Title: Gaston's Hunt
Comm By: DarknessRissing
Tags: Underage, Rape, Alcohol, Bloomers, Stripping, Biting, Penetration, Anal, Theft

The warm glow of the sun caressed the hunter's cheeks as he crept through the forest of his new home. Try as he might to stick to the shadow of the trees the sun would always find him in the forests of Enchancia. It mattered little to Gaston, either way, he would claim his mark, if he can bag a stag in the worst of storms, he can bag one in the sun.

He held his bow tight, an arrow notched loosely into place as he made his way through his new territory. He squinted and focused on the sounds around him. The flutter of a wing. Too small. Light ruffling of a squirrel jumping through the branches. No that would never do. The sound of something bursting through leaves caught his attention. Something bigger. A deer? Perhaps even a stag. Now that would be something worthy of his attention, but where Gaston expected to hear the harsh sound of hooves galloping against the dirt he instead heard the high-pitched sound of young girlish giggling.

The arrow loosened further until the string of the bow slackened back to its natural place. Gritting his teeth in irritation Gaston climbed a tree. Perching himself on a thick branch he found what he was looking for almost instantly and immediately the irritation he felt faded from his manly chest.

The girl's auburn hair brought back memories of Belle as she skipped through the faint shadows of the trees, her fair cheeks flushed with exertion. Her giggles filled the air like a melody as she skipped through the forest and right beneath his tree, ignorant of his presence.

In those few seconds, Gaston's lips twisted into his old confident smirk.

"Look's like I've found me mark," Gaston chuckled under his breath as he watched the girl skip away, her tiara sparkling in the summer sun. Back in France, he had the pelt of the prince of the forest adorning his throne, perhaps it was time to have the pelt of a princess adorn his mantle.

He took a moment to adjust the waistband of his trousers before he dropped from the branch and slung his bow back over his shoulder and replaced the arrow in its quiver. This prey required much more finesse than an arrow could possess.

…

Gaston spent the next day exploring the Dunwiddie Village he had moved to, subtly listening to the occasional conversation and flashing his winning smile at anyone that looked his way. It didn't take long to learn his quarry used to live on the streets he now stalked, which made it the perfect place to…arrange a meeting.

By the end of the day, he'd memorised the streets and back streets to the same level to which he knew his old tavern. He even found the perfect place for his trap, a plan quickly forming.

…

"Oof…sorry…I should have-"

"Not at all, I'm sorry I didn't see you." Gaston interrupted as he bent forward and offered the young princess a hand, giving her a kind smile.

Timidly Sofia took his hand and let him pull her up. Gaston felt a familiar hardening as his fingers curled around her small hands and felt how light she was as he lifted her back to her feet, he'd carried heavier game over one shoulder before.

The girl faltered as she stepped back, wincing in pain as she lifted her left foot to its toes, supporting herself on her right leg.

"Are you ok?"

"Err I think I hurt my ankle when I fell."

"Oh dear, may I have a look?"

Timidly Sofia stretched her leg out to him, slightly angling her foot before another wince of pain forced it back into a more natural position. Gaston dropped to one knee and took her heel in his hand, taking the moment to admire her fair complexion and how her purple slippers somehow highlighted the beauty. It was clear her ankle wasn't injured, she'd probably just fallen awkward, she'd be fine after she walked on it a few. He smirked when he noticed her foot lightly quivering in his hold, she reminded him of a young fawn, helpless and at his mercy.

"Hmm maybe you should keep off your feet for a while…tell you what, come with me and let me buy you a drink as an apology for knocking you over."

"Oh that's ok you don't have to-"

"I insist, I'm pretty sure I know a few drinks that might even help you feel better, they can numb the pain, then when you're feeling better I'll help you home."

"Oh…that does sound nice…"

"Splendid, allow me to help you there," without waiting for a response Gaston gathered her up in his arms, smiling at her when she let out a startled scream, before proceeding to carry her down one of the side streets.

He got an odd look from one or two of the villagers but when they saw the little princess wasn't really in a state of distress they went back to their days. This was too easy. A few turns and a twist down an almost hidden street and Gaston was stood outside of a rather…dilapidated tavern with a sign above the door that read with chipped paint 'The Lucky Duck' with a small painting of a duck beneath it where someone had carved an x over its eye.

