Hunted: An Erotic Retelling of Beauty and the Beast (An Adult Fairy Tale Novel) (6 page)

From the smell of it, the riches were delicious.

Caring little if the butler saw her naked (since he'd seen her like this already, hadn't he?), she reached for the handles of the kitchen doors and opened them.  Once she had sight of the inside of the room, she gasped.

Everything was moving on its own!  Every little piece of equipment in the room, all the knives cutting and spoons stirring pots, dishes being washed by invisibly held rags, everything.  How handy!  Really, who wouldn't like that?  If she could have items prepare themselves for a meal, she'd definitely love it.  In the middle of the automation was the butler, sorting through food goods and tossing them into a boiling pot or preparing them to go into an oven, piling them on platters and racks.

Danya walked towards him and smiled and said, "Hello."

The butler smiled back, eyes twinkling with glee, and looked up.  When he saw Danya standing next to him with only one scant article of clothing covering her nubile body his eyes widened.  "Oh.  Hello, Mistress.  Is there something I can do for you or Master Everett?"

"No," Danya said.  "I'm a little hungry, though.  I thought I'd help if you want?"

The butler shrugged.  "You need not worry.  Dinner arrangements are coming along fine.  There's very little left to do that isn't already being done."

Danya nodded.  She watched a knife slicing through a thick slab of meat and organizing it into tiny chunks.  The butler walked over once it was done and shuffled the meat onto a roasting pan before setting the pan into a brick oven.

"I'm Horatio, by the way," the butler said conversationally.  "If you need me for anything around the mansion, feel free to summon me."  With that said, he went back to work.

Danya was entranced.  He moved so efficiently.  It intrigued her.  She watched him work tirelessly, preparing a meal, and seeming to care so little about having just come back to life after having his soul imprisoned within a grandfather clock.  Was that what happened, anyways?  She didn't know for sure, but she'd seen the spark of him leave the clock and when she blinked he was there.  No matter what it was, he'd been gone for a long time, at least according to Everett.

How long?  It didn't matter to the butler, it seemed.  Now that he was back, he needed to attend to the mansion's duties, which currently involved making a meal.  Oddly, this aroused her.

Not for any of those thoughts.  Meals were nice and she liked them, but she hardly found them arousing.  Nor the fact that he was old, though that didn't take many points away from him.  He looked fine and handsome, with  fancy servant's attire and fine, white hair.

What aroused her was the idea that he was back and couldn't have had sex with a woman in so long.  And still, seeing her in front of him, practically ready for the taking, prepared for sex much like the carrots he was collecting were prepared to be boiled, he did nothing.  He worked, and not a single thing more.

Would he enjoy it if she gave him a show?  If she convinced Everett to let him watch them fucking, have the man hide in a closet with a slatted door so he could peer through the openings and spy on them?

Or, why do all that?  Why shouldn't she reward him herself?  Everett had left her without a word or a note, so she hardly thought he deserved an explanation for her leaving him, and it wasn't as if they were married.  He needed, he said.  Yes, well, she needed, too.

Danya removed her bra and tossed it onto an empty table.  Horatio didn't seem to notice, or if he did he acted like he didn't care.  Oh, she would change his mind, and very quickly.  Walking towards him with a seductive sway of her bare hips, she sidled next to him and put her chin on his shoulder, watching him work.  Her breasts pressed against his back, her supple flesh finding a home against the cloth of his suit.

Horatio gulped.  "Mistress?"  When he turned around he got an eyeful; all of her, nude, her tight body, presented and prepared for him, waiting to see what he could do with it.

"You were gone for a long time, weren't you?" she asked.

He backed away from her, trying not to look at her gently swaying breasts.  Trying, she noted, but failing.  "Yes, yes I was.  It's no trouble, though.  Not the Master's fault, but the witch's curse.  I know this."

"Mhm."  She nodded and walked towards him like a predator stalking her prey, almost as if she were the beast now.  Horatio continued backing away until he found himself pressed up against the kitchen wall with nowhere left to go.

"I only want to reward you," she said.  "Everett is nice, but you look like you could use a treat for good service."

"Yes, well, it's reward enough working here," Horatio said.  "It's a wonderful place.  You'll see how nice and lively it is once the others return.  Which, speaking of, where is Master Everett now?  Shouldn't you two be...?  Not to be crass, but you both seemed to enjoy yourselves, and..."

