Belle with Prince Adam and Gaston

Belle had only been back at the Beast's castle for a few weeks. And it had only been a few weeks since she inadvertently broken the spell and the Beast had transformed back into Prince Adam.

She was in the redecorated and much lighter West Wing, waiting for Adam to return from some hunting venture. Just thinking about his muscular chest, red hair and blue eyes made her feel very hot.

She suddenly heard a knock at the door and went to open it. She immediately shrank back in horror at what she saw: Gaston, alive.

"It can't be," she gasped, the same stunned look as when she had watched the Beast transform on her face. "You…you fell from the balcony. You're dead."

Gaston merely shook his head and swaggered in with a really inappropriate smirk on his face. "By a miracle, I didn't die, Belle. And now I've finally come to take you back…as mine." He had backed her into a literal corner by now. A sudden surge of adrenaline rushed through him. He put his arms around her, pulling her close; one hand reached for her cheek. Belle was startled and repulsed, but she surprised herself when her question of "What are you doing?" contained more curiosity than anxiety.

"I can't take it anymore." Gaston hissed and gripping her by the back of the neck, he kissed her passionately.

"Mmm!" Belle groaned in surprise. As Gaston kissed her, she naturally struggled against it, using her hands to push against his torso.

"No," she said, disengaging herself from his lips. "Gaston, I'm going to be married." That was true, preparations for her wedding were already being made. However, she was even more amazed to find herself saying this almost sadly, as if she were reluctant to refuse. There was something in her eyes as well, barely perceptible, Gaston noted. Something dark…was it…lust? Encouraged by this, Gaston smiled.

"Did you like that?" he asked before kissing her again. Belle moaned in protest once more, now thrashing her head from side to side to break the lip-lock.

"No, please!" she implored. "I don't want this!" But Gaston was already on her once more. "No…No!" Her refusal was only slightly muffled now by Gaston's mouth so as to be intelligible. Her arms pushed against him desperately now, but with Gaston's one hand at her waist and the other gripping the back of her head, she could not move. She jerked away yet again, even as Gaston continued to plant kisses along her face. "No, this isn't right." she concluded. That was all see could say before Gaston was on the attack again, his mouth finding his way back to, and consuming, hers.

Gaston had her in a vice-like grip now. It was not painful, just strong and firm. Belle continued to struggle, though she could no longer free her lips from his, much less her body.

"Mmmm….Mmm! Mm-hmm! Hmm!" she groaned, as Gaston made his move. His hand shifted down from Belle's waist to stroke her bum. Belle's pushing and obscured cries reached a fever pitch, a panic at this touch. She pushed at his head, his face now, anything to make him release her. What is he doing? Belle thought wildly. Why is he touching me -?

Suddenly, she felt her leg hitch up and around Gaston's waist. Oddly, there was no resistance here; it was almost involuntary.

And in that moment, everything changed. It was like someone had flipped a switch in Belle's brain. She suddenly liked this, this side of Gaston and what he was making her body do. She thought that, after the spell breaking and the Beast's transformation, she was now something of an expert on magic, but this was an entirely new kind.

"Mmm?….Mmmmmmm…" she hummed, her muffled cries turning in sighs of pleasure. Her arm, which had moments before been fighting Gaston, now snaked at the elbow around his neck. Her hands played with his hair. Gaston held her ever closer, his arms across her back.

And then she kissed him back. They were snogging desperately. Triumphant, Gaston began to dip her backwards. Belle's murmurs turned fearful for a moment, as she felt herself go backwards with no balance, but Gaston had her. They landed softly on a chair that was there. As they kissed, the pair thrashed along on the seat like a pair of eels. Belle's hands danced along Gaston's face and draped along his body as he held her, and they rolled around in each other's embrace. Gaston stroked Belle's cheek as he feasted upon her puffy, full mouth. Gaston finally let up on her lips and kissed her face. Belle sighed, her eyes half-closed out of pleasure as he ravished her. Another peck on the lips, and then he stopped to lovingly brush the hair out of her face. Both were breathing heavily, panting. Staring at each other, they chuckled and shared another, far more chaste kiss. Belle was his now.

