Unfortunately, she never got a chance to find out if his cum tasted like her father's. Just as her lips were greedily sucking on Beast's cockhead, he wrenched her off him, flinging her to the ground. The birds chirped and the breeze blew lovely scents all around them, but she didn't pay it any attention as fear now overcame her.
"Didn't you enjoy it, master?" she queried in a frightened voice. "All I need is practice."
He laughed, but it wasn't a friendly one. "No, you tease. A few more minutes of your little mouth and I'd have cum in it. No, I want your pussy. I want to shove my cock deep inside it and fuck you so hard that you won't be able to sit for days. I want my cum to wash your insides, and I want you to beg me for more!"
His words, although arousing her, frightened her as well. He wanted to put that fat thing inside her tight virgin pussy? He must be mad! Besides, she'd wanted that honor to go to her father, or at least to the man she eventually married.
"Please, master, think what you're saying. I'm to be saved for my husband. I can't let you have your way with me. I'll be more than happy to pleasure you with my mouth every night, but you can't violate me with your cock."
He laughed again as he approached a cowering Beauty. "You think not? If I can't have you, then I'll make sure no other man will want you!"
"No, please!" she cried out as he grabbed her, deaf to her cries and pleas. He yanked her onto her stomach and tore away every last scrap of clothing with his sharp claws.
He had her on her stomach, her milky smooth body exposed to his lecherous beady, yellow eyes.
Beauty struggled as best she could, terrified by the prospect of what he meant to do to her. She screamed and tried to claw her way through the grass, but he was strong and intent only on raping her. Strangely, it wasn't so much the prospect of the rape, but rather the fear of disappointing her daddy. And she had to remember that it was an animal that was about to violate her, not a human being—and that thought was enough to make her fight for her virtue.
Except that the more she struggled, the wetter and hornier she got, especially when she felt the heat and size of that meat brush against her, and the beast's hot breath and drool against her flushed face, and that soft fur brushing along her whole body. It wasn't long before her struggles weren't as intense and the idea of being raped by that thick cockmeat of his was making a willing victim of her. Besides, she really had no chance against his strength and determination, she reasoned.
He yanked her legs apart and drew her up onto her knees. And then she felt the hot cockhead against her tight opening and she pleaded, as a token, with him again not to rape her.
"Please, master, have mercy! I'll do what you want, but not this!"