The Ravishing of Beauty
By Jessica Satin
Blurb:
Belle's choice to become the Beast's
prisoner changes her in ways she never imagined.
After her Beast transforms back into his
human form, they eagerly explore each other’s bodies. He can caress every inch
of her and probe his tongue deep between her lips. She can feel the warm bulge
of his muscles and run her fingers through his red-gold hair, but it’s not
enough. Their sexual affair began long before he was human, and Belle can’t
help remembering what it was like to be with her Beast. She learned to love him
through all the blood and sacrifice it required. Belle and her Prince must
learn to find new ways to express their desires.
Content Warning: This story was written to unlock
your darkest fantasies and innermost desires. It is not for the faint of heart
and is not your mother's erotica. All of the sexual descriptions found in this
book are very explicit in nature. For readers 18+ only!
Excerpt:
The concrete floor of Belle’s cell was cold
and rough beneath her feet. Prince Adam had thrown her in here, again. He often
did before ravishing her.
She took solace in the hard, gray
walls and thick iron bars that held her there. The chaotic thoughts of her
overactive mind eased away. Her mind was consumed by an
acute awareness of her shivering body covered only by a transparent
white chemise.
Although her Prince had transformed back
into his human form just a few months ago, they had begun their
affair long before. Just the thought of his incredible power sent hot
tendrils of adrenaline shooting up her abdomen.
She thought back to their first time. She
was in the library, sitting on the floor with her
back against one of the many bookshelves and reading
e.e. cummings’ erotic poetry. The words flowed hotly through her
body and her vagina throbbed every time she read the
words hunger, feel, touch, spine, killing, ow, oh no, come,
divine, bones, and most especially, monster. She kept reading
until her body was so overcome with arousal that she couldn’t focus on the
words anymore.
She slipped her hands between her skirt and
pulled her underwear down to her knees. She was already so wet her fingers
slid between her lips. The smell of books filled her lungs and she arched
backwards, displacing books as she delved further into her fantasy of her Beast
coming in and taking over her.
When she came, torrents of
pleasure flowed through her. A dark pool of cum and sweat marked the silk
lining of her hot pink skirt. She felt perfectly relaxed. She opened her eyes
and the library had a soft, hazy glow.
A shadow wavered from the corner of her
eye. She looked toward it and saw the form of her Beast in the
doorway. His large, bright blue eyes took her in. It was unclear how
long he had been there, but she secretly hoped he had been there to witness it
all.
She was always astounded by his
appearance. He was nearly seven feet tall and appeared to
be a mix of fearsome, beautiful creatures. His back was broad
and curved like a bear, his paws large and clawed like a lion, his
limbs strong and lean like a wolf. A pair of sharp teeth
lay against his upper lip and deep brown, silky hair covered his
body. Horns curved up over his ears. Despite his outward appearance,
she sensed a brilliant humanity deep within him.
She also noticed his turgid cock
bulging in his trousers. It was huge. Painfully big.
The Beast stayed in the doorway, watching
his Belle, his Beauty, stare back at him. Her mouth was slightly agape, her
cheeks glowed, and she was shameless about her exposed, wet pussy. Her
smell filled his massive lungs with scents of a flourishing rose garden
draped in sweet cum and sweat. His cock throbbed painfully
against his trousers, begging to be unleashed and into her, into her everywhere.
Ramming up inside her until she was drained of everything.
They had barely interacted before. He was
intimidated by her. He could hardly do more than invite her to dinner and
sloppily eat his meal while she watched, sweetly coaxing him into remembering
his manners. His monstrous form was his constant torment. He read “The Ugly
Duckling” over and over, hoping one day he would be handsome again. He tried
not to dwell on her being his only hope for returning to his human body. If he
thought of it too much, it would ruin him.
Even worse, she
was as devastatingly beautiful as he was horrifyingly ugly. Her
eyes were doleful and deep chestnut brown, flecked with gold. Her
chestnut hair ran in waves down the long curve of her spine. Her lips were
plump and a deep, rosebud pink. He often imagined how they would look
stretched around his cock.
She was his only hope for reversing his
curse, but how could she ever learn to love him? Her personality was all
that gave him confidence. She was kind and quiet most of the time, but he
sensed something twisted inside her. Something she wasn’t fully in touch
with yet. It was territory to be explored.
“Stand up,” he said.
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