Hunted: An Erotic Retelling of Beauty and the Beast (An Adult Fairy Tale Novel) (24 page)

The barricade between the women and the men fighting Pinem'e was gone.  The beast noticed this and leered at them, snarling in lascivious satisfaction.

"Well, fuck," Matilda said.

It was so ridiculous and out of place that Danya wanted to both laugh and cry all at once.  This was their savior?  This woman?  What was she, and what use did she have?  Why did Beatrix summon her?  Danya didn't know a thing about witchcraft, but this hardly seemed like the answer to their problems.  It hardly seemed like the answer to anyone's problems.  Did they really need one more person to feed the savage fallen angel's bloodlust?  Was another death necessary?

"Blood could seal it," Matilda said quickly.

Beatrix nodded.  "They haven't been able to cut it, though.  I thought of that, but I couldn't do it on my own, anyways."

"Who do we want to seal it in?  One of the boys?  They look grown up now, don't they?  So cute!  I remember their grandfather.  Great-grandfather?  How many 'greats' should I add?  How long have I been gone?"

"Matilda!"

"Oh, hush."  Matilda deftly dodged to the side when the demon pounced towards her.  "Feisty thing, ain't it?"

"Matty, please!" Dante said.  "Help Beatrix!"

"I'm doing it!  I can't just make magic out of nothing, you know?"

Danya fumed with unrepentant anger.  She held her naked sister in her arms, dealing with the aftermath of being ravaged by some monstrous entity, and here everyone was, doing nothing about it.  It all looked flashy, but for what?  What use was any of this?  Nothing, none, never.  Magic was pointless, she thought.  It seemed wonderful from the outside looking in, but once she gained a better taste of what it could do, she disliked it.  A pie made of pure rhubarb might look delightful and lushly red, but it would pucker your lips and leave you sour with just one bite; which was exactly how she felt about this magical business right now.

Alena mumbled, whispering to Danya.  "I think that woman's a witch," she said.

Danya stared at the newcomer, not convinced.  "How can you tell?"

"I don't know, but she moves differently.  A normal person can't move like that."

The demon slashed at Beatrix, who gained the protection of Everett's sword at the last moment.  Warded off, Pinem'e went for Matilda once more.  The woman just shifted away, like before, but she didn't
step
to the side exactly.  Danya blinked, unsure.  For all the oddness of it, it seemed like Matilda was
pulled
away, like some living marionette being controlled by invisible strings.

"We can't seal it in anyone without some of its essence," Matilda said.  "So either someone cuts the thing and we collect a bit of its blood, or we sit around and let it kill us."

"Yes!" Pinem'e shouted with ravenous glee; the first words it had spoken in a long while.  "Death reigns supreme.  The archwitch speaks pleasing words to Pinem'e.  Let slaughter define you and sate my every desire before the consumption of your flesh and your magic sustains my existence."

This was it, Danya thought.  They were going to die.

Alena shivered and nuzzled closer to Danya.  She was so cold and worn.  The fallen angel had... it had done things to her.  She didn't know what to make of that.  It felt wonderful at the time, but currently she felt abused and debased.  Was this her lot in life, then?  To be used as some toy for whomever wished to pleasure themselves with her body?

She'd kept her virginity, hoping to hold it for someone special, and none of that had worked out.  Before that, she understood men weren't entirely interested in every part of her, but she did like their interest in some of her.  She wanted more, and hoped to find it in someone.  She hadn't found it yet, but Dante, maybe... and...

Except, perhaps not.  Not now.  Not ever, even.  She'd taken the demon's cock in her mouth right in front of the man she wanted to impress, and for what reason?  None that she could think of, except she enjoyed it.  She was worthless, completely helpless and useless, barely more than a tight fitting sleeve for whatever cock that wished to stuff itself between her lusty folds.

Danya was here, though.  Danya held her like when they were little, caring for her.  Alena loved her sister so much right now, but she knew it was all for naught.  They would die here, destroyed by the fallen angel, Pinem'e.  She wanted it to be swift.  She hoped that he would end their lives without hesitation, because elsewise he might...

He might use her again.  Torment her and force pleasure through her body.  Make her tremble and quiver in orgasmic glee while he pounded his monstrous, darkly ominous cock inside of her body.  If he filled her with his seed, what then?  Could she become pregnant from it, completely defiled, some breedmate for vile, wicked ends?

