Beauty and the Beast with Two Backs
Adrianna’s Fairy Tales: 3 of 3
A Short Story
By Adrianna White
Published by Adrianna White at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Adrianna White
All right reserved.
No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored, or transmitted in any form without the prior written permission from the author.
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales, is entirely coincidental.
Written in Canada.
Adrianna’s Fairy Tales:
Adrianna’s collection of novellas take the classic story of fairy tales that we’re all accustomed to and throws it out the window in an erotic retelling of our beloved princes and princesses. The characters are hot and the action is steamy, these stories will titillate both the mind and the nether regions. Be warned, these stories rarely end as we would hope.
Beauty and the Beast with Two Backs:
Isabelle Dorsey finds herself in a precarious position when her father makes a deal for a soul that he doesn’t possess. He commands her to find him in the forgotten land of Tarn, where he has planned to hand her over to a beastly man named King Edmund.
He was the ruler of an empire that has been long since buried, only his people didn’t stay that way. As if rising from the ashes of their fallen empire, they find a way to enter our world and take what they deem fit. A storm is brewing and if the beast king wants to keep his sanity, he needs to find a way to break the curse before his kingdom crumbles for a second time.
Warning: This eBook contains graphic violence, coarse language and sexual intercourse. Adults only. Word Count: 17,004.
Adrianna’s Fairy Tales:
Riding Red Hood
Naughty Cinderella
Beauty and the Beast with Two Backs
Detective John Saunders’ Collection:
Erotica Noire
Strip Show
Winning Hand
Mind the Gap
Temper Tantrum
Shooting Blanks
Chapter One
A long time ago, in a far away land, there was a story whispered among the people of Termaria. They told of ancient ruins, deep in the forgotten lands of the buried Tarn Empire, where a magical curse had taken hold over the wayward denizens of the castle that once stood there. It’s said that the kingdom’s cold-hearted ruler, King Edmund, still walks the halls of his decaying citadel in search of a cure.
It’s a good thing that Darren Dorsey didn’t believe in such silly superstition, or his evening alone with the loveliest young courtesan in the village might never have happened. He had taken her to the castle ruins in the hopes of awakening her to the benefits that his love could provide.
Darren Dorsey wasn’t a pretty man, nor was he a young man, but he was a rich man. He was relatively frail, with curly white hair and a matching bushy beard. And if a man like him wanted to find the smallest sliver of happiness in his last few years of this earth, he would have to rely on all of his vast resources.
That’s what led to his meeting with Celeste. She was the most beautiful woman in the village, which was only fitting, since she was also the most expensive mistress around. She valued money above all else, which worked out rather well for Darren, a wealthy trader, known throughout the land for his deep pockets and shrewd business sense.
“You’re such a magnificent specimen,” whispered Darren, his hand running down the small of Celeste’s back. “You know that, right?”
“Yes,” Celeste purred with a smile. “I know.”
They were laying on a fur rug that had been brought with them on their travels. Darren had paid for a small regiment of mercenaries and a caravan to accompany them, going to great lengths to provide his lovely companion with all of the amenities that he could afford.
Darren picked himself up from the floor and grabbed one of the satin robes that he had hung on the wall. Covering up, he crossed the cold stone floor and made his way towards the open balcony that looked upon the majestic ruins below. The sun was just beginning to make its ascension into the sky, as the darkness of night was replaced with the early hours of morning light.
“Just gorgeous,” Darren said out loud. “I’ve never seen such untamed splendor.”
“I know,” sighed Celeste, still half asleep and snuggling in tight to the sheets.
“I didn’t mean you,” Darren replied with a chuckle. “Well, I do mean you, but this time I was referring to this marvelous castle.”
“It’s practically a dump,” said Celeste, her eyes now wide open. “I mean, look at this place. I thought you said that this was supposed to be the king’s chambers, yet nothing but dust and weeds now call this place home. There are probably a few rats around here, too.”
“Perhaps,” said Darren, with a hand extended for Celeste to approach. “But you haven’t seen everything, my dear.”
Celeste slowly rose from the bed, picking up the sheets with her as she got to her feet. With the furs wrapped comfortably around her, she made her way over to her loving benefactor.
“Well I’ll be damned,” gasped Celeste, taking Darren’s hand and being led out to the balcony. “I think that I may have finally found something more beautiful than myself.”
The fallen kingdom of King Edmund had seen better days, but even with all the devastation that time brought, it still managed glisten under the sun and give hint to its previous grandeur.
Wild weeds and earth covered most of the grounds, with only the stone roads to separate the entire area from the rest of the immense jungle that surrounded it. Celeste looked back to Darren, smiled devilishly, and said, “I’ve just got to have one.”
