Beauty and the Beast - Happily Ever After (An Erotica Short Story)

Chapter 2: Made from Love

By: Savannah Willove

Several weeks had passed since Belle and Adam had consummated their marriage. It was silly, but Belle couldn't help blushing each time her eyes rested on her husband's face. Her husband. She and Adam were finally married. Another flush crept up her cheek as she remembered their intense love-making. It had been wonderful, like nothing she had ever experienced before. Once she had crossed the line from girl to woman, there was no turning back. Her Adam had awakened a hunger inside her that could never be sated. It was hard to be around him for more than a few minutes without wanting to devour him.

Adam was as gentle as ever, even more so when they made love. He always tended to her needs first, seeing to it that she thoroughly enjoyed herself each time. So why did her heart thrum in her chest each time their eyes met? Why was she so nervous each time he had his way with her? It seemed a part of Belle was still innocent. Most would consider it a flaw in character, but not Adam. He loved the way his beauty blushed for him whenever he stood before her, gloriously naked and painfully hard for her. He loved how shy she was when he put his hands on her, and stripped her of her clothing. Nothing aroused him more than the innocence she held in her eyes. While she was no longer physically innocent, her heart and soul remained pure. So pure, Adam was sure, that no act could ever taint her.

Belle sat on the large windowsill of her library, her legs curled beneath her as she read her favorite play - Romeo and Juliet. She had read it countless times before, but she never tired of the words before her. The tragic story of two star-crossed lovers who died for the right to love one another, despite their family's differences, was one she could never become bored with. Love conquered all. After all, were it not for the power of love, her Adam would be lost - a wild Beast who no longer remembered his former life as the Prince of France. Their beloved servants, who were more like family to them, would be gone - nothing more than inanimate objects lying around the castle, forgotten forever.

A strange feeling came over Belle, and she set her book down beside her. She felt flushed, though not in a good way. She stood then, intending to procure a glass of water, when she lost her balance and plummeted to the ground. Her head slammed into the side of an end table as she went, knocking her unconscious.

Lumiere was close by, on his way to the dining room when he heard the loud crash. He rushed toward the sound, fearful that an intruder had broken into the castle's library and harmed their beloved princess.

"Madame!" he yelled upon finding her, rushing to her side. Belle was wounded, a deep gash cutting across her forehead where the table had met her skull. Blood pumped freely from the wound, and Lumiere's heart dropped into his stomach at the sight of her. "Mrs. Potts!" he yelled, desperately wanting someone to help. "Cogsworth! 'ELP! I need 'elp!" He scrambled to lift Belle off the ground, resting her head in his lap. He pulled a handkerchief from his breast pocket and covered the deep slit, hoping to stop the bleeding. A moment later, Mrs. Potts burst through the large doors with Cogsworth hot on her tail.

"Oh, my! What happened, Lumiere?" She rushed to his side and inspected the princess. She lay in a heap on the floor, her head propped on Lumiere's thigh - a handkerchief drenched in blood resting on her head.

"I 'eard a crash, I came running and found 'er on ze floor!"

"Oh my," Cogsworth mumbled, still standing several feet away from Belle, his legs shaking nervously. "When will Master be home? He's sure to be furious..."

"Pipe down, Cogsworth!" yelled Mrs. Potts, "and help us carry her to the master chamber." The three servants worked together to lift and carry Belle off the ground, and rushed her to the bedroom. Once the princess was safely on the bed, Mrs. Potts got to work. "Lumiere, bring me a wash basin with warm water and clean dressing! Cogsworth, I'll need my sewing kit from the laundry suite...top shelf, on the left. Hurry now!"

"Oui, Madame!" Lumiere made haste, Cogsworth hobbling behind him. Moments later, both men returned with all the requested items. Mrs. Potts hurriedly got to work, removing the blood-soaked handkerchief from Belle's now pale face. She cleaned the wound with a clean rag and warm water, carefully removing all blood from the princess's face and hair. She quickly began to stitch the deep gash with a needle and thread, and wrapped it with fresh dressing.

The others never left the chamber, hoping desperately that Mrs. Potts could fix whatever damage had already been done. The three of them sat beside Belle in silence, Mrs. Potts holding her delicate hand with her own. A few moments later, the princess stirred. Her eyes fluttered open, and relief washed over them like a fresh breeze.

