Free Beauty and the Beast (an erotic re-imagining) by Shoshanna Evers

here. I know he’s here, somewhere, Beast. Won’t you tell me where he is?”
    “Do you like Frederick? Did you do anything naughty with him that you need to tell me about?”
    Belle moaned as the Beast rubbed her clit faster. “No! At least, I don’t think so. Maybe.”
    “It’s all right, Belle,” he said. “You can play with your dream companion. As long as you don’t forget that you serve me, above all.”
    “I won’t forget, Sir. Please, please,” she broke off as he slid one thick finger deep inside her, making her gasp in pleasure.
    Oh Lord in Heaven, the Beast had a way with his hands!
    The Beast hit a spot inside her, something that felt like it would make her melt into a puddle. But, it also made her a bit uncomfortable.
    “Beast, please, I have to…”
    Oh no, she had to relieve herself . The pressure his huge fingers inside of her, pressing, tapping over and over against that spot, made her feel like she could barely hold it in. At least ( in her admittedly limited experience) that was what it felt like.
    “I don’t care,” he said. “Relax into the feeling, Beauty.”
    “Stop!” she begged. “I might have an accident, please, stop.”
    “I don’t care,” he said. “Go ahead.”
    But she couldn’t, she wouldn’t. As if against her will (although she very much enjoyed the feeling, if only she didn’t have to pee) the Beast tore a slow, shuddering orgasm from her. Warm wetness gushed from her vagina.
    “Oh no,” she cried, hiding her face against his chest. “I’m so sorry.”
    The Beast laughed. “You didn’t have an accident, Beauty. You had an orgasm.”
    No, that made no sense. She’d had an orgasm before with him, and this was different. She could feel the wetness.
    “It’s your arousal, nothing sinister. Sometimes, if a woman is stimulated in just the right way, she can ejaculate.” The Beast lifted his wet hand to her face for inspection. “Lick it,” he said.
    Belle grimaced. “Please don’t make me, Sir.”
    “Lick my finger, because it will please me. And then you’ll see you have nothing to be embarrassed about.”
    She leaned forward and sniffed his hand. No, it didn’t smell like urine. Had she really ejaculated, like a man? How odd! But the Beast seemed to be happy about it, as if she’d done something he approved of. With a quick dart of her tongue, she licked her own fluids from his hand.
    “Good girl,” he said.
    His praise helped dissipate the lingering embarrassment, and tasting her own wetness had, surprisingly, aroused her more than she would ever have imagined. Still, it felt so strange, so dangerous and wrong, to do such things with the Beast.
    “Beast,” she whispered. “Where is Frederick?”
    She was scared, scared that the Beast would be angry with her for asking again about the handsome prince. Surely he must hate that another man, one who she was attracted to and who might take her attention from him, was here in the castle. But he had told her she was free to “play” with him.
    The Beast, if nothing else, had a way of surprising her.
    ***
    The Beast looked at Belle’s sweet, frightened expression. “Darling, I can’t tell you. But you need not fear Frederick, just as you need not fear me.”
    He couldn’t tell her that he knew of her dream. That he had, somehow, been a part of her dream. It didn’t seem possible, and yet it had happened.
    They both had fallen asleep, and met again in another realm, perhaps. It had never happened to him before.
    Well, that wasn’t exactly so. In his dreams, all alone for the past decade in the castle, he was always a man. In his dreams, the Beast was Frederick. He’d always assumed that his dreams were fantasy alone, a misty false memory created in sleep.
    Not actually occurring. And yet, they must have been real, or how would he know, down to the last detail, exactly why Belle kept asking about Frederick? The Beast hadn’t asked her for specifics of her encounter with his most inner self, but