Darren adjusted his focus to where Celeste had been pointing. Directly below them stood the remnants of what must have been the royal garden, where a majestic bed of black roses shimmered under the bright sun.
“All right,” Darren said, squeezing Celeste’s hand gently. “Give me a moment to get dressed.”
The two of them got dressed and proceeded to make their way down to the royal garden. It didn’t take very long, as walking the length of a castle took little time when most of the halls had been knocked down.
The garden area flourished without the aid of human cultivation, with lush foliage and some of the brightest flowers that either of them had ever seen before. Standing above all the other flowers were the black roses that had taken hold in the middle of the garden.
“Just one,” said Celeste, tugging gently on Darren’s tunic. “I would like it for my hair.”
Darren approached the rose bed and stepped onto the stone circle encompassing the roses. He unsheathed a dagger from his waist and brought the blade up to one of the horned stems.
“There we go,” said Darren, taking the rose in hand. “It will go perfectly with the auburn in your hair—.”
Suddenly, a lion’s roar boomed through the garden, rustling the leaves and stirring the birds. It sent a shiver down the spines of both Darren and Celeste, and they soon found themselves clinging to one another for comfort. Darren grabbed the whistle from around his neck and blew with all of his might. It was supposed to bring forth their mercenary accompaniment, but all that returned was horrifying screams as the men called out for mercy.
“Who dares steal from my glorious garden?” asked a hoarse voice from behind the frightened couple.
“I-it’s a monster!” stammered Darren as he turned around to face his aggressor.
The beast stood tall like a man, yet he was no man. With a bushy mane and a long furry snout, he resembled a lion more than any man that Darren had ever seen. He was dressed in tatters, barely managing to cover himself in the rags he wore.
“You defiled my garden, human,” said the beast, storming towards Darren. “From my position, you are the monster.”
Celeste backed away from Darren and contemplated running far away, but as she turned her gaze towards the many exits, dark hairy creatures began to creep behind the shadows. They were smaller than the lion, but many in number and threatened anyone that dare run.
“O-oh my god, look,” stammered Celeste, grabbing Darren’s hand. “Look at those beasts!”
Try as she might, Darren’s attention couldn’t be swayed from the presence of the ferocious beast headed his way.
“Please, come no closer!” bellowed Darren, holding his dagger high in the air. “I mean you no harm!”
“Little good that does me now,” the beast said with a grunt. “You’ve tainted my royal garden.”
As the beast came into range, Darren panicked and thrust at the beast with his dagger.
“Just pitiful, old man” laughed the beast, brushing the attack off and sending the dagger to the ground. “Now… you’ll pay with your life.”
The beast’s claws dug into the chest of Darren and lifted him high off the ground with ease. He could barely breathe, as he stared the frightening beast in the eyes, and said, “Please, I can offer you anything that you would like!”
“What could you possibly offer me, human?” the beast asked. “And think carefully… you’ll only receive one chance.”
The withered old tradesman speedily thought of the wares that he had brought with him. Would he like some clothes? How about a razor? No, there was nothing in his caravan that would save his life, he quickly realized.
“Think faster, old man,” the beast growled. “The smell of death fills the air… your time is near.”
That’s when he finally realized what it would take for him to survive this encounter; the only thing that could sway the beast’s heart. It wasn’t exactly his most favorite of possessions, but it was irreplaceable nonetheless— something that the beast couldn’t create on his own.
“I-I know what you need,” Darren stammered. “I can give you what your heart desires most!”
“Go on,” said the beast, lowering Darren to his feet. “I’m listening.”
Chapter Two
It was a particularly lovely day, as Belle and her boyfriend, Jason, rested on the grassy hillside. They had taken the day off from work to enjoy one another’s company, the thrill of two new lovers still very fresh in their hearts.
She was a cashier at the local produce store, and he was a knight’s squire. The two of them had known each other around the village for years, their gazes often meeting in the middle of crowded rooms. That all changed when Belle decided to be the one to take the initiative and approach Jason. Since then, they’ve been practically inseparable, their budding love barely contained by the small village of Westbrook.
“Tell me again,” said Belle, running her fingers down Jason’s chest. “I want to hear it one more time.”
“I love you,” Jason replied.
“Good,” purred Belle, grabbing onto Jason’s chest hair and pulling herself on top of him.
Her warm thighs cascaded over his rippling abs, moistening at the thought of him entering into her. Their hands entwined together, heating the moment and allowing each other to feel the closeness that they so desired.
“You know that I just love a good romping,” said Belle, grinding her hips atop Jason. “Give it to me… give it to me like you’ll never see me again—.”
“Miss Dorsey!” shouted a young boy, his fuzzy blonde hair peaking over the hill as he made his way closer to them.
