Beauty and the Beast: an erotic re-imagining by Shoshanna Evers

Author:Shoshanna Evers [Evers, Shoshanna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: erotica
Publisher: Shoshanna Evers
Published: 2013-07-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

The Beast wanted to see her in her dreams, he did. He wanted to be Frederick with her once more.

He took a glass of whiskey to the parlor and sat heavily. Could he sleep when she did—and was that even a requisite for the magic to work? The poor girl, how would she sleep when he’d left her in such an uncomfortable state?

The Beast went over to his desk and picked up the looking glass. The looking glass was no ordinary mirror; like most items in his castle, it had not escaped the enchantress’s spell. This particular mirror could show him anything he wished to see, without having to leave the castle walls.

“Show me my Beauty,” he said, staring at his monstrous reflection.

A swirl of fog hazed the looking glass, then cleared as if by a sudden breeze. Belle was as he’d left her, naked, chained to the dungeon wall, and in the sweetest distress he’d ever seen. She turned in her restraints, rolling her head back against the wall, and sighed.

“Sleep, Belle. I’ll see you soon.” The Beast set the looking glass down, knowing she couldn’t hear him, and sipped deeply from his glass of whiskey.

The wound on his chest was feeling better, so he didn’t have much of an excuse for laudanam, but perhaps he should take some anyway? Something, something to send him off to dreamland, where he could regain his masculine form and comfort his beautiful prisoner.

But the events of the day settled on his shoulders, and as he sat, he drifted off on his own, the glass dropping from his hand harmlessly to the sofa, only narrowly missing the stone floor by centimeters.

And in his sleep, he was Frederick.

Frederick rose from the sofa and ran his hands over his torso, confirming that he was, indeed, himself. He grinned rakishly and bounded down the hall to the dungeon stairs. What time was it? Would Beauty be ready for him?

“Belle?” he whispered into the darkness of the dungeon.

“H-hello?” she replied, from the far wall. “I’m here!”

Frederick lit a sconce on the wall, and warm light flooded their corner of the dungeon. Belle hid her face, as if doing so would somehow make her less naked, less vulnerable.

“Are you all right?” Frederick asked. “What have you done to be punished like this?”

He knew it had to do with the Beast, but at the moment, the two worlds seemed so far apart. Which was his true self, the Beast or the Prince? He didn’t know, himself. Right now, he was Frederick. That was all that mattered.

“I’m fine,” Belle said, finally peeking out from behind her curtain of hair. “The Beast had a lesson to teach me, and I do, I suppose, have quite a bit to learn.” She laughed, an unexpected sound, considering her predicament.

He smiled. “You’re in quite the good spirits, considering you are naked and chained to a wall, and I am a man known for my love of bound women.”

At this, she smiled. “It’s only a dream, you can do anything to me in a dream.

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