“I am not afraid,” Gisella said, although it was a lie. “You…you won’t hurt me.”
“But if I do…” He shook his head, an animalistic gesture, like a beast getting ready to rut or fight. “No, it is…too much to risk. Don’t…don’t want you to…risk.”
“I’m staying.” Gisella shook her head and held her ground.
“No…run…now!” The last word was almost a roar and with it, she saw the last of his humanity leave the golden eyes. He was fully the beast now, she realized as she looked up at him in awe. He was almost twice the size he had been as a man and his cock…great Goddess, his cock was huge. It stood between his legs like a club, a river of pre-cum dripping from the broad head. For a moment Gisella panicked when she thought of the huge bull-man Tristan had become trying to fit that immense weapon between her legs. But she bit her lower lip and stood her ground. She had given her promise to try to break the curse and break it she would, or die trying.
The beast’s glaring golden eyes fell on her and his lip curled in a snarl. With a flex of his arms, he snapped the heavy metal chains as though they were bits of string and tore the manacles from his arms. Then, with a heavy tread that seemed to shake the entire dungeon, he stalked toward her.
I must not run. I must not run, Gisella repeated over and over inside her head and yet, it was much easier to tell herself than to actually obey the order. It was impossible to stand still and wait as the massive monster approached her. If she searched the beast’s face she could still see Tristan’s dark, handsome features but the blank, burning hunger in his eyes announced that she was nothing but prey to him.
Slowly, carefully, she backed away as the beast advanced. It might be cowardly of her, but she couldn’t stand her ground and wait to be eviscerated and eaten—she just couldn’t. Perhaps she could make it to the door after all and call, very quietly so as not to upset the beast, for the servants to let her out. Tristan had said that they were trained to rescue the girls they brought to him. If only she could get there she could…
The backs of her knees struck something soft and yielding, and she nearly fell over. Risking a quick glance over her shoulder, Gisella realized she had backed directly into
the side of the massive richly dressed bed, the one she had seen when she first entered the dungeon. Goddess, what now?
As she was wondering what to do, the beast was suddenly on top of her. Gisella felt she might faint with fright as its immense bulk loomed over her. He leaned down, inhaling deeply and suddenly Tristan’s voice rang in her mind. The scent of a woman’s ripe body, especially if her pussy is wet and ready for fucking, is too much for me to bear. Was that what the beast was doing, smelling her to be sure if she was ripe for fucking? Dear Goddess! Trembling, Gisella closed her thighs tightly but she knew it was no use. Sucking Tristan and swallowing his cum earlier had made her pussy liquid with desire. There was no way the beast could avoid smelling her scent. And the moment he scented her, he would want to rut. To fuck her and fill her with his cum as Tristan had warned.
As if to confirm her fears the beast leaned down and pressed his face against her belly right where her skirt split to reveal the tiny silk panties that barely covered her sex. Gisella bit back a shriek as she felt hot breath caress the mound of her pussy. The damp scrap of silk and lace that shielded her cunt from the beast’s advances seemed no protection at all. Scrambling madly, she managed to turn away from him and crawl face first into the bed. But no sooner was her ass raised in the air to propel herself forward than she felt a massive hand tangle in the gauzy fabric of her split skirt and rip it away.
Goddess, no! Now she was bare from behind except for the slender silk string of her panties that didn’t even cover her swollen pussy lips and barely covered her clit. She had to get away before…
But she didn’t get a chance to finish her thought for at that moment she felt two hard, massive palms at her inner thighs and then her legs were being spread wide. The motion spread her pussy lips as well, opening her cunt fully and exposing the delicate inner pink. Gisella felt the slender string of her panties slip to one side and knew that now even the tender bud of her clit was fully on display. The beast could see everything, could do anything. She was utterly helpless, her pussy completely open to his advances and there was nothing she could do about it.
