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Chapter 6
The Beast
He is just about to rip the bed to shreds when his ears perk at a noise downstairs. He turns, focusing his senses. Footsteps on the stairs, the scent of fresh blood, apple, and something else, something familiar. He will tear apart the unlucky soul that chose this night to pilfer his home. He steps out into the hallway, letting out a low growl to strike fear into the heart of this would be thief.
‘Big brown eyes.’ Not loving, not trusting. Frozen in fear. ‘What? No. Why did she come back? She ran away. This is a trick!’ He roars and swipes towards her, anger and disbelief clouding his rational thought. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” he roars, loudly enough to shake the very walls around them. This causes her to shriek, and cower. He catches her by the neck and lifts her up. Her weight is nothing to him. He growls to himself as he heads back into the bedroom with her. Time for the beast to have his fun.
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She cries out and coughs as she is thrown onto the bed, gasping for air. The beast towers over her, licking his chops. She tries to move away from him as he reaches for her again, grabbing her by the ankle and pulling her towards the edge of the bed. “No! Please stop! HELP!” She tries to choke out.
It is of no use, she is nothing against this huge beast. She hopes he eats her quickly. Quick enough not to feel it. She screws her eyes shut and cries for her master. Oh, how is he going to feel, coming home to this? Coming home to her gone. No longer able to give him pleasure. ‘Oh Master, Daddy. I am sorry. So sorry. I should have shut the door.’
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The beast looks down at the squirming fighting girl beneath him. He holds her ankle tightly and reaches for the other, holding them wide apart in the air in front of him. Her bottom is up off the bed and he can smell her. Oh can he smell her. He leans down and snakes out his long tongue, delving it straight into her tight hole. She immediately bucks against him, screaming. Screaming something. All he can focus on is her tight walls clenching around his tongue, and her sweet, pure taste. His tongue wiggles inside her wanting to taste every last inch of her, delving into the deepest recesses of silky hole.
‘Mmm, Gods she tastes good. Wait, what did she just say?’ He drops her back down to the bed and lunges over her, a hand on her throat and his muzzle pressed to her nose.
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She feels her other ankle grabbed, her body partially lifted off the bed. She cries out as she feels his hot breath on her, and then- ‘OH!’ She feels the intense pressure of his thick tongue forcefully enter into her, warm and moving. He wasn’t going to eat her! He was going to take what belonged to her master! She screamed at him, struggled, and tried to get him to stop.
She felt his tongue press all the way against the back of her. “NO! That is for my master!!” She screams. “Daddy! Help!”
Her screams finally garner his attention as he drops her to the bed, his claws once more around her neck. She finds herself face to face with the steely grey eyes of the beast. ‘Those eyes.’ She struggles for breath. “Daddy?” She thinks to herself as her world goes dark.
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The beast huffs as her body goes limp beneath him. It wouldn’t be the first time this has happened. The beast will have his fun anyway. His tongue snakes out, tasting her mouth. Apple. He moves slowly down her body, her breasts moving gently up and down with her breaths. Still alive. His tongue works its way over first one breast, then the other, taking in the random tastes of her skin mixed with soap and the forest. He gets to her belly button before the scent of her sex reminds him what he is after.
He lets out a satisfied howl as he lifts her legs and forces his now oversized beasthood into her too small opening.
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Chapter 7
Recovery
She awakes to the sun low in the sky, the chirp of the morning birds long past. She shifts and pain shoots through her, her entire body is achy. She lets out a low moan as that feeling jerks her rudely from her slumber.
She tries not to move, as her eyes dart to his side of the bed. Empty. She hears the familiar sound of water running in the bathtub. Her mouth opens to call out to him, but the words stick in her sore throat, refusing to come. She wonders why, as the events of last night come crashing back to her. The beast. His eyes. ‘Daddy?’
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He thinks he hears her stirring over the sound of the tub filling. He has thought that ten times now, each time met with her sleeping form. ‘Please be awake.’ He thinks to himself as he peeks into the bedroom once more. This time his heart skips a beat as those big brown eyes look back at him.
He fights the lump in his throat as he rushes towards her, seeing uncertainty for the first time in those big doe eyes. ‘Of course, why wouldn’t she be scared.’ What had he done to her in his stupid fit of rage. So certain that she had run away from him. But she hadn’t. She came home. And here she lay, battered and bruised because of his raging beast.
He fights back a whimper seeing her like this and gently scoops her out of the bed, cradling her against his chest. “Shhh Shhh, its ok baby. I’m here. I will take care of you.”
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She tries to speak again as she sees a figure move towards the bathroom door, her eyes wide with fear and worry. ‘It’s him.’ Her master. Oh, what we he think of her lying here like this. Was he angry? Please, heaven don’t let him be angry. She tried so hard to be good.
He rushes towards, her. ‘Oh no, he is angry! No, wait. He looks worried, he looks.. Sad?’ As much as it hurts to move she welcomes his strong arms around her, his hushed words of comfort in her ear. She closes her eyes as he holds her against his chest, feeling his heart beating as rapidly as hers. She focuses on this as he carries her towards the bathroom, towards the sound of water.
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He breathes in the scent of her as he carries her towards the bathroom. She still smells slightly woodsy. Mixed with her natural scent, it is intoxicating. If only this is what he had come home to. Seeing her happily home from a hike in the woods. Taking in her scent and then tasting it on her. Tasting her. ‘I did do that.’
He pauses. Deep regret runs through him once again as he kneels to gently lower her into the bubble bath.
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She tries to gasp as she sinks down into the warm soapy water and away from the safety of his chest, stinging pain shooting up from between her legs. All she manages is a throaty whine. She clenches her fists under the water and closes her eyes to keep the tears from falling.
She takes a deep breath and focuses on the warmth of the water, the soft smell of the soap. The mellow spiciness, and the loving and gentle touch of his hands as he bathes her.
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He winces at her reaction to the water, knowing full well it had nothing to do with the temperature. He had spent an inordinate amount of time fussing over it, fighting with himself over what a proper temperature should be. Not too hot, warm enough to be comforting.
He clenches his jaw as he sets to work, gently bathing her. Her trek through the woods had done enough of a number on her before he ever got a hold of her. Her perfect body was littered with fine scratches, which he tried to trace as gently as possible.
He reached for the sponge, to squeeze water into her hair. A sigh caught as a lump in his throat as his eyes moved over the dark bruises on her neck. Those did not happen in the woods. Those were all him. “How are you doing baby? Are you ok?” He asks her, his tone softer than ever.
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The stinging was finally settling into a dull ache when she hears the soft rumbling of his voice asking how she was. She opens her eyes to look up at him. Her master, doting over her so entirely. He looked truly worried over her. Was she really that special to him? He could have any number of girls if he wished. And she felt so … ‘Broken.’
She swallows, attempting to speak again. Words came, but they are difficult, and weak. “You make me feel better Daddy. Thank you for taking care of me.” Her last word came as more of a squeak than a word, her throat not really up to the task of talking.
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His heart melts as her brown eyes open up for him once more. It melts further with her response. She wasn’t even upset at him. She thanked him. ‘THANKED ME! Me who doesn’t deserve thanks, doesn’t deserve her. I don’t deserve those big brown eyes looking up at me like I did no wrong.’
He will never do another thing to make those big brown eyes look at him like she had last night. Fear, pain. ‘Never again.’ He grinds his teeth as he finishes bathing her. He will be the man she thinks he is if it kills him.
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