Hunted: An Erotic Retelling of Beauty and the Beast (An Adult Fairy Tale Novel)

by du Lys, Cerys

  Danya removed her bra and tossed it onto an empty table. Horatio didn't seem to notice, or if he did he acted like he didn't care. Oh, she would change his mind, and very quickly. Walking towards him with a seductive sway of her bare hips, she sidled next to him and put her chin on his shoulder, watching him work. Her breasts pressed against his back, her supple flesh finding a home against the cloth of his suit.

  Horatio gulped. "Mistress?" When he turned around he got an eyeful; all of her, nude, her tight body, presented and prepared for him, waiting to see what he could do with it.

  "You were gone for a long time, weren't you?" she asked.

  He backed away from her, trying not to look at her gently swaying breasts. Trying, she noted, but failing. "Yes, yes I was. It's no trouble, though. Not the Master's fault, but the witch's curse. I know this."

  "Mhm." She nodded and walked towards him like a predator stalking her prey, almost as if she were the beast now. Horatio continued backing away until he found himself pressed up against the kitchen wall with nowhere left to go.

  "I only want to reward you," she said. "Everett is nice, but you look like you could use a treat for good service."

  "Yes, well, it's reward enough working here," Horatio said. "It's a wonderful place. You'll see how nice and lively it is once the others return. Which, speaking of, where is Master Everett now? Shouldn't you two be...? Not to be crass, but you both seemed to enjoy yourselves, and..."

  "Later," Danya said. "I want to enjoy you now."

  Horatio gave her a confused look, which gave Danya just enough time to crouch on her knees in front of him and undo his pants. She unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to his ankles along with his underwear.

  Maybe he was an older gentleman, but from her current vantage point she wouldn't have guessed it. Not entirely up to speed with her advances, his cock looked ready and willing to catch up at any moment. She grinned as it twitched upwards, almost like a nod of approval, freed from its confines.

  "Mistress, really, you don't have to..." Horatio started to say.

  "I know," she interrupted. Before he could say anymore, she cut him off by licking the head of his cock.

  Horatio braced himself against the wall, knees trembling. "Oh, gods," he said.

  He didn't become instantly erect, but he was close to it. His cock sprung up, slapping against her nose and making her laugh. "How long has it been since you've been with a woman?" she asked.

  "Mistress," he said. She made it hard for him to speak by stroking his shaft in her hands and teasing the tiny slit at the end of his cockhead with her tongue. "I—it's been a very long time. Before the curse, I dallied with one of the maids, but we had a fight and after that it was over a year—"

  "That's no good," Danya said.

  She wrapped her lips around his cock and leaned forward, taking him into her mouth. Thankfully he wasn't as big as Everett, or she didn't think this would work. He was big enough, though. Plenty big to make it a pleasure to suck his cock. She could feel his size, his twitching, his cock squirming in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down along his shaft before easing him out of her mouth and licking at the curves between his cockhead and shaft.

  Horatio grunted and grabbed her hair, but quickly let go after realizing who he had a hold of.

  Letting his cock fully out of her mouth, she stroked him in long, steady beats. "You can pull my hair," she said. "I want you to talk dirty to me. Treat me like that maid. Tell me how angry you are with me, as if we're arguing all over again."

  Horatio nodded, gulping. When Danya took him into her mouth again, he grabbed her hair. Tentatively at first, careful, but when she didn't object he took in fistfuls and guided her along his cock. Faster, he wanted, and she went faster.

  "Darcy," he said.

  She looked up at him, watching him. His eyes were closed, remembering the image of his lover. The idea of it, her playing the role of some lowly maid, excited her. It wasn't far from the truth, really, except somehow after fucking Everett she'd been elevated to the role of mistress. She decided to be a very benevolent mistress, though. Why shouldn't she reward the servants for good behavior?

  "Darcy," Horatio repeated. "It's—it's—"

  Danya stopped for a moment. "Go on. You may say anything."

  He nodded, pursing his lips. "Darcy, I know the Master had sex with you, and I despise it, but I still..."

