<strong>Gaston<br/>Prince Adam's village<br/>Tagging: Terrified NPC's</strong><br/><br/>Nobody recognized him when he walked into town with an axe over his shoulder that evening, simply glancing at his imposing physique and assuming that he was another woodcutter. Those wretched, dirty peasants! He was Gaston, strongest, biggest, toughest, most bad assed motherfucker who had ever came through town, and here they are, not recognizing him. A small part of his mind wondered just how long he had been underground. That small part was pushed aside when he reached the Inn where, so long ago, he and Lefou had came up with their plan to get Belle to marry him. Now it was a simple tavern, his hunting trophy's gone, and his chair tucked away in the corner. Fortunately, there was still only a single door, and that he locked with a loud crash. All heads, about a dozen, turned to look at him, the nighttime crowd of hardcore drinkers and a few youngsters daring the smokey atmosphere.<br/><br/>He thought for a moment about what he should say, his first words warning the world that he, Gaston, was back. Instead, he simply swung the axe at the nearest figure, an old serving wench. The axe had a very satisfying way of crunching into her back. That was when the screaming started, and his lips split in a terrifying smile as he began hewing down the terrified villagers. His axe broke when the head became loosened on the shaft, and the blade flew from the shaft just as he was about to send it into the skull of a terrified young man, trying to shelter his sweetheart, and he simply cracked his skull with the wooden weapon.<br/><br/>He stopped and surveyed the scene around him, eleven bodies hacked into an almost unrecognizable form, and one terrified, sobbing young woman. His blood was pounding his his veins as he pulled the girl to her feet and forced her over a table, ripping her dress from her and ignoring her screams of terror. Pulling his cock free, he thrust it into her maiden passage and held it there for a moment, savoring the tightness of her pussy and leaving her shocked into small gasps of fear and pain. Then he began to move, slamming his hips into her body uncaring of how she felt about the encounter. He had been without woman in a long time, and so after a minute, he felt the old familiar feeling in his balls, and with a roar he filled the now whimpering woman with his seed. Leaving her, he went to the bar and picked up the sword the old barkeep kept hanging over the bar, and threw the door of the tavern open. He had about a dozen houses to go through, and then he would leave, though whether he would go to the Beast's castle and extract his vengeance from the no doubt loving couple he was undecided. Oh well, there was still plenty of time to figure that out.