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ποΈa whore's farytale masterlistποΈ
summary - the town's beauty (you) finds herself bargaining her life for her fathers, will the cursed beasts go easy on her? or figure out that she's the one who can break their curse?
warning - smut, monster-fucking, choking, blood play, oral, creampie, name calling, being restrained, biting, refused orgasm/edging, foursome (sorta), being passed around, swearing, death, forced voyeurism, obsessive man, grabbing, groping, trapped, held hostage, slight angst.
18+ only please, the gifs I use aren't mine, header created by me.
Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.
The story began with three brothers, they were the same in personality but so different in looks. But the universe had other plans for the pompous Princes, the night of their party was the night a certain witch decided to teach them a lesson, one that would not only make their personalities the same, but also their looks. The sound of music and chatter could be heard from outside the castle with how loud it was. Ari, Logan and Geraltβ the Princes, are dressed exceptionally well. Only the finest of clothing fits their bulky forms, expensive jewels decorate their body. Ari and Geralt both have their hair tied back in a slick ponytail, one longer than the other. A silky silver matches Geraltβs light gray suit, while Ari wears a silky blue, matching his darker blue suit. Logan has his hair slicked back, although slightly messier with a few strands falling in front of his face, the look doesnβt make him any less handsome. He wears a silky black suit, the colour looking almost devilish on him.Β
The brothers split from one another, Ari strides toward a beautiful blonde, twirling her as he pulls her toward the dance floor. Logan stalks off to the bar, glaring at anyone that gets in his way and Geralt heads toward a group of women, already flaunting themselves at him. The party is wild as the guests enjoy themselves, none aware of the storm brewing outside. An old woman trembles as she stands before the large doors, her wrinkled hands shake as she knocks, the sound echoing throughout the room, stopping the party momentarily. The three brothers turn, looking at the door and then to each other, a scowl on their faces, wondering who dares interrupt their party. Logan head tips back as the alcohol slides down his throat before he slams the glass down, his other two brothers express their deepest apologies. All three head towards the door, it may seem a bit extreme, but the three never go anywhere without each other. The only thing that they didnβt do together was share a woman.Β
Ariβs hands wrap around the handles, flinging the door open and they scowl down at the ugly old lady before them. βWhat do you want?β The men stand there, their bulky builds taking up the whole doorway.Β
βPβPlease, may I come in for some shelter?β The old woman shivers, her nimble hands trembling and she clutches three roses. She offers them to the three princes, βI offer these roses for your kindness.β Her lips quiver, the cold seeming to get to her.
Logan scoffs. βGod, no. Find somewhere else you wretched old hag.β The other two nod, not hiding their disgust. A shriek escapes their lips as suddenly the ugly hag magically shifts into a beautiful woman. βWhat theβ¦β
Her face is set in stone, a harsh glare in her eyes. βDespicable. Youβd think Princes like yourselves would be kinder. But, alas you have failed the test.β
βWhat? What test? You are welcome to come in, Miss.β Geralt stumbles, shamelessly checking out the Enchantress. Her lip curls as though she can see the dirty thoughts swirling around in his mind.Β
Her head tilts, the three roses suddenly being encased in three glass domes, the beautiful flowers floating in the centre. βNo. For the curse to be broken, you will have to find someone that will want you, all of you.β
Ari scoffs. βPlease. We can have anyone want us, are you blind?β
The Enchantress smirks. βWhat I mean is for them to want all of you in your true forms.β Suddenly magic swirls around the men and their bodies begin to grow and shred, thick luscious fur replacing flesh. Sharp claws replace nicely kept fingernails, eyes turning a bright golden-yellow. Growls begin to fill the air as canines spurt from their gums, replacing their human teeth. The usual men now beasts stood at eight-feet, towering over the witch and before they could strike, she disappeared. Her words rang in their head. βIf you do not find someone who truly wants you before the last petal falls, you will be stuck as beasts forever.β
Years pass and nearby in a small village, a beautiful young woman named Y/n-Belle hurries through the town. You greeted people as you passed by, a warm smile resting upon your lips. You hurried over to your favourite store, which happened to be the bookstore, a giant grin appears as you push the door open and stumble through, the excitement vibrating throughout your whole body. Y/n-Belle was a very strange, but smart woman, you were the only one in town that got excited about books and reading, causing you to become an outcast and lonely within the people. But you didnβt mind, you were quite content with living in your fantasies.Β
The bookstore owner heads over to you, a smile on his face as he hands you one of your favourites. A book that youβve read a thousand of times, yet would never tire of reading it. You smile, a dreamy look appearing on your face as you peer down at the book, your soft hands grabbing it gently, fingers stroking the cover. βThis is my favourite! Far-off places, daring sword fights, magic spells, a prince in disguiseβ¦β You pause, your imagination flashing before your eyes as you play out the words in the book. You blink, coming back into reality and you give the man a smile. βOh, thank you very much!βΒ
You spin, your blue and white dress swishing around you. You rush outside, the book already opened and your eyes flickering over the words as you walk. Your head was stuck in the book, not noticing the town's most handsome hunter heading straight for you. βY/n-Belle!β You were hoping that if you ignored him that he would go away, but that did not seem to be the case. He stopped in front of you, nearly causing you to topple over. Gaston chuckles, βthe whole townβs talking about you! Itβs not right for a woman to read,β He shakes his head, chuckling as if the thought alone was funny. Yet, you had somehow figured that heβs never picked up a book in his life, his small mind proving that the more he talks. βItβs about time you got your nose out of those books and paid attention to more important thingsβ like me!β He boasts, puffing his chest out like he is the most desirable thing to live and breathe. Truthfully, none of the men in your village caught your fancy. You were more into, wellβ¦ Beasts.
