Haley Thistle
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Cursed Creatures: Chapter One
🕑 Added 2021-09-17 22:00:03 +0000 UTCI'm doing an experiment. I'm posting this old story of mine here and hoping to see what the masses think. I'd like to fix it, retool it, and edit so perhaps, maybe, I can publish it in hopes of making some money. Would love to hear all thoughts, opinions, and comments on what's to come. Thanks so much!
Once upon a time there was a powerful wizard who had discovered the secret to eternal youth. He had also learned that this magic was not meant for man. His greatest discovery was also his greatest regret. Yet he found a way to live his endless life in peace and happiness. Using his vast knowledge and magic talents he was able to help people all across the world.
He was well loved all over, and yet the great wizard found himself growing more and more lonely. For him, mortal life was a blink of the eye now, and while he loved those whom he met along his many journeys he also mourned them. He knew he would lose them all too soon.
Despite his knowledge of this pain, his heart reached out and one day he met a beautiful woman who took his heart and held it dear. The great wizard fell in love. And because he so loved her he shared with her the secret of his life. She agreed to remain by his side, the two of them serving the world with their magic and indisposable knowledge.
For the longest while the wizard was truly happy. He had a family, a great love he never expected to have. His magic grew because of this and the world became a gentle and tranquil place. For the first time in his long life he felt like he could stand still. He felt like a tree that finally had roots planted deep within the earth. His many branches reached far and wide, and he knew his magic would always be there when people needed it. Some say that all the witches and wizards in the world are all related to this great wizard.
The wizard and his beloved wife decided to settle in the land that had once been his birthplace. While it had changed and grown considerably he could still sense in it the same air he had breathed when he first entered the world.
Time passed for the first time slowly, and he relished in these peaceful days. Unfortunately, these times were quickly coming to an end.
Tales told of a great evil rising up, and while the powerful wizard fought as hard as he could he could not stand against it. The great wizard vanished, and while his branches remained for as long as they could they all fell as time passed.
Evil came back into the world, and slowly the peaceful age the wizard had brought was all but forgotten. It was all a fairy tale that mothers told their children at night. Something hopeful in dark hours. Someone who was out there who stood for them and would always watch over them with gentle eyes whenever the darkness seemed to close.
These were the stories that two young girls grew up listening to. Told to them in gentle voices that made them feel warm and safe no matter what lay outside their door. They grew up, both wishing and dreaming the same things, comfort and happiness and strength for their families. Their heads filled with fairy tales and the idea that some great wizard had laid the path for them. Never knowing the other from the moment they were born,and never knowing their steps were bringing them closer and closer together to make them more sisters than strangers.
There was a small village just at the edge of a great forest. It had been a peaceful place, a place where merchants raised their families and to escape the sea for once. A safe trail cut through the woods, bringing them to the ocean where people could make themselves rich and comfortable.
Then a great shadow was cast over the entire village, and a sense of dread permeated every soul there. A great and dark castle was suddenly there on the outskirts of the town as if it had existed all this time, yet no one could remember when or where.
Those who visited the castle in search of answers came back screaming and sounding stark mad as they tried to describe what they had seen. They screamed in manic voices that the master of the castle was a great and monstrous man. A creature they had never seen before. It was then, that the shadow the castle cast grew darker as rumors and stories spread.
The village suffered that year, stress and shadows taking its toll upon the once happy land. The soil bared little crop. New children were not born. Those who were once healthy fell ill and the darkness grew, twisting and tangling the village until they could not escape.
That winter when all things seemed lost the master of the castle brought in the things the village needed. The people wanted to celebrate and so they went to the castle and asked for the master inside what they could do to repay him. That's when he showed what he had been waiting on all along, and his decree froze the village still.
"A beautiful young girl delivered to me each year is what I ask," the voice growled from deep within the shadowed walls. "Fair and sweet, it matters not who or where she came. I simply ask that she be the age to wed and that she be beautiful."
Of course, at first, this monster was fought. The village denied his demands and returned to their lives. They refused to be scared by some strange presence.
It was soon thought that his threats were not empty. A sickness took hold of the village, young and old alike began to die off. Many suffered from failed business and trade. The oceans became fierce for the merchants in the village alone. Lives were being ruined as quickly as the castle had appeared.
It was decided shortly the sacrifices would be offered. A young maiden would be selected and her family who was given enough gold to keep them comfortable for the ends of their days. Once the girl disappeared within the walls of the castle almost immediately did the village's suffering end. The sick became well. Those in debt were suddenly wealthy. Those thought lost at sea suddenly returned home. It was a miracle. And it was a bitter lesson the village did not soon forget.
