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Twisted Fairy Tales of Ylith Presents: La Belle et la Bete 1/3
Author: Ylith
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The twisted fairy tales strike again, this time in the Disney realm…cause you gotta have Gaston. Haha
Disclaimer: This is for my darling Darcysonelove. Here you are lovey! *snog!* Oh, I own nothing and no one.
This is another of the fairytales. A little longer than the others but nothing extensive. I know it will take 3 bits to complete. I figured I might as well post the first bit to tide people over til I finish the next Lose Yourself update. WORKING ON IT!! I swear it is almost done. kisskiss!
Once upon a time there was a little county village in the heart of France. The little Village was a peaceful town for the most part. People had their daily routines that they followed. The baker put out the baguettes every morning, the barber cut the bushy mustaches of all the old men, and the beautician set the curls of the ladies. Usually during the day, the town Belle could be seen with his nose in a book as he walked.
Everyone watched when la Belle walked down the street. He was the most beautiful in the village, and some thought in all of France. All of the women loved him or were terribly jealous of him. The young men were as well. They could not understand why the handsome devils of the village were so taken by the dark haired young man’s chocolate eyes, his slender yet firm physique, his round little ass…ok they all knew, but none really wanted to admit it.
Orlando wandered around town reading the last chapters of his book. He wondered prettily why it always seemed people would whistle and catcall whenever he was around. He ignored them and put his nose back into the pages of his book, continuing on to the shop which was his destination.
He heard a particular Australian baritone but ignored it. Eric…the man was always following him. Eric was the most handsome man in the village, and was the first to say so. He was very tall with large muscles. His skin was kept a golden bronze and he loved showing off his physique to the young ladies and men of the village.
Orlando did not have to look to see the burly man watching him, musket slung over his shoulder and his red shirt open to expose his chiseled chest muscles. He also did not have to look to know that the three milkmaids, Billy, Dom, and Elijah were there as well, fawning over the muscled man. Orlando sighed and continued on and went into the bookstore.
Eric watched la Belle go into the book store. He adjusted the musket on his shoulder and flexed his biceps. Billy, Dom, and Elijah trilled and giggled behind him.
“He’s SO dreamy!” Elijah sighed.
“He’s so manly!” Billy breathed.
“He’s so perfect,” Dom moaned.
Eric was most pleased with the praise from behind him, but it was not enough. He wanted Orlando sitting with them, fawning over him as well. Better yet, he wanted Orlando at his side, stroking his bulging chest muscles…spreading his long legs for Eric and begging him to fuck him…
Now that would indeed be nice. Eric licked his lips as he though about the slender graceful body laid out before him to use as he would, and Orlando loving every second of it. Oh yes…he would fold that lithe little beauty in half and ram him so hard…
Elijah giggled in glee when Eric’s dick began to get hard, the mighty length tenting the front of his trousers. The three squealed in delight and leaned forward, biting their lips as they tried to get a closer look. Eric flashed them a broad toothy grin and beckoned them. Oh well, until he claimed Orlando, there were always his adoring fans to attend to.
Orlando entered the bookstore and saw Monsieur McKellen sitting behind the counter. He smiled prettily at the old man in greeting before holding up the book he had finished. The old man’s smile fell slightly as he saw the book and he groaned.
“My darling angel,” he said gravely. “When are you going to forsake books and come to me professing your undying love and let me finally sample the perfection of your supple body?”
Orlando smiled slyly and placed the book down on the counter. “Now Ian, you know I am not looking for love right now…”
Ian looked down over his spectacles and eyes Orlando up and down. “I know angel…and it has been the bane of my existence since you started coming in here at fifteen.”
Orlando scoffed. “Ian, I know you did not desire me when I was fifteen.”
Ian shrugged. “No, but I saw how beautiful you were already and desired the future eighteen year old version of you…and I have quite a vivid imagination.” He did indeed, and nightly that imagination came quite in handy.
“Until the day when you realize you are madly in love with me, what may I get for you today?”
“I need a good pirate story,” Orlando said, leaning over so his pert little ass was sticking out. He swayed it slightly as he looked at Ian. “Something I can really sink my teeth into.” Ian helped Orlando find a book.