"Oh, Belle!" A tear slipped from Mrs. Potts' eye, but she quickly swiped at it. "Dearie, what ever happened?" Bell groaned, her hand flying to her head as the pain shocked her.

"Mrs. Potts? Lumiere...Cogsworth? Wha...what happened?" she mumbled, still groggy and not fully aware. Belle propped herself up on an elbow but Mrs. Potts quickly placed a firm hand on her shoulder, forcing her head back onto the pillow.

"You mustn't strain yourself, love. You've had quite the fall. Do you remember anything?" Belle furrowed her brows in concentration, trying to recall her memory. Images of a book in her hand flashed across her mind's eye. She remembered being overtaken by a strange sensation...but nothing but darkness followed.

"I felt...strange," she began, her words a little slurred, "I remember trying to stand...but that's all. I can't remember anything else."

"She must 'ave lost consciousness," Lumiere considered, worry etched across his face. "I came as quickly as I could, Madame. I'm so sorry I could not stop your fall."

Belle dismissed him with a wave of her hand, the other pressed against her dressing on her forehead. "It hurts," she whispered.

"I know it does, dear. Just try to rest. Master won't be back until morning, but I won't leave your side. I promise." Belle nodded, and her eyes began to droop. "Rest, love. It's all right." Belle closed her eyes, and a moment later, her breathing was deep and even. Mrs. Potts turned her attention to Lumiere and Cogsworth.

"Boys, I need one of you to ride into town. She needs a doctor, the poor dear." Without hesitation, Lumiere squared his shoulders and saluted Mrs. Potts.

"I won't be but a few 'ours," he turned to leave, but stopped to look back at Belle once more. His expression became pained, and he took a step back into the room, and closer to Belle. He gently rested his hand on her sleeve and sighed. "Mrs. Potts..." he whispered, the sorrow in his voice evident, "keep 'er safe. I will return." Mrs. Potts nodded, tears filling her eyes as she watched him go.

"What shall I do, Madame?" Cogsworth asked, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

"Just keep an eye out for the master...he'll be wanting an explanation when he arrives." And with that, he was dismissed. Cogsworth was already a nervous man, but this situation was getting the better of him. He was certain that the prince would be enraged. Yes, Madame Belle had tamed The Beast, but Cogsworth was certain that his short temper was still there, suppressed by his beautiful love. Why did he always have to be the bearer of bad news? Surely Prince Adam would forget his gentle nature upon hearing what happened to his sweet bride. Cogsworth trudged out of the bedroom chamber, his feet dragging slowly behind him.


"WHERE IS SHE?"

"I must insist that you remain calm, sir. I assure you that everything is under control."

"UNDER CONTROL? You call this having everything under control? I trust you with the most important thing in the world to me...where is she? I demand to see her!"

"She's in your bedroom chamber but I do insist that you wai...sir! Come back!"

Adam shoved his way past Cogsworth and barreled up the stairs - taking them two at a time. He nearly tripped over his own feet turning the corner to the west wing. He skidded to a halt when he reached the chamber door, and rested his head against the cold metal. He tried to gather himself, fearing the worst for Belle. He heard voices beyond the door and lurched forward.

He entered the room to find Belle sitting in the center of their enormous bed, propped up with several pillows. Mrs. Potts sat beside her, and a strange man waved a pen in front of her face. Adam noticed the white bandages wrapped around her head - a hint of red bleeding through the fabric. His heart thumped with anguish. He watched as Belle followed the pen with her eyes, wherever the man moved it. Relief washed over him.

"Belle." He whispered, unable to hide the pain in his voice. Belle's head turned in surprise upon hearing his voice, and she smiled when she saw him.

"Adam!" She cried, tears welling in her eyes. Her heart burst with joy from the sight of her love. Nothing made her happier. Adam rushed to her and Mrs. Potts stood so that he could take her place.

"What happened to you?" He begged, needing desperately to know that she was alright. Mrs. Potts sensed the urgency in his voice and intervened.

"The doctor here seems to believe she has a mild concussion. Looks like our princess has been dehydrated...she fainted, sir. But don't you worry, she'll be fine." Belle felt her face heat with shame. She felt like such a fool. She had caused all that fuss and had worried everyone in the castle half to death, and it was all because she forgot to drink water.

"How do you feel?" Adam asked, cupping her face in his hand. Belle leaned into his touch, relishing the warmth he radiated. Adam pulled her to him and planted a soft kiss to her lips. Belle cringed against his shoulder as a sharp pain struck her through the head. Adam felt her tense in his arms and released her immediately. "Belle?"

