Hunted: An Erotic Retelling of Beauty and the Beast (An Adult Fairy Tale Novel) (23 page)

She didn't want him to do any of that.  These thoughts confused her.

He pressed past her folds, defiling the barest beginnings of her slit, and then he shoved himself the rest of the way inside of her in one powerful burst.  His cock slammed against her cervix, making her yelp, but the demon didn't care.

It felt so painful and wondrously good that Alena didn't know if she could take it.  Her whole body groaned in exertion, stuck to the floor like some butterfly specimen in an entomologist's collection.  Her pussy wrapped around his cock, squeezing and clutching it, desiring it, and her tongue lolled to the side, unsure if it wanted to remain in her mouth or slip out in a pant.

The fallen angel pulled out of her, then thrust back in.  Thankfully she pulled her tongue back into her mouth before he did, because otherwise she might have bit into it.

The pain and agony of his size made her wince in instinctive knowledge and fear, but for some horrible reason it blossomed into pure, pleasant sensation after a brief glimpse of torment.  It hurt so much and felt so good and she doubted any of this made sense, but she wanted it to stop and wanted more of it at the same time.

The demonic being slid her across the floor like some child's ragdoll, abusing her body and her sex with his strength and his cock.  He pounded into her until she pushed up against a wall, where he paused for a moment before returning with renewed invigoration.  Sharp, fast, constant, needy and necessary thrusts, he pushed her to her limits, over and over again.

Alena didn't know if she had limits anymore.  This was so far above and beyond anything she'd ever experienced.  Granted, before Everett, the most she'd ever let a man do was use his fingers on her, or occasionally his mouth, but still.  Everett was rough, but far more gentle than this.

This was...

Her body protested against the demon's cock while at the same time absorbing his sexual essence.  While the demon grunted and groaned, mating with her, Alena whimpered and moaned beneath him.  Her body needed him, clutched him inside of her, tried to squeeze him out and pull him in, and then she shivered in climax.  A chill, harsh feeling swept through her, soon replaced by an overbearing warmth and joy.  Her stomach tightened, abdomen taut and tensed, body clapping against the wooden floor.

Her orgasm streaked through her, wracking her body in agonizing ecstasy.  She clenched her teeth together while the demon took his pleasure from her, and then a second orgasm thrashed into her, too.  More, again, she couldn't stop, and the vile creature behind her refused to stop, either.

Alena gasped, trying to breathe.  She felt breathless and scared and wanting more and more.  She felt as if she were drowning beneath thick and heavy waves, trying to catch her breath in the water, and when she opened her mouth for air, the scorching feeling of liquid filled her lungs and overcame her.  Except instead of that, instead of swallowing water and losing herself within it, she was drowning in a sea of orgiastic pleasure.

It caught her, pulled her, the demon's undertow of phallic submission.  He was grabbing at her ankle and making her drown, but making her want to drown at the same time.

No.  No, she didn't want that.  She didn't want to die, and she didn't know if she could live.  Her hands grabbed at the floor, ineffective.  She wanted Dante, or Everett, or even her sister.  She wanted Danya to come to her and cradle her like she'd done when they were both younger after their mother left.  She wanted her father to love her again and to stop acting a fool and treating her like some curious babbling child.  She wanted so much, and yet she couldn't have anything.

The demonic fallen angel devoured all of her feelings; hope, despair, worry, love, everything.  He devoured her emotions and digested them, then spit them back out at her in the form of pleasure and ecstasy.  He fed them to her forcefully, through his cock into her cunt, and he loved every minute of it.

Alena didn't know if she really liked it, or if some magic had overtaken her.  Any time she attempted to think about it, the idea slipped away from her and another climax threw her body into a fit of orgasmic tremors.

Blinking, nearly caught unaware, she glanced up and saw people standing in the nearest doorway, staring at her.  It was everyone, all of them.  Dante.  Then Everett, who was human once more.  Danya wore a pretty pale blue dress, and looked so lovely.  A true angel stood beside them, with hair like spun gold and a dress sewn of midnight and moonlight.

Danya watched as the demon fucked her sister.  It shocked her into inaction, and she didn't know what to make of it.  When she'd seen Alena with Everett, it enraged her, and yet now she only felt pity and sorrow.  The demon had Alena thrust up against a wall, forever pounding into her with his maliciously engorged cock.  Alena had looked like she was trying to do something, trying to clutch at the floor to pull herself away, but that didn't last for long.  Instead, she lay there, nearly limp except for the strained shaking of her pleasure-riddled body.