Each year a girl was given and each year the town was spared. This year the sacrifice was a girl named Belle who was thought to be one of the loveliest girls in the village. With her beauty, she was also smart and had been a beloved teacher to the children.
The heartbreak that permeated the village when her name was announced could be felt. Yet, when all eyes were upon her Belle did not waver. In fact, the girl smiled. She said she hated the pain that she would leave behind but she was happy to be able to serve the village she loved so greatly.
She went home and cried there. She became buried in the arms of her three loving sisters who vowed not to let go.
"Why did it have to be Belle?" The third eldest sister sobbed heavily. "Why couldn't it have been me?"
"Do not trade yourself, Snow," Belle coaxed gently. "You three are safe now. Your names will be removed from further reapings. Plus, you'll get enough gold that you'll live peacefully forever."
"I don't want gold, I want you!" Snow thrashed about angrily like a child.
"I can kill the monster," Rose, the second oldest, snarled. "I'll gather guns from the east and use them to kill him."
"Rose please," Belle smiled up at her. "Mama wouldn't want you to do such a thing."
It was then Rose broke down, screaming into her palms.
Pearl, the eldest sister finished brewing the tea and she began pouring four cups. "We all knew this day would come. If not for Belle then for one of us."
"I know!" Rose stood up in a flash, her eyes bloodshot and nose snotty. "But-"
Pearl gave her a look that made her silent again.
Snow was latched onto Belle, her arms locked and unmoving. "Belle is too young. Why can the monster not take the old?"
"Hush now," Belle stroked her sister's cheek. "It won't be so bad. I'll make sure...whatever magic makes this sacrifice necessary, I'll make sure it works on Pearl's garden first. She'll grow such strong and beautiful herbs that witches and wizards from the world over will seek her out."
"Stop speaking as if you're already gone!" Pearl shouted.
Belle bit her tongue and she sniffled. "I'm sorry Pearl but...but..."
Pearl fell onto the bed with her and joined Snow in locking her arms around their baby sister.
"There has to be a way," Rose sniffled, rubbing her eyes hard to stop herself from crying. She had to remain so strong, always. "We have magic! Maybe there is something we can do!"
"I am a healer," Pearl started softly. "And we have no way of knowing if you magic over memory would work on this monster." She wiped away Belle's tears. "Poor Snow and Belle took after father and did not receive mama's magic."
Rose screamed and fought with herself to throw and break things.
"I won't be afraid when the time comes," Belle murmured. "I know I cannot fight, so I will not hope."
"Belle!" Snow sobbed.
"The tea is ready," Pearl murmured. "We should drink it then go to bed."
"That sounds lovely," Belle was the first to stand and take one of the warm cups into her hands. "Let's make these days last."
The days were too swift, and soon Belle found herself approaching the castle gates. Pearl's hand was held tightly in her own as they watched the doors open up for them.
Pearl squeezed tighter on her fingers. "I will love you forever," she whispered.
"And I will love you always," Belle whispered back, her voice cracking.
Although, Belle had resolved not to go down without a fight. She knew though if she tried to fight and flee it could mean terror for the kingdom and her family. Instead, she had a plan, a plan to stay alive as long as possible within the walls of the Beast's castle.
She had prepared herself, practicing daily for what was to come and steeling her resolve. There was no backing down now, she was chosen and running away was a fate worse than death.
The fear that bubbled up inside her was that she knew not what the Beast had in store for her. Very few had seen the Beast, and not many had lived to tell of it. She had heard he was cursed in appearance and was something horrible to look at, hence why the village called him the beast. She was told he was also violent, cruel and selfish. No wonder he only took beautiful girls as sacrifices.
Belle's sister placed her on the offering stone, then cupped Belle's cheeks in her palms. They were both trembling.
"You be strong now, Belle," Pearl whispered lovingly, holding her tears back. "You be strong. But-" she was finally cracking. "If...if you can't take it anymore...no one will blame you."
Belle nodded, kissing her sister and holding her fast. "I know Pearl. I love you so much."
There was a loud ringing of bells and Pearl cried hard onto Belle's shoulder then forced herself away. "I have to go," she sobbed.
"Hurry," Belle urged. "Please hurry."
Pearl turned and left, her hands on her face as she sobbed bitterly.
Belle watched as her sister left, standing there in wait for her end. She turned away from the closing gates to look up at the cold doors and stone of the palace. She had only one option at this point before the Beast came out and if she didn't do it now she'd surely die.