You desperately try to get away without being rude, not in the mood to deal with a petulant child. You could see your escape, but as you opened your mouth to leave. Gastonβs βfriendβ joined, beginning to insult your father without much of a hello. Your brows furrowed and your lips pursed. βMy father is not crazy! Heβs a genius, but you are too stupid to realise that!β You blow up, letting your anger consume you without thinking properly. An explosion interrupts the men from responding, the sound coming from your cottage where your father is currently working on something. Without much thought, you take off running.Β
You arrive at the cottage, finding your father. Gastonβs words replay in your head, you sit on top of a barrel that is in your front yard. βThey think Iβm odd, Papa.β You play with your fingers, picking some dirt from underneath your fingernails.Β
βDonβt worry, Y/n-Belle. My inventions are going to change everything for us. We wonβt have to live in this little town forever.β He says with a giant smile, one that used to give you hope to his dreams. But they slowly begin to dwindle as his inventions havenβt gotten any better, but you donβt want to ruin his dreams by voicing your concerns. You watch as he mounts your horse, Philippe, setting off for the fair with his new invention. βGoodbye, Y/n-Belle! Donβt worry about what others say, you will go places!β
Maybe you did still have hope, especially when he gives you another one of his smiles and a wave. You return it, watching as he goes.Β βGoodbye! Good luck, I believe in you, father!β
Still at the cottage, you donβt know that your father got lost on his way and the events following would eventually lead you to your future, whether it be good or bad. But it would definitely be strange, and full of twists and turns.
You sit inside, your head in your book again. Even though you had read it many times, it would still be your favourite. You are pulled out of your fantasy world as you hear a knock at the door. You get up, slowly opening it and sighing as you see Gaston on the other side. βGaston! What aβ¦ pleasant surprise!β You force a tiring smile on your lips.Β
Gaston strolls in, taking his shoes off, exposing his dirty and very used socks. He takes a seat at the head of the table, placing his dirty feet on top of your favourite book, causing it to become dirty. A scowl appears upon your face at the disrespect of this man. βY/n-Belle! Thereβs not a woman in town who wouldnβt love to be in your shoes. Do you know why? Because I want to marry you!β
You huff silently, knowing that the only way you could get out of this is if you politely decline and make it seem as though you werenβt worthy of him. βGaston, Iβm speechless!β You gnaw on your bottom lip, hating that this disgusting pig of a man wonβt leave you alone. βIβm sorry, butβ¦ butβ¦β You swallow, knowing you will have to force these words out. βI just donβt deserve you!β You force back scrunching your nose in disgust, watching as humiliation falls upon his face.Β
Without a word he stumbles out, hastily putting on his shoes causing him to trip, slipping into some mud. You peeked out, placing a hand over your lips to cover the giggle that threatened to escape past them, watching as the villagers gathered around, hoping to see some sort of wedding or at least a celebration. Only to witness their friend and fellow villager fall into some mud, causing Gaston to feel even more humiliated than before. Youβd hope that would at least knock his ego down a few pegs.
You waited until everyone had disappeared from your home before rushing out to feed the chickens. You hear something causing your head to whip around and you find your horse, Philippe, alone without your father. You head over to him, checking for something, anything. βPhilippe! What are you doing here? Whereβs Papa?!β He whines anxiously and you immediately rush to the house to grab your cloak before running back to him and climbing onto his back. You feel frightened as you think of all the possibilities of what couldβve happened to your father. This feeling pushes you to return to the mysterious forest, allowing you to find a castle that looks like it has been abandoned for many years.
You try and steady, Philippe, brows furrowing when you spot something on the ground. With swift movements, you dismount your horse and move toward the object. A soft gasp passes your lips as you recognise your fatherβs hat. Without a second thought, you hurry toward the gloomy castle, pushing past the heavy doors and deciding to wander the vast deserted corridors. Your main focus was to find your father, no care of what may happen to you. βPapa? Are you here? Itβs Y/n-Belle!β You were met with silence, you continued your search not knowing of the objects that are alive because of the curse within the castle walls.
You stumble along as you finally discover your father locked away in a cell. You gasp, having to kneel as the only opening was at feet level. βPapa! We have to get you out of here!β Suddenly you felt as though you were being watched.Β
βWhatβre you doing here?β
βYou shouldnβt be in our castle, Little one.βΒ
βLeave now!βΒ
Your eyes widen when you hear three different voices coming from within the shadows. βPlease, let my father go! Take me instead!β
There was a scoff filled with curiosity from the shadows. βYou would take his place?βΒ
βSβstep into the light pleaseβ¦β You asked. Your expression morphed as you stared horrified at three huge, ugly Beastsβ well, they werenβt uglyβ¦ But you wouldnβt let them know that between your thighs you felt yourself clench around nothing. You gulped, you didnβt want to be anywhere near these monsters, but you agreed to take your fatherβs place. βIββ You swallow the saliva that gets stuck in your throat. βI would. I will take his place.β Your words left no room for argument, you were putting your foot down. You didnβt know that you signed up for forever with the three Beasts.
