Twisted Tales Beauty And Her Beast

The town of Provins sat peacefully under the later afternoon sun. The simple peasants who lived there were finishing up their daily labors, already most of the shops were closed. The town seemed to collectively sigh in relief, the days work was finally over, everyone returning to their simple little houses. The house on the hill was anything but simple and little. It's size more akin to a nobles mansion home, three times the height and width of even the largest home in town.

"Where is he?" Belle, mistress of the house demanded of her husbands favorite servant. She was a woman of stunning beauty and mind boggling curves. Standing only 5'4" her body was wrapped in lightly tan blemish free skin and what a body it was. Thick firm legs lead to wide hips, a narrow and tight tummy, breasts like honeydew melons that stood proud and firm in defiance of gravity and nursing a half dozen children with appetites worthy of their father. She managed to fit into her old blue and white dress. The garment squeezed her hips just right and covered too much of her overwhelming bosom.

He hated it, it reminded him of a time when she wasn't his. More then once he'd promised to rip it to shreds, the thought of her husband annoyed seeing her wearing it never failed to make Belle smile. His man servant always managed to wipe the smile from her face. She truly didn't like the man, he was a sloppy little toad, but he was loyal to a fault to his master. The short and portly Le Fou wasn't the brightest but her husband kept him around so she tolerated him, and the kids thought he looked funny. She could trust him to at least be respectful of his master, and anything that belonged to his master, including Belle and her precious children.

"I don't know mistress." He said apologetically. "He said he was going hunting this morning. My guess is he'd be at the tavern, it is his favorite place after all. Uh...after your tight pussy mistress." He added quickly, daring to suggest her husband's favorite place to be wasn't between her legs could see the man shot. He did have a point though, her precious hunk of a man did love his chair by the fireplace in the tavern.

"Fine, make sure to watch the children. My husband wouldn't be happy if something were to happen to any of them." She instructed, the not very subtle threat making the small man hold his breath for fear of upsetting her and in doing so upsetting HIM.

"Of course madam, I live to serve." He said with a deep bow, hiding his anxiety over now being responsible for the six currently napping children in the nursery.

Belle marched into her library and slipped into her boots. The first concession her dear husband made for her was to build her a personal library, if she was going to spend most of her time pregnant and tending house, she at least needed something to do when he wasn't home. Checking her long brown hair in a mirror framed with gold lined antlers she made sure the single thick braid was nice and tight before she left, couldn't have a strand of hair out of place before he got to it.

Like always, Belle strode through town with a confidence everyone envied, before it came from her fantasies, the stories from her many books, now it came from being the wife of the one and only Gaston. Everyone envied him for his many trophies, the heads of animals and beasts of all kinds, his incredible body, and of course his wife. Belle knew what she was, she'd come to terms with it long ago, every man wanted to be her husband, dreaming of fucking her instead of their flat and boring wives. She could almost feel their eyes watching her as she passed. Every woman wanted to be Belle, spending every moment devoted to the single greatest man to every live, worshiping his body and screaming their lungs out as he thrust deep into them, the thought made her wet as she walked, she needed him badly.

The tavern was loud and noisy, dozens of men sitting around their tables drinking, laughing, and telling stories. Voices hushed as she walked in, all eyes turned to her, she could see them examining her body, lingering on her every curve, their mouths watering at the temptation, their cocks getting painfully hard at just seeing her, but they couldn't, she belonged to a real man.

Seated in his plush high backed chair by the roaring fireplace was the one and only Gaston. He was everything a man should be, six and a half feet tall, broad shoulders and every inch of him muscular to an impossible degree. His face was manly and strong with a jaw that could chop down a tree, his eyes were closed at the moment and his long midnight black hair was slick and combed, refusing to move even after a long day hunting in the woods.

His shirt was open exposing his hard and firm torso, his black pants opened and pulled to his ankles. His cock, the envy of all, stood at its full twenty inch height, its girth a match for his mighty forearms. His cantaloupe sized balls hung heavy, swollen with seed so thick you almost had to chew it. Belle took all this in as she strode through the tavern to her husband. Between his legs, three identical blonde bimbos who wished they could have him the way Belle did. The "Bimbettes" she called them. Annette, Paulette, and Claudette, three women of incredible beauty and curves, wide hips and tits and big as their heads. Anywhere else they'd be the top bitches in town, free to have their pick of any man worth having.

Here they were second rate sluts. Doing everything they could to garner Gaston's attention, debasing themselves to just catch his eye for a moment. Right now two were loudly suckling on her husbands mighty balls while the third made out with his impossibly thick shaft and praised his sexual prowess, Belle chuckled darkly, like they knew anything about Gaston's sexual power. He fucked them often enough, Belle often joined in or fucked them herself for her husband's entertainment, they could last a while but not even all three of them could hope to go thrust for thrust with her super stud husband, not the way she could.

She took her time as she walked through the place, both ignoring the staring eyes and their lust filled gazes and feeding off them. A waiter moved to the side, a single mug filled to the brim with beer, his platters only occupant. Belle smoothly grabbed the mug by its handle as she strode by, not even slowing. Her eyes were on her husband and his three lesser worshippers. Seeing them with him made her simultaneously angry and horny. The one slavering over his cock and ego saw her first, she halted her worship, eyes wide with surprise, or fear, Belle hoped it was fear, the little cunts always got ahead of themselves, either way she stopped. Her sisters felt the change in mood and looked up from their testicular realms. She waited a heartbeat after she had their complete attention.