He gave Sofia another smile, she felt tense in his arm, like a little fawn ready to bolt at the slightest sound.

"I know it doesn't look like much, but it really is a nice place."

Gaston pushed open the door with his elbow. The tavern was mostly empty apart from a man at a bar hunched over an early pint, though going by his posture it wasn't his first and a group of scruffy gents sat around a small circular table playing cards with a small pile of coins in the centre of the table.

Gaston made his way to the back of the tavern, finding a small booth where he carefully placed Sofia on the ripped upholstery. She looked up at him, her light blue eyes wide with unease.

"I'll go get you one of those drinks to help your ankle."

Again without waiting for a reply Gaston turned and made his way to the bar and ordered Sofia a very sweet wine and a nice manly pint for himself. This was why he'd chosen this place, the bartender didn't give a shit how old you were, last night a boy barely as old as Sofia was downing shots.

He gave the man an extra gold coin, he was sure he'd get the hint, the princess was never here. When he got back to the table he made a show of pouring Sofia a glass of wine.

"For milady," he smiled offering the glass, Sofia took it hesitantly and took a timid sip her eyes widening at the flavour and with that sip the princess had stepped into his trap.

That one drink turned into one bottle, then a second. It was child's play to lead Sofia around conversations about herself as he subtly topped up her drink, soon her eyes were drooping and she went from swaying in her seat to leaning back in her seat, all the tension gone from her body. A fawn submitting to its fate, now it was time to lose his arrow.

"How's your ankle?"

Sofia's delicate brows came together in confusion, beneath the table he felt her leg rise inadvertently stroking his inner thigh. Subconsciously his legs opened, permitting her entrance, his erection now straining for release. But now wasn't the time. He would mount this princess soon, just not yet.

She rotated her ankle testing it, caressing his inner thigh, Gaston closed his leg slightly, helping it maintain contact with her foot.

"All better!" Sofia laughed before abruptly jumping to her feet, bracing a hand on the table she climbed up onto the sofa and proceeded to stretch her leg out and even twirled in place like a dizzy ballerina, her gown fluttering outward and giving Gaston a glance of her pale pink stockings and the barest hint of rose pink bloomers with a petal pattern.

Her balance shifted as she swayed during her display and before Sofia knew what was happening she was falling. Gaston stood from his seat, almost knocking the chair over as he caught the girl, her face burying itself in his hard chest. Her cheeks glowed as she looked up at him from his chest.

"So…hard…you must be strong…"

Gaston nipped his lower lip, it was very hard not to mount this girl on this table. She shifted closer to him, unaware that with her position she was grinding her crotch over his bulge.

"I think we better get you somewhere you can rest before we have another stumble," Gaston gave a forced laugh, she continued to look up at him, her brows coming together in confusion again.

Gaston altered his hold until he cradled her against his firm chest, enjoying how the drunk girl was starting to rub herself against his muscled physique. He carried her out of the tavern and took the back streets back to his place, very aware of how she somehow snuggled further into his chest to avoid the cool night breeze.

She had fallen asleep by the time he got back inside his abode. The hunter placed her on his red throne, adorned with a set of buck antlers, by the fire and set about lighting the logs. The amber glow breathed life into the room and somehow made the girl even more beautiful. Her chest lightly fell and rose as she slept in his chair, his eyes trailing down her princess gown, to the purple slippers hiding her feet.

It was time to start undressing his prey.

Carefully he removed her slippers, exposing her tights-clad feet, the fabric outlining her cute little toes. He lifted a slipper to his face and inhaled her fragrance, a mixture of feminine musk and cherry lotion filled his nose. His cock again began to strain against its confines.

Gaston placed the slippers by the fire and, unable to help himself, took her tiny foot into his hand and began to fondle it, memorising the shape with his fingers. So small. So delicate. Sofia moaned, shifting slightly, stretching her foot out again, accidentally pressing the warm sole of her foot against Gaston's cheek.

"Mmm…" Gaston open his mouth, turning slightly her toes slipped inside and his tongue stroked under her toes. This was how a princess tasted. Salty. He pulled her foot back and pressed his lips to her sole, kissing it like he would have done Bella's lips before his parted and he let his teeth lightly press into her clothed sole. Sofia's toes curled as another moan escaped her. He was so fucking hard.