As the words left your lips, one of the Beasts grabbed your father from his cell and dragged him throughout the castle, once outside he was thrown into a carriage that would take him home. The other two begin to walk, causing you to follow behind nervously. The third joining immediately, you let your eyes wander. Taking everything in, it felt like one of those books you always had your nose buried in.Β
Your voice cuts through the silence, sounding as though it echoes through the dark halls. βDβdo you three have names?β As I donβt want to continue calling you Beasts in my head, you think the last bit to yourself. Knowing it would be rude of you to voice out loud.Β
βAri.βΒ
βLogan.βΒ
βGeralt.βΒ
They growl out, hardened eyes landing on your tiny form. Ari steps toward you, towering over you as you shiver, your eyes wide and you try to shrink into yourself. βOur castle is your home now, so you can go anywhere you likeβ¦β
Geralt cuts in. βExcept the West Wing.β
You stare back, innocently asking. βWhatβs in the West Wing?βΒ
Their bodies tense and they glare as Logan growls out. βItβs forbidden!β Geralt opens a door to your new bedroom and pushes you in.Β
βYou will join us for dinner. Thatβs not a request.β Ari stares you down, stopping you from protesting. They shut the door and stalk off, separating to different parts of the castle. You lie down on the bed, burying your face into the pillows. You knew you would never escape this prison, nor would you ever see your father again. Maybe you shouldβve married Gaston, at least then you wouldnβt be stuck with Beasts.
The disgusting truth though was how much you werenβt disgusted by their forms. Their behaviour. It was definitely something out of those books you read, just less romantic and more animalistic. You huff, shaking your head of those thoughts. You will in no way let them find out about this. It was something different than other women would fantasie about and you didnβt want thoseβ¦ FREAKS! To judge you.
You refused to go to dinner when the time came, knowing you wouldnβt be able to contain yourself if you stayed in the same room as them for too long. Oh, how your father would be disgraced by the woman youβve become. You had grown bored and hungry and had decided to wander the castle in hopes of finding the kitchen. With quiet footsteps, you exited your room and tiptoed down the halls, peaking your head around corners and stopping whenever you heard the slightest of noises.
You were no fool, the Beasts had been mad when you refused to dine with them and if one of them were to find you wandering the halls in search of food. Well you fear you may become theirs instead. Though, you wouldnβt mind themβ¦ No, you couldnβt let your thoughts wander for too long.Β
A small squeal passes your lips when you finally stumble upon the kitchen, happily making your way over to the fridge before a voice interrupts, causing your heart to drop into your stomach.Β
βYou knowβ¦ If you had come to dinner. You wouldnβt be so hungry now.β The voice was deep, a growl slipping through with each word. You spin, eyes wide as they land on Logan, how had you missed such a big figure? You squeak, not knowing what to reply with. Logan raises a furry brow, βCat got your tongue, Little one?β He moves fast, now towering over you. βOr should I say Beast?βΒ
Your thighs press together, a whimper slipping past your lips and your wide eyes stare up at him. βIβIβ¦β Stupid, why the hell would you try to speak when youβre in this position? Your voice would give you away, you daft bimbo. You scowl at yourself, how could you be so dumb when you were the only one to read in your village? You gulp as he leans in with a smirk. You donβt know that their senses had heightened with their transformation, you had practically given yourself away since you broke into their castle.Β
βHmm? No words?β Your hunger forgotten and replaced with something else. You notice how his hand, though actually a paw, comes up, a lit cigar between his clawed fingers, bringing it to his lips, puffing on it as he stares into your eyes watching as you follow his movements. βYa know, my brothers are angry with the fact you ignored their invitation.βΒ
Your eyes roll and you scoff. βWell, excuse me for not wanting to dine with those that are keeping me hostage.β His brow raises again, not expecting so many words to pass your lips. You gulp, where the hell did that come from?Β
βHuh, so you do say more than four words.β He leans closer if that was even possible, βBetter watch your tone with me, Little one or else Iβm gonna have to do something about it.β With those words, he disappears and you whimper. Fantastic, the only pair of knickers you have on you and they are completely drenched. You wouldnβt be surprised if the other two could smell you wherever they were.
You shakily prepare a small meal, hurriedly eating it so you donβt have another run in. When you finish, you swear you hear someone speak. But looking around, you find no one. Your brows furrow, are you finally going insane? You begin to get up when you hear it again.
