Beauty and the Beast: an erotic re-imagining by Shoshanna Evers
Authors: Shoshanna Evers
Tags: Erótica
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me, and didn’t blink an eye when I suggested she allow me to stripe her thighs for my birthday. The cane that marked her pale thighs felt so right in my hands, and fit me better than a crown ever could.
The seamstress remarked that she’s never met a man of my young age who can make her feel the way that I did. Flattery, no doubt, but it made me feel better than anything a lover has ever said to me.
I suppose I don’t really belong here. I write this now, my diary hidden under the table, as everyone dances around the ballroom pretending to celebrate my birthday. No one even glances my way.
I would give up all my riches to find a lover who can truly see me.
~~~
Poor, poor young Prince Frederick! Belle clasped the diary to her chest, momentarily forgetting she was searching for ways in which men might want to mark a woman.
The Frederick she knew from her dreams
(if they were really dreams)
was older, wiser, but still seemed to maintain that sense of self-awareness. The diary entry was written eleven years ago, making Frederick twenty-eight now. Quite a bit older than her nineteen years, but that didn’t bother her. If he remained imprisoned in the castle all this time, how could he ever find a lover who could “truly see” him?
No wonder he seemed desperate to connect with her. She wanted to be with him, too. Everything about Frederick turned her on—his handsome face, his dashing smile, those broad, athletic shoulders…
Belle sighed happily. Perhaps tonight she would see him again. They almost had intimate relations last night—they would have, indeed, if she had allowed him. The mere fact that she was chained to a wall naked before him, and still he respected her and listened when she denied him, was testament to his moral character.
She could see herself falling in love with Frederick. But how? How does one fall in love with a man who very likely only exists in her own imagination?
And still, there was the issue that Frederick insisted she learn to love the Beast. The thought was not as horrifying as it had been when she first met the Beast. He was not unlovable, nor terrible, as she had previously thought.
The Beast was not a monster. In appearance, perhaps, but…no. Even his appearance was beginning to grow on her. All those muscles, that strong body, his beautiful (human) green eyes. Only Frederick had green eyes as amazing as the Beast. No one else she’d ever met in her short time on Earth had eyes like those.
Eyes that could see into her soul.
Belle set the diary down, and raised her eyebrow. Aha! Perhaps the Beast wanted to stripe her thighs with a cane, the way Frederick had done to his seamstress lover.
A caning. It would hurt, no doubt. But she could handle it. And then she’d be marked, and she could look at her skin and know that this was real. That she wasn’t insane, locked up and under Mrs. Sharone’s care.
With that thought squared away, Belle was able to set the diary aside and begin exploring the many books the library had to offer. She may as well sit comfortably while she could.
***
The Beast ran through the woods, the wind rushing through his mane, his paws pounding against the packed dirt on the forest floor. The trees overhead shaded his massive body, and, as only the woods were able to, made him feel free .
Presenting the library to Belle had been a gratifying experience. He’d have to have a plaque placed on the door naming the library in her honor. The library had never had a name before, but now it only felt fitting that it should belong to her, as mistress of the castle.
Would she, could she, ever desire to stay with him?
He would mark her soon, when he was done with his run, and had bathed. The girl needed something concrete to hold her, mentally, to her situation. If she continued thinking of every moment as one moment closer to her freedom, she’d never be present fully enough with him to learn to love him.
A beautiful deer caught his scent. It was hidden
The seamstress remarked that she’s never met a man of my young age who can make her feel the way that I did. Flattery, no doubt, but it made me feel better than anything a lover has ever said to me.
I suppose I don’t really belong here. I write this now, my diary hidden under the table, as everyone dances around the ballroom pretending to celebrate my birthday. No one even glances my way.
I would give up all my riches to find a lover who can truly see me.
~~~
Poor, poor young Prince Frederick! Belle clasped the diary to her chest, momentarily forgetting she was searching for ways in which men might want to mark a woman.
The Frederick she knew from her dreams
(if they were really dreams)
was older, wiser, but still seemed to maintain that sense of self-awareness. The diary entry was written eleven years ago, making Frederick twenty-eight now. Quite a bit older than her nineteen years, but that didn’t bother her. If he remained imprisoned in the castle all this time, how could he ever find a lover who could “truly see” him?
No wonder he seemed desperate to connect with her. She wanted to be with him, too. Everything about Frederick turned her on—his handsome face, his dashing smile, those broad, athletic shoulders…
Belle sighed happily. Perhaps tonight she would see him again. They almost had intimate relations last night—they would have, indeed, if she had allowed him. The mere fact that she was chained to a wall naked before him, and still he respected her and listened when she denied him, was testament to his moral character.
She could see herself falling in love with Frederick. But how? How does one fall in love with a man who very likely only exists in her own imagination?
And still, there was the issue that Frederick insisted she learn to love the Beast. The thought was not as horrifying as it had been when she first met the Beast. He was not unlovable, nor terrible, as she had previously thought.
The Beast was not a monster. In appearance, perhaps, but…no. Even his appearance was beginning to grow on her. All those muscles, that strong body, his beautiful (human) green eyes. Only Frederick had green eyes as amazing as the Beast. No one else she’d ever met in her short time on Earth had eyes like those.
Eyes that could see into her soul.
Belle set the diary down, and raised her eyebrow. Aha! Perhaps the Beast wanted to stripe her thighs with a cane, the way Frederick had done to his seamstress lover.
A caning. It would hurt, no doubt. But she could handle it. And then she’d be marked, and she could look at her skin and know that this was real. That she wasn’t insane, locked up and under Mrs. Sharone’s care.
With that thought squared away, Belle was able to set the diary aside and begin exploring the many books the library had to offer. She may as well sit comfortably while she could.
***
The Beast ran through the woods, the wind rushing through his mane, his paws pounding against the packed dirt on the forest floor. The trees overhead shaded his massive body, and, as only the woods were able to, made him feel free .
Presenting the library to Belle had been a gratifying experience. He’d have to have a plaque placed on the door naming the library in her honor. The library had never had a name before, but now it only felt fitting that it should belong to her, as mistress of the castle.
Would she, could she, ever desire to stay with him?
He would mark her soon, when he was done with his run, and had bathed. The girl needed something concrete to hold her, mentally, to her situation. If she continued thinking of every moment as one moment closer to her freedom, she’d never be present fully enough with him to learn to love him.
A beautiful deer caught his scent. It was hidden
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