The Hunter and the Beast
For so long, the Beast had remained a hermit. But a hunter is here to break the former-Prince's routine
The Hunter and the Beast
For so long, the Beast had remained a hermit. But a hunter is here to break the former-Prince’s routine
The Beast growled in the highest tower of the castle, glaring down at the beaten door leading to the neglected bedroom. Like a lair, the place was a tangle of hastily clawed down fabric, of furniture turned into firewood. Even the canopy bed hadn’t been spared, nor the mirrors, nor even the balcony doors that were open to the wind and tempest outside.
It should not have been like so.
It should have been a quiet day, with the castle asleep and the former Prince, Adam, continuing to sulk in his tower or garden. A routine in which the Beast had grown used to during his centuries of torment, surrounded by his staff, turned sundries. However, it had been different when he smelled a familiar presence in the grounds. A smell followed by the announcement of a hunter skirting inside, seemingly capable of taking on any of the castle’s defenses on his own.
“There’s no need to expose yourself, my Liege! Hide! We will handle him!” ordered Lumière, one of the Prince’s most effective servants, before and after his transformation.
“It is but one hunter! I will chase him off or kill him!”
“He’s too dangerous! He hasn’t reacted to our presence! Worse, he was stronger than Bertha and Roger! You cannot do anything!”
If not for his education, the former-Prince would have sworn like a sailor at that moment. Instead, against his better judgment, the Beast went to hide in his lair, gritting his teeth as he heard the distant shots. Maybe that Hunter would go away, or become too tired in his hunt, or even would be bested by the Beast’s servants, their little tricks did wonder on the last Horde that tried to force the Castle’s door.
But it wasn’t stopping.
Worse, it seemed to come closer.
The Beast could only glance at the balcony, wide open, to see the storm outside. He should have been prepared, especially since he had smelled that Human’s presence only a few days ago, all around his domain. But he had been complacent the thorns and tall walls would have chased him off.
Instead, that presence was coming closer… Closer… So much closer, the former Prince could hear the footsteps ascending the last stairs to his bedroom, crossing the corridor leading right to that door. And the steps ending behind… Almost as if the Hunter was bracing for something.
“Finally.”
The faint whisper was loud enough for the Beast to pick it up.
Through his curse, the former Prince had earned more than a bestial appearance, a mix of a bear, an ox, and more. He had earned a strength that was as equally powerful, an acute nose, keen eyes, and… Maybe a few more changes he never divulged, not even to his staff except for a select few.
Now, as that Hunter was behind the door and relishing the instant, the Beast was ready. He prepared his talon-like claws, the teeth looking like glimmering daggers. The legs, powerful enough to kick boulders, were tense and coiling under the action and anticipation. Even the atmosphere within the room was coming to a still, a dead silence except for the wind outside… And the sounds of fabric… Dropping?
There was a laugh. For a moment, the Beast thought it was a joke. His composure was undoing, his posture relaxed but for a second. Someone was at the door, and certainly preparing. But for what? He snarled, showed his teeth, returned to his former posture, and…
The door opened.
“Well! Where’s ma new Pet?” proclaimed a voice, joyful, excited, and lustful.
One voice reshaped by the presence of a metal helmet, one that was almost antiquated with the vertical slits. Antiquated as the Human was wearing a sharp leather vest with a criss-crossed bandolier over his chest. The shirt and vest were smart, refined, almost fitting for a king. Yet, that helmet was nearly rusted and old, the steel discolored, the feathers plucked… And yet, the front cut out to reveal a grinning, bearded mouth.
“Here you are!” shouted the Human, seemingly unbothered to be facing a monster with only the barest of clothes to cover that hulking body.
In return, the Beast might have been unbothered by the human’s antics, helmet, and bandolier… If not for the fact that, waist-down, the Hunter was entirely naked. Naked, and presenting his groin first, due to his massive and ostentatious erection.
Ostentatious as that cock, slightly purple with a tint of red at the tip, had one silvery piercing at the end. And many more, forming a ladder, along the precum-covered underside. The spire itself wasn’t as stiff and rigid, as it formed a slight arch and had a bend leftward. Nevertheless, it was… Impressive. More so for a human, even those low-hanging nuts.
Which made it all the more curious, weird, and daunting for Adam as he faced that Hunter flaunting his goods.
