Re: Beauty and the Beastcicada_nymphMarch 9 2013, 08:09:40 UTC
Until her hand slipped under the ruffled edge of her underthings, and he saw her fingers move under the thin, damp white fabric. She gasped and her head fell back. Growing impatient, Belle withdrew her hand and pushed the undergarments down and off her feet, movements frantic. Her fingers glistened in the light falling through the window. Instead of returning to her position on her back, she hesitated and settled on all fours. Her movements were slow. The Beast wondered if this wasn’t a position she normally pleasured herself in. Her thighs trembled as her hand hovered between her thighs, and she bit her lip again-the Beast panted once at the sight-before stroking her glistening cleft with one finger. She moaned. The Beast moaned. She swirled her fingers in her folds, soaking her hand before one finger disappeared inside.
The Beast trembled and nearly lost hold of the mirror.
“Oohhh…” Her moan was soft and involuntary, and she bit her lip again immediately to stop the sound. Another finger slid in alongside the first, and her folds stretched around the intrusion, slick and easy. The Beast growled, imagining how much more stretched she would be around two of his own fingers, how she would moan under his meaty paws, how he would make her give them to him, her sounds of pleasure, rather than teasing him with her infuriatingly bitten lower lip. Better yet, he would make her read to him from one of her beloved books while he stretched her with his fingers, rewarding her for sharing both of her pleasures with him simultaneously.
He gasped, breath shallow, and knew his thoughts were shameful, and his actions moreso. He was hot from head to toe, and he throbbed, heavily aroused. He almost made the decision to put the mirror down when she slipped a third finger into herself and pushed all three in hard. Her voice quivered when she moaned and said, “Y-yes, please, oh please… B-beast…”
The Beast cursed and palmed himself, dropping the mirror. He unbuttoned his trousers and pushed them down roughly, wrapping his paw around his straining flesh. He nearly unbalanced himself when he used the hand he’d been leaning on to flip the mirror right-side up. Belle was still on all fours, fingers thrusting and fluttering in her cunt, skin flushed, expression focused and euphoric. She rode her fingers, her palm flush to her clit, and panted. The Beast imagined the much louder noises she’d make, begging for him to mount her, to fuck her hard and without restraint. His shame at his thoughts gave the pleasure a forbidden edge. He held off his climax until he saw her tense, pushing back onto her fingers before she shuddered her release and moaned a high clear note. He came hard, desperately, barking a growl of sharp relief.
Gravely, he flipped the mirror over, shocked at himself, and oh so hungry for more.
The Beast trembled and nearly lost hold of the mirror.
“Oohhh…” Her moan was soft and involuntary, and she bit her lip again immediately to stop the sound. Another finger slid in alongside the first, and her folds stretched around the intrusion, slick and easy. The Beast growled, imagining how much more stretched she would be around two of his own fingers, how she would moan under his meaty paws, how he would make her give them to him, her sounds of pleasure, rather than teasing him with her infuriatingly bitten lower lip. Better yet, he would make her read to him from one of her beloved books while he stretched her with his fingers, rewarding her for sharing both of her pleasures with him simultaneously.
He gasped, breath shallow, and knew his thoughts were shameful, and his actions moreso. He was hot from head to toe, and he throbbed, heavily aroused. He almost made the decision to put the mirror down when she slipped a third finger into herself and pushed all three in hard. Her voice quivered when she moaned and said, “Y-yes, please, oh please… B-beast…”
The Beast cursed and palmed himself, dropping the mirror. He unbuttoned his trousers and pushed them down roughly, wrapping his paw around his straining flesh. He nearly unbalanced himself when he used the hand he’d been leaning on to flip the mirror right-side up. Belle was still on all fours, fingers thrusting and fluttering in her cunt, skin flushed, expression focused and euphoric. She rode her fingers, her palm flush to her clit, and panted. The Beast imagined the much louder noises she’d make, begging for him to mount her, to fuck her hard and without restraint. His shame at his thoughts gave the pleasure a forbidden edge. He held off his climax until he saw her tense, pushing back onto her fingers before she shuddered her release and moaned a high clear note. He came hard, desperately, barking a growl of sharp relief.
Gravely, he flipped the mirror over, shocked at himself, and oh so hungry for more.
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