<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d5/Evilbeast.jpg)</div><strong>The Beast<br/>Location: The Dark Wood, outside Prince Adam's Castle<br/>Tags: Belle, Snow White, Woodsman</strong><br/><br/>The Beast held the alpha by the scruff of its neck, ignoring the claws and fangs that scrabbled against his arm, drawing a few traces of blood even through his thick fur and hide.  He dumped the wolf unceremoniously in front of Belle, then grabbed her hair and lifted her head - a painful experience for the girl, as the female whose teeth still tightened at the back of her neck showed no inclination to release any pressure.<br/><br/>"Suck him, bitch, and enjoy your fuck.   I may not be your first, you lying skank, but I'll certainly be your last."  A few of the wolves around them raised their heads to look over with red glares.  Their minds, twisted into a more cunning understanding and a greater evil by the curse, understood their master's intention, and they growled at the thought of being robbed their turn at the slut's holes; even so, none summoned quite the courage to challenge him as he walked behind Belle and focused an intense, dominant glare around the circle while lifting his massive cock into place.  It was more similar to theirs than a human's; red and veined, with a sharp point and a knot already starting to swell.  The size, however, was in proportion to nothing but the massive Beast; the size of a man's arm and definitely enough to tear through a tight virgin.  He began to press it slowly against Belle's cunt, one hand guiding his prick while the other claw added a mark to Belle's bloody back and dragged her by the flesh onto his tool.<br/><br/>A short distance away, just within earshot of the Beast and any of the pack who cared to listen carefully, one of the youngest males of the pack came across an interesting sight; he had been promised his turn at the new bitch later and sent out to patrol; a source of irritation that left him aroused and frustrated as the scents of wet cunt kept reaching him on the breeze.  He had discovered a few minutes ago that there were two sources, not merely the one his pack awaited their turn upon, and he had followed the scent - led both by bestial mating urges and the Dark Prince's subtle control.<br/><br/>It was that control which prevented his acting like a normal wolf.  He didn't flee the sight of humans, or howl for his kin to help in a kill; instead he merely perched upon a large boulder, mouth hanging open as he panted in a canine grin, eyes aglow with only a faint tint of rose.  His gaze locked onto the cock penetrating the new bitch, his ears turned to catch every note of her passionate cries.<br/><br/>Certainly once the male was finished it wouldn't mind his taking a turn?  And after all, there were so many fewer in line for this bitch than the other.