"Get lost." She commanded sternly. They couldn't move fast enough, scurrying and scrambling, falling over each other to move out of the way for the alpha of their kind. Feeling his cock free of mouths Gaston opened his eyes and observed his wife. Belle did her best to stay standing, his gaze made her knees week and her pussy gush. Just looking into those deep ever watchful eyes made her drip with need, in them she saw determined safety of a devoted husband, the patient violence of a master hunter, the righteous arrogance of a man who'd earned it, and the insatiable lust of a true alpha man.

People told stories of a monster that haunted the woods nearby, a mighty beast that would kidnap and breed young maidens, so mighty was his sexual power he'd leave them in heaps of flesh and bone, literally fucked to death. It was enough to frighten any girl from going into the woods without a male escort. Some fell victim anyway, husbands or fathers beaten within an inch of their lives so the monster could have his way with the young maidens. Gaston was that monster, his singular manly lust driving him almost mad. Dozens of women broke on his cock before Belle married him. Dozens of women he took as poor substitutes for her. Dozens of women he left to wander back home, clothes shredded, minds broken, body's ruined, and bellies full of a seed far too potent for their bodies to process. That's why no one gave him children, until Belle. She had to admit she'd get incredibly wet hearing about the overpowering and insatiable sexual monster that was her husband.

"Wife." He said with a grin.

"Husband." She purred in response. Without looking he grabbed the tankard of beer and drunk it down in three great gulps. A single line of ale escaping his mouth and slowly making its way down his chin. Belle didn't waste time, she attacked his chin, tongue extending and dragging upwards to catch and slurp up the fermented beverage. "You missed this my love." She moaned the words as their mouths met. She expertly twisted her tongue along his, depositing the droplet of beer on the oral muscle as they kissed fiercely. He dropped the tankard and brought his hands up to grab and grope her body. Her flesh beneath her clothing spilling from the grip of his huge hands.

"I need you." She moaned, stepping over his lap and pulling her dress out of the way. His hard spongy cockhead feeling her wet lips under her dress. He grinned feeling she wasn't wearing any underwear. "Oh god!" She moaned as she slid down his shaft, its girth spreading her pussy wide, forcing her body to submit to his nearly impossible size. "Oh my god you're so big!" She howled as her body shook with her first, long anticipated, orgasm.

He wasn't going to argue, his wife wanted his cock, she was going to get his cock, it didn't matter if it was at home or in a crowded tavern he'd give her everything she wanted, it was his responsibility after all, she was his wife, she belonged to him and so he had to provide for her. He thrust up hard making her scream louder as more of his cock forced its way into her body. He knew she loved this, the feeling of being so effortlessly split open by his manhood. She was always so tight, like the body of the young woman was refusing him but the slut inside her, his personal slut, needed him more then she needed to breathe. His hands grabbed and squeezed her huge tits. Her hands rose to meet his and helped grab the top of her dress.

"Rip it, fucking rip it off me." She demanded panting. "Show them what's yours!" Gaston had no problem with that. Like he was ripping paper, he effortlessly pulled her dress apart, the fabric shredding as his hands pulled away. Belle's massive and firm globe like tits bounced free. Not stopping with just the top of the garment he kept pulling, the rest of her old conservative dress ripping fully, the shredded cloth falling away as Gaston let go and was free to explore the whole of Belle's bouncing moaning body. Belle's perfect bimbo body was open to the entire tavern, she didn't mind because she was being fucked by her super stud husband, her husband didn't mind she was exposed for all to see, he enjoyed it.

Gaston was a deservingly proud man, he took trophies of everything he did to show examples of what only he was capable of. From his many hunting trophies, to his house he was building up with his own two hands, to his wife. The most beautiful and sexual woman belonged to him, the most handsome and capable man in town. She was his trophy, her body a symbol of everything he deserved. Her writhing moaning form proof of his status as an alpha male. He knew it, she knew it, she publicly professed it as she rose and fell on his huge cock. "No one fucks like you Gaston!" She cried as her body shuddered in a powerful orgasm. He laughed loudly.

The tavern could only watch on as Belle and Gaston fucked passionately, energetically, and loudly. Belle screamed her way through a dozen orgasms, each proclaiming the greatness of her husband, each proving his power. Hours passed, a layer of sweat building on their bodies as they continued. "I love you Gaston!" Belle howled. At that the big man stood, Belle still impaled on his tremendous length, he walk-fucked her to a table, that cleared as soon as the patrons saw him coming, he laid her down, hands grabbing her hips to pull her into him as he thrust hard into her.

"Take my cock." He growled.

"Yes!" She moaned in response.

"I'm all you need."

You're everything!"

"Worship me."

"Always!" As her body bounced beneath him to the force of his thrusts he leaned closer,

"Give me strong children."

"Oh god yes! Fucking fill me with your cum!" She screamed another orgasm. Gaston could feel his own orgasm coming, he quicken his thrusts and slammed his full length into Belles well fucked body, roaring as he emptied himself into his wife in front of a packed tavern. Four dozen long thick ropes plastered and filled every inch of Belle's well fucked womb. When it was over Gaston took a single breath and turned Belle around, her tits flattening against the table as he held her down.

"I'm not done." He said with a grin, his continuing strokes long and hard.

"Oh god yes! Never stop fucking me Gaston!" Belle screamed, her voice could be heard outside the tavern, neighbors and couples falling on each other for a full night of loud intense fucking, brought about by the towns premier couple and most desired lovers. Gaston and Belle wouldn't stop until just before sunrise, his ball's finally empty and cock finally soft. Her lust finally satisfied and her belly filled to the brim with his potent seed. As Belle was escorted home by her loving husband, both naked as they often were seen, she couldn't help but smile. She had everything she could ever want because she had him, she put a hand on her belly as she walked, wondering if it would be a boy or a girl this time.