For a moment, the former Prince blinked. Then he growled, clawing the ground like beasts he imitated to force the humans away. It usually worked, but not on that Human who merely had a hand going on his exposed waist, before he scratched his hairy nuts.
“Really? You’re always doing that? Though… You’ve gone more feral than the others,” commented the Hunter, with a thick accent the Beast couldn’t put his fingers on.
More than that, the Hunter approached, his eyes going directly to one of the rare (and few) untouched furniture within the room. A round table with a covered rose on top of it.
“Here we go. That’s the curse. I knew it.”
So he knew?
Adam’s reflexes kicked in as he jumped, putting himself between the rose and the Hunter despite the odd situation. Centuries ago, he had been cursed and given a rose that would wilt over time, unless he found true love. On its last petals, it was clear the flower was about to wilt away fully.
Even then, the Beast was ready to protect it while the Hunter continued to scratch his nuts, and guffawed.
His laugh was disarming, loud, and invasive. Almost unsightly while Adam cocked an eyebrow and glared at that interloper.
The Human laughed and laughed, unaware of the danger he was in… And for a moment, Adam thought he was in front of someone gone crazy. But he was dangerous, too dangerous since he’d slipped past all the castle’s defenses. And his smell…
His smell was strange. Odd, peculiar. It was a masculine stench that made it difficult not to breathe without scowling or frowning. It was a scent of someone who’d barely washed, but wasn’t… Crass. It was the thin line between frustrating and pleasing, with the musky touches tingling the Beast’s nose like no other scent did. Not even the roses, flowers, or any creatures before. It was… Primal, bestial… Like a beast, a rutting beast.
“Ah, always like that. Tell me, Prince. You wanna get rid of yer curse, right? What is it? Generosity? Sympah-… True love, right?”
Adam growled in return.
“I know ye can talk. That damn witch always leave ye lot with enough wits!”
“I… You are an interloper in my domain! Leave now, or-”
“Bahbah! Stop that posturing! I’m here offering ye a solution to yer problem! Become my pet!” said the Human, waving his hand to chase Adam’s defense.
“I am no pet! You unordained… Pervert! I shall devour you, and-”
“And dispose of me bones? Ye not the first one. Plus, I dare to see you try.”
Cocky. Arrogant. Vain. Even the Hunter’s posture was as such with his hands on his waist, his uncovered grin, and that overall… Way he had to put the Beast’s authority in question.
And so, the Beast pounced onward.
And a waft of hot masculine musk hit his nose, hit him across the face, and instantly eased his thoughts, his worries, his fears. Even his anger as the Beast suddenly dropped on all fours by the Human… And couldn’t stop brushing his face against that raw human musk. That human was reeking of sex and sweat, mainly sweat, and that scent had a hint of powder, of sulfur, and other products. But it was nonetheless exciting. Nonetheless pleasant as he Beast rubbed his nose against it until even breathing tingled the inside of his nose.
What was happening to him? Why did he let himself sink to such depraved depths? Nevertheless, the Beast inhaled, felt the precum and sweat cover his nose. What was it that made him bend over so easily? What was it that drove the Beast to be head-over-heels for one perfume that ought not to be sniffed, nor adored.
Yet, here he was, worshiping a disgusting man, licking his nuts, letting that hand reach between his horns and ears to stroke the fur in between. Was he so deviant he’d do that?
It seemed it was, though the answer came from the Hunter’s laughter and smile.
“All normal, big Beast. Everyone cursed like ye yearns to be fucked. No point resisting it. That’s how that witch makes it so. But I can fix it for ye,” said the Hunter, arrogant, self-assured, and still hard while the Beast was eagerly lapping that shaft, coating it with saliva, making it glisten from the fluids. It was gorgeous, it was perverse… But the Beast continued, passing the tongue along the corona, beneath it, along the frenum, and then… Well, along the bulging urethra until his mouth was back, licking and suckling on the man’s testicles.
More than that, the Beast heaved and even began to take one of those orbs in mouth to lick it… Before the Hunter pushed the Beast away and stepped back. Just enough, just enough for the musky cloud to no longer be in the Beast’s vicinity and for the former Prince to recover his wits.
He groaned, grunted, passed a hand over his face… And frowned.
“What… Was that?”
“Somethin’ I learned from ma curse, like yours, sure,” said the Human, strutting around the room to grab one remnant of a chair. He shook it, then gave up before going to sit on the bed while the Beast watched, keeping the distance between them. “Sheesh. Ya’re worse than the last one. Can’t you all take care of yer beds? Ye’ve got a crew of immortal slaves.”