  Fuck! This was delicious. Everett had seduced the maid, stolen Darcy away from Horatio for the night? Better still, the woman had a name somewhat similar to her own, at least the beginning of it. And... how must this be for the butler? Everett had taken his Darcy, and here she was, Everett's mistress, worshipping Horatio's cock?

  "You're a dirty fucking whore!" Horatio screamed.

  In his fantasy, this re-enactment, he lost himself. He clenched at Danya's hair and shoved her forcefully onto his cock. Danya choked, gasping and gagging and shocked, but not for long. This was wonderful! He was no Everett, but he was better in some regards. Angry, truly angry, and taking her, his passion and emotion showing through. He held her on his cock, forcing himself deep into her throat, while he screamed obscenities at her.

  Then he pulled her away and shoved her back down. This time Danya was ready for it. She let his cock slide into her mouth, his cockhead hitting against the back of her throat. She grabbed at his hips, gripping his ass so she could try and force more of him into her mouth. She had every last inch of his manhood inside her, and Horatio seemed to want her to know it.

  When she swallowed, the sensation sent his cock twitching in her mouth. Breathing through her nose, staring at his crotch up close, she felt horribly aroused. This was... fuck! He bucked his hips against her face, fucking her mouth, and she desperately wanted him to use the rest of her body but didn't want to ruin his fantasy.

  "And what—" he said in between thrust, "—will you do—" His cock banged against the back of her throat. "—if you become pregnant?"

  Danya squeezed his ass with one hand, then snaked the other around to his thigh. She coaxed him to spread his legs a bit, then snuck her hand towards his seed-heavy balls. Grasping them in her hand, she squeezed, rolling them between her fingers and urging him further.

  "He can't recognize the child as his own! He's too important to marry a common servant! Everyone will think you're a hussy! Some lady of the night! A cheap trick!"

  Horatio went on a rampage. He fucked her throat for all he was worth, pounding his cock into her mouth. Danya tried to keep some semblance of a regular blowjob, like the ones she'd given to numerous men before, but this was something else entirely. Horatio didn't seem like he even wanted anything resembling normal, which was fine by her. She praised his shaft with her lips, lubricating the way with her tongue as she rolled it around every curve and crevice she could find while he stuffed himself into her mouth.

  His balls tightened and she squeezed them harder. Horatio grimaced, on the precipice of pleasure, but she wouldn't let him fully relent and release. He slowed his thrusts, trying to push past the agonizing pleasure of her squeezing, the pressure making it difficult for him to climax, she knew. Still, he was about to cum and there was little more she could do about it.

  In a last ditch effort to prolong him, she moved her other hand to the base of his cock and wrapped her thumb and index finger around it, cutting off his orgasm's point of escape. Horatio screamed, enraged.

  In his fantasy, whatever was going on in his mind, it wasn't very happy. He pulled Danya hard onto his cock, broke through her squeezes, and forced a massive jet of sticky cream into her throat. Again, then once more, thick, gooey cum shot into her mouth, and then he finished. She grinned, drooling on his cock and swallowing his load as he came down from climax.

  His cock softened in her mouth and she licked and cleaned it with her tongue. Post-climax, Horatio softened as a person, too. His hands let go of her hair and he acted less tense now, more relaxed. He opened his eyes and looked down at he
r with a smile before realizing who exactly was on her knees in front of him.

  "Mistress!" he said with a gasp. He helped her up from the ground and wiped a stray bit of his cum from her lips with the cuff of his suit coat. "I'm so dreadfully sorry."

  "Oh, it's fine," she said. "Did you enjoy it?"

  "It was..." He searched for a word. "It was very cathartic. I'm sorry you had to learn of Master Everett's indiscretions that way, though. He's a fine man, mind, but his inclinations tend towards a philanderer's nature. I am sure with the passing of time he has calmed his passions, though."

  Danya desperately hoped this wasn't the case. If their rabid coupling on the dining hall table was a one time thing she would be disappointed.

  ...

  How had she gotten herself into this mess? Alena had no idea.