"Headache." She explained, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes. When she opened her eyes, she felt dizzy. She watched in awe as Adam distorted before her - his blonde hair wiggling around on his head. The nausea suddenly hit her, and she lurched forward. The vomit rose in her throat, and to her horror, expelled itself onto her dear husband's lap. She slowly lifted her head to look at him, and met his cobalt eyes, wide with disbelief. "I'm sorry," she whispered, dropping her face into her hands.

"That's to be expected, Your Majesty," the doctor addressed Adam, "common symptoms of a concussion include nausea, vomiting, dizzy spells, memory loss...it will pass." The doctor bowed before turning to leave, Mrs. Potts escorted him out while discussing Belle's treatment plan. It turned out that a concussion could take anywhere between weeks and months to heal. It looked as though Belle was going to be off her feet for a while.

Adam turned his attention back to Belle and pulled her hands to his. He pressed a kiss to each hand before he spoke, "I'm not upset, love. I'm worried. You need to rest...and I need to change." He teased her, smiling, before pressing a kiss to her forehead. Belle laid back against her pillows and closed her eyes to rest. Adam stripped out of his wet clothes and ran a bath for them.


Several weeks passed, and Belle was feeling much better. She no longer had dizzy spells or headaches. But she couldn't seem to shake the nausea. In any case, the doctor cleared her, stating she could resume her regular daily activities. There was one particular activity that she couldn't wait to engage in. Belle missed Adam so much. He had barely touched her since she was injured. He was so afraid to hurt her, or cause her condition to worsen, that he treated her like glass. He tended to her every need, bringing her anything she needed. He was as sweet and as perfect as he always was, but Belle missed his touch.

Her goal tonight was to seduce her husband. If only she could get a hold of this nausea. Belle swiped at the loose strands of hair that hung in her face as she hoisted herself up off the floor. She wiped at her mouth, and began to brush her teeth. She washed the bitter taste of vomit from her mouth, and freshened up. Back in the bedroom, Adam was sound asleep in bed. Belle secretly hoped that he would have awoken upon feeling her leave the bed. Oh well, Belle thought, dropping her nightgown to the floor and scurrying to the bed to join her husband under the sheets. This will be fun. Belle cuddled close to Adam, draping her leg over his thigh and resting it closely to his shaft. She ran a hand down his hard body, and curled into him. Her fingers feathered across his defined chest, down to the dips and valleys of his abdominals. She let her hand rest just above his waist. She listened to the sounds of his breathing, and pressed her ear against his chest so she could listen to his heart.

Belle hooked her fingers in the waist of Adam's trousers, and exposed his manhood. She gently took him into her hands and began to stroke him. She felt him stir then, and felt his appendage become long and thick in her tiny hand. She dared to steal a peek at him, and ice-blue eyes met brown. He blinked a few times, and his eyes grew wide.

"Belle? What are you...oooh" he moaned, and his head fell back against the pillow. Belle flashed him a sexy smile, and continued her work on him. Adam blinked away his sleepiness and focused on what was happening. Belle was stroking him with her gentle hands, and it was amazing.

"Adam," she whispered, her lips against his neck, "don't you miss me? I miss you so much...I want you..." Belle practically begged him. She couldn't take it anymore. It had almost been a month since she had the concussion, and the good old doctor gave her a clean bill of health. She wanted to make love to her husband, and she was determined to make that happen. Adam looked at her lovingly, thinking of how much he loved her. He wanted her...he absolutely wanted her. But he didn't want to harm her. He wasn't so sure that she was completely healed. She was still having severe nausea and vomiting just about every day since she injured herself. Something was definitely still wrong with her. He lifted his hand to her face and dragged a finger across the small, fading pink scar above her brow. He frowned, sighed, and pressed a kiss to it. "I'm fine," she whined, seeing the worry in his eyes.

"Are you sure about that? I worry about you, Belle. I just love you so much." Belle's heart swelled, and she pressed a kiss to his mouth.

"Adam, love...I'm perfectly fine. And I miss my husband...don't you want me?" Adam softened at this, and knew immediately that he couldn't deny her. He had missed the feel of her body on his. There had been so many nights when he thought he might go crazy if he didn't touch her, but her health mattered above all, and she had not yet been well. She looked well in front of him now though, but he still wasn't sure. Either way, he knew she would get her way tonight. He stared into her deep, brown eyes and was immediately lost in the endless chocolate color. He felt as though he could fall into the darkness with her, and stay there forever.