The idea of bringing offspring like Pinem'e into the world, the very concept of becoming a mother to vicious evil like that, it shook her to her very core and filled her with dreadful, self-injurious thoughts.  The only thing keeping her somewhat sane at the moment was the knowledge that Danya was here, holding her, silently telling her that everything would be alright.

The battle between the demon and the two brothers raged on, but Dante and Everett wouldn't be able to hold him back for much longer.  Even Alena, who knew barely anything about fighting, could tell that neither of them was capable of winning this.  The witch and archwitch, Beatrix and Matilda, barely seemed competent now.

If Alena knew strong magic such as they did, she'd know what to do.  She'd do it without a second thought, perform the rites through instinctive memory, and seal away the demon with barely more than a thought.  Something pricked at her mind, like a needle stabbing at her ideas.  She winced and clenched her eyes shut, but the pain vanished as quickly as it came.

"Oh," Matilda said somewhere far away and close all at once.  "The thing was having sex with her?"

"Before you came back," Beatrix said.  "Yes."

"You should have said that."

"What do you mean I should have said that?  What use is it?  I don't want to embarrass the poor girl."

Matilda lifted her nose into the air and sniffed.  "Ah.  Not perfect, but it should do."

This was her they were talking about.  Alena frowned, humiliated.  Yes, well, she'd fucked some evil creature, and what of it?  She couldn't very well change that now, and she wanted to forget it.  If this ended well, she might be able to, but...

"We don't need blood," Matilda said.  "Any liquid essence will do.  The fallen angel's seed would be best, but his precum is fine, and the girl has plenty of that sloshing around inside of her.  Mind, this means we'll need to seal it in her, because..."

"We can't seal one of the named fallen angel's inside of a regular girl!" Beatrix protested.

"Bebe, you're being daft again.  It's endearing, but not now, alright?  The girl has plenty of aptitude, and you should be able to tell.  She'll be perfectly fine."

Beatrix muttered to herself.  "She did manage to use the rose."

"Ladies," Everett screamed.  "Please!"

"Yes, if you—"  Dante parried one of Pinem'e's attacks, but just barely.  Barely, and not enough.  The demon's claws sent the man falling to the ground and his sword clattering away.  Dante's eyes widened and he scrambled for his weapon.  He wouldn't make it in time, though, and his attacker knew it.

The fallen angel grinned with malicious intent and jumped up high, planning to land on and rip through Dante with the full weight of his body and powerful hands.

Matilda appeared alongside Beatrix, some fast blip of speed transporting her from one space to another.  The archwitch grabbed her cohorts hands tightly, nodded fast, and then they both began to chant an incantation.  Midair, the demon's eyes darted towards the recital, then back to Dante.  Pinem'e landed on the man's midsection, then lifted up a sharply clawed fist, aiming to pummel through the younger brother's skull.

The witch's incantation quickened, faster, then finished.  The demon's fist grazed Dante's ear, but then it froze.  Caught by some invisible force, Pinem'e struggled to free himself and finish his deathly chore, but to no avail.  When he realized he couldn't do this thing, he fought just to move, but that didn't work, either.  Then he tried to speak.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the air came thrashing out of his body.  He shriveled, his body pulling in upon itself, shrinking.  Further, more, over and over, muscles and bones popping as they shifted out of place.  The fallen angel's physique shrank further, all resemblance of any potential humanity disappearing into some tiny ball of dark celestial energy.

Molded by witchcraft, Pinem'e became a living orb, as smooth and small as a marble.  That wasn't the end of it, though.  Void and stars and blackness filled the animated marble, then it sped towards Alena.  She gasped, breathing in the essence of evil.  It stuck in her throat, choking her.  Frantic, Danya screamed, squeezing her sister and shaking her and...

Alena swallowed.

The demon's essence entered Alena's mouth and pushed at the back of her throat.  She choked and coughed and sputtered.  It reminded her of when his cock was between her lips, prodding past her resistance, forcing her to breathe around his shaft.  And then, with that, every time she swallowed, the convulsing pressure from the muscles of her throat massaged and teased against Pinem'e's insatiable cockhead.

