Beauty and Two Beasts

Chapter 1-2

“Come and join me,” Belle said bubbling with anticipation.

Trudeau, who was as flushed as Belle had ever seen him, didn’t say a word. Simply getting up, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt allowing it to fall to the ground. Belle had never seen his naked chest before. His muscles rippled like a man’s but his chest wasn’t hairy like one. Belle decided that he was as beautiful as the statues in the books she had read. She couldn’t imagine anyone better looking.

As Belle’s eyes followed his hands to his waist, she saw something unexpected. There was something bulging in his trousers. She had often heard the other girls joke about something like this, but for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out what they were talking about. This must’ve been it.

Belle again trembled knowing that she would be able to fill in the gaps in her dreams. Although Belle had dreamed about him naked and them hugging, everything below his waist always appeared as a blur. As he dropped his trousers and then his undergarment, she couldn’t believe what she saw.

Was that what a boy looked like naked? She asked herself. She would never have guessed. His horn was both scary and exhilarating. Her naked chest rose and fell considering what a boy was supposed to do with it when hugging a girl.

Belle was sure that Trudeau could hear her thundering heartbeat from where he stood. She felt an unexplainable yearning within her. She needed to be as close to her love that she could. When his broad feet stepped off of the blanket towards her, she was sure that she could burst into tears from anticipation.

Trudeau entered the gently moving stream parking himself more than an arm’s length in front of her. With the water catching him to his bellybutton, he stared at his love unsure of what he should do next. He desperately wanted to go to her and touch her but would she allow it? She was the most wonderful girl in the world, he only wanted to make her happy. So if she wanted him to stand there, as much as it made him ache, he would do it.

Belle wanted to do more than just look at him, though. She burned with the desire to touch him. Not sure if he would want her to, she slowly shifted forward. As she did, he did as well. And once they both saw each other moving to the other, their movements became faster eventually wrapping their naked bodies together meeting with their lips.

Belle couldn’t explain the feeling she got pressing her young breasts against his manly chest. It was exhilarating. Even more than that was the feeling of his stiff manhood pushing against her belly. She could feel the flesh between her legs twitch at the sensation. She wanted so badly for Trudeau to touch her down there. But it was not with his fingers that she wanted it. It was with his manhood.

Needing to be closer to him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and climbed up his body. Kissing him harder, she felt every sensation as the tip of his horn traveled down her body. Subtly spreading her legs, it sprung out grazing her swollen flesh. The sensation made her convulse. It was a better feeling than she had had in her life. It took her a moment to recover from it but when she did, she knew she needed more.

Almost feral from his touch, she loosened her grip from around his neck. It lowered her onto him. The tip of his horn slid across her flesh and then stopped. It had halted on her hole. This was where her pleasure was greatest.

She lowered herself causing herself pain. It wasn’t something that she wanted to avoid, though. It was a pain that somehow felt good. She asked for more of this pain as she lowered herself further. And when the pushing became almost too much, she felt a prick followed by the feeling of being filled by him.

Belle wasn’t sure what was going on but she liked it. The boy she loved was actually inside of her. There was no way that she could get closer to him than this. She was willing to stay like this forever.

That didn’t seem to be Trudeau’s plan, though. He pulled his hips back as if trying to pull himself out. Belle stood disappointed by his retraction and then was equally elated when her love’s manhood reversed its retreat and penetrated her again.

The feeling of this was beyond anything imaginable. At once, the sensation paralyzed her and set her mind free. Feeling Trudeau’s wonderful manhood pushing and pulling against her inside, her mind tumbled into depths it had never gone before. Her body tingled all over and the inside of her tightened with a new type of pain that felt good. The whole thing was becoming too much for her but she didn’t want him to stop.

As the rumbling built inside of her, Belle was feeling the impulse to scream. It felt so good that she wanted the world to know. She felt out of control. It was like she was tumbling towards the depths of pleasure. She couldn’t think of anything but what would happen next.

When Belle couldn’t contain it anymore, she latched her legs around her fiancé’s body and let out a piercing shriek. A wave of pleasure washed over her like warm honey. She was in ecstasy. Her moment was only interrupted when Trudeau let out a bellow of his own. He had enjoyed what they had done as much as she had.

It was quickly after that that Trudeau mercifully stopped his gentle thrusting. Belle just wanted to hold him and be as close to him as she could be. He seemed to be fine with that and she could have stayed in his embrace forever. A rustling within the brush next to the stream interrupted the two, though. Trudeau was the first to look around, but Belle soon released her love and turned as well.

