Beauty and Two Beasts: MMF Bisexual Romance

by A. Anders

  “Did you love him, Belle?” The Prince continued.

  “For a moment, I did.” She lowered her eyes. “At least I thought I did.”

  “And now?” The Prince pressed on.

  Belle felt warm all over. Her heart was racing. Images of the Captain was flashing through her mind. She remembered what he looked like as he lay with her by the stream. She remembered the image of him standing before her naked moment ago.

  The Captain had saved her life and nursed her back to health. She couldn’t deny that she still felt something for the Captain. At the same time, she couldn’t allow the Prince to believe that she had rejected the Captain because of his past relationship with the Prince.

  Belle felt the pressure on her bubbling. She felt like she was going to crack. Without thinking, she suddenly threw herself onto the Captain’s strong body pressed her lips on his. She kissed him and the Captain obliged.

  Wrapping his arms around her, he clutched the back of her neck and pried her lips apart. His tongue entered her mouth in search of hers. As they twirled and danced like they once had, Belle became lightheaded quickly feeling lost.

  Belle placed her hands on the Captain’s chest and pushed him away. It took all of her strength to do so. It wasn’t his strength that held them together, it was his allure. In the moment of their kiss, Belle realized that she hadn’t lost the feelings she had for the Captain. They were still there simply waiting to be reawakened.

  Embarrassed by what she had just done, Belle looked down and touched her lips. They felt warm. How would she be able to explain to the Prince that the Captain’s kiss meant nothing to her when he had witnessed its passion?

  “I don’t understand,” the Prince said taken aback.

  Belle didn’t give the Prince a chance to retreat. Without thinking, she stepped in front of the Prince, threw her arms around his neck and pulled his lips to hers. Belle’s body lit up as she and the Prince kissed. His touch was like a drug.

  After he parted her lips, she found that their tongues moved differently. The Prince’s touch made her face feel like it was on fire. Sinking further into a lust that she couldn’t control, she pulled herself even tighter to him only relenting when the Prince pushed her way.

  “I’m sorry,” Belle quickly said. She looked up at the two men who looked down at her shocked. To see both men’s faces was too much for Belle. Overwhelmed, her mind shut off. Throwing her body once again against Captain Bernard’s, Belle moved her lips to his while slipping her hand into the folds of his robe.

  This set both of the men’s sexual fire aflame. Sure not to touch Captain Bernard, Prince Renaud grabbed Belle by the waist and kissed her on her neck. Belle melted.

  The Prince pushed one of his hands across her body and grabbed her breast. As he squeezed, Belle moaned. With both men pressed tightly against either side of her body, she was in heaven. And when Prince Renaud whispered, “your bedroom,” into her ear, Belle could feel the flesh between her legs clench.

  With her old bedroom only a few steps away, Belle pulled herself free from the two, grabbed their hands and led them within. Letting them go, Belle faced them sitting on the bed. Both men stared at her wantonly. She wanted them both.

  Prince Renaud was the first to make a move. Stepping to her, the Prince leaned her back kissing her while wrapping his arms around her back. He was unbuttoning her dress. It came off quickly. And pushing her camisole over her head, he lowered his lips to her breast taking her erect nipple into his mouth.

  “Ahhh,” Belle gasped with pleasure

  Accounting for both of the Prince’s hands, Belle soon felt another. There was someone tugging at her dress. It was Captain Bernard. Lifting her hips, Belle let him slide it off of her. Quickly, she was naked.

  Spreading her legs hoping someone would oblige, she wasn’t disappointed. Whether it was the Prince’s hand or the Captain’s, she wasn’t sure. What she was sure of was that someone had found the button between her swollen flesh. They were rubbing it in circles and the feeling was driving her wild.

  Sliding further up the bed, both men followed. She pulled at the Prince’s shirt. “Take it off,” she whispered. He did what she asked. Belle marveled at the built, hairless chest perched above her.

  Soon again hands were all over her. There was a hand on the inside of her thigh as well as on her breast. Fingers were still massaging her button. More touched her stomach’s tender flesh. Belle couldn’t imagine being more stimulated than this, but when the Captain dropped his robe and worked his way between her legs, Belle understood heightened level of sensation.

  Brushing the Prince aside, the Captain took Bell’s waist between his large hands and lifted her pelvis. She looked down at his thick manhood as it touched the folds of her flesh. She wanted him inside of her so badly that she ached.

  Vulnerably looking up into the Prince’s eyes, she reached for him tugging gently on the waist of his pants. She wanted him to join them naked. She wanted the Prince to be closer to her. She wasn’t sure what she wanted but watching the Prince undress, she liked what she saw.

  The Captain entered Belle and the size of him made her squeal. He entered gently yet forcefully and Belle’s young body froze as the Captain inched his way inside of her. Belle could barely move. Her breathing quickened. With his large hands around her waist, he withdrew himself almost as slowly as he entered. For Belle, the sensation was glorious.