"Later," Danya said.  "I want to enjoy you now."

Horatio gave her a confused look, which gave Danya just enough time to crouch on her knees in front of him and undo his pants.  She unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to his ankles along with his underwear.

Maybe he was an older gentleman, but from her current vantage point she wouldn't have guessed it.  Not entirely up to speed with her advances, his cock looked ready and willing to catch up at any moment.  She grinned as it twitched upwards, almost like a nod of approval, freed from its confines.

"Mistress, really, you don't have to..." Horatio started to say.

"I know," she interrupted.  Before he could say anymore, she cut him off by licking the head of his cock.

Horatio braced himself against the wall, knees trembling.  "Oh, gods," he said.

He didn't become instantly erect, but he was close to it.  His cock sprung up, slapping against her nose and making her laugh.  "How long has it been since you've been with a woman?" she asked.

"Mistress," he said.  She made it hard for him to speak by stroking his shaft in her hands and teasing the tiny slit at the end of his cockhead with her tongue.  "I—it's been a very long time.  Before the curse, I dallied with one of the maids, but we had a fight and after that it was over a year—"

"That's no good," Danya said.

She wrapped her lips around his cock and leaned forward, taking him into her mouth.  Thankfully he wasn't as big as Everett, or she didn't think this would work.  He was big enough, though.  Plenty big to make it a pleasure to suck his cock.  She could feel his size, his twitching, his cock squirming in her mouth.  She bobbed her head up and down along his shaft before easing him out of her mouth and licking at the curves between his cockhead and shaft.

Horatio grunted and grabbed her hair, but quickly let go after realizing who he had a hold of.

Letting his cock fully out of her mouth, she stroked him in long, steady beats.  "You can pull my hair," she said.  "I want you to talk dirty to me.  Treat me like that maid.  Tell me how angry you are with me, as if we're arguing all over again."

Horatio nodded, gulping.  When Danya took him into her mouth again, he grabbed her hair.  Tentatively at first, careful, but when she didn't object he took in fistfuls and guided her along his cock.  Faster, he wanted, and she went faster.

"Darcy," he said.

She looked up at him, watching him.  His eyes were closed, remembering the image of his lover.  The idea of it, her playing the role of some lowly maid, excited her.  It wasn't far from the truth, really, except somehow after fucking Everett she'd been elevated to the role of mistress.  She decided to be a very benevolent mistress, though.  Why shouldn't she reward the servants for good behavior?

"Darcy," Horatio repeated.  "It's—it's—"

Danya stopped for a moment.  "Go on.  You may say anything."

He nodded, pursing his lips.  "Darcy, I know the Master had sex with you, and I despise it, but I still..."

Fuck!  This was delicious.  Everett had seduced the maid, stolen Darcy away from Horatio for the night?  Better still, the woman had a name somewhat similar to her own, at least the beginning of it.  And... how must this be for the butler?  Everett had taken his Darcy, and here she was, Everett's mistress, worshipping Horatio's cock?

"You're a dirty fucking whore!" Horatio screamed. 

In his fantasy, this re-enactment, he lost himself.  He clenched at Danya's hair and shoved her forcefully onto his cock.  Danya choked, gasping and gagging and shocked, but not for long.  This was wonderful!  He was no Everett, but he was better in some regards.  Angry, truly angry, and taking her, his passion and emotion showing through.  He held her on his cock, forcing himself deep into her throat, while he screamed obscenities at her.

Then he pulled her away and shoved her back down.  This time Danya was ready for it.  She let his cock slide into her mouth, his cockhead hitting against the back of her throat.  She grabbed at his hips, gripping his ass so she could try and force more of him into her mouth.  She had every last inch of his manhood inside her, and Horatio seemed to want her to know it.

When she swallowed, the sensation sent his cock twitching in her mouth.  Breathing through her nose, staring at his crotch up close, she felt horribly aroused.  This was... fuck!  He bucked his hips against her face, fucking her mouth, and she desperately wanted him to use the rest of her body but didn't want to ruin his fantasy.

"And what—" he said in between thrust, "—will you do—"  His cock banged against the back of her throat.  "—if you become pregnant?"

