Beastly Intentions
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"Hold still, Melissa," he whispered again, this time gently as he used his thumb to pry open the top of the vial, never taking his other hand from the sweet flesh of her sex. He poured a small stream onto her, shutting the vial quickly and dropping it to the bed beside them. "Hold very still," he whispered, his fingers rubbing into the oil and coating with the viscous liquid.
He heard her whimper as he pressed his finger against that tiny pucker. His gaze went to her face, seeing her expression, the concentration, the way her teeth dug into her bottom lip. "Am I hurting you?" he asked, feeling the tight ring give way under the pressure of his finger and then the heat of her around him. "N-no, it feels s-strange," she whispered. He pushed in another finger, feeling her body jerk and tense up under him. "Relax, sweet one," he whispered, using his thumb on the hardened flesh of her clit. "Relax and let me do this."
Melissa felt his fingers moving in her bottom, the feelings strange, not quite painful, but not quite pleasurable either. Then his thumb was moving over her clit and a moan was startled out of her, for those tiny caresses sent fiery flames to her belly, making her push back against the fingers. She wriggled her hips, wanting more of those caresses, begging with tiny cries for more.
She felt his fingers leave her, pull from her sex and from her bottom, but before she could cry out her disappointment, he was pushing against her again, something bigger, something that hurt when it pushed past that tight outer ring of muscle.
Her body went rigid beneath him. "Oh!" she whispered, squirming under him.
"God, Melissa, don't move. You're so tight, little one." He moved his hips, tiny motions that had him burrowing deeper into her until finally he lay against her, buried inside of her.
She could feel him pulsing and hard. She felt stretched, invaded almost more than she could handle. He was so hard, lying against her, his weight holding her to the bed. Then he moved, pulling from her, leaving a feeling of emptiness behind. Melissa groaned, burying her face in the blankets. She felt his hand slip round her thigh, pulling her body up to reach between her legs, his fingers sliding into her wetness, his thumb slipping rhythmically across her clit.
He moved against her with a sensuousness that stole her breath, his hips shaking as he sought to give her pleasure before giving in to his own. She was so tight, so hot around him, her sex wet beneath his caressing fingers. He could feel her moving, her hips jerking in tiny circles as pleasure started to numb the slight pain. Her cries became louder, her face flushed, her lips parted with her panting breaths.
The heat of her spongy walls, the tightness of them had his pulse racing, his head spinning as the sensations built, growing until he could feel himself losing control. He pulsed into her, hearing her cries, feeling her sex spasm with bliss around his fingers, her body bucking under him.
He filled her bowels with silken ropes of creamy come, shaking with the intensity of his feelings, his head thrown back and a roar of pure pleasure coming from his lips.
When it was over, he gathered her into his arms, pulling gently from inside her body, holding her close to him. His hands stroked over the long length of her golden hair, feeling the satiny tresses. "Are you all right?" he asked her gently, afraid of her answer.
"Hmm, yes, love. I did not know such to be possible, Nathaniel." She almost purred in his arms, arching like a contented kitten.
"I worried I had hurt you or frightened you," he said, pressing a kiss to her hair.
"A little at first," she admitted, turning her head to stare into his beloved amber eyes. "But then it was just strange, and then…" her voice trailed off and her cheeks bloomed with color. "And then…" he coaxed, kissing her warm cheek. "Then it was…wonderful, blissful. May we do it again sometime,
Nathaniel?" she asked him seriously, frowning when he began to laugh. "If I had not wanted to marry you before, I would now, my love. Yes, we will most definitely do such again." He stretched, rising from the bed after pressing another sweet kiss to her rosy cheek.
"Where are you going? Jeffrey thinks you should rest today, as do I. I was scared last night, the pain you went through was quite terrible, Nathaniel." She turned on her back, feeling his seed begin to drain from her body.