βExcuse me, Miss.β You look around again, what the hell? βDown here, Miss.β You look down and let out a small squeak of surprise, there stands before you a small clock that seems alive? He blinks up at you, a smile on his face? βHello. I am Cogsworth. I am sorry for frightening you.β
βIβitβs fβfine.β You clear your throat. βItβs fine. You didnβt frighten me, just a bit startled is all.β You try to smile, βHave you been here this whole time?β You hoped he hadnβt, you wouldnβt want to know what an object thought of the previous events.Β
Cogsworth shakes his head. βNo, Miss. Master Logan ordered that I escort you back to your quarters. He doesnβt want you wandering aboutβ¦ In your condition.β His eyes squint, as though he understands yet how could you know he would? You had no clue that the alive object was once a person.Β
βOh, okay.β You stand, smoothing down your dress about to follow but you stop. βActually, Cogsworth. Would you mind giving me a tour of the castle, please?βΒ
He looks at you for a few seconds, as though he was hesitating before he nods. βOkay, follow me. Miss.β You spend most of your night getting acquainted with your new home before you stop underneath a dark staircase. Noticing how Cogsworth seems to want to hurry past it without acknowledging it.Β
βWhatβs up there?β Your curiousity seeps through your words.Β
Cogsworth practically shakes as he answers. βNothing, absolutely nothing of interest at all in the West Wing.β Your interest piqued as you heard West Wing. You watch as heβs too busy focusing on ensuring the two of you donβt get caught, especially near this staircase. Allowing you to escape unnoticed, racing up the staircase and into a long hallway lined with broken mirrors.
βWellβ¦ Thatβs bad luck for many, many years.β You wet your lips as you cautiously opened the doors at the end of the corridor. You enter the dank, filthy room strewn with broken furniture, torn curtains and grey, gnawed bones. Your eyes wide, taking it all in before they land on the only living object or should you say objects. There behind a glass dome were three shimmering roses. Entranced, Y/nβBelle lifted the cover and reached out to touch one soft, pink petal. You were so entranced that you did not hear Ari enter the room.
βI warned you never to come here!β He advanced on you. βGET OUT! GET OUT!β Your daze had been broken, desire now replaced with fear. You became terrified of his rage, causing you to turn and run. You run out of the room, down the stairs and past Cogsworth and a candle? You didnβt have time to stop, you needed to leave. Not even your lust for your fantasy to come true could stop you. Your feet had taken control of your body.Β
βPromise or no promise, I canβt stay here another minute!β You flee, finding your horse and taking off. You gallop through the snow until you are met with a pack of fierce, hungry wolves. Your eyes widen, mouth opening and closing as you donβt know whether to scream or breathe. Through your terror, you forgot about the horse you sat upon. He reared, causing you to fall to the ground, tumbling into the snow below. They were advancing on Philippe, so with quick movements, you found a large stick and defended your horse.Β
βStay back!β You swing, swiping at them. Hoping and praying that they would leave. Their attention moved from your horse and you wouldβve sighed of relief but instead you choked up, the wolves had now turned on you. Their canines bared as they snarl. Oh no, no no no. You thought, brows furrowing as worry fills you. Well, at least they are no longer after Philippe.Β
You shriek as they pounce, about to rip you apart until suddenly a large paw pulls the animals off of you. It was Ari and you notice Logan and Geralt standing behind him. Anger evident on their faces, you knew it was directed towards you for leaving and now nearly getting yourself killed. You struggle to your feet, stumbling into a pair of arms as all you can do is watch the wolves turn and strike Ari and Logan, fierce growls filling the cold air. The wolves were no match for the two, being torn off and flung as a ferocious howl escapes the Beasts, surprising the wolves before they flee into the night.Β
Logan grunts while Ari stumbles, collapsing into the snow. Wounded. The brothers attention now focused on him, Geraltβs hold loosening and this couldβve been your chance to escape. But what did you have at home? And when you looked at the fallen Beast, you knew you couldnβt leave him. Even though he had his brothers. Logan and Geralt pull Ari up, arms wrapped around him as he leaned against them. He was not the fighter of the two and not even he knew why he didnβt let Geralt fight in his place.Β
The Beasts barely spare you a glance, they began to walk away, expecting you to get on your horse and leave. But you didnβt move, with a heavy heart you watched them walk from you. Did your chance slip through your fingers? Philippe nudges you, looking at you with those big eyes and you sigh. He nudges you again, gesturing you to look and when you do, your mouth opens. The three Beasts had stopped, as if they were waiting for you and without a second thought. You grabbed your horse and raced toward them, offering your horse for Ari to rest on and to get to the castle faster so you could tend to his wounds.Β
Back at the castle, you cleaned Ariβs wound. βThank youβ¦ For saving my life even though you didnβt have to.β You whisper, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. βIβ¦ I hope you can forgive me for running.β You look up from his wound to his face, not knowing the feeling he feels when you look at him like that.Β
His paw covers your hand, βThereβs nothing to forgive, Beauty. Iβm the one who should apologise for scaring you.β You shake your head, his gaze gets distracted by the way your hair frames your face and how the light of the sunrise hits your skin, causing you to glow. βDo you think Iβm okay enough to walk for a bit? I have something I want to show you.βΒ
Your brows furrow, looking between his wound and him. His face makes it hard for you to say no, but you also didnβt want him to hurt himself by moving too much. You look up again, being met with puppy dog eyes which makes it harder to resist when heβs not exactly human looking. β...Okay! Okay, but only for a little bit. I donβt want you hurting yourself and ruining all of my work.β You assist him as you help him up, allowing his arm to wrap around you. Which is quite difficult seeing as there is a massive height and size difference. Oh god, you begin to think what else is hugeβ¦ How would you be able to possibly fit it inside of you? You shake your head, ridding yourself of those thoughts, hoping that the Beast wouldnβt catch on.Β
