Beauty And The Beast: An Erotic Re-imagining - Plot & Excerpts
He wanted to be Frederick with her once more.He took a glass of whiskey to the parlor and sat heavily. Could he sleep when she did—and was that even a requisite for the magic to work? The poor girl, how would she sleep when he’d left her in such an uncomfortable state?The Beast went over to his desk and picked up the looking glass. The looking glass was no ordinary mirror; like most items in his castle, it had not escaped the enchantress’s spell. This particular mirror could show him anything he wished to see, without having to leave the castle walls.“Show me my Beauty,” he said, staring at his monstrous reflection.A swirl of fog hazed the looking glass, then cleared as if by a sudden breeze. Belle was as he’d left her, naked, chained to the dungeon wall, and in the sweetest distress he’d ever seen. She turned in her restraints, rolling her head back against the wall, and sighed.“Sleep, Belle. I’ll see you soon.” The Beast set the looking glass down, knowing she couldn’t hear him, and sipped deeply from his glass of whiskey.The wound on his chest was feeling better, so he didn’t have much of an excuse for laudanam, but perhaps he should take some anyway?
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