It upset Danya to see her sister this way, as some plaything for a man not of this world.  Everett was one thing, and she wouldn't tolerate that either, but at least he'd treated Alena with some modicum of decency.  She'd seen them together, Alena crawling up Everett's body and laying atop him, watching him fondly.  Alena looked almost happy then, in some odd, perverse sort of way.

She didn't look happy now.  She didn't look unhappy, either.  She seemed lost, abandoned, and in need of something more.

Everett and Dante strode towards a rack of swords, each of them grabbing one and wielding it aloft.  They returned to Beatrix's side, consulting with the witch.

"Where is the rose?" Beatrix asked.

Everett growled.  "We don't have time for that."

"Listen to her," Dante said.  "You never listen to anyone, and now isn't the time."

Muttering, frustrated, Everett acquiesced.

"It's not for my own gain," Beatrix said.  "Although I do want it back, as it's mine anyways, but if I can get the rose, and if it's matured enough, we might be able to..."

The demon spotted them then.  Alena had seen them the entire time, kept looking at them with a blank, listless expression.  The demon had alternate ideas, though.  Pulling his cock from Alena's pussy, making a squelching, shlurping sound as he did, he wiped his shaft across her rear, then left her laying there.  Regarding the four of them near the doorway, Pinem'e offered a curt bow of his head before rushing towards them.

Perhaps rushing wasn't the correct term.  Danya noticed him tense, the muscles in his legs flexing hard as he readied himself to pounce, and then he was there, upon them.  Nothing in between, or at least it barely seemed like it.  Pinem'e appeared and then he attacked.  Everett and Dante fended him off with their swords, fighting side by side.  They tried to separate and trap the demon between them, but they barely had the skill necessary to parry his oncoming blows.

The two brothers managed, though.  They shifted and sidestepped and countered as best they could, until it almost looked as if they were fighting on even ground.  Even, yes, except for the fact that there were two of them and only one of the dark angel.  They should have been doing better.  They should have been...

"Come," Beatrix said, rousing Danya from her gawking stare.  "Attend to your sister and I shall fetch the rose.  I'll guard you both as best I can."

Danya ran.  She ran towards Alena, rushing to her side.  Kneeling beside her, she smiled, though she only felt fear, not happiness.  Alena smiled back, barely able to grin.  Her younger sister reached for her, and Danya scooped the girl into her lap, cradling her head there like she'd done when they were both much younger.  Whenever Alena was sick or upset at the loss of their mother, Danya used to make soup and they'd sit in bed and talk and tell stories.

That was so long ago, though.  Years and years.  They'd grown apart, hadn't they?  They talked at dinner, and occasionally throughout the day, but nothing like back then.  They didn't lay in bed together and cuddle and soothe each other.  Alena was never very good at it, anyways.  Danya smiled, remembering it.  It didn't matter at the time, though.  Danya liked taking care of her sister, because in a way she found it comforting.

It made her feel important and loved.  She knew why their mother left, and how their father had driven her away, but the abandonment hurt nonetheless.  She and Alena had made a silent promise to one another never to leave the other behind, and yet they had, hadn't they?  What of their younger sister, too?  What did Felice think?  Was she lonely as well?  Was she gone, lost, and alone?

Danya bent low and kissed Alena's cheek.  "I love you," she said.

"Can we have soup?" Alena asked, choking on a laugh.  "It's silly, isn't it?  I used to love when we would sit in bed and you'd bring two bowls of soup."

Danya smiled.  "It wasn't much more than broth and some noodles, you know?"

"I liked it anyways."

Beatrix arrived, running towards the two sisters.  In her hand, she carried a rose.  It glimmered in the light of the high-ceilinged ballroom, glistening with fresh dewdrops.  Danya almost thought the rose was crying in a way.  Were they tears of happiness or depression?  She didn't know.

Alena held her hand out towards the rose, reaching for it like some fond, ungraspable memory.