“What do you know about my curse and them? What have you done to my people?”
“Yer people?” the Human laughed, checking the nearest bedside stand and growling. “No wine.”
“Answer me.”
“They fine. ‘Used a mix of holy water with som’ plants. Stun them right, make them dream of the day of ol’. No worries, they fine.”
“And… What are you?”
“Bounty hunter… Former bounty hunter. Emphasize on former, that’s important. Can ya get me my pants? I forgot to take out my cigars?”
“Your… Cigars? What’s this?”
“Oh, ye’re an old one! Uh, something phallic in the pocket. It’s no weapon.”
Dubious, the Beast still looked at those pants near the entrance. That human was strange. He was no normal hunter. Plus, his scent somehow tickled the Beast’s brain in a way he couldn’t put his fingers on. It was better not to fight, merely to give in and accept. And so, with a growl, the Beast bent to the pants and…
That scent. That perfume. That… Temptation.
Snap! Snap!
Already, the Beast was brought back… But not before licking and sampling the leather, tasting the sweat sticking to it. Even then, as his wits returned, there was only one need for the Beast: to brush his nose against that scent until he was drunk on it.
“What…”
“The scent disgusts other people, but cursed boys like ya? In heat? Hehe, yeah works good. Cigars, please? Right pockets. The box. Toss them to me.”
Guided, the Beast pulled indeed those faintly phallic objects out of the pocket. There were three in the box, along with matches to light them. They had a bit of the human smell sticking, but enough Beast threw them to the Hunter before he stepped away, watching the Hunter who caught, lit one cigar, took a puff… And grinned.
“Good. ‘Guess we can chat and act like civilized people. First off, ‘name’s Harold.”
“Well… Harold, you can call me Beast.”
“Beast. Uh, so imaginative,” scoffed the helmeted Human, stretching and reclining on the bed, showing off his body, thin and wiry… But evidently hairy. He acted with that arrogance only someone in full control of the situation could. And with Beast mesmerized by merely approaching him…
“What do you want? Me to be a Pet? What do you know of the witch?”
“Oh, I know plenty. Ye’re not the sole poor sap she stuffed. She had a streak, yeaaars ago,” said the Hunter, taking a puff and releasing a cloud of smoke. “She cursed a baker, nobles, one king, diplomats, three soldiers, handful of guards, two entire villages, and… Well, you know the rest.”
As he said that, the Bounty Hunter stopped counting on his fingers, instead grabbing himself and starting to stroke, uncaring as the Beast grimaced and scowled.
“So… I was ready to shoot her. Bolt to her heart, big deal… But she cursed me. ‘Thou whom wants to undo mine curses, blablabla, thou shall find no rest till mine work is undone, blablabla.’ Plainly, she stuff me, too. And now, I’m cruising the land ‘til I find and erase all her traces.”
“That’s…”
“Oh, don’t take me like a good ol’ saint here to save ye with an ave pater and a pat on the head. I’m here to fuck…”
“… What?”
The Beast visibly recoiled at the remark from the lecherous hunter, and more at that man licking his lips.
“Yeah. Figured all that talk with true love to fix ye, there’s another way in… And that goes with fucking.”
“I… I won’t let a man have his way with me like-”
“A cheap whore? Tough luck, ye can let the curse set in and condemn yer people to death… Ooor ye can have it my way.”
“… And you think it’s enough to have me… Bend over and beg?”
“No. But I think your cunt’s speaking on yer behalf,” pointed the Hunter out, precum-ridden finger directed at the Beast’s pants. Precisely, at the damp spot formed between those legs… One so wet, it could almost be seen through. And the smell from it, unmistakable from the heat.
“You… This is not my doing!”
“Nah, it’s not. But ye have to admit that scent felt good, right? Ye don’t want another taste? I can tell taking it is even better.”
“You…”
“Me?”
The arrogant tone was of someone who knew he held all the cards. And the former Prince couldn’t deny as he stood up, arms crossed. He lifted his shoulders, puffed up his chest, tried to look more menacing than before.
“I… Accept.”
“Great, then y-”
“But on a few conditions!”
Silence. The Hunter stopped, both his stroking and smoking… But he nodded.
“You defer to me with the title I am due and… You ensure my well-being as well as my subjects.”
“Fine by me, Beast,” laughed the Hunter, stroking himself. “But I’ll have me condition, too.”