Once Orlando had new literature to keep him occupied, he kissed Ian on the cheek in gratitude. In a moment of amazing strength, Ian lifted Orlando and set him on the counter. “Please, my angel,” the older man said, lavishing kisses on Orlando’s throat. “Let me worship you…let me love you…let me fuck you.”
“Amazing the order of those things…” Orlando sighed, gently urging the older bookseller from between his spread legs. “Ian…you know I am sparing my holiest of holies for my true love. The same thing I told you last month, and the month before…”
Ian sighed, running his hands up and down Orlando’s sides. “If that is how you really feel angel…” he pouted, waiting for Orlando to change his mind a moment of two before he finally let Orlando down.
Orlando straightened his clothes and thanked Ian for the book before leaving. He groaned when he saw that Eric was there again. Eric followed him around like a bad smell, and as soon as the big brunette saw la Belle leave the bookshop, there he was again, his own admirers in tow.
“What do you have there?” Eric asked.
“A pirate story” Orlando explained briefly, not looking up from the pages he was transfixed to.
Eric scoffed and took the book from him. He leafed through it before holding it high out of Orlando’s reach. “You should not be polluting your mind with this garbage…there aren’t even any pictures.”
“Give it back to me” Orlando ordered, pressing his body against Eric’s larger one in attempt to reach his book.
An explosion from behind them startled them, and Orlando whirled. “Father!” He shouted in dismay.
Eric wrapped a strong arm around Orlando, pulling the slender young man flush against him. “Don’t worry my darling, your crazy father will be fine. This is not the first time he has sent something ablaze in his inventing.”
“Let me go!” Orlando ordered, twisting in the man’s arms and trying to break free. “My father could need me!”
“I need you” Eric protested, trying to hold onto the writhing beauty. He did however release the younger man when the beauty’s finely formed knee knocked dangerously close to his precious family jewels.
As soon as he was free and had recovered his book, Orlando ran home to his father.
There was smoke rising from his father’s cellar laboratory, and Orlando hurried down to make sure his father was alright. Orlando could hear his father coughing as he called for him, and was overjoyed to see the old man whole in form, despite the soot.
“Father? Are you alright?” Orlando asked, brushing off his father Bernard’s shirt and hair. “Are you hurt?”
“Orlando…my darling boy” Bernard Hill says, coughing still and waving the smoke from his face. “I think I finally got it to work!! My invention!” He was quite excited and shrugged off his son’s hands which were attempting to ease him towards the stairs. “Come and see child, come and see. I can make it to the fair after all!”
Orlando’s eyes widened. He had almost given out hopes that his father’s pleasure machine would actually work. The machine was intended for those without the benefit of a partner or spouse, who were otherwise denied the sustenance of pleasure. Orlando had many nights been tempted to ride one of the protruding phalluses. His eyes widening in amazement when he saw the phalluses moving and whirling. He imagined what such a thing would feel like embedded deep inside of him. He had fucked himself with his fingers before, but his slender digits were no match for the thick phalluses on the machine.
“Oh father!” He cooed in joy. “You shall win first prize at the fair for sure!” Orlando wrapped his arms around his father’s neck and embraced him, planting a kiss on the man’s receding hairline. “You are a genius!”
Bernard lifted his son in his arms as he embraced him. “Luck at last!” He took a deep breath and surveyed the machine before him. “Forgive me my darling boy, I wish I did not have to be so hasty, but if I am to make the fair, I must leave at once.”
Orlando completely understood. He helped his father pack up the machine onto a cart which Bill the Pony pulled. He packed his father a quick basket meal which he placed in the cart as well and ordered his father to eat.
Bernard held his precious son close and kissed his cheeks softly. “I will be back in two days, I promise my sweet boy.”
Orlando smiled and gave his father a hug and kiss before watching him get onto the cart. Bernard waved to his son and Orlando returned the gesture. “I know you ill bring back the grand prize!” Orlando shouted. He held his arms about himself and waited until his father was out of sight before walking inside the house.
TBC...
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