Chapter 2
Tempête
Belle smiled and turned to her mirror, at first in awe at who was staring back at her. Never had she seen a more beautiful woman in her life. Her long chestnut brown hair hung loose around her shoulders and a stunning pearl and diamond necklace rested safely in the valley of her creamy white bosom. Her earrings, matching the necklace, competed with her sparkling brown eyes on which were more radiant. She wore a long white gown made of the finest white silk along with a veil that she hid her maidenly charm but not her smile.
Belle never thought that this day would come. She read about such things in books and thought that everlasting love was nothing more than a fairy tale. Her heart beat strong for her soon-to-be husband whom she was sure was just as nervous as she was. She giggled, imagining him controlling his temper at trying to dress himself and muttering to himself about everything needing to be just perfect but failing to do so faster than the rate of his sweat.
Belle then heard a knock on her door. It was probably her father waiting to walk her down the aisle. The previous night, he had given Belle her mother's jewelry as a gift for the ceremony.
"Let this bring you good luck in all you do," he said. "And when you wear these earrings, it is like Mama and I are with you."
Again, a knock was heard.
"Coming, Papa!" and Belle rushed to the door.
That was what Belle had hoped for her wedding day and half-heatedly wished it to be so, but like he promised, Gaston was at her house the next morning to collect her.
Gaston never slept. He had worked throughout the night to have the wedding ready. He had already assembled the band, the food, the singers, and the priest. Belle's dress however was something he didn't have to do. Ever since he first saw her, he knew that she would be his. That very same day he went into the seamstress and demanded he make her white gown. The seamstress was surprised that not only did Gaston spare no expense but also knew of his future wife's measurements by heart.
Dawn finally came and he dressed himself at last in his best suit complete with white trousers, red jacket, and a blue hair-tie to match his eyes. All of the townspeople came to the wedding, partly for the festivities and to witness Gaston capture the only prey that always eluded him.
All Belle could do was lose herself into her own mind to get through the day. She had to, she kept mentally kicking herself at her answer. What about Gaston made her finally say yes? Was she really that desperate?
Belle sat off the side, watching her new husband drink beer with his friends, boasting that his wife was the most beautiful in all the countryside and was therefore the best for him. He went on to say that she was one that he would never be able to let go. She looked up at the sky and saw the clouds becoming darker, threatening the reception with rain. Perhaps they knew of the storm that was coming her way.
Before she could ponder any further, Gaston pulled his wife close to him and whispered into her ear, "It's time to go home, Madame Gaston."
Gaston kicked his front door open and carried Belle inside, not relinquishing her until he made sure that she was well beyond the threshold. "Welcome home," he said, placing her back on her feet.
Belle looked at her surroundings and found her heart slowly sinking. She knew Gaston to be a bachelor but no level of neglect could warrant what she saw. Dirty dishes were piled as high as the ceiling on top of a crude table made from an old tree stump. The air smelled of dust and of a musty scent, probably from the filthy black windows never being opened and everything that Gaston had ever worn never knowing a drop of water. Despite everything else, Gaston did manage to keep his hunting trophies of horns, hides, and heads perfectly immaculate. Belle nearly screamed at a boar's head, swearing that it would come to life any second.
This couldn't be her new life. No, there had to be something more, something that made her say yes to him, but before Belle could figure that out, she could feel Gaston's large arms snake around her petite waist.
He pulled her tightly to himself, silently making it known of what his intentions were. "Now here comes the fun part…"
Belle, feeling the proof of Gaston's lust against her backside, tried to free herself from his grasp. Gaston merely chuckled, finding her refusal amusing.
"I told you, Belle," he whispered in her ear. "Now that I have you, I'm not letting you go!"
"Let go of me, Gaston!" Belle screamed. "Please…don't…"
"Don't what?" Gaston questioned, his hands slowly making their way to her chest. A gasp sprang forth from Belle's lips as she could feel his fingers trying to find her nipples through the fabric. "This? I don't think you want me to stop, at least that's what your body is beginning to tell me."
"I would never-"
Gaston spun Belle around to face him and crushed his lips onto hers, quieting her. At first Belle was adamant, and steeled her entire jaw once she felt his tongue seeking entrance. Gaston, seeing her resolve tried only harder with a fury of kisses along her face and neck. Again, a soft gasp escaped Belle's lips, and Gaston knew her defenses were weakening.
"You are now my wife," he said, noticing how her usually porcelain skin was becoming as red as her lips. "This is your place."
"My place?" Belle huffed, not knowing that her heaving breasts crushed against her husband were further inflaming his passion. Without further explanation, Gaston threw his wife over his shoulder and carried her upstairs, ignoring her tiny fists futilely pounding at his back.
Gaston made his way to his bedroom and dropped Belle onto his bed. She landed softly on a bearskin fur that covered his bed made from the bones of his kills. Belle subconsciously ran her fingers on the plush material and felt a twinge of hurt trickling through her fear and disgust. In another time, she thought to herself sadly.
Belle's face belied her thoughts, and Gaston felt anger rising in him. He fell on top of her, stormily kissing her out of any memories that were going to resurface. In a tempest of passion and black lust, Belle could feel Gaston ripping away at everything that stood between him and his needs. She tried to cling onto her clothes desperately, but she was too weak to stop what was already starting.
