I didn’t pretend I had not acted irrational at dinner the night before as Belle had laughed at me while I ate.

But for the first time in my life I had felt… humiliation.

As she looked at me with tears of amusement streaming down her cheeks, her perfect, small pink mouth split into a smile, I had realized how ghastly she probably thought I was.

I had looked down at my platter, food scattered all over the table, down my shirt, and covering my face. It had been so long since I had company, since I had eaten with anyone, that it had not even occurred to me that I had zero etiquette.

And Belle had witnessed all of that, probably seeing me as disgusting.

Instead of acting like a grown male, I stormed out of the room, destroyed the hallway wall with my claws, breaking several vases and throwing what Madame liked to call a “temper tantrum” along the way.

For two days, I had stayed away from Belle, shame making me watch her from the shadows and only allowing myself small glimpses of her as we ate dinner, which I forced her to do.

I had felt her watching me while I ate, knowing she was probably waiting for me to act like the primal creature I was. But I had been learning to behave as I stared at her slyly as she ate.

I watched how she dabbed her mouth with a linen napkin between dainty bites. I copied these acts and hoped that she would see I wasn’t as demonic as the villagers saw me… how she probably saw me.

I kept to the back corridors of the castle as I followed her scent. I could pick up the locations of the staff throughout the castle, who every day would leave at suppertime, allowing me alone time with Belle.

Even if we did not speak at dinner and I left as soon as we were finished, I loved just being in her presence. I could look at her and never get tired of the inner peace she brought to me.

That was when I knew she would be all mine, when I saw her for the first time in the village and felt a shifting in me.

Did she know how often I had followed her, learned her likes and dislikes before I had found a way to make her mine?

Did she know there were countless times when I stayed in the shadows and watched her come to and from the village market just as the sun was setting?

I had learned to be good at hiding, good at not being seen by the villagers and hearing them scream as they saw me, or ran in the other direction as they crossed themselves as if their god would save them.

And then I watched her through the window of her small cottage as she made a pot of stew over the fire and ate by herself most nights. That alone was enough for me to want to slaughter her father.

How could anyone leave such a sweet, innocent, and beautiful woman by herself?

I would not have been above kidnapping her and keeping her locked in my tower. But then the opportunity arose to essentially purchase Belle in the form of repaying her father’s debt.

And I had taken it, shamelessly.

I continued to follow the corridor, the walls on either side of me littered with gouge marks from my claws, pieces of broken vases on the floor, and light sconces hanging from their wires.

I had forbid the staff from coming to this part of the castle, deeming this my wing to do with as I pleased.

When I entered my chambers, I headed to the large window that overlooked the gardens. I had heard Madame speaking with Belle just moments before, my ears twitching as the soft melody of my new wife’s voice came up from the lower level.

She had asked for seed to feed the birds, at which point Madame had given her a filled satchel and sent her in the direction of the gardens.

And that was where she was now, standing amongst the roses that were in full bloom, a brisk breeze twisting the mauve cloak around her legs.

My pretty human was thick and round and so curvy that my cock had been hard just from thoughts of her. I pictured myself violently tearing her dress away with my claws, mindful of her perfect vulnerable skin.

I envisioned her standing before me completely nude, the fantasy painting a vivid image in my mind. She had thick thighs, wide hips, a soft, rounded belly, and tits large enough to feel substantial in my paws.

And her nipples—hard and colored a dusky rose—had my mouth watering. I wanted to run my fangs over them and bury my hairy, too-ugly face between them.

My tail whipped back and forth as my excitement rose, and I pictured running the tip along her body before parting her thighs and spanking her pussy with it.

I knew she was too beautiful for the likes of a creature like me, but regardless she was mine and I was not letting her go.

The stench of decaying roses filled my chambers, the vase with the desiccated flowers on the table by the window looking as lifeless as I had felt before Belle became mine.

Frustrated with myself and my lack of control, I swung my arm out and knocked the vase off the table, ceramic crashing on the floor, dead flowers and petals mixing with the shards.