“You dare?”
“I dare.”
The Hunter glanced at the Beast, who glared back. The fists clenched, the shoulders rolled, the breathing accelerated within the room. Even the atmosphere was tense.
“What will it be?”
“Ye follow me orders. I prefer consent, but ye know how it is. Ye follow what I ask, be a good lover… And I promise, on my breath, on god, on anything, ye’ll be free of that curse.”
“Fine…”
“Then. What about kissing me cock, to seal our deal. Oh and go strip, we’re in for a night together. And potentially more, if ye’re not love at first sight.”
The Beast snarled, disgusted by the Hunt- Harold’s disgusting behavior. But he seemed to know his deal. No human would dare to enter the Beast’s domain and be as lecherous or open without knowing what to do. And so, the Beast approached.
His nose up, he tried to deny the heat coursing down his loins or the wetness between his legs. But it was stupid to deny, and so the Beast ran his fingers over his pants… And dropped them.
Dropped to reveal what was a luscious vulva, the entrance warm, moist, and already dilating. It would be stupid to say it was perfect… But Harold wasn’t caring. Rather, he seemed more keen on masturbating as he watched the pink skin be unveiled… As he watched, the labias swollen from the blood rushing inside. And the passage in between.
“C’mere. Sit on me face, big Beast.”
“Is that necessary?”
“Prolly not. But hot? Yes,” confirmed the Hunter, putting out his smoke and setting it on the nightstand, grinning…
Even though the Beast had some doubts, especially about sitting on a helmet, those doubts vanished when he was in the vicinity of Harold’s musk. Right away, he no longer doubted. A stupid grin was plastered on the Beast’s face; saliva dripped from his mouth. And through encouragement and coaxing, Adam was… Somehow sitting on the guy’s face?
It was closer to balance on the bed, with the guy below rather than sitting, but it seemed to be perfect as that mouth was at the angle to reach and lick Adam’s vulva. And the former Prince… Well, for once, the former Prince felt more than shame from that organ.
He was born male. With a manhood that had been praised by a few whores, those he welcomed. He had spent days, years, hiding his body until Lumière and Cogsworth learned about it. Even then, he didn’t reveal it to any else. Even less a perverted hunter. The fact that the Human knew right away was… Another reason why he gave in.
And so… Here was the Beast. No longer in control of his wits and needs. Rather, he became the complete incarnation of what the curse asked of him as he opened his large mouth, showing off those black lips, and started to suck on the Human’s cock, while having his body arched.
The other way, the Human had his mouth rushing to meet with the Beast’s vulva, licking, kissing, nibbling it.
At first, Harold went for the Labia, stroking and licking them, left then right. But as the “display” continued, the tongue traced the way inside. And soon, the Beast had his vulva penetrated by a tongue greedily collecting the fluids, lapping that honeypot like an addict, barely any different to the Beast sucking and choking on that cock.
They grumbled, they moaned… And more than that, they heaved like savages while Harold began to smack, rub, and feel the Beast’s asshole with one hand, the other going back to the vulva to stroke it, to have the index finger inserting inside, with much squelching, and the thumb pinching on the clitoris’ hood, tugging, fondling, caressing… And unleashing a whole lot of caresses until that hole, almost virgin, clenched like a tight fist and released more of that sweet honey on Harold’s face.
“Oh yeah… So wet for me,” chuckled the Hunter, knowing the Beast couldn’t answer in his state, too focused on slurping and sucking his hard-like-steel cock.
No, polishing it until it was a shiny spear, ready to take and impale whatever was on the way. Any spot, any veins, any little wrinkle made by the foreskin was the target of Beast’s sudden focus. Years of abstinence were undone by that instant, with the former Prince dedicated his mouth to swallowing any drop of precum, guzzling it down like water, while his long and wide tongue happily coiled and massaged the length with a prehensile quality.
Nothing… Nothing could stop him from doing a perfect work at sucking and pleasing that cock, making it throb and heat up with need… Except Harold’s hand.
“St-Stop. Or I’ll burst in yer mouth! C’me here… Wanna feel that cunt,” said Harold, snapping his fingers twice. And again, the Prince found himself with his face drippy but his wits returned. Enough for him to growl and move.
“It’s… I feel disgusting.”
“Ye might. But that’s sex. And ye like it, too.”