“What was it?” Belle asked slowly losing the courage she had felt only moments ago.

“I don’t know. It could have been an animal,” Trudeau whispered.

“Do you think we should get out just in case?” Belle suggested.

“Maybe we should.”

Belle released Trudeau. To her surprise, his manhood was no longer inside of her. She hadn’t felt him take it out. And as she glanced at him as he left the stream, she was surprised to find that his horn was no longer as stiff as it once was.

The whole thing amazed Belle. She couldn’t wait to become his wife and be with him all day and all night. The pleasure she had just experienced with him was the greatest of her young life. She didn’t regret anything she had done with her fiancé and thought only of when she could do it again.

Once the two got dressed, they returned to the blanket and each other’s arms. They lay together and talked for what had to have been hours. When the bread and cheese were long gone and Belle had had all of the wine that she could handle, they decided to call it a day.

“Tomorrow I have to leave with Mr. Lafleur on a business trip. He has found a new territory that he would like us to explore. I will be gone a week but when I come back, I will have a ring. With it, I will ask your father for your hand in marriage. And, as soon as he gives his permission, I want to marry you, Belle. Is that okay with you?” Trudeau asked vulnerably.

“I would like that very much,” Belle said staring into Trudeau’s light eyes. “But why wait for the ring? If you ask my father tonight, he will say yes. I know he will. He loves you as much as I do. He already thinks of you as his son.”

“And I love him like the father I never had. We will be the greatest family together. But I want you both to have this moment. I want you to have a ring and I want it to be official.”

“Rings are what the people do in the city. They aren’t us, Trudeau. You don’t have to worry about that with my father.”

“But I want to do this. I want something that will show the whole world just how much I love you. I want something that tells them that you belong to me and that I belong to you.”

Belle stared at her loving fiancé. A ring wasn’t important to her but she could see that it was important to him.

“Then go with Mr. Lafleur. I will count down the moments until you’re back. And when you are, I will be the happiest girl in the world knowing that I will have the most caring and thoughtful husband ever.”

Belle kissed her fiancé’s lips again and then collected her things and headed home. On the walk back, she considered what she had done with her fiancé. Feeling him inside of her truly was the greatest sensation of her life. She felt giddy thinking about it. She thought about the smell of him and the way he felt in her arms. She felt like singing as she considered how lucky she was to have a man like Trudeau in her life.

“Belle?” Her father asked as she reentered their home. “Where have you been?”

“With Trudeau, Papa. He is simply the most wonderful man that I have ever met. I want him to be my husband, Papa.”

“And I’m sure he will ask you. You just have to be patient, my darling. Trudeau is a good man. He will make you a good husband. And as wonderful as you are, I am sure that you will make him a good wife,” her father said with a smile and a hug.

When Belle woke up the next morning, she was still on a high. Getting dressed, she knew she had errands to run. She was running low on flour and her father needed mulberries to make paint for his cuckoo clocks. Her father was the finest clockmaker outside of Paris. It was a wonder that he chose to live so far from his best customers. But ever since Belle’s mother had died, her father claimed that a hamlet like theirs would be the only place that wouldn’t drown him in the memory of his lost love.

As much as Belle thought that city life would better agree with her, she was fine with living the country life as long as it made her father happy. As nice as everyone was, it was a little tough on Belle, though. The idea of girls reading was a foreign concept to her neighbors. Belle couldn’t understand why. How could any of them believe that the only place for a girl was in the kitchen or in service to a man? That wasn’t how Belle was raised and she thanked her father every day that she wasn’t.

“Good morning, Mrs. Oakes. Good morning, Mrs. Embers,” Belle said passing her two neighbors as she headed to the shop. “What a glorious morning, isn’t it?” Belle didn’t think much about how her smile wasn’t returned. She often thought about how grumpy many of the women in her village were.

Belle entered the shop and spotted Mr. and Mrs. Cannon. “Good morning, Mr. Cannon. Good morning, Mrs. Cannon. Isn’t it just a wonderful day?”

“Why yes, Belle. It is,” Mr. Cannon replied.

“For some of us God fearing folks, it is. I can’t imagine how wonderful it could be for your type,” Mrs. Cannon said sternly stepping between Belle and her husband.

“Mrs. Cannon!” Belle said shocked. “Why would you say such a thing? It is a wonderful day for all of God’s creatures.”