Trying to control her panic, Gisella hung her head and waited. At any minute she expected to feel the throbbing head of the monster’s cock breach her entrance and shove roughly into her vulnerable virgin cunt. But to her surprise, instead of the bulbous head, she felt a warm gust of breath against her inner thighs. Could it be the beast planned to…?
A warm, wet tongue bathing her outer pussy nearly took her breath away. Goddess, he was, he was tasting her, just as she had tasted him.
“Tristan,” she whispered, wondering if he could somehow understand her. “Tristan, please…”
The tongue was back, spreading her cunt lips this time for a long, lingering taste that left her breathless. Hardly knowing what she was doing, Gisella tilted her pelvis back, opening herself even farther, giving the beast greater access to her swollen sex. The beast that Tristan had become made a deep, animalistic sound of approval and pressed harder against her cunt. He bathed the throbbing bud of her clit and sucked at it with surprising gentleness until Gisella thought she would scream. She was on her hands and knees, her hips tilted backward and her head thrown back as she panted with the pleasure he was giving her. Her full breasts were hanging down, having come loose from the white silk blouse and she had never felt so naked or so helpless in her life. And yet she had never felt so alive. But the beast wasn’t done with her yet.
Grasping her hips more firmly in his massive hands, he pressed her forward and suddenly Gisella felt the slippery thickness of his tongue starting to enter her. It was long, hot and demanding.
Goddess, she had time to think. It must be as thick and as long as any other man’s cock. If he doesn’t stop he’s going to… The thought was cut short as the beast breached her maiden barrier and pressed hard and deep to the very end of her channel.
Gisella cried out once with the short, sharp pain and then hung her head, panting, as the thick tongue worked in and out of her newly opened cunt. She had never expected to have her virginity taken this way but it hadn’t been nearly as bad as she
had feared. The pain was already gone, replaced with the mind-numbing pleasure of being tongue-fucked as the beast continued to eat her pussy with mindless intensity.
“Tristan,” she gasped as he lapped at her cunt. “Tristan, oh Goddess, that feels…feels so good.”
As if he truly understood her, the beast pulled back just long enough to rip her panties away completely and then redoubled its efforts on her helpless sex. As he sucked and lapped her clit, Gisella felt the pleasure that had been building inside rise up like a massive wave and roll over her with a warm rush of feeling that left her weak and breathless. As often as she had touched herself in the dark of night in her solitary bed she had never felt anything like this.
Coming, I’m coming so hard… She moaned aloud with the intensity of pleasure and then for a moment everything went dark as she collapsed, unable to bear anymore.
When she came to a moment later she realized she had collapsed on the bed and that the beast was holding her protectively against his side. The leather and spice scent she had first smelled when she touched Tristan was strong in her nose and the golden eyes that were staring down into hers seemed to hold some spark of intelligence, some glimmer of humanity that hadn’t been there before. Could it be? Was she actually getting through to him? Gisella was almost afraid to hope.
“Tristan,” she whispered softly, reaching up to caress the rough cheek and run a hand through his shaggy black hair. “Tristan, I know you’re in there somewhere.”
The beast snorted gently but didn’t pull away from her touch. Instead he bent his head and lapped at the tight buds of her nipples, making Gisella gasp with pleasu
re. She found her eyes were drawn down to the area between his legs where the long, thick club of his sex was still throbbing with need. It was so big, even more immense than it had been when Tristan was in his right mind. How could she possibly take it all into her tight pussy? And yet, Gisella had a feeling that it was the only way to win him back, the only way to bring back his complete humanity and break the curse. She would have to submit, as he had told her. Would have to spread her legs and welcome that thick
invader into her cunt and let him pump inside her until he filled her with his cum. But, Goddess, could she really do it?
Yes, she could, Gisella decided with a surge of determination. Already, despite the curving black horns and the golden eyes, there was more of Tristan in the beast than had been there before. He had called her the most courageous woman he had ever known and she didn’t want to disappoint him. And besides, there was something both frightening and exciting about taking something so big, so thick into her tight cunt. She had thoroughly enjoyed the way his tongue had felt as it fucked into her and she could only imagine how much deeper and harder he would be able to go inside her with his cock.