"Do you love me?" the hunter asked her. Belle nodded. "Then where is the Beast?" Still in an almost trance, Belle couldn't answer. Fortunately, she didn't have to.

"Here he is!" bellowed a voice. Belle looked around to find her fiancé in the doorway. Her face went white. "Adam?"

"YOU!" Adam roared and lunged at Gaston. The two men wrestled on the floor. "Belle! Run!" Adam called, but the young woman didn't move.

"She is mine now! She was kissing me willingly!" Gaston growled as he struggled with the Prince. "What right do you have to her? And who are you? You're not the Beast!"

At this, Adam overpowered Gaston and pinned him to the nearest wall.

"Look into my eyes, hunter! What do you see?"

Gaston couldn't move, so he did as the Prince asked. A moment, and then a dawn of realization came over his face much like the one Belle experienced after Adam had first transformed.

"You…you ARE HIM!" Gaston shouted, and resumed struggling. Try as he did, though, he could not reach any of his weapons. At this, Belle finally came out of whatever stupor she was in.

"Stop it both of you!" she ordered. Both men looked at her, shocked. "Adam…he's right. I was kissing him of my own free will, but only after he seduced me. But…I still love you! And I will marry you! But…I want a chance to have…both of you."

"B-both of us?" Adam spluttered. He couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. Belle nodded. The two rivaling men looked at each other. Something odd passed between hunter and prince, so that they both understood what the future princess was getting at.

"We are not doing anything with each other. Only with you. Is that understood?" Gaston decided. Adam looked like he was going to protest Gaston calling the shots, on account that he was Belle's future husband, but instead closed his jaws.

Belle wrapped the purple cloak - the one Adam had worn until he transformed - around herself and beckoned the men to follow her. They arrived at the balcony where Gaston had fallen to his "death" and the transformation had happened. Belle lay on the cool stones and removed her clothing, leaving only the cloak to cover her body. The men stared, transfixed.

Belle beckoned to her fiancé. Adam lay on top of her, and she kissed him deeply. Her tongue invaded his mouth with such efficiency that Adam nearly gagged, but instead he held Belle and closed his eyes just enjoying it. Belle stripped him of his clothes - the same torn clothes he had transformed in - and then guided him into her center. The lovers rocked back and forth as Adam thrust, finding a rhythm.

"Uh…Uhhhhh…." Belle groaned and gasped as Adam invaded her womanhood. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she pressed against him for support, her breath coming in rough spurts through her nose, misting the air around them. She finally screamed his name as she came, and he soon followed inside of her. Belle kissed Adam one last time lovingly and he rolled off her. She now turned to Gaston.

"Your turn." She stood, and Gaston immediately pounced on her. They began to have wild sex standing up. Gaston kissed Belle's neck, her shoulders, all over her naked body from behind her as she leaned and writhed with pleasure against him. They kissed some more, gorging on each other's mouths like it was the only sustenance on Earth. Gaston feasted on Belle's breasts. He suddenly broke away and knelt before her at her feet.

Upon feeling Gaston's tongue between her legs, Belle let out a primal shriek of pleasure. She bucked into his face, daring him to continue. Tongue was quickly replaced by fingers, and Gaston used these to pump in and out of her. Belle's fingers gnarled past his black hair, into his scalp. She chanced a gaze into his green eyes below her.

"Don't stop until I've come," she snarled. Gaston continued to fuck her this way, and all Belle could do was hump against him and her bum smacking uselessly against the stone railing behind her. At last, with a growl, she came again. Gaston licked up her juices.

Then the men took her at the same time, each feasting on a breast while accomplishing the very impressive feat of sticking both of themselves into her at once. All three came again simultaneously, and Belle kissed each of them gratefully.

Belle did not get pregnant from this orgy. But she did rid herself of Gaston, who had only ever wanted her as something to be sexually conquered. She forgave him for trying to kill her and her true love, and in return, he supported her and Adam's relationship. He was even invited to and attended their wedding. All was as it should be.