Before she could take a step, one of the guards, the one standing by her left, took a single step and quickly gripped her arm.
Kaerith stumbled forward as he shoved her inside, making her lose balance, her bare feet sliding on the slick floor.
Then, she fell forward into the dark chamber, and the doors slid closed.
She heard a loud growl around her, followed by a soft scrape on the floor. Shutting her eyes close, she took a deep breath.
The beast was there with her.
The terror of his presence surrounded her, and it was suffocating.
Now, her fear surged up, unable to be controlled, as a cold chill washed over her, threatening to drown her.
"Calm down Kaerith." She whispered to herself.
Just then, a deep, resonating voice cut through the darkness, causing the walls to vibrate.
"Strip."
Kaerith froze, her heart beating fast as the word hit her like a physical blow, shocked that the beast could talk.
Strip? Here? In the dark? For him? Confusion warred in her head at the thought of how degrading that was.
Never in her life had she stripped in front of a man. Not to talk of a beast.
A wave of cold dread washed over her as her blood felt like ice in her veins. No! Her mind shrieked. I won't!
The beast growled, and her body betrayed her. Her limbs felt heavy, as a deep, primal fear filled her body.
Kaerith's hands shakily reached for the fastening of her court dress. She unbuttoned the clasp at her neck, her fingers fumbling with the edge of the fabric.
She pushed the material away from her throat, letting it slide down her shoulders. It whispered past her arms, as the cold air touched her skin, goosebumps forming on her skin.
Looking up, the beast stepped out of the shadows, a low growl filling the air.
She gasped. The beast was twice the height of a muscular man she'd ever seen—with a bone crest, four split jaws that open like a flower of fangs.
His eyes had no pupils, only pits of endless night that could reflect my deepest fear. His body was covered in jagged obsidian scales and raw muscles; bone plates protruded like armor from his spine and limbs.
Her hand flew to her mouth as she took a step back at the sight of his claws, long enough to pierce through her body in one swipe.
Fear clawed in Kaerith's chest as her fingers shakily found the simple ties at her waist and loosened them.
She pulled the dress up, her movements clumsy with haste and terror. Lifting it over her head in the darkness, and dropping it to the floor, so it landed in a heap near her feet.
What kind of monster was this? She felt his eyes glaring at her as she stood naked in the room, the cold air clinging to her skin.
Kaerith's mind screamed, and raged against the circumstances, against her father, against the beast of a man that she had to serve. But, her body had to obey.
She heard a soft grumble, closer this time. The beast growled, deep in his chest. She felt it more than she heard it, as it vibrated on the floor beneath her bare feet.
He closed the distance between them, reaching for her. Stretching his muscular hands, he placed it hard on Kaerith's face. His thumbs rubbed against her cheeks, as the roughness of his skin scraped her skin.
The sharp edge of his jaw pierced hard on her skin when he lifted her face. She felt the heat of his dark eyes.
He leaned down, placing his head against her neck. He sniffed at her pheromone, wrapped his arm around her tiny waist and pulled her closer to him.
A raw, deep growl vibrated in his chest, his body shook as he lifted her up like I was a sac. He held her against his chest, his body was blazing and hard. Next to him, she felt weakly tiny, like a bird held in a giant hand.
He took a few steps, then dropped her down on the vein-bed carved from obsidian and living rootbone.
The bed felt very warm, like thick, smooth skin, and it pulsed beneath her. A slow, strong beat under her back that felt like a giant heart. It felt alive, and it pushed up a little under her weight.
The beast roared, slamming his arms onto his chest as he climbed onto the bed and over her. His heavy weight pressed her down into the pulsing bed.
His body, hard and hot, was all over hers and the heat between them was suddenly very strong, like they were burning.
He hovered over her, his body shaking a little, hard with the rut.
His hands moved on her skin, claws scraped the scars on her skin and she winced, biting hard on her lower lip.