“Tristan,” she murmured, reaching down between his legs slowly, so as not to startle him. “Tristan, I know what you need and I have it here for the taking.” Trembling with fear and desire, she spread her legs wider as she stroked the massive shaft. It still felt like velvet over hot steel but there was so much more of it now.
Have I gone insane? Gisella wondered as she caressed the throbbing cock. How can I possibly expect that this will fit inside me? Surely it will break me in two if he spears me with such a huge shaft.
But her moment of self-doubt came too late. The beast was already parting her thighs and getting into position between them. Lifting her buttocks with his broad palms, he split her wide, opening her swollen pussy to his assault.
Gisella caught her lower lip between her white, even teeth and tried to still the frantic beating of her heart. Because of the way the beast had her pelvis lifted and tilted, she could see everything that was happening between her legs and it wasn’t a reassuring sight.
She watched with alarm as the broad, plum-shaped head found the slit of her pussy and began to rub along it in long, slow strokes. The wispy silk panties were long gone, leaving her completely bare, a fact the beast took full advantage of as he spread her
pussy lips with the head of his cock and spread the hot pre-cum over her naked, pulsing clit.
Gisella moaned as she watched the beast tease her, as though he knew what he was doing. Why didn’t it just take her already? Why this slow, taunting seduction of pleasure as he explored her helpless cunt?
As if hearing her thoughts, the beast shifted positions and the broad head of his cock finally found the entrance to her pussy. Gisella gasped as it lodged with the tip of its shaft just inside her slick inner cunt. Squeezing her hands into fists, she braced herself for a fast, rough entry. Surely now that the beast had found his way, he wouldn’t hesitate to ram into her and fill her with cum.
But the beast that Tristan had become surprised her again. Instead of fucking into her in a hard, fast stroke, he pressed gently, almost delicately against the mouth of her pussy. Gisella gave a little cry as she felt the blunt head enter her, stretching her inner walls as they had never been stretched before as it disappeared into her cunt.
Warm hands caressed her thighs as the beast waited a long moment before continuing. Then he moved against her and Gisella watched in fascination as another inch of his shaft entered her spread pussy. Slowly, inch by thick inch, the beast opened her, pressing his massive cock deeper and deeper into her tender cunt. Gisella had never felt so incredibly filled and yet the long, thick shaft seemed never-ending. Spreading her thighs, she bit down hard on her lip and tried to be open enough to take it all. Goddess, would it never stop? How much more of the savage intruder could she take? She was beyond grateful that the beast had breached her maiden barrier with his tongue—there was no possible way she could have borne the pain of having her virginity ripped from her by this huge cock.
Just as she was beginning to think she could stand no more, she felt the broad blunt head of the beast’s cock bottom out at the end of her pussy. Hot drops of pre-cum flowed from its tip, bathing the mouth of her womb, and she knew that soon it would be flooding her with cum. But first she must withstand his fucking.
Gisella had never felt so filled, so opened. She was flat on her back, her naked nipples thrusting into the air and her legs spread as wide as possible around the beast’s hips as he loomed over her with his thick black horns and burning golden gaze. Between her thighs she could see where the massive shaft was buried inside her to the root. There was truly no getting away now. There was nothing she could do but lie back and let the beast ride her to completion. Taking a deep breath, Gisella got ready to do just that.
“Please…Tristan…” she whispered, reaching up to stroke his hair again. Was it her imagination or did the black, curving horns on his head look a little less real, a little less substantial? And were his eyes closer to a warm amber than the brilliant gold they had turned when he changed? “Please,” she told the beast. “Please fuck me, Tristan. Fuck me and fill me with your cum so that we can both be free.”
The beast seemed to understand her plea. Taking a firmer grip on her hips, he shifted so that Gisella’s legs rested on his shoulders and began to pull out of her tightly stuffed cunt.
