the library, I waited until he once again settled
in the corner before speaking.
“I have a proposal. I know when aroused, you
have certain pent energies...”
He made a choking noise.
“...that need to be released or you become
tense and angry. However, have you considered that releasing these
pent energies might be counterproductive toward your goal of a full
night with the enchantress?”
“It crossed my mind as I sat in this very
corner yesterday,” he said sardonically.
“I’m speaking of a larger sacrifice,” I said,
excited that he understood and seemed willing to discuss the topic.
“You’ve been doing the same thing for fifty years. What if you did
not visit the enchantress for a week or two while letting your
energies build? It might give you an advantage.”
“A week,” he scoffed.
“I’ll help you. You just need to stay focused
on the goal—your freedom.”
He remained quiet in the corner for so long I
began to pace. Perhaps, I’d assumed too much by speaking openly of
his physical needs. It seemed that no one actually spoke of that in
polite conversation, discounting the sisters of course.
“Perhaps, you’re right,” he said slowly.
“This could work.”
I stopped pacing and smiled at him.
“And, I suppose you want something in return
for your help?” he said mulishly.
I fought not to roll my eyes.
“Not everything needs to be a trade or part
of some deal. I’m helping to be helpful. That’s all.” And, maybe,
by being so, I would win my own freedom.
He grunted, but said nothing more.
* * * *
Several days later, I struggled to maintain
my temper as I faced the beast over breakfast. He paced back and
forth in front of the door, his familiar mist cloaking him.
The day before he’d tried excusing himself
often. However, each time I had quickly followed him, certain that
he would try to find the wood nymph or some other substitute.
Now, he was surly and seemed to no longer
care if I stayed at the estate or chose to flee. He had ordered me
to take my day to visit my family.
“You can’t order me to do that,” I said. “I
choose the day I visit.”
For a moment, he paused his pacing to face
me. An angry spark lit his eyes. When he resumed his pace, I set my
fork down and quickly rose from my chair, ready to run if there
seemed a need.
“You bore me, and I want time alone,” he said
with impatience and anger.
“Sir,” I said, trying for a calm, soft voice.
“It has only been a few days. Think of your freedom.”
“I’m tired of thinking of it,” he roared at
me with such passion that his breath fluttered my hair.
“Let’s go for a walk outside,” I said, trying
a different approach.
He spun toward me and took a step with each
word he spoke.
“I do not want to walk outside. I want to
fuck.” He stood nose to nose with me, his breath fanning my
face.
“Precisely why we need to calm you,” I said,
sensing my dangerous position.
He studied me for a long moment, then his
tongue darted out to lap at my neck. I squeaked in surprise. He
growled in response and stood on two legs, pulling me close. I only
reached the bottom of his sternum when he stood, and his fur
pressed into my face. I felt the length of his penis between my
breasts.
He arched into me. I would have fallen
backward if not for his arms holding me steady.
“Stop,” I ordered him, trying to pull away.
My movement only seemed to excite his thrusting. “You’re hurting
me.” His root was bruising my ribs, and I felt a stab of pity for
the wood nymph who had endured him. He was too large.
When he didn’t listen, I stomped on first one
paw, then the other. He roared but pulled away from me, dropping to
all fours.
“There will be no fornicating,” I yelled at
him.
We glared at each other for a moment, then
his temper erupted. He lashed out and flipped the table over,
sending the dishes flying. This time, I covered my face to prevent
injury. When he finished his fit and stood there
in the corner before speaking.
“I have a proposal. I know when aroused, you
have certain pent energies...”
He made a choking noise.
“...that need to be released or you become
tense and angry. However, have you considered that releasing these
pent energies might be counterproductive toward your goal of a full
night with the enchantress?”
“It crossed my mind as I sat in this very
corner yesterday,” he said sardonically.
“I’m speaking of a larger sacrifice,” I said,
excited that he understood and seemed willing to discuss the topic.
“You’ve been doing the same thing for fifty years. What if you did
not visit the enchantress for a week or two while letting your
energies build? It might give you an advantage.”
“A week,” he scoffed.
“I’ll help you. You just need to stay focused
on the goal—your freedom.”
He remained quiet in the corner for so long I
began to pace. Perhaps, I’d assumed too much by speaking openly of
his physical needs. It seemed that no one actually spoke of that in
polite conversation, discounting the sisters of course.
“Perhaps, you’re right,” he said slowly.
“This could work.”
I stopped pacing and smiled at him.
“And, I suppose you want something in return
for your help?” he said mulishly.
I fought not to roll my eyes.
“Not everything needs to be a trade or part
of some deal. I’m helping to be helpful. That’s all.” And, maybe,
by being so, I would win my own freedom.
He grunted, but said nothing more.
* * * *
Several days later, I struggled to maintain
my temper as I faced the beast over breakfast. He paced back and
forth in front of the door, his familiar mist cloaking him.
The day before he’d tried excusing himself
often. However, each time I had quickly followed him, certain that
he would try to find the wood nymph or some other substitute.
Now, he was surly and seemed to no longer
care if I stayed at the estate or chose to flee. He had ordered me
to take my day to visit my family.
“You can’t order me to do that,” I said. “I
choose the day I visit.”
For a moment, he paused his pacing to face
me. An angry spark lit his eyes. When he resumed his pace, I set my
fork down and quickly rose from my chair, ready to run if there
seemed a need.
“You bore me, and I want time alone,” he said
with impatience and anger.
“Sir,” I said, trying for a calm, soft voice.
“It has only been a few days. Think of your freedom.”
“I’m tired of thinking of it,” he roared at
me with such passion that his breath fluttered my hair.
“Let’s go for a walk outside,” I said, trying
a different approach.
He spun toward me and took a step with each
word he spoke.
“I do not want to walk outside. I want to
fuck.” He stood nose to nose with me, his breath fanning my
face.
“Precisely why we need to calm you,” I said,
sensing my dangerous position.
He studied me for a long moment, then his
tongue darted out to lap at my neck. I squeaked in surprise. He
growled in response and stood on two legs, pulling me close. I only
reached the bottom of his sternum when he stood, and his fur
pressed into my face. I felt the length of his penis between my
breasts.
He arched into me. I would have fallen
backward if not for his arms holding me steady.
“Stop,” I ordered him, trying to pull away.
My movement only seemed to excite his thrusting. “You’re hurting
me.” His root was bruising my ribs, and I felt a stab of pity for
the wood nymph who had endured him. He was too large.
When he didn’t listen, I stomped on first one
paw, then the other. He roared but pulled away from me, dropping to
all fours.
“There will be no fornicating,” I yelled at
him.
We glared at each other for a moment, then
his temper erupted. He lashed out and flipped the table over,
sending the dishes flying. This time, I covered my face to prevent
injury. When he finished his fit and stood there
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