  Knowing that only one thing could make what was happening better, Belle turned to the Prince calling him closer. As soon as he was within arm’s length, Belle reached out and touched the Prince’s rigid cock. This was the first time she had held one in her hand. She hadn’t imagined it feeling like this. It was strong and powerful. She wanted to kiss it. Pulling it towards her mouth, the Prince moved towards her not stopping until the tip of him was pushing against her lips.

  Unsure of what she was supposed to do, Belle opened her mouth allowing the Prince’s cock to slide in. Holding his cock at its base, she moved her tongue around it. She loved the feeling of the Prince in her mouth. As she sucked on it, the Captain sped up his pace thrusting himself deeper into Belle.

  Releasing one of his hands from her waist, Captain Bernard pressed his thumb against Belle’s yearning button. Belle yelped. All of this was more than Belle could have dreamed of. She didn’t know that such pleasure was possible. It didn’t take long before a prickly pulse was crawling up the inside of her leg and settling in the center of her sex.

  Removing the Prince’s cock from her mouth, she stroked it as her moans grew. The Captain was carrying her away. Falling further under his spell, she was having a hard time breathing. Gripping tightly onto the Prince and clenching her toes, she spiraled with pleasure.

  “Ahhh,” she groaned feeling as though something in her was about to pop.

  Unable to hold on, Belle exploded into an avalanche of pleasure. Unsure if she could take any more, she reached down and stopped the Captain. He complied. As Belle caught her breath she heard the Prince say, “my turn.” The sultry way in which he said it ensured that Belle wouldn’t need to rest for very long.

  The Prince pulled away from her and Belle took the opportunity to relax. The Captain was still hard and easing his way out of her. When the last of him was free, Belle winced. When she saw the Captain exchange places with the Prince, she wasn’t sure if she was ready. She wanted to be, though. So when he rolled her onto her shoulders and climbed on her, she reached out and touched his beautiful chest.

  The Prince, parking his stiff manhood between her thighs, leaned over and gave her a kiss. She closed her eyes allowing their two tongues to dance. She loved every bit of it. Wrapping her legs around his back he strummed her button like a violin. She was immediately ready for him to enter her. He did just that. Wanting to feel him penetrate her, she squeezed her legs drawing him deeper.

  As the Prince stopped her, Belle let her mind free. She moved her hand to his shoulder and squeezed it. With the other, she pushed her fingers thr
ough his hair. All of this felt so good to Belle. Deciding that she needed to see what the Captain was doing, she opened her eyes. Immediately spotting the Captain, Belle stared shocked.

  The Prince wasn’t the only person above her, the Captain was as well. He wasn’t quite as close as the Prince but he was getting closer.

  What was he doing? Belle wondered. Was the Prince going to let him do it? The idea of it turned Belle on more than she could ever have imagined. Being witness to this was like being a part of a secret that no one else in the world knew.

  Belle glanced at the Prince as the Captain continued to get closer. Bernard rested his hand on the Prince’s ass. Renaud didn’t recoil. Squeezing it, Bernard maneuvered his thick cock placing it between the Prince’s firm ass cheeks. Belle couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She felt her orgasm quickened as she watched.

  When the Captain pushed himself into the Prince, Renaud whipped his head back. Belle was sure that this would be the time when the Prince would pull away. He didn’t. The Prince continued to fuck her as Bernard entered him.

  Soon the sound of slapping flesh was echoing through the room. Unable to hold it back, Belle spiraled into orgasm. Screaming louder than she ever had, the two men started to groan losing themselves in each other’s touch.

  The Prince was the next one to explode. He moaned wildly as he did. Belle was sure that he was louder than he had been when the two of them were alone. That’s when she realized that the Captain hadn’t stolen his way into the Prince’s ass. The Prince had let him in. And with Bernard fucking the Prince harder and harder the Captain was the last to moan.

  Groaning in pleasurable exhaustion, the Captain collapse onto the Prince causing the Prince to collapse onto Belle. With the two men lying on top of her, Belle felt swallowed by their body heat. She could still feel her hungry flesh pulsing. She had no idea that watching the two men together could arouse her so much. It was more incredible than being with either of the men she cared about alone.

  Belle could have remained in the pile of hot flesh forever. She knew where it was that she wanted to be. The Prince seemed to have other plans. Quickly shifting his body and prying himself out, the Prince peeled himself from between the two and worked his way out of bed. Belle didn’t want to speak but knew she had to.

  “Where are you going?” She asked softly.

  The Prince didn’t reply. Reaching for his pants he got dressed and left the room. Belle, who desperately wanted to stay in bed, fought her desire and sat up.

  “What’s going on?” The Captain asked as he reached out holding Belle.

  “I have to talk to the Prince,” She told him.

  “Should I come with you?”

  “I don’t think so. Maybe you should wake up. It’s getting close to morning.”