He went to the stand, taking a small cloth from the basin there and wetting it with water from the pitcher close by, he cleaned himself first. Then he got a new cloth, wringing it until it was just moist and brought it to her. He laughed as her cheeks seem to grow pinker. "Clean yourself, my love. I shall go and see if Jeffrey has brought us another platter." He stopped to pull on his robe before going to the door, hearing the rustling of the sheets as she moved behind him.
Reaching the door, he opened it quietly, intending to retrieve the food and then to tease Melissa about her blushes as they ate from the other plate. Instead, he stared at Jeffrey as the man stood motionless, the platter of food in one hand. In the other was a bundle of herbs that he'd just started shaking over the food.
Nathaniel's nose, still sensitive even in his human form, smelled the aroma of those same herbs that Jeffrey used on his food during the change. He stared in confusion, not understanding for an instant why Jeffrey would be putting those herbs on his food now, for he was a man again, and not a beast.
Understanding dawned, and, with it, a growing horror as he thought back to the times he'd eaten those same drugs, the way the food made him feel, the medicines Jeffrey pushed upon him the days before the change to try to thwart its hold upon him. These herbs, that medicine, it was what caused the change!
Nathaniel grabbed Jeffrey by the throat, the plate of drugged food falling to the floor at his feet and spattering over the old musty carpeting. "What is this?" he roared. He grabbed the bag of herbs in his hand, holding it up as he stared at the man he'd trusted above any other.
"It is just herbs, master," Jeffrey stuttered, for behind the eyes of the man he could see the savage nature of the beast longing to get out.
"Just herbs? You expect me to believe that? Then I guess you wouldn't mind eating some of them yourself?" He shook the older man who hung from his hands like a wet rag doll.
"I...I meant no harm, Master. Surely you know of my loyalty to you and your family. I was with your father until his death. I sat with you when your mother took her life. I helped you through the changes and kept you safe and away from those who would hurt you. You cannot think I would wish you ill, Master." Jeffrey cowered in his hand, holding up his own as he pled for his life.
Nathaniel turned, shoving the older man into the room, feeling this betrayal to his soul. "Why? You must tell me why you've done this to us, Jeffrey, to me and my father, and my mother whom you professed to love with your very soul. How could you hurt her so by taking away the one thing she loved with her whole heart?"
"Nathaniel?" Melissa called, stepping down from the bed, belting the huge robe snugly around her tiny waist. "What is it?" "You drank of the tea I made yesterday, did you not, Melissa?" "You know I did, but it was a bitter brew, as I told you, Nathaniel. What is this?" she asked, holding out her hand to Jeffrey and going to help the older man up.
"Do not touch him!" Nathaniel snarled, grabbing her and holding her close to him. "He has been poisoning my food, Melissa, all these years with this same mixture. He's the cause of the curse, the reason that the beast came to be. You drank the tea, the tea I brewed from these herbs. Then you changed, but like me, when I first changed, it didn't last, and only showed as a lengthening of the teeth, a growth of the nails." He lifted the bag with the herbs in it."Where did this come from?"
Jeffrey stood on his own, brushing off the knees of his black breeches with shaking hands. He held his head high, though his cheeks were wan and pale. "An old woman in the village, Master Nathaniel, she makes the blend for me from an ancient recipe."
"Why, Jeffrey? I thought of you as family, as the father I'd never known. Why did you do this to us?" Nathaniel felt Melissa's arm coming around him, squeezing gently as she stood at his side.
"It started
so many years ago, sir; you were but a lad when I was approached. I…had a small problem with gambling and had borrowed money from the wrong people. I was desperate for a way out of the predicament I was in. I was also young and foolish." Jeffrey shook his head, his disgust for himself evident. "I should have gone to your father as soon as I was offered the deal, told him everything. But I was proud and jealous and spiteful." "Who approached you?" Melissa asked. Jeffrey closed his eyes, a huge sigh coming from deep inside of him.
"If I tell you, he'll kill me." "If you don't tell me, I'll kill you. I wonder what eating the entire contents of this bag would do to you, Jeffrey." Nathaniel held the bag up in his hand, his intent clear.