Ari leads you through the halls before stopping upon two large doors. He leans forward, opening them and you both walk inside. Your eyes widen and your mouth falls open. βOh my god!β You look around, a gasp escaping your lips. βThis is so beautiful! Iβve never seen so many books in all my life!βΒ
Ari had smiled a real smile for the first time since he was a child. βThen it is yours.β You look at him in disbelief, you couldβve dropped to your knees right then and there.Β
β¦
Okay, so you did. You fell right to your knees, not caring that they scraped against the carpet or that a squeak of desire left you as you finally gave into your desire. Ari stared wide-eyed down at you, his mouth wide open as shock filled him. He was not expecting that, if he had known all it would take was giving you their library, he wouldβve done that from the beginning. βWhatβ¦ What are you doing?βΒ
Your eyes widen, finally reality hits. βOh! Oh, Iβm so sorry!β You go to stand, but his paw stops you, keeping you in place. You could feel your knickers dampen. Not the same ones, they had mysteriously gone missing when you went to shower before tending to Ari. But you were thankful to whoever laid out new clothes for you.Β
βI didnβt say you had to get up. I just have never seen someone drop to their knees so fast.β He felt himself harden, his cursed body did come with an added bonus. He was now much larger than his human self, he wasnβt small before. But now it was monstrous.Β
You watched with wide and lust filled eyes as his pants expanded, stretching to the point it looked as though the seams would break. βCanβ¦ Can I?β You gesture to his bulge, looking up at him with large, doe eyes.Β
βFuck.β He nods, growling. βGo ahead, Beauty.β His golden-yellow eyes stare down at you, canines digging into his bottom lip as you press your hand against the bulge, feeling it, squeezing it. Your hand is tiny compared to him, causing a whimper to slip from your lips and a growl from his. βYou gonna play with it or suck it?β He growls, frustrated. You squeeze your thighs together, grabbing the waistband of his pants and pulling them down. You let out a moan as his member springs free. Nearly slapping you in the face with how big it is.Β
You lean forward hesitantly, kissing his weeping tip before bringing it into your mouth and sucking. Your eyes slip closed as you moan around it, it felt so perfect against your tongue. It was a struggle to get the whole tip in your mouth, right now you could only get a small bit in. But you were going to make this work, you didnβt know when another opportunity like this would present itself. Ari watched from above as you struggled to fit him inside, groaning at the sight.Β
Your tongue flicked over the slit, collecting the pre-cum that leaks out. You let out a whimper as you slowly move further down his cock, taking more of him inside of your mouth. You can feel yourself dripping onto the floor with how wet you are. Ariβs paw slams down on a nearby bookshelf, his growls fill the room, echoing throughout the castle. You rest your hands on his furry thighs, gripping them as you force more of him in, mouth stretched as wide as it can, sucking him in. One hand moves to the rest you canβt fit in, no matter how much you try and force it to. You wrap it around the base, twisting and jerking while your head bobs up and down, tongue swirling and tracing his veins, causing more sounds to escape the Beast.Β
You donβt notice the two brothers that hide in the shadows, watching you suck off their brother. They felt themselves become filled with hope and desire, knowing you were the one that would break their curse. Ari grips your head, holding you down as he cums down your throat, watching it overflow and drip from the sides of your mouth, trying to swallow everything desperately like the good girl you are. When he pulls his cock free from your mouth, all three Beasts take a sharp breath at how good you looked covered in cum, your eyes glazed over with a need to be fucked.Β
After the events in the library, everything began to change. Throughout the month, you would find yourself suddenly pushed up against a wall, lips attached to any exposed flesh, hands beneath your dress or groping your breasts. You were so sexually frustrated, the Beasts would rile you up only to leave you wanting more. They would never let you cum, they werenβt even trying to get themselves off. You began to spend your time with them, always sitting on one of their laps, never straying far. If one found you reading or even just simply existing. Youβd suddenly be under them, at some point you had cried, begging them to fuck you.Β
That evening you were sitting on Geraltβs lap, your lip pulled between your teeth as he gently grinds you down on his bulge. Stopping whenever he felt you were too close. Logan lounged across from you, a cigar dangling carelessly between his smirking lips as his dark eyes watched you. Your gaze was pulled from Logan when Ari leant behind him on the chair. βAre you happy, Y/nβBelle?β
You hum, a bit dazed and distracted by the tingles zapping between your thighs. βYes. I am very happy, I only wish I could see my father and know he made it home safe. I miss him very much.βΒ
Ari hummed in response, turning as if heβs searching for something. Geralt continues his torture on you, making your head fall back as you near your orgasm again, whining when he stops, taking it away. βThere is a way.β You blink, trying to focus on what Ari is saying. He moves toward you, handing you a magic mirror. In it, you see your father being locked away as the town gathered around, lit torches in their hands as they chant about killing the Beasts and saving you. An unhappy look crosses your face as you see Gaston leading it. βIf you need, you may go if you like.β The Beasts didnβt want you to leave.Β
You shake your head, βThere is no point. There is a group already heading this way, it would be stupid of me to leave now.β Stupid Gaston always ruining your peace. Why was the man so adamant on marrying you? You stand, βI am going outside for a bit of fresh air, is that okay?β You could not think straight when in the same room as them, it was like all common sense flew out the window and the only thing you wanted was for them to use you.Β
Ari nods, Logan and Geralt scowl when they hear about people coming to their castle. Geralt had seen the look on your face when seeing that man appear in the mirror, a plan forms and he decides to share it with his brothers. Who wouldnβt love a live show?