He growled, unable to control himself any longer. The sight of her had him painfully hard and wanting her. But he wouldn't take her so hastily. He was making up for lost time. Tonight, he would love his Belle slowly. He planned to explore every inch of her and make sure that she was well taken care of. Adam rolled on top of her, nestling himself between her legs. He pressed a wet kiss to her neck and delved two fingers into her waiting core. He was pleased to find her wet and ready for him, and his arousal kicked against her belly. Belle writhed beneath him, moaning in his ear as he stretched her with his fingers. He placed the pad of his thumb to her clitoris and began to circle it repeatedly, making her buck beneath his hand.

He lifted his head to watch her, not wanting to miss a single one of her reactions. He loved watching the way she responded to his touch when they made love. She was a sight to behold. As she laid there before him, Adam observed her closely. He loved the way her hair was tousled all over the pillow, her hands clutching the sheets on either side of her head. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes at half mast, mouth slightly parted...she was incredibly sexy. He continued to work on her bundle of nerves while stretching her with his fingers. She bit her lip then, stifling a moan. Adam curled his fingers inside her, and hit her sweetest spot, causing her to cry out his name. He pressed his thumb flat against her nub as she orgasmed in his palm. He smiled at her wickedly, and lubricated himself with her juices. He bent forward to press a kiss to the curve of her ear before whispering, "Are you ready, beauty?"

Belle nodded eagerly, wanting nothing more than to have him inside her. Adam kicked her thighs farther apart with his knees as he settled his hard length at the apex of her thighs. He watched her eyes widen with anticipation, and didn't miss the way her breathing quickened when he nudged the head of his shaft past her lower lips and into her tight channel. Her eyes rolled shut when he entered her, and he loved every tiny moan she loosed as he began to stroke her deeply. He found the perfect pace - not too fast, not too slow. He loved her with evenly timed thrusts and deep penetration, hitting her in the right spot each time. She wriggled beneath him, her moans growing louder with each stroke.

Adams hands explored her body, sliding down her shoulders to the fullness of her breasts. He clutched her waist, and didn't miss the prominent width of her hips - they were wider than they used to be, and her body felt more voluptuous. He wondered how long it had really been since they last made love, because her body felt almost new to him. She was amazing, and sexier than he had ever seen her before. He was overwhelmed by how much he loved her.

Belled clung to her love desperately, digging her short nails into the flesh of his muscled forearms. She met him thrust for thrust, never wanting him to stop. She struggled to keep her eyes open, wanting to see the ocean-blue depths of his eyes as he took her. If he kept stroking into her at this torturous rate, she was going to explode. She was sure of it.

Adam lifted Belle's hips off the bed and curled into her, impaling her so deeply that she felt a twinge of pain mixed with her pleasure. She cried out loud and he clutched her to him when she unfolded completely, going limp in his arms. Adam lowered her onto the bed and buried himself to the hilt inside of her, pressing a kiss to her neck. He thrusted into her quickly, drawing out her orgasm and bringing himself closer to his. He felt the liquid heat shoot through him, and his seed burst into her. He trembled above her before they both sank into the bed in a heap. Belle breathed heavily, struggling to expand her lungs with his heavy weight on her. He was still inside her, and she could feel him going soft. She turned her face to the side to see a single bright blue eye peeking at her from behind a curtain of thick, blonde hair. She could feel him smiling against her skin, though she could not see it. She reached for his face and removed the hair from blocking her view of him. He was sprawled on stop of her, his head resting on her shoulder as he stared at her. They smiled lazily at one another, and eventually he rolled off of her, and pulled her into his embrace.

Belle fell asleep with her cheek nestled into Adam's chest, the light dusting of curly hair tickling her nose. There was a time when he was covered in long thick hair. Belle smiled at the memory, holding it dear in her heart. She sometimes missed her Beast, but she knew it was the soul she had fallen in love with. She fell in love with Beast, and the curse was lifted, bringing Adam to her life. The same soul she loved inside the Beast, only in his beautiful, natural form. No longer cursed, and no longer cruel as the world had seen him. Belle dreamed of her Beast that night.


Belle clutched the porcelain bowl in front of her - her head hanging on the edge. She was exhausted, and so very tired of the unrelenting nausea.

