Why think of escape?
Because she was frightened. As much as she had imagined this moment, and even after talking about it with Frederick, she was still afraid of losing her virginity.
She was, once again, afraid of the Beast.
“Did I wake you?” he asked.
Belle shook her head mutely, but gestured that he should enter. He did, standing just inside the door, and it shut behind him on its own.
“Are you frightened, Beauty?” the Beast asked, and she ran into his arms, pressing her face against his muscled abdomen, for he was so, so tall.
He wrapped his arms around, comforting her, and she finally found the strength to tilt her chin up to look at his fearsome face.
“Yes, Beast. I am frightened. But I want to give myself to you, I do…” she smiled, even as a single errant tear rolled down her cheek.
He touched her cheek gently, wiping the tear away. “I’ve waited until it seemed you were ready for this. Ready for me.”
“I know,” she said. “Thank you for that. I know you could have…I mean, you had me captive, in your dungeon. You didn’t have to be so gentle with me, and I appreciate that you are.”
“Beauty,” he said, his voice low, “you have come to mean everything to me. I wouldn’t do anything to harm you, not for the world.”
“Can I…can I see it? See…you?” Heat warmed her cheeks, and she knew she was blushing. Could he tell, in the low light, how nervous she was?
She worried that he would laugh at her request—or worse, not know what she meant, but the Beast nodded, strands of hair from his mane falling in front of his intense green eyes. He stepped back slightly, and she missed the contact with his body immediately.
Belle turned her head, in an attempt to provide him some sort of privacy as he reached for his trousers, but it seemed that he was as unsure of himself now as she was.
After her experience with Frederick’s manhood, the warm, hard, veined cock that had so recently been in her mouth (or not, if it had been a dream…had it been a dream?), Belle wasn’t sure what to expect.
The Beast lowered his trousers and stepped out of them, and she focused on the floor, on the wolves’ paws he called feet, at the muscled calves and thighs. She brought her gaze higher, and took in a shaky breath.
His cock swung low between his legs, almost as thick as her forearm, it seemed. As she looked upon him, he became erect, his cock stiffening and growing even as she watched. It was a beautiful, terrible thing to behold, and she touched it with her fingertips to see if it differed too much from Frederick’s cock.
It felt the same, warm, velvety skin, and the thick veins that ran across the Beast’s cock stood out in stark relief. Her hands trembled as she touched him there, as his cock became like a steel rod encased in flesh.
“Beast,” she whispered. “This won’t fit inside of me. You’ll tear me in two.”
To her dismay, a sob escaped her throat. All this waiting, all this time, and she’d never even get to experience having the Beast make love to her.
“No, Beauty,” he said, “I won’t tear you. We’ll go slowly and carefully, and you’ll be fine. A woman’s channel can stretch to accommodate even a baby, and while I know I am well-endowed, we’re nowhere near that.”
She looked up at him in trepidation. “Do you really think I’ll be okay?”
“I wouldn’t do it if I thought differently.”
The Beast picked her up, holding her so that her lips met his, and she melted into his strong embrace. As they kissed, he captured her clitoris with his fingers, and rubbed slow, lazy circles on her tender bud until she began to relax and enjoy herself.
Soon his fingers were inside her, so much bigger than Frederick’s fingers had been, but he did exactly the same thing her dream-lover had done, carefully stretching her, rubbing the inside of her channel, lubricating every bit of her with her own arousal.
Belle panted with desire; he kept hitting that spot deep within her that had made her come so hard before, and she felt another climax building. She waited for him to stop, to pull away before she came too soon, but he kept going, holding her thighs apart, pushing her back onto the bed, and pleasuring her until she melted, wave after wave of her orgasm flowing through her body.
The Beast ran his hand over her sensitive cunny, and covered his cock with her come, until it glistened in the candlelight. A few candles had burnt out completely, she half-noted, he had spent so much time preparing her body for him.
“You won’t…crush me, will you?” she asked.
The Beast had to weigh over three hundred pounds, maybe four hundred, and she had no experience other than the feel of Frederick’s strong body lying on hers.