  The beast (his name was Everett, she learned) held her up against a tree. He'd introduced himself at least, and she'd done the same, except then he'd just went right to the point. He needed.

  What did he need? A bad question to ask, apparently. He didn't know how to explain it, so instead he showed her. Kneeling beside her, he touched her wet pussy with the palm of his hand and said it again. "I need."

  Alena lost her sense of self. She needed, too! She needed a lot. Hell, she needed most everything, she thought. Everyone needed something at some time, and it all changed, and...

  That wasn't this, but it might as well be. When he touched her crotch, spread her folds with his fingers, she couldn't think and didn't answer. Instead, she leaned into him, excited as he caressed her slick folds with his hand, and then...

  Before she knew it he picked her up high. So high that she could grab the lower branches of the tree above her, which she did. The beast sought her smell, her dripping arousal, and he dug his nose into her sex. Alena shrieked, caught off guard.

  "Yessssss," she hissed. She had a feeling that it wouldn't matter what she said or did, as long as her body reacted to the beast's ministrations. And, oh yes, she definitely did that.

  He didn't spend much time sniffing and rubbing his nose against her clit, though. Alena didn't mind. She wanted to see his erection up close, to feel it in her hands, and when he lowered her a little she expected to do just that.

  Except, no. When he lowered her so that she could no longer hold onto the branches, he was far closer to her than before. So close that her legs were on either side of his body, with her panties still near her knees and wrapped tight around his back. The fabric of her underwear stretched to accommodate his presence. He lowered her more, a little more. She looked down to see exactly what he was doing.

  His massive erection twitched upwards, straining high, and slowly he continued lowering her onto it. The way things were going, in only a few more seconds he would have her skewered on his thick and throbbing cock.

  He stopped when the head of his cock bounced against the folds of her pussy.

  "I need," he said. "You need?"

  Alena bit her lower lip and nodded, afraid that if she said anything she would change her mind. This was it, though! No more playing with men, teasing them with her hands and her mouth. This was a real man, a beast of one, who was going to fuck her properly. He was going to fill her up like she dreamed of before and...

  And then he did it. Alena cried out in shock at the feeling of him inside her. He wasn't even all the way in! Fuck... it hurt, but...

  Everett smiled at her. "Slow," he said.

  Alena nodded, but couldn't think much more. She closed her eyes and let herself feel everything, not worrying about seeing it. He slid her down his shaft a little more, further, pushing past any resistance and grinding himself into her. Alena whimpered. It was painful, but it felt so good, too. Was this how it always felt?

  No, she learned. Or at least, the pain wasn't constant. Everett held her against the tree while she kept her legs wrapped around his waist and pulled his throbbing shaft out of her. Slowly still, but faster than before, he filled her back up. Out, then in again, and faster still. Alena bit her lip and let out a moan.

  "More," she said. "I want it faster."

  Everett grinned. He leaned in and nipped at the side of her neck with his teeth, then licked her throat. Alena shuddered, feeling weak in the knees and helpless. Because, what could she do, anyways? Here was this beast, his cock digging deep inside of her, doing what he wished with her body, licking her like some piece of meat. Gods, that idea aroused something primal in her. It helped that the beast wasn't actually too beastly. He was... caring? Caring but forceful. Urgent and needy, but patient.

  This time when he thrust into her, he pushed her up. She gasped, feeling him slamming into her sex. He grinned and she felt his warm breath on her face. Instinctively, not even sure why she did it, she craned her neck forward and sought out his lips. She found them with her own and kissed them, kissed him over and over.

  The beast hesitated for a second, unsure. Had she done something wrong? Oh, gods, she didn't want to ruin this. But, no, he kissed her back after. The bristles of hair covering his face tickled, felt nice, soft, as he kissed her back. She pressed her lips hard against his own, letting her tongue lick him, too. The beast thrust into her harder now, treating her less like a gentle doll and more like a fuck toy. She squeaked every time he slammed into her, but she kept kissing him.

