The Test Part 4
anonymous
August 18 2015, 17:16:14 UTC
“Lick me,” she ordered and he obeyed. It was not enough for her. The Enchantress whipped his shoulders with the stem of the rose like a jockey urging on her horse. His tongue filled her and she moaned. She wrapped her legs around him and her chair tipped back slightly. He grabbed the legs to brace it, trying to ignore the way her heels dug into his neck and the way his cock throbbed. He could tip the chair back, take the upper hand. He could be on top of her in seconds. She would not stop him, she never did. She would wait until he had finished, until he had spent his lust and rage. Only then would she remind him of his failure with mocking laughter. He would not give her the satisfaction. Not tonight. There were so few petals left on the rose in the West Wing. How many more opportunities would he have? No, better to humble himself, to be her dog now so that he could be a man again after. Gripping his fur again, she bent his head back and stood over him. Somehow, she was able to make him feel small. He often suspected that was the point of the test, not to teach him or give him a chance but to prove that any hope of change was futile. She never expected him to pass the trials. But she was wrong. He had to believe that he could overcome her. He only had to wait her out. Surely there was a way to satisfy her. But if there was, in all these years, he had not found it. “On your back.” “Yes, Enchantress,” he obliged. The prince lay on the stone floor, naked, There had been a carpet in the room when they had begun-but it had vanished. The floor was cold and he shivered. He spared a moment to glance about, afraid his servants lurked nearby. She knelt on top of him, hovering inches above his cock. He felt his hips rock involuntarily, and he fought the urge to thrust into her then and there, trembling with effort. Vines, appearing from nowhere, encircled his body, these mercifully free of thorns. They were not true vines, more like cords of green silk brought to life. One inched across his pectoral, rubbing against his nipple as it slithered by. The ropes served more to tease than restrict his movement. That would have made the test too easy. “Beg me to bind you. Your resolve is fading fast, I see it. You want to fuck me. You want me underneath you. You want to flip me on my stomach and take me like an animal from behind.” “No, Enchantress,” he lied. She lowered herself down, putting her hands on his chest and knees on his legs. She grazed his cock with her cunt, starting at the head and trailing down it's side The Beast could not suppress a moan. Tendrils of silk vine curled around his hips, caressing the inside of his thighs. One piece coiled loosely just above the cock ring. “You want to feel the inside of my cunt, you want to fuck me, to prove who is the Master here. Who runs this castle? You are a prince. No one comes in this castle without your command. I see your contempt, your arrogance. But in the end, you are just a Beast. You want to rut, to fuck. You want me on my knees. You's be happy with my mouth, you're so desperate.” A vine trailed up the side of his face, tilting his head back while a thick tendril brushed his lips. Another vine rose to caress the Enchantress's face, it grew thick. Her red lips parted and he watched as she licked the vine, sucked at it. She rocked against his cock. He shut his eyes but as he did he felt another vine tighten round his wrist. The enchantress held the other end and pulled with unnatural strength. She pulled his hand towards her mouth and kissed a clawed finger. Her lips parted and she nibbled his fingertip softly. She took it in her mouth, licking, taking it as far as the second joint. He bucked, and she gripped his wrist for balance. He moved with each stroke of her tongue. This was too much. “Bind me,” he begged. His resolve was near gone. If she chained him, if she tied him down, held him truly at her mercy, maybe he would last.
The Test Part 5
anonymous
August 18 2015, 17:19:05 UTC
“Beg me,” she said, then took a second finger in her mouth. She lowered herself into him, resting herself lightly against his cock, so that her clit kissed it's head each time he rose and shuddered, pulling back before he could enter. Again and again she did this, and he felt the pressure building. He was covered in the smell of her juices, covered in her desire. She wanted it too. But he couldn't, not unless he ordered him to.
“Please, Enchantress, Mistress, bind me. Collar me, chain me to a wall, do something! I-I cant--” more vines encircled him. He felt one coil around his cock, responding to his movements, feeling like silken fingertips. “Mistress, please, please, don't let me...help me...I need...”
For an instant, she bore down on him and he felt himself enter the barest inch of her. “Mistress, please, tie me.” She lowered herself again, yielding only a fraction of her cunt, again and again. His free hand clawed at the floor, but there was nothing to hold. Nothing to hold him back. “Please, bind me..”