"Mmm…Gaston…"

His eyes flicked up to the sleepy girl, eyes still half closed as she looked at him. He pulled his mouth back from her foot but kept his hold, lightly massaging them as she drunkenly looked at him.

"How are you feeling?"

"Sleepy…"

He frowned a moment. It would be easy, just wait for her to fall asleep but…the image of her skirt lifting as she danced came back to his mind and he had to shift again grunting slightly as he felt his cock grind against the fabric of his clothing.

"That's a shame, I was hoping a princess like yourself would honour me with a dance."

"A…dance…?" her smile grew and her head fell to one side.

"Oh yes, I've never danced with a princess before," a thought crossed Gaston's mind and the corner of his mouth lifted, "I would do anything for such an honour, anything," he made sure to stress the last word as he maintained eye contact with his game.

"Anything…?" Sofia's cheeks flushed brightly again and she stifled a giggle into her hand.

"Anything, you just have to ask my princess," he replied with a bow, making sure his face pressed against the top of the foot he was still holding.

Sofia swallowed.

"Can I see your…muscles?"

Gaston sat up releasing her ankle and gripped either side of his shirt before giving it a harsh pull forcing the buttons to come undone, their clasps like gasps of release as they were freed of the tension. Gaston shrugged off the scarlet fabric and struck a pose, tensing his arm and chest muscles, enjoying how Sofia began to sway admiring his hairy muscular chest.

Sofia leaned forward and touched his chest, her small hand quivering against his muscles, her fingers sliding through his masculine hair.

"So hard…"

'That's not the only thing that's hard.'

Gaston stood up, his bulge caressing Sofia's still outstretched arm, throbbing with sudden pleasure.

"Now, a dance milady?" Gaston offered her a hand, and the young princess happily took it and was pulled into a twirl, her gown flaring outwards.

Sofia stepped away from the hunter and began to dance for him, not even realizing the dark-haired man had stopped. She pranced about the room, giggling as her dress would flutter, catching hair and making her feel as if she could fly like she was a fairy princess.

She went into a pirouette, the room becoming a blur as it spun around her. Gaston stepped forward and gave the ties of her dress a light pull and the poorly formed knot came undone, the dress became loose on her shoulders, slipping down. Gaston took her arms and guided her as though they were waltzing, he dragged his thumbs over the fabric of her dress and let it slide down to her elbows.

Sofia stumbled and fell back from her partner, her dress falling until it pooled at her stockinged feet. She looked down surprised as she stepped out of the dress before looking back at Gaston and suddenly bursting out laughing.

"What's so funny?" Gaston laughed.

"We're both naked!" She laughed, falling back onto the floor and kicking her petite slender legs in glee.

Gaston unbuckled his belt and kicked off his boots before letting his trousers fall. Taking a step forward he stood above the laughing princess and when she opened her eyes the shadow of his clothed cock covered her face. The side made him throb, the shadow even reached her neck.

"Now we are!" Gastone laughed.

Sofia's laughter soon died though as she stared up at him with lidded eyes.

"What's that?"

"What's what?" he asked, his laughter fading.

Sofia raised her arm to point to his cock, her fingertip gracing his member, the sudden contact making her pull back as it bounced.

"That's my cock, it's what boys have."

She started giggling again.

"I know that…is it supposed to be…like that?"

"Ah, it gets like that when I'm happy."

Sofia sat herself up before resting on her knees, giving Gaston a really good view of her. Sofia's hair was messy and no longer combed perfectly, her tiara crooked as if ready to fall off, her petite undeveloped tits capped with tiny pink nipples perked for him, her petalled bloomers and the tights that just barely failed to reach them exposing that tiny hint of creamy flesh.

He could take her right now and she could do nothing about it. She was his prey and she still didn't know it, the thought made him feel powerful.

"Err…can I see it?" her eyes were locked on his hidden member.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Are you sure princess?"

She giggled and nodded.

"Your wish is my command," and with that Gaston removed his boxers and allowed his large hard cock to spring free.

Sofia reached out a hand, and slowly as if scared it was going to bite her wrapped her fingers around it, her thumb briefly brushing the tip as she took hold. He moaned as he throbbed and she suddenly pulled her hand back startled.

Such a naughty princess.

He couldn't hold back anymore.