"To make a long story short," Beatrix said, "every one hundred years, this rose grants a wish.  In a few moments I can use it again, but I don't know if the magic of it will be able to banish the demon.  I've never tried.  I might seem powerful to you, but I'm nothing compared to some.  I... I languished.  I liked remaining in this mansion and tending to people.  I didn't want them to fear me, so I kept my magic contained and I lacked study for more.  I know more than enough, but I don't know if I know enough for this.  I'm just..."

Danya didn't know what to tell her.  Beatrix might only know some magic, but Danya knew none.  She didn't know if it was enough, or what was what, or how any spellcasting worked.  She was simple, wanted to be simple, and yet none of this was simple.

Beatrix smiled sadly.  "The best I can do is try..."  Her words trailed off and she wrinkled her nose in thought.  "I know what to do," she said.

The witch didn't elaborate.  Danya held Alena and they both watched Beatrix as she turned to face the demonic creature battling Everett and Dante.  The celestial beast had them on the defensive, bashing through their sworded defenses and slashing at their hands and arms and chests.  Not enough to do much harm yet, but the brothers were flagging and didn't look like they could continue the fight for much longer.

Beatrix touched the dewdrops from the rose, then recited a short spell.  Finished, she said, "Matilda, I need you.  I'm keeping my promise.  Come back, please.  You can live forever."

The dewdrops flickered with ephemeral light, sparkling and releasing a brilliant luminescence.  Danya stared in awe at the brightness of it; enough to transform the decently lit room into some extravagant, wondrous affair.  She wasn't the only one who became attracted to the rose's luster, though.  Across the room, caught in his battle with the brothers, the demon craned its neck to the side and glared at the new light.

Pinem'e broke off from fighting against Everett and Dante and rushed at the witch.  The two brothers struggled to chase after him and stop his headlong rush, but they were losing before and they weren't in any shape to begin winning now.

Dashing at Beatrix, the fallen angel readied for an assault against her.  Before it could, though, something peculiar happened.  The dewdrops from the rose clattered to the ground, splashing against the wooden floor.  Where they landed, a radiant sapling sprouted, growing roots within the very floorboards themselves.  Accelerated, its growth transcended any normal tree, and it bent and bowed, thrusting upwards and towards the high-topped ceiling of the ballroom.

It grew directly in front of Beatrix, acting as somewhat of a barricade against the dark being.  The witch murmured to herself and worry creased her brow, but for now they were safe.  The tree spread outwards, growing wider at the base, inching upwards slowly, then surpassing that speed and rising in leaps and bounds.  Branches sprouted leaves of gold and silver, and the bark became a brassy hue.  Once its upper canopy touched against the ceiling, it stopped.

Dante and Everett caught up with Pinem'e in the interim.  They engaged the demonic beast on the other side of the tree, keeping it busy and away from Danya, Alena, and Beatrix.  Danya didn't quite know what use a tree was, especially against a fallen angel, but it did look pretty.  Perhaps it was a holy tree?  What did Beatrix say before she summoned it forth?

The bark in the tree split, forming a hole.  Or, more precisely, somewhat of a doorway.  Danya peered inside, curious.  There was starlight and emptiness on the other end, with a hint of more.  More what?  More everything.  Indescribable and unfathomable, there lay an entire world of amazement inside the gateway within the tree.  From the edge of it, standing just past the precipice of this world and that, stood a young woman.

As easy and simple as that, the woman stepped through the arboreal door and into the ballroom.  The tree groaned and shivered as she walked through, clamping its bark shut once she reached the other side.

"Matilda," Beatrix said, breathing a sigh of relief.  "Thank the heavens, it worked."

Matilda ogled Beatrix and cocked her head to the side.  "Doesn't look like this was your first wish, hm?  Prettied yourself up some, have you?  Immortal now, I suppose?  How long has it been?  The immortality I can understand, but really now, you needed to beautify yourself before bringing me back from the dead?"

Beatrix fumbled with her hands, flustered.  "We don't have time for this."

"Who are these girls?  Why's one of them naked?"

Behind the witch and the woman she'd brought back from the dead, the tree of life trembled and the floor beneath it quaked.  The sounds of swordplay and claws clashed on the other side.  The tree cracked in the middle and Danya thought it might open a gateway once more.  To summon forth more people from the land of the dead?  But, no, it didn't.  It cracked, and then it
shattered
, sending metallic bronze splinters crumbling to the ground.  Leaves of gold and silver fell from the air above, floating like autumn down to the floor.