“No,” she said, and struck him with the thorny rose. Again and again she struck his chest, keeping time with the rise and fall of her hips. A silk vine grew to press against the knot of nerves below is balls. He bit his lip until it bled, trying to silence the moans that betrayed him. Other vines, ones with small, hooked thorns, slithered underneath him, biting into his ass, his back, his shoulder. Their cuts only drew him in deeper. It was enraging and enthralling. His whimpers became snarls. His back arched. He grabbed her with his free hand, his talons biting into her hips before he knew what he was doing, pushing her down harder, deeper..
“Please, have pity. Take away my strength. Break my body if you have to.” She slowed her movements. Each time he withdrew from her, she would hover a moment, then lower herself with deliberate control. The coils about his cock writhed. But the ones that bound his shoulders and arms receded. The vine leash around his wrist snapped.
“No, please...”
“The choice is yours. Agony or release. Have you learned, my Beast? Or do you still think you are Master here?” The hooked thorns dug in deeper, inflaming his skin. The Enchantress stopped riding him. She held her cunt a hair's breadth from his cock. His chest heaved. She took his hand, moist from her sucking at it, and lowered it to her cunt. He felt the tight, fleshy walls of her sex contract and release around him. She let out an unrestrained moan as she road his hand, and her cum drenched his fingers. It was too much to watch her gain release. He felt the tight knot of nerves deep within her. She soaked his hand again and again, shuddering, cooing. “Oh what a good Beast you are,” she moaned. “Oh what a good, tame thing. Oh...”
He pulled his hand out of her and before she could stop him, he seized he by the shoulder and pushed her to the ground. He tore off the cock ring and it fell to the ground with a clang. He was on top of her, spreading her legs wide with his massive hands. She laughed, but he was in too do deep to care. He thrust into her hard and for a moment he was Master again. He forced his whole length into her. When she tested him, she never took all of him, just enough to satisfy herself. But perhaps she could change her shape to fit him, because she always seemed to enjoy the carnal way he fucked her, and never had any trouble taking all of him then. His roar as he came drowned out her moans.
“Oh my poor Beast,” she cried, “My strong, proud Beast.” She reached up to stroke his face as his seed filled her. “Will you never learn?”
He withdrew from her, trembling. His knees shook as he tried to stand. He managed to crouch on all fours, limbs shaking. But if the Enchantress felt any fatigue, it didn't show. She stood, and again seemed to tower over him. She gripped his mane and lifted his head to look up at her“Perhaps next time,” she said. A cloth of rose-red silk appeared over her shoulder. She tilted his head back and took a long, dragging kiss, biting his lip before pulling away.
The Beast threw his head back and howled. When he looked back at where the Enchantress had stood, he found himself alone. Above him, under a glass dome in the west wing, another petal fell away from the wilting rose.
Re: The Test Part 5a_qAugust 19 2015, 17:20:24 UTC
I'm sorry it took me so long to reply and thank you so much for writing this, what an amazing story! I love the tension you build between Beast and Enchantress, and the delicous mix of teasing and punishment - lovely! This is amazing, scorching hot story, and thank you again for writing it :)
Gripping his fur again, she bent his head back and stood over him. Somehow, she was able to make him feel small. He often suspected that was the point of the test, not to teach him or give him a chance but to prove that any hope of change was futile. She never expected him to pass the trials. But she was wrong. He had to believe that he could overcome her. He only had to wait her out. Surely there was a way to satisfy her. But if there was, in all these years, he had not found it.
“On your back.”
“Yes, Enchantress,” he obliged. The prince lay on the stone floor, naked, There had been a carpet in the room when they had begun-but it had vanished. The floor was cold and he shivered. He spared a moment to glance about, afraid his servants lurked nearby.
She knelt on top of him, hovering inches above his cock. He felt his hips rock involuntarily, and he fought the urge to thrust into her then and there, trembling with effort.
Vines, appearing from nowhere, encircled his body, these mercifully free of thorns. They were not true vines, more like cords of green silk brought to life. One inched across his pectoral, rubbing against his nipple as it slithered by. The ropes served more to tease than restrict his movement. That would have made the test too easy.
“Beg me to bind you. Your resolve is fading fast, I see it. You want to fuck me. You want me underneath you. You want to flip me on my stomach and take me like an animal from behind.”
“No, Enchantress,” he lied.
She lowered herself down, putting her hands on his chest and knees on his legs. She grazed his cock with her cunt, starting at the head and trailing down it's side The Beast could not suppress a moan. Tendrils of silk vine curled around his hips, caressing the inside of his thighs. One piece coiled loosely just above the cock ring.