Your coat flows around you as you exit the castle, cold air immediately hitting you. You wander over to the blooming rose bushes, gently brushing your fingers over the petals. A sudden squeal escapes you as someone grabs you, putting their arms around you and whispering into your ear. βHello, MY Y/nβBelle. So far from home, why not come back, huh? Come back and Iβll forgive you, Y/nβBelle, come back and we can marry.β Gastonβs voice caused unwanted shivers to roll through you, his was not the voice you wanted to hear nor the arms you wanted around you.Β
βI will never marry you! Why canβt you get that through your thick head?!β You struggle against his grip, teeth clenched as your words come out rough. βYou have gone mad, Gaston!βΒ
Gaston grinned evilly, βGood thing I donβt care, Y/nβBelle. Once I have killed the Beasts, you will be MINE.β You watched as the villagers tore through the castleβs doors, the sound of shouts and a fight breaking out can be heard over the howling wind. βCome. You shall take me to the Beasts, so that I can rid of them and claim you as my own.β His grip on your arm is bruising, dragging you past everyone and up the stairs. You didnβt know why he had chosen this direction, the castle was huge, there was no way heβd be able to find them so quicklyβ¦ Unless he had been watching, waiting.Β
βAh huh! The Beasts! You are not as terrifying as her lunatic of a father said you were!β He pulls you closer to him, three sets of growls ripple through the air as they watch your face become pained. βI shall kill you at last, so that I can claim Y/nβBelle as my own.βΒ
βThereβs three of us and one of you. What makes you think you can take us?β Geralt growls, his eyes firmly set on Gastonβs. You shivered, you didnβt know whether it was from fear or horniness. You felt yourself throb and nodded to yourself, definitely the latter. βI suggest you let go of our HoneyBelle.βΒ
Gaston chuckles, pulling a gun from. Well you donβt exactly know where? It was definitely not in his hand or anywhere really when he grabbed you. βThis. I am the best hunter there is. I shall have all three of your heads mounted on my wall by morning.β It was a wonder how his head never exploded from how big his ego was. It was almost as big as wellβ¦ Your mind began to drift again and you had to shake your head to try and rid yourself of these thoughts, it wasnβt the time.Β
The Beasts smirked, they had learnt to read your body well. Their Little one, Beauty and HoneyBelle was thinking inappropriately at an unfortunate time. You had come out of your daze in time to notice the designs on the wall come to life. Like a snake, the marble vines slithered across the floor and wrapped around Gastonβs leg. βWhat is this?!β He tries shaking his leg, letting go of you from the distraction. You squeak as arms pull you toward them, you look up to see Ari before he places you behind him. Gaston snarls, seeing you had gotten away. βYou freaks! You think you can defeat me?! I AM THE GREAT GASTON!β He roared, but he was no match for a Beast's roar.Β
Having shrunk into himself as Logan roared back, it allowed the vine to pull him into a room that was conveniently set up. It dragged him over to a chair placed in the middle of the room, the arms had strangely been taken off. Gaston was harshly placed down onto the chair, the vines wrapping around him and the seat, securing the angered hunter. βI will escape this foolishness and take Y/nβBelle as my own!β He struggles against the vines grip.Β
The three Beasts stalk into the room, pulling you gently, but possessively along. Logan pulls you to stand in front of them, from Gastonβs perspective. You looked so tiny before them, you didnβt even look that tiny next to him and he was the tallest in the village. The Beasts towered over you, looking menacing to everyone but you.Β
βYou will see who she belongs to. Wonβt he, Little one?β Your thighs press together, feeling yourself throb between them and you nod. βTake off your dress.β Your hands move shakily as you lift your dress over your head and gently toss it to your side, Gastonβs eyes widen as he finally gets to see what heβs been wishing for. Maybe the Beasts are going to let him have a taste before he kills them. He smirks at that thought, becoming cocky once more. Logan moves toward you, staring at the hunter as he grasps your breast, squeezing it before rubbing your hardened nipples. βYou see this? See how she reacts to our touch?β He growls, everyone in the room watches as you whimper, eyes watering and thighs pressed tightly together.Β
βWhy donβt you go and lay on his lap, Little one.β He tells you, βOn your stomach, no touching.β He glares at Gaston as he says the last part. Knowing in some way that the hunter would try and possibly slip through those vines like the slippery git he is. Loganβs paw hits your arse, pushing you forward with a slap. You squeal, timidly walking over to the bounded man, laying across his lap, the vines seem to welcome you instead of digging into you.Β