  Her tongue snaked into his mouth, playing with his. He let her, and they swirled together in a mix of unexplainable sensation. There was something about him, his mouth, his everything, that was more animalistic and raw. She'd kissed before, but not like this. It was like his mouth wanted to dominate her, but she was fighting against it in a wild game of control. She wasn't sure if she was winning or losing, and didn't really care because it felt so good, so exciting.

  Alena didn't quite know what she was supposed to do, but her body understood the gist of it. She squeezed against his intrusion, the pressure of his cock pressing against her sexual tunnel and coaxing her into doing it unbidden, and the beast let out a growl. Oh, so he liked that? Well, fuck, she liked it, too. She squeezed again, clenching hard onto him. It was like a game of tug of war, almost; a power struggle. Could he force his cock past her sexual defenses? The better question was: did she even have a chance of stopping him from pounding his cock into her?

  Why the hell would she want to do that in the first place?

  It didn't matter, she soon figured out. His rhythm echoed through her and she was powerless to stop it. More, again, pounding, further. It had started happening awhile ago, but she couldn't quite explain it yet, though she knew it now. All of a sudden, like some abrupt fire, she realized an orgasm was upon her. It felt entirely like, and unlike, every one of her previous orgasms. When it happened, she knew it immediately, but before it had just seemed like a pleasant, building tingle. Odd, strange, but what the heck, of course sex would feel good. That was the whole point! And obviously it would feel differently now. Being brought to orgasm with a massive cock stuffed into her tight slit wouldn't feel the same as a climax without one.

  Still, she wasn't fully prepared for this. She screamed out her lust, praising the beast's prowess. "Fucking, yessss... fuck!" Verbal eloquence was something she currently lacked.

  Her body thrashed, wanting to explode, but the beast kept her in check. He held her so she didn't fall, and kept pounding into her, prolonging her orgasm. She held onto him, wrapped her arms around his back as best she could and pulled herself towards him. He removed her from the back of the tree and held her ass in his hands, bucking his hips up to stuff her full with his cock. Alena screamed out loud again, forgetting they were ever kissing. Her mouth sucked at his neck and for some reason, like he had, she licked frantically at his throat.

  When she came down from her climax, she felt wonderful. He thrust into her still, but a little slower now, letting her relax. Her breathing grew hard and heavy, fast, and she wondered if he wanted to do it again. Could he? He didn't seem ready to stop, so she thought maybe.

  "I need," h
e said in her ear.

  She nodded fast. "You can. You can cum in me, alright? It's alright. I want you."

  The beast walked with her, holding her on his cock as he did. He brought her towards a patch of grass nearby. Thrusting hard into her a few more times while holding her aloft, he then crouched down and lowered her to the grass. Once her back touched the ground, he loomed over her and kissed her hard on the mouth. Needy, desperate for more, she kissed him back.

  This time there was no slowness, no consideration, only fucking. That was fine by Alena, though. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him towards her as he pushed deep into her. One, two, a hundred times, she didn't know and lost count after ten thrusts. More, pleasure, yes, a constant singing trill, but not enough for another orgasm. She didn't know if she could again, after having already cum twice—once from him and once from herself—but she didn't care. He felt so wonderful inside of her, so perfect and right.

  And then he howled. He slammed hard into her and stopped, stuffing her completely. The noise boomed out of him, just like that. Alena shivered at the sound of it, basking in his warmth and dominance.

  It felt nothing like how she imagined. There was no way to understand how this would feel without feeling it, and she felt a little silly for trying to understand it before. Feeling it now, though... it amazed her. Everett's cock twitched, pulsed, and shifted, squirming to move farther into her. His seed erupted out of his cockhead and flooded into her. Warm, so warm, and wonderfully satisfying. She wanted more, and the beast was happy to oblige.

  As he came, his cream spreading inside her, he ground his hips against her and shoved his cock as far into her as he could. His feet dug into the ground, pushing, and he inadvertently sent them both sliding across the grass. Only an inch or so every few seconds, but it was a curious feeling. Alena watched him, felt him inside of her, filling her, sliding her on the grass and... and breeding with her, mating, impregnating her? Could he, could they? She didn't know, but she found the idea horrifying and erotic. She wanted him so badly.