Belle and Beast
Even months after her marriage to the now-human prince-whom she still lovingly called "Beast"-Belle would often find herself feeling odd and forlorn when she looks at him. Somehow, she was still expecting to see the Beast she fell in love with. Though she knew that this man had been inside the Beast all along, she couldn't help but be saddened by all the physical differences. Despite his previous monstrous appearance, she adored the Beast's form and now missed it terribly.
Belle told Beast none of this-that form had been his curse, after all. But though he'd said nothing about it either, he could tell how Belle was feeling. It was true, he used to rage at his condition, and the only thing that made him happier than being freed from his curse was having Belle by his side. As hard as it was for him to believe, however, he'd find himself missing his old body too, and at very strange moments. While he's running his human tongue all over Belle's pussy, for instance.
Though more than a bit terrified about getting stuck in that beastly body again, he still wished he could get it back for a while and let it experience the love it's been denied for so long. Beast was thinking about this so much that he ended up dreaming about it one night. In the dream, he met the enchantress who'd cursed him. For some reason, he ended up telling her about this skewered yearning in his heart. The enchantress looked at him, neither judging nor sympathizing, then vanished. Before he woke up, Beast heard the witch's voice say, "Don't panic. It's only during the full moon."
Beast woke up to a familiar feeling of heaviness. He dared not open his eyes as dread filled him all at once. But as quickly as the horror came, it was dispelled by Belle's shout of "Beast!" followed by her body-like him, still naked from the night before-plopping on top of him. When he finally opened his eyes, Belle's shining, beautiful face greeted him.
"How is this possible?" she said, her hands reaching for Beast's face. Belle didn't wait for an answer. She sank her fingers into Beast's thick mane, bent forward, and kissed his big, fanged mouth over and over, whispering, "Oh Beast, Beast..."
All of Belle's activities were making Beast's little beast take notice. It did not escape his wife. "Belle," he growled, because after noticing that his monstrous cock was standing at attention, she grinded her bottom playfully over it.
"What could this be?" she said, then quick as a cat crawled down Beast's torso and settled between his naked legs. His attentive cock straightened up even more. "Now, why couldn't you have brought this with you when you became a man again?"
"Believe me," Beast replied, "I've been asking myself the same ques-tion-!"
He couldn't finish the thought. How could he when Belle's eager mouth had clamped over his penis's enormous head?
"Mmm. It'sh sho bvig," she managed to mumble around the object in her mouth. Even so, Belle tried her best to give some loving to every inch of it.
"Belle, Belle," called Beast hoarsely. "Come here, Belle..." Beast maneuvered their bodies so they'd each have the other's sex in front of their faces. "I've always wanted to know how you'd like this." With boundless enthusiasm, Beast proceeded to lick Belle's pussy using his broad, rough, and muscled tongue.
"OOOH!" Belle exclaimed. "Oh Beast! I like it very much!"
And to show just how much she appreciated it, Belle resumed her own ministrations upon Beast's cock with renewed vigor. Still, she had to stop over and over again because Beast's swirling and sucking and fucking tongue had her bursting with non-stop pleasure. On the one hand, Belle was about to die of extreme satisfaction just from Beast's tongue. On the other, she was near to despair because her own attentions on Beast didn't seem to be bringing him any closer to a climax.
"Beast... Beast... what can I do? Tell me how I can bring you more pleasure."
