited the bathroom and began to search for someone to help her.
 
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