He lowered his head to her throat, pressing his hot skin and inhaling her again. His growl was louder now as he took a fistful and pulled her hair, yanking her head back and exposing her bare throat.
Please. Kaerith cried in her heart.
His hands were on her again, moving over her skin, tracing the curve of her hip, the line of her ribs, the slope of her shoulder.
His head lowered, and she felt the brush of his hair against her stomach. He was scenting her lower body now, causing the growl in his chest to deepen.
Kaerith clenched her legs at the warmth growing between her legs. Fuck. Her fear was giving away like she wasn't just going to be manhandled by a beast.
Her fingers grasped her breast, traveling down to her cunt till she found her folds. Just when she slipped her fingers into her cunt…
The beast growled. "Don't, little Nyx!" He grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head.
He was going through a rut, and the primal drive emanating from him pressed down on her, igniting a mirroring heat she desperately wanted to off. But, her body ached, throbbed, caught in the sickening grip of an instinct she couldn't control.
He began to touch her again, exploring her curves, his claws scraping against her skin. Which was surprising because he wasn't meant to be soft on her… he was meant to thrust inside her.
But then, it suddenly felt like it wasn't just arousal he was seeking.
The beast's mouth moved to her throat, leaving trails of his snort on her skin.
His scent filled her nostrils, as the deep growl vibrated against her skin, now stirring, a dangerous, unwelcome heat that was building inside her. No.
He shifted, moving between her legs, his immense weight pressing down on her. The heat between them intensified. She felt the bulgy press of him against her entrance, large and intimidating. Her body tensed at his size, clenching her cunt harder this time, regardless of the heat pulling there.
Kaerith's knees buckled, as the beast pushed down on her face.
Ropes of the beast's foamy, boiling saliva dropped across her breast and down to her folds. He stared at her for a split second, then elongated his claws and pushed two into her folds.
"No! Please! Help!" Kaerith's lips trembled, with no idea when a cry tore from her lips. But, she quickly sucked it in.
Kaerith felt the wetness that escaped from her pussy lips as pulses of pleasure pushed through her body with each thrust.
She adjusted, tightening her fists and placing her palms over her chest and covering her breasts.
The beast stopped at his pace, a low growl escaping from his lips. Slipping his claws out of her pussy, he leaned in, pinning his eyes on her. Kaerith shuddered, removing her hands at once.
The beast placed his large hands on her breast, groping her supple breasts and pressing his mouth to her lips. Kaerith's lips parted, and their tongues twirled in passion, her toes curling.
The forked tongue of the beast slided around Karieth's as his thumbs ran across her hardened nipples, pinching hard with his thumb and forefinger, and squeezing her nipples.
Kaerith gasped and began to squirm as bubbles floated through her body. Her breathing sped up and the heat rose.
The beast's forked tongue left traces of snort down her cleavage, tasting the soft skin. Then, he slid up and played around one nipple, and then he moved to the other, flicking with wild abandon over the hardened buds.
Fuck! Goose pimples formed over Kaerith's breasts as she let out a throaty breath, squirming and writhing, forcing her full boobs into the beast's mouth.
What's happening to me? Kaerith thought, in fear. How sick am I that part of me seems to have enjoyed this?
Kaerith's body tensed hard as a gasp stuck in her throat. The air around her lower body became thick, wet with his scorching heat and the strong, animal smell of his rut. His smell was so strong it felt like she could taste it, musky and hot.
The Beast watched as Kaerith's pussy clamped down on the bed as leaves from the vein flower bed caressed her cunt. She jerked and thrashed on the bed.
He stood and knelt over her, trailing hot kisses on her lower body as his heavy weight settled beside her hips. He lowered his big head between her legs, his breath fanning against her.
His thighs were widely spread over her face, with his massive member near her lips. Nibbling on her cunt, her fingers touched the hair around his cock, the shaft filled in with blood.
Pushing his hips forward, Kaerith tried to wrap her hands around his shaft, but it seemed like four of her hands wouldn't even do the job.
"Suck me." The beast growled.