That seemed to please him at the time.  When Alena did nearly the exact same thing now, the living orb slipped down her throat as easily as that.  She swallowed hard, consuming it.  As it trickled into her stomach, it melted away into creamy nothingness.  It reminded her of—and this was perhaps crass, and unsuited to the odd anxiety and fear she now felt, but—it reminded her of when she'd given men pleasure with her mouth and then swallowed their seed afterwards.

There was a certain amount of satisfaction to be gained from the look on a man's face whenever she did that.  Currently she had no man to garner such favor with, though.  She saw Everett and Dante watching her with morbid fascination and horror, while the two witches stood to the side, pleased with their work.  And where was Danya?  Behind her, yes, holding her, and...

The orb containing the demon's essence settled into the pit of her stomach, but that wasn't it.  It melted and spread further, tightening her body and her core.  She felt worried and wonderful, as if she was about to orgasm.  Odd, that, but it suited her at the moment.  It reminded her of times when she'd let a man lead her towards a corner nook in a small shop and hike up her skirt while toying with her folds.  He slid his fingers along her slick lower lips before pushing hard into her.  When she would go to gasp, he clapped a hand over her mouth and quieted her.

All of this while in a shop that anyone might walk into at any moment.  They never had, and her temporary lover brought her to orgasm in a matter of minutes, but she thought most of that was from the forbidden nature of what they were doing.  If someone caught them, if someone saw... then what?

Everyone saw her now, but she felt nearly the same as then.  Her body tightened, tense and uneasy.  The demon's essence pushed through her, towards her impassioned core, lighting her body aflame with dark arousal.  Her pussy thrummed, practically vibrating in her mind.  The hood of her clit clamped down hard on the hidden pearl beneath it, pressuring her to acknowledge the pleasure it wanted to give her.  Her breasts felt so sore and sensitive, but alive and wonderful, too.

She wanted more.  More than this, and more than she could ever imagine.

The delicious essence coursing through her wanted to give more to her, too.

Her body spasmed in some unidentifiable ecstasy.  She felt alive, as if throughout the previous eighteen years of her life she'd never been anything more than a non-existent thought.  Sensuous light surrounded her, dim and dark but luminous to her eyes.  She saw everything as black, except different shades and colors of black, as if this were a thing that existed regularly and everyone might perceive as normal.

Alena knew it wasn't normal, but she didn't care.

Tight, orgiastic climax crashed through her very being.  Her inner walls tightened and clamped, pulling at some invisible object pressed inside of her.  She screamed aloud, but more out of lust than from pain.  Oh, yes, there was a little pain, but of a good kind.  Stretching her, reshaping her, re-imagining her into some new and exciting creation.

She breathed heavily, breasts bouncing on her chest.  Her eyes glanced down somehow, somewhere, and she saw how pert and perky her chest was now.  She'd never been unattractive, or at least she never thought she was, but now her breasts looked marvelous.  Two hardened little peaks for nipples pointed outwards upon her beautiful bust, just begging to be licked and sucked.

She would do that herself if she could, but she couldn't.  Instead, her hands sought out her nipples, and she pulled and teased at them.  Oh!  It felt so nice.  So different.  Her body liked that.  It was her body, yes, and yet she felt like it was someone else's, too.  Strange, perhaps, but it didn't matter right now.

Shimmering dark scales, like a pair of tight lady's gloves, covered her wrists and the back of her hands.  Not on her fingers, nor much further past her forearm than her wrists, but the scales shimmered and glowed like brilliant gems.  Alena stared at them, rapt, while tweaking her nipples between her fingers.

And more.  Oh gods, there was so much more.  Sensation shimmied down her stomach, pulling inwards here, then out there.  Her hips widened, broader, begging for a man's hands to grab onto them and fuck wildly into her.  She wanted this, yes, and yet the men in front of her weren't willing to do it.  Taking matters into her own hands, she plunged two fingers deep into her slit.  Her pleasure roared, increasing tenfold, but she only managed two deep thrusts of her own before her body trembled in spastic pleasure.

Writhing on the floor, letting the demon's essence metamorphosize her, Alena basked in her newfound glory.  This was magical and interesting, and wasn't that exactly what she'd wanted when she arrived here?