If Adam’s face weren’t covered in fur, it’d be red from the Shame. More so when he was forced to sit, his back presented to Harold, and to have the Hunter grip his tail like it was… Well, a handle.
“Watch it!”
“Sorry. Can’t resist,” answered the Hunter, still gripping and lifting that tail, passing his fingers over the soft fur covering the Prince’s ample and muscular posterior… Before he patted it. “Nice ass. Now… Lift it… Arch your back. Present yer ass. More. Lift more. Again.”
With Harold guiding, the Prince followed in arching his back, presenting his posterior with a better angle while lifting his parts, revealing his drippy and open vulva that was barely a few inches away from the Hunter’s groin, from that cock. The more the former Prince remained in the cock’s vicinity, the… Harder it was to resist it. To resist the passion and the desires to impale himself on it, like a bitch.
He salivated, he closed his eyes, he clenched his eyes, even his tail tried to slip free from the Hunter’s touch from his frustration.
“St… Stop,” moaned the Beast, saliva dripping from his clenched mouth. He had his teeth gritted, but nothing could stop the heat from spreading through his body, the closer he was to that disgusting Hunter.
He growled, he grunted… And soon, he mewled. Precisely the moment Harold gripped his cock to smack it against the Beast’s vulva, teasing the entrance with that wide cocktip.
“Ya want it, don’t ya? Go on… Say it!”
“Hrmph… I… Want to be free. Now… Give that to me.”
“Much. Obliged.”
And much obliged was the Hunter in running his hands over the Beast’s hips, helping him align, helping him stay steady… And helping him impale that nice cunt on his fat cock.
Soon enough, the Beast was hollering at the sheer burning heat now burning him through… While his vulva was spread by that spire, delving further and further within that silky embrace.
Even the Beast’s tail wagged from the joy while juices gushed all over the Human’s groin.
“Oh yes… The best… Hole from ‘em all! Ye’re… Oh fuck!” groaned the Hunter, his fingers digging into the Beast’s sides.
The Beast rode on, using his legs like pistons to impale himself on that cock. His face clenched. His lower lip dropped, his teeth showed. In that instant, pure joy and desire struck through the Beast as he was feeling… Pleasure for so long.
Pleasure he had been denying himself for so long, he thought he had almost forgotten it. And yet, here it was, in the presence of that lustful, greasy, bastardly Human, he couldn’t even see his face.
A Human who was gladly digging inside his buttcheeks, spreading them, playing with his asshole at the same time.
And the former Prince couldn’t resist, his face twisting and contorting as the waves of pleasure struck him, stretching and spreading across his firm body like tendrils. His vulva burned, his legs burned, his back burned, his brain was afire.
Saliva spewed despite his closed jaw, saliva that went far and wide, hitting the bed’s edge and further. Likewise to his honey, spraying and hitting forward, tracing a reeking line forward as he cried and groaned.
“Yeah! That’s it! Ride it out! Make me proud, big Beast! Ride it until the sun goes down!” shouted Harold, laughing and grunting, a mix that did not bode well for stamina… Usually.
Yet, Beast was riding and bouncing, feeling the stiff organ inside him. Adam’s heart thumped midst his chest, but resonated through his nethers with each movement… With each thrust downward he dared to do, until he was squatting, the hands between his thighs and the Human’s, squirting all over his arms.
“HRMPHH!” he cried, his knees trembling from pleasure and anticipation. Even his neck craned, his horns pointing up as he was trying to silence the roar that dared to escape his lips.
And then…
SMACK!
With one finger delving and digging within the Prince’s asshole, stretching it, tempting it, Harold had his hand smacking the Prince’s plump posterior. A wide smack repeated again, thrice, fourth, and then more. A count quickly lost by the Prince as the smack pushing him to straighten up, and therefore allow that cock to slip free. An error as the mere rubbing against his inner walls sent him roaring again, filling the castle’s walls and its surroundings with his echoing roar. He cried, his mouth opened, same as his jaw. His tongue slipped out, much like a beast, and spit flew left and right.
It was bestial. He was a beast. A sex-addicted beast, sniffing the air and getting high on the musk surrounding the Hunter.
He even licked his lips, no longer restraining that sexual appetite while his cunt clenched and tightened, firmly holding onto Harold in what was the first orgasm the Prince felt, or had felt in a while.