"Are you alright in there, dearie?" Mrs. Potts called from beyond doors of the bathing room.

"Ugh..." was all Belle managed to get out. She was too weak and tired to talk. She just wanted to make it to the floor and fall asleep on the cold ground. She hugged the porcelain, enjoying the coldness against her clammy skin.

"I'm coming in, dear." Mrs. Potts pushed the door open and came around the corner with a large steaming pot in one hand and a bundle of towels under her arm. "Oh, my...you look miserable, you poor dear. Let me draw you a bath." Mrs. Potts rushed the steaming pot over to the claw-foot tub, and began to pour hot water in. Belle struggled to stand, and lost her balance, nearly falling face first against the hard ground. Her arms shot out in front of her instinctively, and broke her fall. Mrs. Potts set the steaming water down and ran to her side, helping her to her feet. She helped her to a bench against the wall, and sat her down.

"I think I'm dying, Mrs. Potts," Belle grunted, sure that she had the plague. What else could be the cause of her horrible nausea? She had acquired a concussion over eight weeks ago, and had since healed. She no longer had headaches or dizziness. She could remember just fine, and was drinking more water. So why had she been vomiting on a daily basis? Mrs. Potts laughed, and rubbed her back.

"This is perfectly natural, poppet. It will get better in a few more weeks." Belle looked at her, confused. How could Mrs. Potts possibly know that? The doctor had said that she was better. The nausea should have already been cured. Belle felt her temper rise, and was suddenly aggravated.

"This is not natural, Mrs. Potts. There is something wrong with me. My concussion healed months ago. Why am I losing all three of my daily meals?!" Belle shouted with frustration. Mrs. Potts gave Belle a confused expression. Could it be that Belle didn't know that she...

"Dearie, did you not realize? Why, my dear...you're with child!" Belle's eyes widened in disbelief. Could it be? "Belle, you haven't had your monthly for over three cycles...I haven't had to whiten any of your linens. I thought for sure that you knew!" Belle shook her head, her mouth gaping. She struggled to find words. She was with child? Her heart lurched in her chest and she felt ecstatic. As if on cue, a knock sounded at the door.

"Belle?" Adam's deep voice called her from beyond the door. Mrs. Potts poured the rest of the hot water into the tub, and laid out a robe and towel before excusing herself.

"Come in," Belle called. Adam entered, nodding at Mrs. Potts as she passed by him. He smiled when his eyes settled on his wife. He took in her absolute beauty. His gaze raked the length of her body and he appreciated her luscious curves. She seemed to be becoming more and more shapely as time went on. He wanted to devour her. When his gaze returned to her eyes, he sensed there was something on her mind. Adam took a seat next to her on the bench.

"How are you feeling?" He offered her an easy opening, hoping that she would take it, and tell him what was wrong. Belle suddenly turned to him with a stunning smile on her face. "Am I missing something?" Adam chuckled, her smile too contagious for him not to reciprocate it.

"Adam, my love. We're having a baby." Adam's heart stuttered in his chest, and he wasn't sure he had heard her correctly.

"Pardon?" He asked again, hoping to have heard her correctly the first time. Hope and love burst in his chest as he waited.

"My love," she smiled, reaching for his hands and pulling them to her lips to press a kiss to them, "I'm with child." Adams heart flipped in his chest before jumping with joy. He had heard her right. Belle...his beautiful Belle was having a baby. His baby. He couldn't contain his excitement. He crushed her to him and took her mouth in a gentle kiss. Suddenly it all made sense to him. Her dizzy spells...the fainting. The constant vomiting and the curvaceous changes to her body (he didn't mind that last part). It was really true. Belle was pregnant.

"I love you, Belle," he whispered against her mouth, holding her close to him. Belle smiled up at him, her eyes telling him that she was over the moon. He thought of their future together, and saw his beautiful wife sitting in the library with their little ones running around her. She would be so beautiful as a mother. Even more beautiful than she was now...if that were ever possible. He kissed his love once more before stripping out of his clothes and leading her to the bath. Adam planned to show Belle just how happy he really was.

Fin.

***Author's Note***

I want to say thank you to all my readers, seeing your reactions whether via review, PM, or even marking me as a favorite, you inspired me to continue the story. Please review and suggestions are always welcome. I love sharing with you guys, so far this is a great experience for me. Let me know what else you would like to see, and I will do my best to create it for you! As always...happy reading.

Savannah.