"It would indeed kill me, sir," Jeffrey said, pushing a strand of gray hair from his face. "It is probably what I deserve for the evil I have done. But I will plead for my life if it becomes necessary."
"Tell me who got you to do these things to my family, Jeffrey, and I might be persuaded to give you a head start before I come after you to kill you." Nathaniel's voice deepened, turning into a throaty growl reminiscent of the beast.
"Y-your uncle, sir. He came to me all those years before, offering me enough money to end my problems and to make my life easier if I would but feed the herbs to your father and become his treasured servant and keeper. I had no idea at first what it would do…"
"You lie," Nathaniel hissed a line of white forming around his lips. "You bastard, you lie!"
"No, sir," Jeffrey yelped, jumping back as Nathaniel surged forward, the lust for blood in his eyes. "He was here last night, sir, he wants me to…to…" he glanced helplessly over at Melissa.
"He wants you to what, Jeffrey?" Melissa asked him, putting her small body between the two men.
"To kill you, miss. He knows that you will distract the master, keep him from the routine that keeps him the beast, as you've already done. He wants you dead, mutilated as if the beast had done the killing. He said that it would be the last straw to push Nathaniel into the madness of the drug." Jeffrey reached out a shaking hand toward Melissa. "I told him no. I told him that giving the drug was one thing, but murder, that was something I couldn't do."
"My uncle," Nathaniel said, his arm falling away from Melissa's shoulders."Why would he want me dead? I am his last living relative."
"Money," Jeffrey said simply. "He wishes it all, your title, your lands, all your money. It will be his if anything were to happen to you without an heir."
"He drugged his brother, his nephew, wanted to kill me, all because of greed?" Melissa was shocked, her hand going to her throat.
"It is an evil thing done by an evil person." Jeffrey bowed his head, waiting for the master's next words.
"You've put me through hell, Jeffrey," Nathaniel said. "I cannot forgive the things you have done to my family and to myself."
"I never expected such, Master Nathaniel." He took a deep breath, holding it for a moment before letting it out in a long sigh. "I shall pack my things and wait for the police to come and collect me, sir." He started out of the room, his head bowed.
* * * * Garren growled softly, staring at the book. He wanted to rip the man apart, for not only had he torn apart his grandparents, forced his father to live in exile, he'd ruined Garren's own life. His teeth seemed to lengthen, his chest rumbled with his anger. Rage turned his vision red.
He wanted to howl out his anguish and his rage, to ease the burning in his chest that seemed to flame until he could barely control the pain it caused. He dropped the book to the floor, saving it from the rasping of his claws as they dug into the chair, ripping at the upholstery until it was tufts of fluff in the air.
Still the rage burned, his desperate need to feel Jeffrey's neck in his claws, to tear out the throat of the man who had turned him into this beast causing him to jerk from the chair, knocking it over in his ire.
Brenna sat up in the bed, her eyes cloudy with fatigue, pushing the hair from her face. She turned at the noise of the chair hitting the floor, jumping at the loudness of it and the inhuman growl that came from the shadows of the room. "Garren?" she called cautiously, disturbed by the animalistic sounds he was making.
He came rushing at her, a huge beast, barely recognizable as the loving man who'd made her feel such passion and pleasure earlier. His teeth glowed in the light of the fire, clear drops of saliva dripping from them as he bared them. His eyes flamed red, a mad rage in their depths. His claws were outstretched, as if to tear her apart. Brenna screamed, falling back to the bed as he leaped at her.
Chapter Eight
Her scream echoed throughout the chamber. Brenna found herself held tightly to Garren's chest, his body convulsing against hers, his shoulders shaking almost as if he were sobbing. Slowly, her hands came up to hold him to her, stroking the soft hair of his head, rocking him against her as she would a child.
"What is it, Garren? What has you in such a state?" she asked him, her voice soft but with a hint of panic in its depths and a tremble of the fear she'd felt still shivering through her.