Gisella cried out as he surged back into her, grasping her slender ankles in his huge hands as he fucked into her helpless pussy. Here was the violent fucking she had expected all along, here were the savage thrusts that threatened to split her in two as the beast took his pleasure with her and satisfied his lust in her vulnerable cunt. And yet, mixed with the pain was a pleasure so deep and wide in its intensity that Gisella felt as if she were drowning in it. As the beast’s cock plunged into her pussy again and again she felt a wire tightening in her lower belly, a wire that would have to snap soon or she would go mad.
Goddess, oh Goddess, I can’t…can’t take it! But take it she must. There was no escaping from the bulk of the beast now that he had started to fuck her. There was no escaping the situation except by accepting his thick, hot cum into her unprotected pussy.
Squeezing her eyes shut, Gisella did her best to make the beast come. Pressing her hips up, she tried to meet his savage thrusts, opening her tender pussy to its wrath. Her
nipples hard and her clit throbbing, she fucked back at the beast, trying to catch his rhythm, squeezing his cock with her inner muscles as she strove to milk the cum from his thick shaft. At last she was successful.
With a low roar that sounded strangely like her name, the beast gripped her hips and pressed as deeply as he could into her cunt. Gisella felt a heated blast of cum bathe the mouth of her womb and then the wire inside her belly snapped and she was coming, her pussy spasming helplessly around the thick invader as the beast flooded her with his seed.
“Goddess! Oh Tristan, yes! Yes!” she moaned, not caring if the beast understood her or not. “Yes, that’s…oh Goddess, that’s right. Come inside me, fill me up!”
She felt the burning river of cum overflowing her pussy and running down her inner thighs and then the intense pleasure, pain and fear she’d been subjected to overcame her. For the second time that night the world went dark and Gisella knew no more.
Chapter Five
The Aftermath
When she awoke, it was to see a pair of dark, worried eyes looking down at her. Gisella stirred in confusion, uncertain of where she was at first and a deep voice rumbled in her ear.
“Thank the Gods, I thought I’d killed you.”
“Killed me?” Suddenly it all came rushing back, Tristan’s warning that she should run, his change into the beast, and the brutal yet strangely gentle fucking that had followed. When she thought about it, Gisella realized she was still extremely sore between the legs, but it was a pleasurable soreness, the slight p
ain that comes of being ridden thoroughly by a thick cock. She was sticky too, and completely naked, a fact that made her cheeks heat with shame. She tried to sit up to find something to cover herself and the world swam around her.
“Be careful. Here, let me help you.” Tristan still sounded concerned as he wrapped large, muscular arms around her, supporting her in the massive bed.
Gisella put a hand to her head and stared around the dim dungeon in confusion. Then she looked at Tristan’s forehead, which was clear of the curving black lines. “What happened to your head? And where…where is the beast?”
Tristan smiled at her, the unfamiliar expression lighting his dark, brooding features and making them extraordinarily handsome. “He is gone, my lady. Gone for good, thanks to you. And with him went the marks of my slavery, the lines on my forehead and arms.” He showed her his smooth, unmarked biceps, the muscle flexing under the tan expanse of his skin.
“But I…” Gisella shook her head. “I did nothing. Nothing but submit, that is.”
“But that was all that was needed.” Tristan smiled at her and stroked a strand of her tangled blonde hair out of her face. “You didn’t try to run or scream for help—you simply submitted to the beast’s animal lusts. And so you broke the curse. Never again must I be chained in this horrible place, awaiting what I dread the most. Never again must I fear that I will hurt or kill the girl who has been placed with me to try to break the curse.”
“I…there may be another reason I was able to break it,” Gisella faltered. Haltingly, she told him her story, how she had been meant to go to a convent and had been sold instead by her greedy uncle to cover his debts. And how she had offered herself to his servant, believing it was better to service one man than many.
Tristan looked at her wonderingly. “So it is as the prophesy foretold—you really are a virgin and a whore.”
Blushing, Gisella nodded. “I was at any rate. But I am a virgin no longer, my lord.”