"Tell you what princess how about I get us another special drink then I can show you how it works."

"How it works?"

Gaston retrieved a bottle of brandy from a wall cabinet and poured them both a glass, though while his back was to the half-naked princess he reached into the cabinet and pulled out a small vile filled with a green liquid and added a drop to her drink.

He handed Sofia the drink, she smiled and downed it like a champ before coughing violently, it wasn't nearly as sweet as the wine from the tavern but that didn't matter the job was done. Gaston gathered her up in his arms and cradled her to his chest, making sure to hold her just low enough that her bloomer-clad rear rubbed against his cock with each step he took.

He opened the door to his bedroom as he held the girl one-handed, kicking it shut behind him he laid her down on his kingsized bed. She looked up at him drunkenly, smiling, her eyes lingering on his cock as they began to close. Gaston let his hunter's smirk show as he reached over her and plucked the tiara from her head just as her eyes closed.

He had his trophy, now to enjoy his reward and taste his game.

He peeled the tights off her legs first, lifting her feet to his lips again he sucked her bare toes into his mouth, running his tongue under them and between them. His cock throbbed at her taste. He would get used to this.

Next, he slowly pulled down her bloomers, exposing her bald pink slit. He stroked her puffy lips with his index finger. Sofia breathed deeply in her sleep, lifting her hips for him slightly and opening her legs. He leaned in and gave her cunt a long slow lick.

Was this how Belle tasted? Or did the years change the flavour? He should have tasted her back then.

Gaston brought the tiara to her puss and slid one end into her pussy. A small high-pitched moan escaped the sleeping girl. Gaston grinned and began to pump her pussy with her tiara sliding it in and out. His trophy will be marked with her scent and her taste for as long as possible.

Her breathing became more rapid and he began to move the tiara faster. Sweat glistened on her naked body. Her toes curled against his thighs in her sleep and her young pussy shot a stream of cum onto his stomach. He laughed and slowly slid the tiara out of her cunt, glistening with her cum.

"I stole your first orgasm princess, and now you're going to take mine like a good little girl," his cock throbbed at his own words, girls should know their place and that was on his cock.

He lay on the bed and pulled her on top of him. He lifted her over his cock, his tip brushed her sticky, wet lips and he hesitated. His grin grew, he held in position and with his spare hand picked up her tiara again and positioned it so the clean edge touched her anus.

"You are mine."

He slowly slid the tiara into her asshole until the gem touched her rosebud like a jewelled butt plug. Next, he began to lower her, his tip pushed past her lips then he thrust his lips and buried himself in her, Sofia cried out in her sleep, whether in pain or pleasure or both Gaston didn't care. He began to thrust, pounding her cunt, lifting her tiny body off the bed only for it to fall back down fully onto his cock. Blood began to seep around his cock as he destroyed her hymen.

She felt so fucking good on his cock, her tight cunt milking him as he destroyed her cunt. Her hot tight walls squeezed his cock.

"Fuck yes!"

He rolled over, slamming her face first into his bed sheets as he continued to slam into her, bruises forming inside her milky thighs.

He could feel the need building, from a night's teasing, he needed the release. He came and he came hard. Cum began to seep out around his cock mixing with the remains of her hymen. But this was far from over.

Gaston continued to fuck the unconscious princess long into the night until all she could do was leak his superior cum. After all, no one fucks like Gaston.

Once he was done Gaston left the girl and retrieved a small bulb he'd acquired from Dr Faciliar, he nipped the tip of the bulb and held it above the abused girl, tossing her clothing, well most of them, on top of her. A murky green liquid dripped onto her body.

"Take her home."

And with those words, Sofia vanished from his bed leaving only a vague shape of her body behind and the lingering scent of her sweat mixed with the musk of sex. If all goes to plan she'll be back in her bed and wake up with a headache and no clue that he'd claimed her virtue.

Gaston took the tiara back to his living room and placed the intimately scented trophy atop his mantlepiece before placing the princess's slippers on either side of it, they were his trophies. Though he did have to admit they did look quite lonely on their lonesome. But that would change in time and for the best hunter ever known, time was all Gaston needed.

"Now, what should I hunt next," he mused allowed as he smirked at the trophies, the flickering light of the fire adding an almost sinister aura to the tiara as his smirk grew.