“You want to feel the inside of my cunt, you want to fuck me, to prove who is the Master here. Who runs this castle? You are a prince. No one comes in this castle without your command. I see your contempt, your arrogance. But in the end, you are just a Beast. You want to rut, to fuck. You want me on my knees. You's be happy with my mouth, you're so desperate.” A vine trailed up the side of his face, tilting his head back while a thick tendril brushed his lips. Another vine rose to caress the Enchantress's face, it grew thick. Her red lips parted and he watched as she licked the vine, sucked at it. She rocked against his cock. He shut his eyes but as he did he felt another vine tighten round his wrist. The enchantress held the other end and pulled with unnatural strength. She pulled his hand towards her mouth and kissed a clawed finger. Her lips parted and she nibbled his fingertip softly. She took it in her mouth, licking, taking it as far as the second joint. He bucked, and she gripped his wrist for balance. He moved with each stroke of her tongue. This was too much.
“Bind me,” he begged. His resolve was near gone. If she chained him, if she tied him down, held him truly at her mercy, maybe he would last.
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“Please, Enchantress, Mistress, bind me. Collar me, chain me to a wall, do something! I-I cant--” more vines encircled him. He felt one coil around his cock, responding to his movements, feeling like silken fingertips. “Mistress, please, please, don't let me...help me...I need...”
For an instant, she bore down on him and he felt himself enter the barest inch of her. “Mistress, please, tie me.” She lowered herself again, yielding only a fraction of her cunt, again and again. His free hand clawed at the floor, but there was nothing to hold. Nothing to hold him back. “Please, bind me..”
“No,” she said, and struck him with the thorny rose. Again and again she struck his chest, keeping time with the rise and fall of her hips. A silk vine grew to press against the knot of nerves below is balls. He bit his lip until it bled, trying to silence the moans that betrayed him. Other vines, ones with small, hooked thorns, slithered underneath him, biting into his ass, his back, his shoulder. Their cuts only drew him in deeper. It was enraging and enthralling. His whimpers became snarls. His back arched. He grabbed her with his free hand, his talons biting into her hips before he knew what he was doing, pushing her down harder, deeper..
“Please, have pity. Take away my strength. Break my body if you have to.” She slowed her movements. Each time he withdrew from her, she would hover a moment, then lower herself with deliberate control. The coils about his cock writhed. But the ones that bound his shoulders and arms receded. The vine leash around his wrist snapped.
“No, please...”
“The choice is yours. Agony or release. Have you learned, my Beast? Or do you still think you are Master here?” The hooked thorns dug in deeper, inflaming his skin. The Enchantress stopped riding him. She held her cunt a hair's breadth from his cock. His chest heaved. She took his hand, moist from her sucking at it, and lowered it to her cunt. He felt the tight, fleshy walls of her sex contract and release around him. She let out an unrestrained moan as she road his hand, and her cum drenched his fingers. It was too much to watch her gain release. He felt the tight knot of nerves deep within her. She soaked his hand again and again, shuddering, cooing. “Oh what a good Beast you are,” she moaned. “Oh what a good, tame thing. Oh...”
He pulled his hand out of her and before she could stop him, he seized he by the shoulder and pushed her to the ground. He tore off the cock ring and it fell to the ground with a clang. He was on top of her, spreading her legs wide with his massive hands. She laughed, but he was in too do deep to care. He thrust into her hard and for a moment he was Master again. He forced his whole length into her. When she tested him, she never took all of him, just enough to satisfy herself. But perhaps she could change her shape to fit him, because she always seemed to enjoy the carnal way he fucked her, and never had any trouble taking all of him then. His roar as he came drowned out her moans.
“Oh my poor Beast,” she cried, “My strong, proud Beast.” She reached up to stroke his face as his seed filled her. “Will you never learn?”
He withdrew from her, trembling. His knees shook as he tried to stand. He managed to crouch on all fours, limbs shaking. But if the Enchantress felt any fatigue, it didn't show. She stood, and again seemed to tower over him. She gripped his mane and lifted his head to look up at her“Perhaps next time,” she said. A cloth of rose-red silk appeared over her shoulder. She tilted his head back and took a long, dragging kiss, biting his lip before pulling away.
The Beast threw his head back and howled. When he looked back at where the Enchantress had stood, he found himself alone. Above him, under a glass dome in the west wing, another petal fell away from the wilting rose.
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This is amazing, scorching hot story, and thank you again for writing it :)
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I am super proud of this story, it's probably the most work I've ever put into a piece of smut. So glad you like it.
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