You bite your lip as you watch the Beasts stalk forward, coming closer. You whimper as Ari kneels between your legs and Geralt stands above your head. Logan stands directly in the middle, staring down Gaston who greedily stares down at you, his mouth opens and everyone knows heβs about to say something, but a vine slithers up and covers it before he can speak. Wrapping itself around until heβs gagged and bound.Β
βSuch a pretty sight, Beauty. Are you ready to cum after all of this waiting? Hmm? We know weβve been depriving you of it.β You moan at his words, not being able to respond or place your head down because you were too focused on the giant bulge in front of you. You throb at the sight, you could never get over how large they were.Β
βIt seems she canβt reply at the moment, Ari. Our girl is a bit dumbstruck.β Geralt tilts his head, looking at Gaston. βWhores, you understand right?β His golden-yellow eyes narrow as his gaze turns back to you. βWhy donβt you take my cock out, HoneyBelle. Show this human what you prefer.β You whine, squirming in Gastonβs lap as you reach your hands out quickly, the Beasts chuckle at how desperate you are.Β
You had only seen Ariβs cock, none of the other Beasts would give you the pleasure to see theirs. It felt like such a punishment when you could feel them, but you werenβt allowed to see. When you saw Ariβs you thought he was the biggest that youβve ever seen, obviously you were wrong. Geralt seemed to at least be an inch longer, maybe more. Your eyes flickered over to Loganβs clothed cock, wondering if he was bigger than these two.Β
Geralt moves your head back to him, your mouth falls open as he guides his member inside, forcing it in unlike Ari. Speaking of, the other Beast dives between your thighs, lapping up your arousal like a man starved. Your eyes roll to the back of your head at the intense pleasure that shoots through you. Your moans vibrate around Geraltβs member, causing him to tilt his head back and let out a roar. He holds your head in place as he begins to thrust back and forth, fucking your mouth like itβs his own personal fleshlight. You drool from being used, allowing him to thrust in and out easier.Β
Ari palms your arse and thighs, holding you close as he devours your sweet cunt. His tongue thrusts in and out of your glistening hole before switching to lick and suck your puffy clit, taking the little bead between his sharp canines. A giant grin appears on his face as your squeals can be heard around his brotherβs cock, your squirms become frantic and your toes curl. He laps your sweet juices up, knowing he would never let you go after having tasted you.Β
Gaston grunts, becoming disgusted with himself as he hardens at the sight, his growing bulge pushes against your stomach. Twitching as you continue to squirm against him. Loganβs glare sharpens as he notices.Β
βStop.β Everything ceases and you whine, tongue hanging out of your mouth, eyes crossed and cunt tingling as you wonder why the pleasure had been stopped. He waves his paw, gesturing for you to be pulled up. You squeal as Ari pulls you up, his large bulge presses into your back, quite close to your shoulders with how tall he was. βAre you getting off on our Little one?β The growl echoes throughout the room and goes straight to your cunt.Β
Logan pulls you from Ariβs hold, holding your hip with one paw while the other pulls his pants down, releasing his thickened member. You feel it slap against your body and jolt, a gasp escaping you. You had a guess that he definitely was the biggest between the three. He grasps his throbbing member in his hold, stroking it as he directs his leaking tip against your sopping cunt. Logan holds eye contact with the defenseless hunter as he thrusts into you, stretching your walls wide. Your head falls back into his chest, no sounds escape your opened mouth as you are speechless. You swear you could see colours with how delicious the stretch felt, you had never felt so full before.
The Beasts and the hunter gulp as they see the bulge appear on your stomach, it slowly disappears as Logan pulls out slowly only to thrust back in. Your arms flail about as you try and find something to grip onto, your hands grab onto his biceps, arms and fur as he begins to pound into you. Growls fill the room as Logan picks up his brutal pace, slamming in and out of you like a wild animal. His grip on your hips tighten, canines bared as he lowers his head down to your exposed neck.Β
βLogan!β His brotherβs eyes widen as they go to stop him, but itβs too late. Logan latches onto your neck, sinking his canines into your flesh and growling as your warm blood seeps into his mouth. Your eyes roll back as your cunt clenched tightly around the Beast. Your back arches, nails digging into his flesh as you scream, cumming around him repeatedly.Β
βLogan!β A different shout comes through. Not his brotherβs, but yours. You cry his name as he continues to pull orgasms from your small body, fucking into you harder and faster until he pulls away from your neck and roars, thick ropes of cum shoot out of his thick, angry tip and coat your walls. Filling your tiny cunt to the brim, possibly even making its way into your stomach before it drips out, coating your thighs white. He suddenly feels weakened as he pulls out of you, he stumbles back and falls. Ari catches you as they stare at their brother wide-eyed.