His body became steel, hardened, rigid, stiff. Then… As much as the wave of pleasure hitting him, that passed. It passed… And with it, the Beast relaxed, only to impale himself again on that cock, feeling the mushroom-like tip rub against his depths, against the walls that kept sending that sparkling pleasure across the Beast’s body.
A crescendo that would hit the Beast again, in another orgasm, into another potent orgasm that sent his vulva clenching and holding the Hunter tight and firm.
Then, again… he released. So he released the tension all over his face. His eyelids dropped, his mouth opened and jaw slacked. Even his nostrils dilated while the Beast dropped again, his posterior and cunt narrowly hitting the nethers. And again… There was a smack, making the Beast grow tense and stiff, forcing him to lift himself.
A sort of… Loop. One in which the Beast was starting to become more proactive, more reactive, as his breath quickened, as his saliva dripped all over his fur. As… Even his mind started to blank, drifting away only to pick up moments later. Sometimes it happened at the apex of the penetration, only to return when the Hunter’s cock was almost out. And sometimes, it happened out of nowhere and seemed nothing had changed except the growing mark of fluids absorbed by the sheets.
And beneath, the Hunter kept laughing and grunting, seemingly capable of enduring such assault without a break. Harold sometimes gargled… But it didn’t lead to an orgasm as the Human kept egging the Beast on, to force him to lift and stretch.
“Higher! And tighter! I wanna feel your grip on my cock! Strangle my lil’ soldier!” laughed the Human during the last smack, sending the Beast howling.
“I wanna hear you beg! And cry! All while I spray yer cunt! Hear me?!”
Oh, the Beast heard it all. His ears twitched at the faintest of sounds. But his thoughts seemed to drift away while he had that cock digging his cunt, rearranging it… Until… Until he felt it. A drop. No… Something different from the usual precum.
More than that, Harold had started to heave and go silent. Even his fingers had been calm, no longer digging the Beast’s asshole but instead digging the sides while those hips began to hump and pump, adding to the sensation the former Prince felt.
Signs that couldn’t be any wrong as Adam sensed that cock hitting so much further, he felt it was about to break something.
And then, a growl escaped the lips. Harold’s lips. Not Adam’s.
A growl so deep and bestial, it was almost a wolf living in that Human’s skin, under the helmet. But no, it was not. And so, as the Beast was fully down, with that cock firmly lodged inside his cunt, he felt… The burning hot semen pouring inside.
It was sticky, dense, reeking, musky. It dripped along the cock’s length, slipping free amidst the precum and squirt. But it was also… tingling. Stimulating. Teasing.
Its mere presence was enough to draw a stupid smile on the Beast’s face as he felt something like pangs of pleasure within his nethers, growing and hitting the walls no different than the Human’s cock a moment before. But they were more intimate, more… Attuned to the Beast as he grumbled and groaned, no longer moving while Harold’s cum kept pumping and spraying his cunt.
Spraying again and again… Until… Finally, Harold pushed on the Beast’s posterior, smacked that ass and forced the former Prince to lean forward, straighten… And finally released that cock as it kept pumping all over that gaping cunt, hairy ass, and hairier backside.
More cum, more fluids kept spewing from Harold’s cock like a geyser before it dropped on Adam’s back, repainting the fur white before the Hunter dropped down on the bed, his loins and belly covered with fluids, too. His shirt, what remained of it, was a reeking ruin… Much like the bedsheets, thoroughly damp with fluids.
And the Beast… In an instant of clarity, looked around. His mind was returning, despite the scent, despite the musk that kept clinging to his nose. And he looked at the sheets drapped with squirt, with piss, with precum… And with that cum that kept pouring from his cunt.
And as he looked down, the former Prince saw how swollen were his guts as he was still squatting above the Human’s legs, unable to stop that tidal wave that kept coming with loud spurts, each time that cunt clenched.
“Hhh… That’s… Impossible,” groaned the Prince, breathless as he couldn’t stop clenching, feeling each contraction like a spark coursing through his back. But yes, it was possible. It felt like gallons had been pumped inside him and no amount of contraction could push them out… Not fast enough for him to feel… Exhausted. Drained. Barely capable of standing in balance, squatting as he was.
“I…”
“No! No! Don’t-HRMPH!”
In that instant, Harold ended up crushed by the Beast’s back, unable to peel himself free from the massive weight pining him down… And the fast asleep former Prince, who looked like a pouch that had been sprayed with milk and other reeking fluids, amidst the chaos of fabric and wood that was his canopy bed.
“My luck...”