Belle took off her robe then undid her dress and let it drop around her feet. She undid the tight braid wrapped around her head and let the beautiful auburn waves flow freely around her face and shoulders. She trembled, feeling not the cold or the breeze. She was far too afraid for that. She smoothed her hands down her bare body and felt as her breath shuddered from her. She stood, back straight, shoulders squared. If the Beast wanted her body then he could have it one way or another.
Finally, the doors began creaking open. Belle held her breath and she clenched her fists tight. A figure came out, draped in a dark hooded robe. He stepped out onto the top of the stairs and looked down at Belle and she met his stare back with ferocity.
"Why have you removed your clothes?" His voice was dark and deep, like that of the devil. His eyes flashed gold under the shadowed hood.
Belle's mouth and throat went dry. "I wanted to make you an offer."
The Beast sniffed loudly, his head tilting to the side as he stared her down. "You are in no position to barter, girl," he sneered at her.
Belle took her hand, running it down her chest, between her full breasts, and to her stomach, just stopping shortly between her legs. "I offer you my body in trade for my life."
"I already have your body," the Beast growled lowly as he got on all fours, climbing down the palace stairs, his tail whipping behind him.
Belle's breath fluttered. "I mean...sir...I will see to your body, your needs, as much as you want, in trade of my life."
The Beast raised up before her on his hind legs again, towering high above her. Belle didn't falter, only her breath caught once or twice as she felt his gaze from under the shadowed hood.
"You...would lay with me?" The Beast's voice vibrated the air around them. A clawed hand reached out and stroked the soft waves away from Belle's chest and shoulder. Her eyes followed the monstrous sight, black, sharp claws, dark scales.
"Ah," the small terrified noise escaped before she could stop it. "Yes!" She quickly covered, nearly panting. "Yes, I would lay with you!"
He reached up and Belle feared for a moment he meant to strike her. Instead, he removed the hood from his head.
Belle's eyes widened as she saw what was hidden beneath. His appearance was as strange and monstrous as the rumors in the village told. Two great horns jutted from the front of his head, deep blood red in color. The sides and back of his head were covered in fin-like scales to match the horns, and black spikes jutted from their tips. His face was dark gray, his eyes sharp, his nose a flattened at the top and rounded to the nostrils that flared slightly. His eyes were as bright as gold, and glowing like embers upon her. His lips, dark black things, parted slightly to reveal the sharp, glistening teeth beneath. His black tongue darted out, licking his chops.
He was not what Belle had expected. While the beast before he was a frightening sight, she had thought worse in her head. A slug monster, or a creature made of eyes. Perhaps she could find beauty in this.
His hand came down and Belle couldn't help but notice the size of it. The same red scales on the back, the pad of his hand black and smooth as it grasped at her. His skin was cold, surprisingly soft. Belle shivered as he touched her cheek, her neck.
Belle looked back at his eyes. "I would, sir, I would see to your every need." She was surprised when tears came to her eyes. "Just please...do not kill me."
The Beast put his hand atop Belle's head, startling her and forcing more frightened tears to pour forth. He pushed Belle down, making her fall to her knees. With one hand the Beast gathered Belle's wrists in one hand and held them above her head. With the other hand he removed his leggings and produced his cock to Belle. It sprang forth, quivering to life as Belle looked at it.
"Then show me here." The Beast growled, sounding somewhat angry, extremely hungry. He pressed the firming shaft to Belle's lips. "Use your mouth to prove it to me."
Belle licked her lips, gently brushing against the head of the Beast's cock. She kissed at it, slowly. The Beast's hand began stroking it to life. It grew and grew into a full erection. Belle hadn't seen many, but she knew the Beast's dick was large by any standards.
Belle wondered if she could take such a thing, anywhere. She had prepared herself, using many of her garden's vegetables to get used to anything the beast could demand from her. But this...this had not been planned for. It was the same dark color as his face, the head slightly darker. It was more pointed than she thought, the lip of it flared out and then smoothed into the underside where there were strange bumpy ridges along the ridge of his cock. The same bumps were also along the top as well.
"At least it was the basic shape," she thought. "My sisters had me concerned it'd be much worse."
She opened her mouth and licked from top to bottom, she wrapped her lips around it sideways and moved her head up and down, up and down, coating it with her saliva. She heard the Beast's low growls above her, heeding them as both good and bad. She pulled back and took the head into her mouth, sucking softly then growing with more force. She was fixing to pull back when the Beast's hips thrust forward, pushing his phallus deeper into her mouth. Belle chocked at first but gained herself, fearing it would anger him. She took as much of him as she could between her lips and moved her head back and forth.