If Madame had seen me, she would once again tell me I was acting like a “child.” She was the only human who spoke to me in such a way. Anyone else I would have eviscerated for such an affront.

Huffing out another exasperated breath, I looked out the window and stared at Belle. Instantly I felt a little of my inner rage dissipate.

She was just so soft, pretty, and fragile to my brutality. I had always lived my life alone, the only companionship being my staff. And having Belle here made me feel… alive.

But being alone worked. It was easier that way, less judgment, less staring and speculation, rumors and fear.

For long moments, I did nothing but stare at Belle, appreciating her human complexity, the strength she showed me with her laughter, even though I knew she was afraid. She took this situation that was forced upon her and made the best of it.

My cock was hard, throbbing, the front of my trews already damp from the copious amounts of pre-cum seeping from the tip.

I should not have loosened the top.

I certainly should not have reached in and curled my paw around the thick, ribbed flesh and pulled it out.

And I really should not have thanked Mother Nature for causing a breeze that blew at the perfect moment, which caused the skirting of her dress to sweep up her thick, creamy thighs so they were on clear display.

I growled low and slammed a paw on the windowsill so hard the wood cracked from the force.

My breathing increased as my pleasure grew.

The smile on Belle’s face as she found pleasure feeding the birds turned me on, and I felt the thick, copious amount of seed seeping from my cock and falling onto the floor.

I ran my palm over the head, growling at how good that felt, smearing my cum around and making my cock slick as I jerked off.

The sound of it dripping was obscene but made me growl as I got even more aroused.

I ran my big, meaty hand over the girthy length, mindful of my claws as I stroked myself.

The ridges around my shaft grew harder, filling with blood. I imagined thrusting into her and making Belle take every heavy inch, knowing it would hurt her, but picturing her crying out and clutching me, telling me she couldn’t take anymore.

But I would not be able to stop. She’d feel too good, and in return, I would bring her pleasures she had never dreamed of until soon she would be telling me not to stop.

I ran my thumb over the nodule at the top of my cock head, knowing the firm piece of tissue would become harder and rub her from the inside out, reaching hidden places until she came all over me, gushing on me and making a mess the same way I would when I got off.

I grunted and groaned, growling louder, one of my paws curled around the windowsill frame, my claws tearing at the wood, splinters digging into my flesh.

The entire time I stared at Belle, watching as she slowly stood and started sprinkling seed on the grass, as she bent over and her plump, round ass was in perfect view.

I would fuck her there too, part those plump cheeks, lick and spit on her asshole, getting it all nice and wet before I made sure to spray my cum on the tight entrance. I wanted her primed for my cock,

so she would be covered in seed by the time I slid in deep.

My dick swelled even further, a thicker rib in the center of my length expanding and filling with blood. Once I was deep in her, the center of my cock would swell to the point I’d be locked inside.

The knotting mechanism would ensure my cum stayed deep inside of her and took in her womb.

With that image in mind, I growled so loud the window shook from the force and I came, hot, thick jets of my milky white cum spraying the wall and floor, my balls so full of my seed that my orgasm made a puddle on the ground, dripping from the slit at the tip.

Those ridges that ran around my cock pulsed, causing even more cum to pump out.

Belle glanced over at the castle, her gaze finding the window from which I watched her.

She would not be able to see me from the distance, but I looked into her face, my body giving a big shudder as the last ounce of my semen spurted out of me and made a big mess on the floor at my feet.

My barreled chest rose and fell harshly as I caught my breath, my focus never leaving Belle as I watched her gather her things and head inside.

My tail whipped back and forth, sexual agitation filling me once more because coming hadn’t eased my need in the slightest.

I could not hold back from claiming her for much longer. I could not be gentle or soft and sweet like she deserved.

I was very much the monster and animal she saw before her.

Maybe being soft or gentle and giving her space wasn’t the right move. Maybe she needed to see that my desire for her was a living, breathing animal within me?

Perhaps she needed the dominance of my touch and words to bring her to me?

And the sooner I claimed, marked, and knotted her, the sooner she would be filled with my seed and grow big with my young.

And then she would be irrevocably mine.