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Into The Maw Of The Beast

Chapter Eight

The beast comes to collect a girl from your village every year. When you are chosen, you don't realise that the beast is a man. A man under a curse that only you can break.

A beauty and the beast retelling

Warnings: talks of death and dead people

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For once, Max wasn't watching you through the mirror. He watched you through the window as you read in the library.

He was in the yard, trimming the bushes with Charles at his side. "She'll be happy you're finally taking care of her," Charles mumbled as he pulled up weeds.

"She better be," Max mumbled, tearing his eyes away from you to look at the castle.

With a sly grin, Charles looked up at his master. "Any reason you wanna start taking care of the castle again?"

Max shrugged his shoulders, but he looked at you. Still reading your book, still sitting on the window seat.

A collection of wild flowers sprouted from the ground beside him. A gift from the castle, a gift to help him out.

Max picked them from the ground. He brushed the dirt from the stems, swallowed his nerves, and stepped towards the castle.

Doors opened for him, leading him to you. He didn't need leading, but the castle did it anyway. She took him through the halls and into the library.

"Hello?" He heard your voice ring out.

Max cleared his throat. He checked on the flowers, ensured they hadn't lost their petals on his short walk through the house. He hadn't felt anxiety like this since he was a human.

He stepped towards her, his footsteps echoing throught the library. His cheeks were pink as he approached you.

"Hi."

You said it before he got the chance to. His mouth was dry as he looked down at you, his clothes feeling entirely too tight.

He held the flowers out towards you. Putting down the book, you took them from him, held them against your chest as if they were precious, as if they were more than flowers from his garden. "Thank you, Max," you whispered as you looked at them.

The bouquet was beautiful, colourful, but it held some of the white flowers that had adorned your hair when you first came to the castle.

Max would have given anything to see you wearing those flowers once again. He sat on the window seat beside you and drummed his fingers against the surface.

"I was wondering if you wanted to join me for dinner tonight," he said quickly.

For a moment, you just looked at him. You searched his blue eyes for... he didn't know. But it was the most anxiety inducing moment of his life.

"I'd love to," you replied. A vase seemed to roll into the room. A floorboard lifted it up right and water appeared within. You placed your flowers within.

Picking up your book, you laid it on your lap. "Would you like to come and read with me, Max?" You offered and patted the space beside you.

Something hit his back, pushing him forward. Max went with it, slipping into the seat beside you. There was a little bit space between the two of you, but you soon closed that gap. "Have you read this one before?" You asked.

"I haven't."

He had.

You made yourself comfortable and held the book open. Your thumb held the page open, about halfway through the book. And then you opened your mouth and began telling him about the book.

There was so many things you had missed. So many themes, so many things you had missed between the two characters. From your telling, the love story felt incomplete, but you were clearly enjoying the book.

The Max from a hundred years ago would have told you all of this. The Max from a hundred years ago would have stopped what you were saying to inform you about everything you had missed while you were reading. But he didn't he stayed quiet, just to listen to the sound of your voice.

He didn't expect you to settle against him, to begin reading to him. But you did. You threw your legs over his lap if you were more than a prisoner in his castle, as if he was more than a monster.

For the first moment, Max held his breath. At any second, you would realise what you were doing, you would pull away from him. But you didn't. You just kept on reading. And Max kept on listening to the sweet sound of your voice.

***

It was only a couple of hours until the sun went down, a couple of hours until Max became the beast again.

But he stood in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up as he listened to whatever Yuki said. He'd never cooked for himself before, always had staff to do it for him, would always have staff to do it for him.

But this dinner was special. This dinner was for you.

"How long is it going to take?" Max asked sharply as they waited for the food to cook.

"It takes as long as it takes," Yuki replied. He was trying to stay calm, trying not to lose his head at his employer.

The sky was painted orange and Max could feel the itching beginning beneath his skin. Just a few more hours until he became the beast. He had to get dinner with you over with before he changed.

"I can take care of the rest," Yuki mumbled, watching the way Max glared at a spot on the table. "Go and get her." He took a risk and nodded back, nodded towards the hall.