The Beast then released her hands and removed his hands entirely. Belle took her left hand and stroked what her mouth couldn't encompass, with her right she reached down to fondle his balls. The Beast's hand were against the back of her head and Belle couldn't help crying out in fear.
"Shut up!" The Beast roared. "I am not going to harm you until I finish!"
Belle stifled herself and continued with her work, sucking and stroking, licking and squeezing.
The Beast let out a frightening roar and he released himself fully into Belle's mouth. Belle held her breath, afraid and curious as she felt the Beast's hot seed against her tongue. She had never experienced this, and she felt quite proud of herself. She enjoyed feeling him tremble and release for her, because of her.
When he was finished he pulled away and looked down at her, Belle looked up at him and swallowed.
"Did I please you, milord?" Her voice quivered, her jaw sore.
The Beast reached down, picking Belle up by her shoulders he took her over to the stairs, breathing deeply and not saying a word. Belle was frozen, what were his plans with her now? He did say he wouldn't harm her until he was finished.
The Beast laid Belle down on the stairs. "Lie down, be quiet, and do as I tell you."
"I'm so sorry," Belle whispered. "Please let me try again to please you."
The Beast raised his eyes to her and he scowled. "I said be quiet." He bared his fangs to her.
Belle laid back and closed her eyes. This is it, she thought. It didn't work. The Beast's hands were on her knees, he opened her legs. A smooth palm stroked up her leg and down her thigh. Belle screamed as a finger touched her pink lips below. She covered her mouth and stopped breathing. She saw the Beast's head lower and then something hot and wet was licking her beneath. Belle cried out in her throat, trying to keep quiet for him like he had asked.
The Beast's thumb was rubbing her clit slowly, his tongue licking up and down her slit and sometimes poking inside her. Belle was shivering. "Don't be afraid of me, girl." The Beast whispered against her skin. "I'm taking you up on your offer, but just for today. Tomorrow I will eat you for certain."
"Tomorrow?" Belle whimpered as she slowly opened her eyes, looking at the monster between her thighs. His horns rubbed against her belly as his head dipped down. His skin was cool against her when he touched, the sensation not unpleasant.
"For certain. Now don't say anything, but feel free to make any noise you want." His tongue entered inside her again. It was long and rough, but rubbing inside sent chills down Belle's spine. And the way the Beast rubbed her sensitive bud made her breathless.
She was able to look at him more, his bare back was covered in those same red scales. Black spikes going down his back and...she gasped slightly at the sight of his tail. Long and flipping back and forth. She touched his shoulder, feeling hard muscle that reminded her of regular men. "He's so big," she thought, rolling her head onto her shoulder. "Everything about him is monstrous but-" His kisses below made every thought in her head stop. His tongue burying deep, his nose hitting her most sensitive spot.
Belle let out a soft whisper, a gasp of pleasure that made her lips part. She hadn't expected anything to feel so good. She hadn't expected the horrible beast to do anything that would make her feel so wonderful.
The Beast's strokes got harder and he began inserting his fingers into her pussy. Belle let out a cry and reached out, grabbing the Beast's face. Her palms small and warm against his cheeks. He stilled in that moment before returning to his machinations. His touch gentle but driven, rubbing deep inside her and at her most sensitive spot.
"I'm..." she mewled, pleasured. "There," she squeezed around his finger, her insides rippling as she began to cum. "Ah!" She gasped, trembling and shuddering. Finally, the Beast coaxed out of Belle an orgasm and she cried out, gripping onto him and wrapping her legs around his neck.
The Beast rose, picking Belle up and throwing her over his shoulder. "You will sleep tonight. But remember, tomorrow I will really eat you."
Belle swallowed, groggy and hazy from the ecstasy she had just gone through. "I couldn't give you my offer again?"
"No." The Beast growled, his palm slapping her rear soundly. "I don't think so."
Belle had fallen asleep as soon as she was inside the castle, never seeing where the Beast took her. She woke in a soft, warm bed, surrounded by down blankets and pillows. She yawned and stretched, moaning softly as she sat up and looked around.
She had never slept so soundly in her life, even if she was a prisoner and quite possibly a meal. She rubbed her eyes, wondering how long she slept. She touched her lips, along with her jaw they were slightly sore. She smiled, though, remembering how wonderful she had felt.
She pushed back the curtains of her bed and looked out. It was dark still, perhaps the middle of the night. Lights glowed on the walls, but she could tell they were not flames. They were something more magical than that.
She placed her feet on the ice cold floor and thought to herself she should stay in bed and save wandering for tomorrow.
"Well, if I'm alive long enough," she told herself. She was still naked, so she took a blanket with her, wrapping herself up as she looked around the dim room. She was a few steps in when she heard a low growl. She stopped and froze.