βThe curse! It must be the curse!β The brotherβs exclaim, looking at each other before looking at you with wide grins.Β
βAre you ready for more, Beauty?β You nod rapidly, already feeling desire take over as you think about these Beasts using you again. He pulls you over to the hunter, pressing you into the side of the chair, your breasts pushing into Gastonβs face, back arching as Ari grips onto you and you grip the chair tightly as he guides his throbbing member into your used cunt, his eyes roll back at the feel of how tight you are. βFuck, Beauty. So perfect for us.β He leans forward, flattening his tongue against your wounded neck, licking up your blood before sinking his teeth in as he begins to pound into you, pushing you into the desperate man. Gaston is forced to suffer as your bare breasts press into him whilst you get fucked by another man. Ari towers over you, covering your whimpering form. His cock slides in and out of your fluttering hole with sharp thrusts, already feeling his end nearing. He slides his paw to your stomach, pressing on the bulge before continuing to travel down to your puffy clit and plays with it.Β
You jerk, mouth falling open as your walls tighten around him and your juices flow out, coating him as you cum, your toes curl and your moans fill the room. Ari follows quickly behind, stuffing his cock deep inside of you as he lets go with a roar, filling you with his cum alongside his brotherβs. You feel your stomach filling from a weird angle, as he slides out of you, you look down to see your stomach bulging a tiny bit. You whimper, your cunt pulsates as you move toward Geralt, looking up at him with wide eyes. Desperate to be filled again. Not noticing Ari slumping against the wall, his body draining.Β
Geralt growls, gripping your throat between his clawed fingers. βYou want more, HoneyBelle?β You nod, pouting. Your eyes glazed over. βWhat a slut you are.β He tuts, βI want to test something out first.β His golden-yellow eyes narrow as he slides his cock deep into your used cunt with one quick thrust. Watching your eyes roll back for possibly the twentieth time that night, he was surprised they hadnβt gotten stuck. He stills and you whine, clutching him, your hips move as you bounce yourself up and down his cock. His grip around your throat tightens. βI want you to watch, HoneyBelle.β You pout, looking at him before he turns your attention to poor defenseless Gaston.Β
Your eyes widen as you watch the vines slowly remove themselves from his body, you clutch Geralt tightly as Gaston blinks, he slowly stands and with a vicious growl, he pulls out a dagger and launches himself towards the two of you. Your cunt tightens around the Beast and with wide eyes you watch as Geralt swipes his paw that isnβt gripping your throat, his claws dig deeply into the hunters throat, large slashes appear as Gastonβs body drops. His face permanently set in a shocked expression. You whimper, feeling yourself drip around Geraltβs member.Β
You blink, looking innocently at his face as he smirks. βJust what I thought. You are a very nasty whore, HoneyBelle.β You clench around him, the paw that is marked with Gastonβs blood comes up and grips your face while the other moves down to hold onto your thighs. You felt so dirty, but in a good way. You donβt notice him moving you over to a wall, the vines from before slither over, wrapping around your wrists and ankles as they hold you open for all to see. Geralt grins, sliding his bloody paw down your body, leaving a trail of blood that mixes with your own. βIβm going to fuck you now, HoneyBelle. So.β Thrust. βFucking.β Thrust. βHard.β With his last word, the Beast begins to pound into you, splitting you open.
You scream and moan, your nails digging into your palms. You canβt help but struggle against the vines, wanting, NEEDING, something to hold onto. Your head hits the wall as your halfβlidded eyes watch Geralt ruin you, fucking you like the wild Beast he is. His golden-yellow eyes never leave yours. Not until he leans forward and digs his canines into the very same spot Logan and Ari did, reveling in the taste of your blood, the feel of it flowing into him, dripping down his chin.Β
The feeling of his cock splitting you open and his canines ripping through your flesh cause your vision to go white as you cum, squirting all over the Beast. Your arousal coats him, dripping down his thick member. Geralt growls, slamming into you harder and faster, his head now out from your neck, eyes watching you before he buries himself inside of you. Cumming deep into you, his gaze flickers down and he watches as your stomach bulges a bit more from being filled by three different types of cum. He grins, slowly thrusting as he emptied himself inside of you before pulling out and falling to the ground like his brotherβs.
The vines donβt pull away, you hang against the wall. Your eyes flutter as your mind is dazed. You swear you see gold swirling around the three Beasts bodies, causing your brows to furrow as you try and blink away the cloudiness. You were saddened that in place of your Beasts were normal human menβ¦ You broke their curse.Β
The three brotherβs groan, slowly dragging themselves up from the floor. Their eyes scan each other before looking down at themselves, seeing their human selves. βFinally. The curse has been broken and I am no longer bound as a Beast.β You whimper, causing their eyes to shoot toward you.
Ari moves over, hands skimming your soft body. βHello, Beauty.β You frown.Β
They were handsome, you werenβt blind. All three of them looked different to each other and their animal form. Ari with medium length brown hair and pretty blue eyes, a bushy beard covering some of his face. Logan with short dark brown hair that somehow had styled small horns on top and hardened blue eyes, a slight beard covering his face. Then thereβs Geralt, different from the two with his long white hair and golden eyes, a five oβclock shadow rests on his face. You stared at the brothers. They were gorgeous for humans, somewhat god-like but deep down, you desired the Beasts within them. Somehow, it made themβ¦ More.Β Β
Geralt smirks at his work. βI am not going to lie, I will miss being a Beast.β Logan grunts at his brotherβs words. The vines finally unravel from your wrists and ankles, allowing Ari to catch you and carry you over to the bed.Β
You would later learn that the men wouldnβt stay just men, the Beast still lived within, especially when they tasted your sweet blood before the curse was broken.
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