  The Captain looked at her strangely. “Wake up? What are you talking about? I am awake. I’m laying here talking to you.”

  Belle looked at the Captain sympathetically. “No, you’re not.”

  In that instance, Captain Bernard disappeared.

  Free to do what she needed to, Belle got dressed and then followed the Prince out.

  “Prince Renaud?” Belle called out. “Prince Renaud, where are you?”

  Belle didn’t get an answer but there was something inside of her telling her where to go. She followed the hallway eventually arriving at the stairs. Taking them to the first floor, she entered the main entrance way. Seeing the front door was open, she went outside and followed his tracks in the snow.

  When Belle found the Prince he was standing in front of the rosebush bareback.

  “Aren’t you cold?” Belle asked him

  “Cold? Do you think that any of this is real? Tell me, you aren’t wearing a jacket and there’s snow on the ground. Are you cold?”

  Belle thought for a moment. He was right. She wasn’t cold at all. Perhaps nothing that was happening was real.

  “Do you know what I think about when I come here?” the Prince asked. I think about how different my life would’ve been if I had never met Bernard. Would I have turned into the Beast anyway? Was I destined to become the animal that I became?”

  Belle wrapped her arms around Renaud pressing her cheek against his back.

  “I often wonder what my life would have been like if I hadn’t met Trudeau when I did. Perhaps I wouldn’t have been shunned by the village. Perhaps I could have had a normal life. Perhaps he would still be alive and I might have met him later.

  “Life is filled with so many what ifs and maybes,” Belle continued. “But there’s no way to go back and change things. We are the people we are because of all of the experiences that we’ve had. The only way life moves is forward.”

  The Prince remained silent staring at the rosebush. “The last bloom is almost full,” he told her.

  Belle let go of him and stood by his side. “You’re right. At any moment the curse will become permanent. What are you going to do? Do you think you could ever love the Beast?”

  The Prince stared at the final rose considering what Belle had said. All he had to do was love the part of himself that he had always hated. Could he do it? Could he free himself and everyone in the castle?

  The Prince didn’t know but as he thought about it, he felt a tingle within him which caused the roses on the bush to sway.

  “What was that?” Belle asked unsure of what she saw.

  “I don’t know,” the Prince told her. “But it feels like something has changed.”

  Chapter 21

  Belle’s father woke up in this house alone. Getting out of bed he walked to the kitchen where he prepared himself breakfast. Eating it by himself he considered the things that he had to get done today. The only thing on the list was finishing the clock he was working on. He was going to add a little girl to the mechanism that popped out every hour.

  It was then that Belle’s father froze. As if hit by a wave he suddenly felt the overwhelming feeling that he had forgotten something. He looked around the room confused. There didn’t seem to be anything missing. All of his things were right where he had left it. He wasn’t running low on supplies. And as much as he wracked his brain, he couldn’t remember any appointment that he had made.

  Belle’s father tried to go about his day by pushing the feeling aside. It didn’t work. There was something that he had forgotten about. There was a voice inside of him that told him that it was important. If it was that important, then how could it slip his mind? He wondered.

  Trying time and again to get to work, Belle’s father determined that he couldn’t. Deciding instead to get out and walk around, he set his work aside and got dressed. Stepping outside he looked around. Whereas the streets were usually bustling with people at this hour, today everyone was moving unsurely as if they were distracted.

  Stepping onto the cobblestone street, a woman approached him.

  “I’m sorry,” she said. “I feel like I have forgotten something. Was there something that I promised you that I can’t remember now?”

  Belle’s father looked at her thinking. “To be honest, I can’t remember. But you’re right. I feel that I have forgotten something too. It feels important.”

  “Yes,” the woman agreed. “It feels important. But what is it?”

  Belle’s father looked at the woman helplessly. “I don’t know.”

  After both promised the other that they would remind each other if either of them remembered, Belle’s father walked on. This was all very disturbing to him. He was never known to have a great memory, but there was never something that ate at him so much.

  After disappointing conversations with a few other passersby, Belle’s father became frustrated. It was still very early, and he was never one to do this, but he needed a drink.

  Heading to the tavern he was surprised to find that others had had a similar thought. The bar was filling up fast and everyone in there had the same look on their face. They looked like they had forgotten something and they were just waiting for the spark
that would bring back the memory.

  “What can I get you, François?” The bartender asked Belle’s father.

  Joining the bartender at the bar, François leaned forward and spoke quietly. “Actually, I know it’s early, but I would love an ale.”

  “There is no reason to be embarrassed about that. That seems to be what everyone’s ordering. It has been the darndest thing. It is like everyone is either trying to remember something or trying to forget that they have forgotten something,” the bartender said.

  “So, you’re saying that everyone here feels like they have forgotten something?”

  “Seems to be.”

  “Then, don’t you see? It can’t be a coincidence,” Belle’s father told the bartender. Just then François turned around. “Everyone. Everyone, please,” he said trying to capture their attention. All eyes shifted to François.