Was it him, or was she hearing things?
She took a few more steps and another low growl.
She turned, staring into the shadows of the room. "Are..." she tried to find any sign of him. "Are you there, lord?" She asked. She swallowed, tightening the blanket around her. "I'm quite thirsty."
"Go back to bed," his dark voice growled.
"But I-"
"Do as I command you!" He roared and she was back in the bed in a flash huddled under the covers and trembling.
She so wanted to be brave, wanted to be able to use her body to subdue him like she read in some of the naughty books her sisters' kept. She felt so foolish. She was just some girl. She was no one brave or powerful. She could barely kill a mouse to save their food.
The curtains around her bed opened and the blankets were pulled away from her. She whimpered then felt something cold against her lips.
Looking up she saw a large goblet and she took hold, feeling the Beast's claws around it. His scales were silky, glossy on the back of his hand. It was almost like touching the beautiful gems her mother used to wear.
She drank, the water inside cool and delicious. "Mnh," she moaned gently as she drank.
The Beast pulled the goblet away and set aside then pushed Belle onto her back with his palm planted firmly on her chest.
Belle wrapped her hands around his wrist. She had always liked big hands with gnarled knuckles. Her sisters had told her those were dirty, dark thoughts but giggled in agreement.
"Stay in bed," the Beast growled at her.
"You-" Belle started, her voice growing strong. She gripped his wrist, moving his palm to cover one of her breasts, although, his palm could easily cover her entire chest easily. "You're so cold." She mewled.
He growled, glaring down at her as she moved him so easily. Her breast was soft and full, pushing back against his palm as if begging for affection.
"What makes you think your small body could ever please a creature like me?" He growled.
Belle swallowed, "I wasn't sure I would." She pulled his hand up slightly, taking his thumb and kissing it, her tongue darting out and licking the pad.
Beast growled, removing his hand away from her. "Let me look at you."
Belle nodded, moving her hands away from her body and presenting herself to him. Her breasts full, her body soft and inviting. Her thighs thick, something she had always been self-conscious about.
"Were you pleased by me?" He snarled. "An ugly, vile creature between your legs causing you to gasp so happily, must bother you."
Belle shook her head. "It was the best sensation I have ever felt. I should repay you, lord, for making me so happy."
He sniffed, freezing as she said this. "Liar," he yanked her legs up by her ankles and then slapped her ass hard causing her to yelp in pain. "Do not dare lie to me!" He roared angrily.
"I'm not lying to you, my lord!" She cried, trembling. "I have never felt such pleasure before!"
Another slap and another cry. "You better stop trying to make yourself look and sound so pretty." He snarled, baring down upon her. "Or I'll chap this soft little ass good."
Belle shook her head. "Please believe me when I say," she gasped, shuddering and sniffling. "You made me see lights."
He growled, rubbing her sore bottom gently. Belle whimpered, expecting another harsh slap, but the cool palm on the hot spank marks felt nice.
"It was as if you knew me better than I knew myself," she continued softly. She slowly reached out, touching his arm, touching gemstone again. "I wouldn't lie to you, lord."
He growled, laying her legs back down. "I suppose you wouldn't, girl."
Belle slowly sat up, reaching for him ."Belle," she pant.
"What?"
"That's my name," She pet her hand up his chest, finding his shoulder and neck. Her hand pet along his jaw, rubbing and stroking. There were spines in the fins along his jaw and cheek. Every inch of him a new sensation to touch. "But...I suppose you can call me whatever it is you desire."
The beast snatched her wrist, holding it tightly. "I will call you whore and you will give thanks." He scoffed, "or meal, whichever I feel like come morning."
She nodded. "Yes lord," she bit her lip.
He pushed her down again. "You should sleep, for whatever I decide to call you then." He stood up and snapped the curtains shut around the bed again.
Belle sighed softly, covering her hands over her heart as it threatened to break her ribs. "Aside from the spanking, he didn't harm you." She slowly pulled the blankets around her again. "Be grateful you have the night."
She thought about his large, strong hand. It could have snapped her in two with its strength, torn her to shreds with those terrifying claws. She bit her lip again, thinking how odd his body was. But at the same time, she found it beautiful. His scales glossy like gemstones. But the gray area of his face and chest felt soft and dewy like a puppy's tummy. She felt her heart hammer again. He could be gentle, just as he was harsh. She could see that in his glowing eyes alone. But she wanted to know more, and it was that though that troubled her sleep.
Comments
Jennifer Lynn Bolan
This is actually amazing! I love this!! I wonder if the beast is the old wizard.
