The Virgin And The Beast Novels & Stories

His hands tighten around my waist, his fingers digging in gently. When his body relaxes against mine, the rhythm of our union slowly settles into a calm stillness. Here, in the hush of the night, something fragile and fierce begins to grow. I am no longer the servant girl in a cold cellar, no longer invisible. Here, in these walls, I am seen. I am Xelina, Princess of Virechant.

“Tonight, it will remember yours.” I swallowed. “What do I have to do?” She extended her hand, and a silver flame lit in her palm. “You must claim another in name. You must say the words aloud, bind your aura, and offer a piece of your spirit. It will not be a full mating—but it will be enough to deceive the old powers watching her.” “And the woman?” I asked. “Who is she?” Saria turned toward the trees. And from the shadows, someone stepped into the circle.

I didn’t want to. His bedroom door clicked shut behind us, and suddenly I was on his bed, beneath him, hair fanned out across the pillows. He paused, forehead resting against mine. “I need to ask you something,” he whispered. “Okay.” “Are you sure?” I looked up at him. “I’m a virgin,” I said. “But I’m not afraid of you.” His hands shook slightly as he touched my cheek. “You don’t have to prove anything.” “I’m not trying to,” I whispered. “I just… want you. Not because of the contract. Not because of the baby. Just you.”

This time, she didn't get up. "You monster," I breathed. "Monster?" He laughed, high-pitched and sharp. "No, sweet child. I'm simply a man who understands duty. The blood moon demands a virgin sacrifice, and he grows... restless when kept waiting." He gestured to his soldiers. "Take her." Rough hands seized my arms, hauling me toward the door. The last thing I saw was my mother's broken form sprawled across the cold floor, one hand reaching helplessly toward her daughter.

The vulnerability in his begging sent a fresh gush of wetness between my legs; this pure man, reduced to animalistic need by our touch. Maria grinned wickedly, shedding her habit completely now, her full breasts swaying as she positioned herself on all fours beside him, ass high and inviting, pussy lips puffy and dripping. 'Then take me first, Father. Show us how a virgin claims his sluts.' I helped him up, guiding his trembling hands to her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as if anchoring himself to reality. He knelt behind her, cock rigid again, veins pulsing with renewed blood, the tip nudging her entrance.

“No, it’s not a coincidence, the gymnasium is named after my family. Now that we’ve introduced ourselves, I trust that I’ll not have any more interruptions when I use the punching bag.” Evan Alston watched the threesome from his position against the wall. He had been as enraptured as everyone else at the strength and skill displayed by the tiny woman. It had been astonishing to see the woman defeat men three times her size. He became even more intrigued when he overheard someone whisper her identity. The Beast.

Nobody is here, so I'll just take a quick look around. My fingers brushed apart the beads, and just like Alice in Wonderland, I fell headfirst down the rabbit hole and straight into a BDSM playroom. “Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?” A disembodied female voice from yonder called out from God knows where. I stood as still as a statue, embarrassed to be caught gawking at all the heavy BDSM equipment in the chamber. I spun around startled, letting the beads fall back into place with a clatter. Then I came face to face with a beautiful, mature woman with raven-colored hair and steely gray eyes.

I'd get so sick I'd have to stop, always stuck with my V-card. My best friend thought it was hilarious that I was still a virgin and in college, but I wasn't laughing. Not even a little. The whole thing scared the absolute crap out of me. After finishing up my makeup and twisting my dark hair into a neat updo, I spun around to face Gail. "Well, how do I look?" I asked, giving a little twirl. "Looking like a million bucks. But wouldn't you be more comfortable in sweats instead of those killer heels and that red dress you bought last week? Thought you were saving that for tomorrow's party."

Jave reacted with a confusion with his face. "What I mean, will they have to check my genitals if it's still as tight it supposed to be, before they allow me to enter the church," Febbie explained sarcastically with soft voice. "You made a point," Elyze said while chewing her food. "All this time you're still a virgin, and still a virgin among us?" Maxine asked me while smirking. "So? It's not a big deal tho," I defended. "Boi, you have to," Maxine replied with her sarcastic voice.

Unbelievably daring blues catch the fall with a barbarous passion forcing him to ultimately examine our position. My dress has advanced further up my quivering thighs whilst the upper swell of my breasts peeks out my attire with a naive enticement. They seem to shine with a vigour that his carnal blues indulge brazenly in with an immoral craving. My flesh summons him as a siren would and he grapples to answer her beguiling melody. He fights to breathe, his firm palms shivering with the magnitude of the attempt to restrain his beast that stands haughtily behind barriers admiring me.