Max looked around at the mess in the kitchen. The old Max would have left the mess as it was. But he'd spent over a hundred years with these people; he'd come to respect these men more than his father would ever approve of.

But the way Yuki was looking at him, the way he was urging him to go, Max nodded. "Thank you."

Brother sat on the tip of his tongue. Brother. But the man he called his brother was long dead, the one thing of any value the curse took from him.

Brother. He would have loved you. He would have made you feel so at home in the castle, would have made you laugh and smile like nobody else. He would have convinced you not to stay, would've made you not want to leave.

Max tried to stop thinking about it as he made his way to his room. He always hated thinking about Daniel, hated pretending he didn't exist. But it was better that way, better for all of his staff if they pretended Daniel never existed.

"I don't know what to wear," he admitted as he stepped into his room.

His wardrobe slowly opened. At first, the wardrobe presented him with nothing, like it also didn't know how to dress him. A sharp breath left his lips as he waited.

"Any day now, please," he mumbled. He didn't mean to be rude, not in the slightest. But it was only a couple of hours until he was no longer human.

Finally, the wardrobe presented him with something.

***

"I don't know," you said as you looked at the dress. It wasn't the first dress the wardrobe had presented you with, but it just wasn't right. You didn't know how to dress for dinner, didn't want something too over the top if it was just that, dinner.

You put the dress on your bed. The wardrobe presented you with another one. It was a gorgeous deep red, the underskirts such a pretty green. There seemed to be plants, vines, climbing up the dress, curling around the bodice.

It was so damn pretty, but it was definitely too much.

The wardrobe gave you another dress. This one was a simple, midnight blue with a couple of silver stars dancing up the skirt. The sleeves were long, the neckline low.

"It's perfect," you said as you laid it over the back of the chair. "Thank you."

The wardrobe drawer opened and shut.

Sucking in a steadying breath, you began getting into the dress. Everything in the wardrobe fit you in just the way you liked. The dress was no exception. You pulled the sleeves up your arms and struggled to get it closed.

But it was on and you looked beautiful.

a/n: creative burnout is so real :/ (sorry for the wait)

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[callsign-swan]

My Bookworm

Carlos's girlfriend like to read smutty books. What more can I say?

warnings: 18+, smut, oral (male receiving), slight switchy dom/sub dymanics, biting, p in v, cringe dirty talk (you've been warned), unprotected sex

"What are you reading?"

As soon as the words left his lips, she snapped her book shut and held it against her chest. "Nothing," she said suddenly as she stood up.

There was a certain look of guilt on her face, one Carlos couldn't place. He looked at the cover of her book, red with a girl on half of it. Unassuming, fantasy if he knew her (which he did).

"Querida?" He raised his eyebrows at her. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," she said quickly, holding the book behind her back. "I love you."

Now, Carlos knew she loved him. He was aware of just how much she loved him (she was very expressive). But it was the way she said it. So quickly, so insisting. She was being suspicious.

He quirked his brow. But then he reached his hand out towards her and pulled her close. "What are you hiding?" He whispered as he grabbed her chin and titled her chin towards his face.

"Nothing." All she had to do was stand on her tiptoes and she would be kissing him. "Definitely not an insanely smutty book."

Carlos raised his eyebrows. "Smutty book?"

"Yeah, you know," she mumbled, one hand leaving her book to cup his cheek. "Character A and character B getting freaky."

It wasn't the most eloquent way of putting it, wasn't the most sexy way of putting it, but it got the job done.

Carlos released a breath. "Getting freaky?" He asked, reaching to take the book from her hands. "What do they do, mi amor?" His voice was sultry, breathless, almost had her squirming where she stood.

Her smile grew shy, but it wasn't real. She dug her toe into the carpet and pulled her lip between her teeth. "Biting," she said softly, dropping the book to wrap both arms around his neck. "She gets on her knees-" She dropped to her knees. "-Opens his belt-" She opened his belt. "-And sucks him off."

Carlos's breath caught in his throat as she pulled him from his trousers. Book discarded behind her (the pages folding against the carpet from where she had dropped it, but neither of them could bring themselves to care).

He watched as she pulled him from his underwear. Her fingers wrapped around him, so damn delicately pretty around him. Pink nails against his cock, looking up at him through her thick lashes.