Belle tried to wrap her arms around herself for protection against Gaston's eyes but he shooed them away up over her head. Nothing was going to stop his eyes, not even Belle.
"My God, woman," he breathed. "You truly are beauty beyond compare…"
Belle's supple and yielding breasting rose and fell sharply as she tried to catch her breath. Her nipples reminded Gaston of rosebuds at spring just waiting to come into bloom and look delectable under the moonlight peering through the dusty window. Her usually tidy chestnut hair spilled around her head like a halo but a few wayward tendrils overcastted her eyes. Belle's shot at him hate but Gaston could swear her own lust was rising as well.
Gaston swallowed, his mouth watering at the sight of her and felt the errant desire rising in his loins to do something about it. He brought his hands to her breasts and she gasped as she did before. His hands, rough and calloused from the hunt, did not seem worthy to even touch her bare skin but he knew he did. He waited too long to lulled into awe of her. She was to be his and only his, with nothing lofty about her.
Gaston went to kiss her again, this time trailing down pass her collarbone and to where his hands had been. Belle turned her head away and shuddered, squeezing her eyes tight and bit on her lip. Gaston looked up at her and still saw her resistance and decided he had to break her first.
With one swift motion, Gaston took one of Belle's rosebuds into his mouth.
Belle tried to muffle her scream but it was of no use. Her body was beginning to betray her. She could feel his tongue slowly roll around her nipples as jolts of pleasure were sent coursing through her body. Gaston chuckled smugly to himself and moved to the other one, this time allowing his teeth to gently rake over it with more pressure. Belle jerked as another wave hit her, slowly becoming swept away in his storm. She didn't even notice one hand steadily trailing down towards the apex of her thighs.
Gaston lightly touched the flesh there. "Damn, you're so wet, Belle…" he whispered against her skin. "You cannot deny this…you want me…"
Belle tried to protest but Gaston bit down on her breast, strangling her words from her. She could only scratch out one word: "…no…"
Gaston locked his eyes with her. "No? I don't think your body agrees with you." He then placed his knees in between her legs, forcing her legs to stay apart and pressed one finger inside of her. Tight, just like Gaston knew she would be. He slowly receded and plunged his finger again, her warm rain flowing onto his hand.
"When you are with me, you have no talk for this 'no', understand? Your body no longer belongs to you. It's now mine to do whatever I wish of it. And what I intend to do with it is to get what I have been wanting from you for so long. You can deny me all you want to, but I will have this. You cannot take that from me now that I have you..."
'…bastard…." She said, her voice still shaking.
"One day, you'll be begging for it, Belle," Gaston responded. "You remember that."
Gaston could feel a barrier that could not allow him to go any further inside of her. Despite knowing that Belle still had a heart for her beloved beast, she was still virgin. She never gave herself to him. Gaston silently praised whatever god there was and found renewed power in knowing that he was to be the first, and only, man to ever enter her.
He got off of the bed and made quick work of all of his clothes, and stood before her as naked as the day he was born. Belle didn't want to look but her curiosity got the better of her. Gaston was still the brutish gorilla she always known him to be; only he had much less hair. His muscles her very defined from his profession and he thick black hair was lose onto his shoulders. Her eyes followed the path of hair from his chest to the place she could see he wanted her the most. Her heart raced and she panicked even more, not at all prepared for the onslaught it would wreak on her body.
Gaston climbed back onto the bed, moving Belle's limbs to make her open for him again.
"I told you, do not make this hard on yourself," Gaston said, trying to gather his patience. "Do not refuse me!"
"It's too big!" Belle hollered, surprising herself at her vulgarity.
Gaston only smiled. "That just means you'll have to make room for me then…"
He pulled Belle's legs around his waist and stroked his member around Belle's opening, coating it with her juices. Without hesitation, Gaston plunged inside of her, ripping away at her maidenhead. Belle screamed in Gaston's ear but he was undaunted. He nearly came then and there from the sensation of her hot silk enveloping him.
Belle was in pain, she literally felt as if he had split her in two! She could feel tears sting at her eyes as she watched him move within her. His brow furrowed as the intensity of his lust filled the room. Gaston went harder and faster, trying to sate himself and dispel the hurricane seizing up in his loins. Belle's screams fell on deaf ears as completing his pleasure was the only thing occupying his senses. His hands gripped at her hips and he raised her high enough so that his hips could drive his cock deeper inside of his wife, sensing that his end was near. With one final destructive thrust, Gaston wailed as he came violently inside of Belle, releasing torrent after torrent of his seed.
He collapsed on top of her totally spent. Belle could feel his heart beat maniacally inside his broad chest. She tried to squirm away but Gaston made her stay still, not wanting to disconnect from her just yet. After what seemed like forever, Gaston at last pulled his now harmless cock out from her and a flow of their comingling followed.
Belle moved as far away on the bed as she could and curled up into a ball, hugging her knees to her chest and pulled the pelt over her head. Gaston ignored the sounds of his wife's shame and sadness and went to sleep, knowing that that was only just the beginning.