“Oh shit,” said Belle, quickly dismounting Jason and reaching for her clothing. “It’s Rudy.”
“Rudy?” a bewildered Jason asked. “The courier’s son, what the hell does he want?”
“I don’t know, but get dressed,” replied Belle, throwing her sundress over her head. “He’s headed this way.”
“Miss Dorsey, I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” shouted Rudy, now only a few yards away.
“What is the matter, child?” asked Belle, reaching into her sack and pulling out a canister of water. “What could be so serious that you’ve tracked me down, all the way out here?”
“T-thank you, miss,” stuttered Rudy, accepting the canister from Belle. “You’re a very difficult woman to track down.”
“Out with it, little man,” barked Jason, visibly agitated by the young boy’s presence. “Tell us what you came to say… and then get out of here.”
“Hey, there’s no need to be rude, Jason,” said Belle, placing a hand on Jason’s shoulder. “He’s just a boy.”
“Thank you, miss,” Rudy repeated. “My father sent me out here to find you. He’s got an urgent message from your father.”
“Oh my god, I hope that nothing’s wrong,” gasped Belle, bringing her hands to her lips.
“It’s probably nothing,” said Jason, shrugging his shoulders. “Okay, little man. You’ve told us, now get out of here.”
“Good idea,” said Belle, sticking her tongue out at Jason. “And I’m going with him.”
Belle extended a hand to Rudy, which the young boy gladly accepted, and they made their way back to the village. It would be some time before Jason accepted his date’s fortune and chased after them, trying to catch up with them far down the road.
They made their way into the heart of the town and arrived at the young boy’s home, The Messenger’s Legs. His father was the local courier and had sent up their home in the middle of the trading quarter.
“We’re here,” beamed the young child, happily guiding Belle by hand into his home. “My father is waiting to speak with you.”
“Thank you,” Belle replied with a smile. “Why you’re like my personal little gentleman, aren’t you?”
“He’ll steal your heart, that one will,” said the boy’s father, leaning over the counter at the back of the shop.
“Papa!” shouted the young boy, running up to his father. “I did just what you wanted! I found the missing woman!”
“That you did,” the father replied. “You’ll find a special toy on your bed. Now please, if you wouldn’t mind, I would like a moment alone with the young lady.”
“Of course, papa,” Rudy said. “Goodnight, Miss Dorsey. It was a pleasure getting to know you.”
“You, too,” replied Belle, waving goodbye to the young lad.
“He’s just a wonderful young boy,” said the father, waiting for his son to retreat to his room. “It’s good to see you again, Miss Dorsey. I only wish that we could have met under more favorable circumstances.”
“I agree, Mr. Flanders,” Belle said, taking a step closer. “Please tell me what you know.”
“It certainly isn’t good; I can tell you that,” Mr. Flanders said. “It would seem that your father, in his quest for everlasting youth, managed to tempt the young mistress, Celeste, to accompany him up to the ruins of the Tarnian castle in the forgotten lands.”
“Tarnian castle, what’s that?” Belle asked.
“The forgotten lands of Tarn, you haven’t heard the story?” inquired Mr. Flanders with an eyebrow raised, returning with a question of his own.
“Vaguely,” Belle answered. “However, I don’t understand how this information pertains to me.”
“The Kingdom of Tarn existed thousands of years ago,” Mr. Flanders began. “Under the rule of King Edmund, they had conquered almost all of the known land. His quest for power knew no limits, and brought about the worst qualities in him. He was a drunk, a gambler, and found no woman capable of satisfying his carnal desires. When his armies reached the coven of the Langley Witches, a terrible curse was placed upon all of those in his homeland, including himself. With such a disfiguring appearance, he found no generals willing to serve under him. He retreated back to his castle, where he has been ever since. At least, that’s what how the story of the king and the beast goes.”
“The king and the beast, is that what you called it?” asked Belle, her interest now piqued.
“Yes, the king and the beast,” Mr. Flanders stated. “That’s what the legend’s called, although legends are known to have many names. There may be a few others, but that’s the one that I’ve always heard. I told it to my boy once and the poor lad didn’t sleep for a week.”
“Forgive me, Mr. Flanders, but I still don’t understand what you’re trying to tell me,” Belle insisted. “I’m to go to the forgotten lands, I realize that; so why the fairy tales, then?”
“Because the fairy tales are real, milady,” Mr. Flanders replied. “During his trip to the ruins, your father fell ill and requires immediate medical attention. His aid traveled by horseback until he met up with me in Winter’s Reach, where I just returned from today. Though I warn you, Miss, if your father finds himself in trouble while in the lands of Tarn, there’s nothing but ill tidings to be found. It has been said that King Edmund still walks the ground of his decrepit castle. I certainly wouldn’t want to be the one to find out if that piece of the story is true.”