Danya squeezed his ass with one hand, then snaked the other around to his thigh.  She coaxed him to spread his legs a bit, then snuck her hand towards his seed-heavy balls.  Grasping them in her hand, she squeezed, rolling them between her fingers and urging him further.

"He can't recognize the child as his own!  He's too important to marry a common servant!  Everyone will think you're a hussy!  Some lady of the night!  A cheap trick!"

Horatio went on a rampage.  He fucked her throat for all he was worth, pounding his cock into her mouth.  Danya tried to keep some semblance of a regular blowjob, like the ones she'd given to numerous men before, but this was something else entirely.  Horatio didn't seem like he even wanted anything resembling normal, which was fine by her.  She praised his shaft with her lips, lubricating the way with her tongue as she rolled it around every curve and crevice she could find while he stuffed himself into her mouth.

His balls tightened and she squeezed them harder.  Horatio grimaced, on the precipice of pleasure, but she wouldn't let him fully relent and release.  He slowed his thrusts, trying to push past the agonizing pleasure of her squeezing, the pressure making it difficult for him to climax, she knew.  Still, he was about to cum and there was little more she could do about it.

In a last ditch effort to prolong him, she moved her other hand to the base of his cock and wrapped her thumb and index finger around it, cutting off his orgasm's point of escape.  Horatio screamed, enraged.

In his fantasy, whatever was going on in his mind, it wasn't very happy.  He pulled Danya hard onto his cock, broke through her squeezes, and forced a massive jet of sticky cream into her throat.  Again, then once more, thick, gooey cum shot into her mouth, and then he finished.  She grinned, drooling on his cock and swallowing his load as he came down from climax.

His cock softened in her mouth and she licked and cleaned it with her tongue.  Post-climax, Horatio softened as a person, too.  His hands let go of her hair and he acted less tense now, more relaxed.  He opened his eyes and looked down at her with a smile before realizing who exactly was on her knees in front of him.

"Mistress!" he said with a gasp.  He helped her up from the ground and wiped a stray bit of his cum from her lips with the cuff of his suit coat.  "I'm so dreadfully sorry."

"Oh, it's fine," she said.  "Did you enjoy it?"

"It was..."  He searched for a word.  "It was very cathartic.  I'm sorry you had to learn of Master Everett's indiscretions that way, though.  He's a fine man, mind, but his inclinations tend towards a philanderer's nature.  I am sure with the passing of time he has calmed his passions, though."

Danya desperately hoped this wasn't the case.  If their rabid coupling on the dining hall table was a one time thing she would be disappointed.

How had she gotten herself into this mess?  Alena had no idea.

The beast (his name was Everett, she learned) held her up against a tree.  He'd introduced himself at least, and she'd done the same, except then he'd just went right to the point.  He needed.

What did he need?  A bad question to ask, apparently.  He didn't know how to explain it, so instead he showed her.  Kneeling beside her, he touched her wet pussy with the palm of his hand and said it again.  "I need."

Alena lost her sense of self.  She needed, too!  She needed a lot.  Hell, she needed most everything, she thought.  Everyone needed something at some time, and it all changed, and...

That wasn't this, but it might as well be.  When he touched her crotch, spread her folds with his fingers, she couldn't think and didn't answer.  Instead, she leaned into him, excited as he caressed her slick folds with his hand, and then...

Before she knew it he picked her up high.  So high that she could grab the lower branches of the tree above her, which she did.  The beast sought her smell, her dripping arousal, and he dug his nose into her sex.  Alena shrieked, caught off guard.

"Yessssss," she hissed.  She had a feeling that it wouldn't matter what she said or did, as long as her body reacted to the beast's ministrations.  And, oh yes, she definitely did that.

He didn't spend much time sniffing and rubbing his nose against her clit, though.  Alena didn't mind.  She wanted to see his erection up close, to feel it in her hands, and when he lowered her a little she expected to do just that.

Except, no.  When he lowered her so that she could no longer hold onto the branches, he was far closer to her than before.  So close that her legs were on either side of his body, with her panties still near her knees and wrapped tight around his back.  The fabric of her underwear stretched to accommodate his presence.  He lowered her more, a little more.  She looked down to see exactly what he was doing.