Carlos's hand found her head. Gently, he stroked her hair back, kept his hand resting there as she moved forward and took him into her mouth.

A mix of a gasp and a groan left his lips. She blinked, her lips wrapped around him, but she wasn't moving, just holding him in her mouth. "Is this what they do in those books of yours?"

She sucked in, hollowed her cheeks around him as she nodded. Carlos drew in a sharp breath.

She worked him, bobbing her head up and down his shaft as she sucked him off. Carlos threw his head back. He kept his hand on the back of her head, moving it with her movements. Not quite pushing her along, but helping her to keep the pace.

But that was just the starter, a simple taste of what was to come. Her hand cupped his balls as she pulled away, resting her chin against his thigh as she looked up at him.

Gorgeous. She was simply gorgeous. With drool on her chin and her eyes a little bleary. She would look better with his cum painting his face. But that would come later (and so would he).

"What else do they do in those books of yours?"

She pushed him onto the sofa. Carlos didn't resist, falling back onto the cushions. When she climbed on top of him, he didn't protest. When she pulled off his shirt, he didn't protest.

Her hands were on him, touching his chest, his shoulders. She helped him out of his trousers and his underwear before sitting back on top of him.

Fully naked beneath, Carlos released a breath. God, they had never been in this position before. Him beneath her, her still fully clothed on top of him.

If this was what came of her reading those smutty books, he'd buy her however many she wanted.

She wrapped her hand around his cock. "In one of the books I've been reading, he takes her against the wall," she whispered and leaned in close to him.

Her teeth closed around the skin of his neck. It wasn't hard, but it was so damn unexpected, it had him drawing in a sharp breath. "Fuck," he hissed, his eyes shutting. A moan and a groan rolled into one left his lips. "Fuck, querida," he moaned.

When she released him, there was a mark. An indent in his skin, her bite mark. "They also bite in my book," she said with a giggle.

His hands found her hips. Carlos pulled her towards him, flush against him. His cock, rock hard, was trapped between them. His fingers dug into her flesh, dragging her towards him and moving her back.

But then he grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. "That's better," he said, his voice nearly at a growl. It sent a shiver down her spine.

She was still rocking against him as he tried to help her wiggle out of her shorts and underwear. She lifted her hips as he shimmied them down her legs.

Discarding her clothes on the floor, he pressed himself against her. Sat on the sofa, his legs parted, her resting on his thighs. "You want me to fuck you?" He whispered, his voice coming out like a growl.

"Yes," she said breathlessly.

"Tell me."

"I want you to fuck me."

Carlos obeyed. He helped her raise onto her knees, held himself steady and lowered her onto him. He slipped inside of her with ease, like he was meant to be there.

Like she was built for him, moulded to fit him. She released a noise from her lips, a whine of desperation.

It was slow at first, Carlos using his grip on her to rock her. But then he gripped her ass, lifting her onto his knees.

His hips thrusted up. A cry left her lips as she gripped his shoulder. Fast paced, hips meeting hers in desperate thrusts. Breathy moans left their lips, their grips growing tighter on each other.

"Can the men in your books do this?" He grunted, gripping her ass tight enough to leave bruises.

A whining cry left her lips. She kissed his shoulder before sinking her teeth in.

There was something about it, something that made him animalistic. His thrusts grew faster, his moans and groans growing louder. Withdrawing his hand, he brought it back in a bruising slap. She tightened her jaw, the force of her bite growing.

His fucking girl.

"Fucking like that?"

She fucking loved it.

She slumped forward, releasing him with her teeth. "Carlos!" She cried, nails dragging across his skin. It was gonna leave a mark, one to add to her collection.

When she came, it wasn't with an explosive cry. Her body tightened and trembled until she slumped against him. So damn tight, squeezing him.

Carlos gave a few more thrusts. "Nearly there," he grunted between thrusts.

He came inside of her. Breathlessly, Carlos slipped out of her and pulled her against his chest. "Fuck, Carlos," she whimpered, her head against his chest. "You're incredible."

"Better than the boys in your books?"

"Much better."

He had a grin on his face as he kissed the top of her head. "My bookworm."