He raised his furry head from her shoulder, staring down into her beautiful face."I...I love you so much," he whispered.
Brenna's smile was brilliant, her face lighting up to create such an aura of happiness it was hard for him to look at her. "And such feelings have you roaring and tearing apart the room?"
"No," he said, ducking his head and feeling the anger drain away as she held him close. "It was the thought of losing you, of never being able to love you the way I want to. I couldn't stop the rage."
"You never have to lose me, Garren. I want to be with you, I want to be yours. You know this." She held his face in her hands, her eyes gazing into his with a passion she hoped he could feel. She slid her naked body out from under the blankets that covered her, blushing as his gaze roamed over her smooth, slender curves. "Take me, Garren," she whispered, her eyes staring up into his. "Make me your own, body, heart, and soul."
His growl startled her as did his sudden move, sweeping her into his arms, drawing her naked body against his own. His moan was heartfelt, feeling her slim form pressed so closely to him, only the thin layer of his robe keeping them separated. He wanted to lift her, to pull her onto his cock, impale her with its rigid length. He wanted to feel her around him, her flesh hot and wet, clinging to his cock with every forceful thrust.
He wanted to rage at the moon for he couldn't do it. He couldn't take her, not like this, not now. Not while he was still the beast.
"I...I can't, Brenna. Please," he begged, holding her at arm's length from him, his entire body shaking with the hold he held over his passions. "Don't ask this of me again, not now. Not while I am like this," he said, staring down at his hairy body with disgust. "I cannot take the chance that I might harm you in my lusts or cause one of our children to be stricken with this same infirmity. I just can't, Brenna," he said, his eyes pleading with her to understand.
Brenna felt the defeat before her sigh gave away the emotion. She couldn't fight with his will to protect her. But then she glanced up, seeing the fabric tented on the front of his robe, something he no longer tried to hide from her. A small smile came to her lips as she trailed her fingers across it, before glancing up at him.
"If I cannot have you, Garren, might I touch you instead? I wish to know how a man's cock will feel in my hand."
"Brenna…" Garren began, his voice shaky as just the thought of her fingers on him brought him close to release. "I don't think…"
"Please," she whispered, her fingers busily undoing the knot at his waist. "I but wish to touch it, perhaps to taste your essence as you have tasted mine." The robe slipped from his shoulders, falling to the bed behind him. His arms hung down at his sides, his hands in fists so tight she could see the white knuckles through the black of his fur.
His body was hard, his skin hot under the thick fur that covered him. She rubbed her hands through the fur on his chest, using her nails to scratch gently. "Please?" she asked again, staring into his eyes.
She knelt beside him, her legs next to his arm. Reaching out slowly, she cupped his hard flesh in her hand, almost jerking back when he moaned loudly into the quiet of the room. "Did I hurt you?" she whispered quickly.
"No!" His voice was loud and emphatic, making her smile. Her fingers trailed over the smooth flesh, feeling the veins that ran through it, wondering at its silky texture and warmth.
"It's so big," she whispered, closing her fingers around his cock, caressing him with long strokes, leaning ever closer to the dark thick head. Her other hand went to the soft furry sack below that contained his egg shaped testicles, slowly cupping them in her warm palm, massaging them with gentle squeezes.
"Yes," he groaned, feeling as if he'd stepped into a small piece of heaven, watching her small breasts bounce with the movements of her arms. His hand reached out slowly, his fingers slipping over her breast, feeling the plump, hard nipple grow in his palm.
"May…May I kiss it, like they do in the books, Garren? Please?" she asked him, her eyes never leaving his groin.
"Oh, God, I might not be able to control myself if you do, Brenna." He groaned when she bent forward anyway, her lips touching the dark tip of his cock, the heat of her mouth slipping over his flesh. His eyes closed and he dropped his hand from her body to grip the sheet under him. She was hot, wet suction around his cock, her lips moving down the length of his shaft, her tongue tasting him, swirling around him with devastating effect.