Betty sat quietly eating her blueberry muffin and sipping tea. She turned the page in her book and sighed. Looking out the large window, Betty began to wonder how her father was.

The castle was secluded and she never talked to anyone, except the Beast at night. She was lonely.

She glanced toward the kitchen door and saw the shadow of something moving under it. A letter was shoved under the door and it scooted across the slick floor.

She heard the loud thumping of someone running up the stairs.

Stepping over to the door, Betty kneeled down and picked up the letter. Out of curiosity she opened the door to look toward the stairs. Outside was a small pot of flowers. They were all the colors of the rainbow, and the bright spectrum was a treat to the eyes. Betty leaned down to pick the pot up and a bee flew out of one of the purple flowers and buzzed all around her head. In a futile effort Betty swatted at it, banged her head on the swinging door and flopped onto her butt. The pot of flowers fell across her lap and the bee victoriously flew out the window.

Now in a puddle of mud with wildflowers scattered around her, Betty just shrugged and opened the letter she still held firmly in her hand.

The paper was a parchment color and she smelled it, breathing in the scent of the fresh ink.

To Betty,
I am sorry about last evening. I was overwhelmed by the thought of seeing you. I was wrong to watch you bathing. My actions were that of a man becoming desperate and because being so close to you all the time has made me think about you more when we are apart.
Beneath this hideous exterior, I am still a man.
Please accept this arrangement of wildflowers I picked from the garden as an apology. Be careful of the purple flowers, the bees like them because their nectar is so sweet.
Just like you.

Beast

Betty sat back against the wall, warmed by the apology and the compassion of the Beast. For a single moment she was truly happy at the castle.

She reached into her lap, took two handfuls of flowers and nuzzled her face into them, breathing in the freshness.

Later that night Betty sat by the fire knitting. The room was dark except for the firelight. Quietly knocking, the Beast peeked in.

“May I come in?”

“Of cowse you can. Pweese do,” Betty replied.

The Beast stepped into the room and looked at Betty smiling at him.

“Oh my, what happened to your nose?” the Beast asked, seeing her left nostril red and swollen.

“Ther wath a bee in tha fwowers. I tuk a big snff an it fwew up my nowse.”


A few days passed and the Beast was cordial and polite. Embarrassed by being caught watching her bathe and then relieving his urgent needs, the Beast seemed content with just being friends with Betty.

Deep down his urges and his desires built again. He wanted to possess her. His cravings were an inferno of animalistic urges spawning thoughts of ravaging and devouring her purity with his brute force.

She was a deer and he was a lion. No, he thought, she was more like a rabbit and he was a cheetah. Actually a rabbit wasn’t right either. She was the beauty to his Beast.

He was driving himself crazy. Constant thoughts of carnal pleasures to free him of his curse flew through his mind. He wanted Betty badly, knowing that he couldn’t force her to give in to his wants because it wouldn’t be right. Maybe during her sleep? Noooo, I can’t, it would be wrong. Damn, I am horny. Why am I talking to myself?

Betty lay sleeping peacefully in her bed. The drapes from the window swayed with the incoming breeze. The moonlight shone into the room. Betty was lying on her side and her nightshirt had crept up her torso. Her ass was revealed and the long length of her legs was covered in goose bumps from the coldness of the wind. She rolled onto her back and pulled the covers over her pure body.

From the darkened shadows a large figure crept toward her. His massive frame shadowed the light from the moon on her body. A large claw grasped the blankets and slowly tugged them down to reveal her pristine frame. She was naked beneath the nightshirt and her nipples were affected by the cold and poked into the green fabric. Her trimmed pussy was tightly encased between her legs, like a treasure chest waiting to be opened. The Beast reached out with his claws, placed his hairy palms on her knees and gently pulled them apart.