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The Monster & the Maiden Fair

the monster & the maiden fair meme

There's a long precedent in folklore and myth of beautiful young people - both men and women - being kidnapped by monsters: dragons, beasts, goblins, demons, elves, vampires, wolves, or even evil humans. In the end, however, these prisoners are almost always rescued and brought back to civilization to live a normal and happy life.

But what if they didn't want to leave their jailor?

They've seen behind the surface and have begun to sympathize with this "monster;" no, more than that, they've fallen for them. Will this story have a happy ending? Will the monster believe that anyone could love them? Most importantly, though, can the two of them be left alone without any attempts at a "rescue?"

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Thread anything that could remotely fit under the umbrella theme. Was the kidnapping just that, or did both parties know (and care) for each other before, making it a collaborative, mutual effort? Perhaps you'd prefer to play the actual Beauty and The Beast-style getting to know each other or seeing behind the grizzly facade. What about an attempted "rescue?" Or maybe you could thread out a scene where the prisoner runs away from the society they were forced back into and returns to their beloved beast! It's all up to you. You could even do smut if you wanted to, but this isn't a smut meme.

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[the only thing she knows has changed is that she has more power than she did at the start. not even close to what he has, but enough to start the shift. maybe...

as he approaches her, she notices his erection again, trying not to stare, or at least being subtle as she checks him out. she doesn't... exactly want to, but the bulge in his pants is huge. she can't help but be curious. if this were anyone else, this wouldn't be an issue. but it's totally against the rules to find your kidnapper attractive in any form! that's so messed up! but it's not him. it's his dick. only the size. the idea of the size. not his, just one like his...

alright, this train of thought needs to stop now. she squeezes her legs together a little tighter, but other than that, gives no indication he-- no, the idea of his penis-- is actually affecting her. right...] I'm a patient woman, but I'm not particularly interested in just waiting for slaughter. [a smirk, and then--] What does justice have to do with this? [the waiting, she means.]

[ His penis matches up in size to himself... or exceeds it, just a little. The man's somewhere in the area of seven feet tall and built like he's the hulk or something, and if anything, his dick exceeds even that standard if the bulge which seems at risk of ripping off his pants is any indication. His stride displays it proudly. He has no shame about it. ]

Because all of this - the "slaughter" you're waiting for - is to bring Justice to that boytoy you seduced.

[ And he reaches a hand out now, to pat, brush her shoulder. Good work on that, by the way. Not that it must've been hard for her. He doesn't sit just yet, but he does stand hear the bed to her, which makes her fact level to about his stomach ]

[she considers, for a moment, that no matter who this criminal is, he's going to die, have Justice brought upon him, and it's going to be her fault-- if he should come for her. should she feel bad if he doesn't try to find her? does he deserve to die if he abandons her? does he deserve to die for saving her?

it just doesn't seem right. it--] --Doesn't seem like justice to me... [that's said softly, to herself, a musing as he touches her. she doesn't flinch, looking up at-- whoa. okay, that's. mhmm. that's the penis. her eyes widen for a moment, then she looks up at his face, sighing softly.]

I don't even know who I seduced! I don't doubt it, unfortunately... but who is he? Who are you after? [if she knows him, can she prove he's not who they're looking for?]

Aren't you better off not knowing?

[ He says this with an odd sense of sympathy, looking down at her. He studies her as he does, and his glasses droop down his nose a bit from the angle ] Maybe if you don't remember them you won't suffer too much for it.

[ But they will Justice him. That's inevitable ]

[she shakes her head, and looks away from him to stare at the ceiling.] I don't know if I can save him. But I know I'm going to feel guilty either way. I think... if I can't help him, I'd like to help those who knew him. [it's weirdly sentimental, but it's her way of taking responsibility. she can't help someone's feelings for her, and they'll be the death of him... still, she's the bait, and so his end will be her fault.

she'll still suffer either way. she figures it's better to know how much she will than to guess and find out at the end.]

That's a fair amount of strength. [ Save? We can't afford to save them, it's the fact that she says that he doesn't answer her though. He, with a gloved hand, brushes hair, and then brushed her shoulder. He licks his lips, before he sits down next to her. Then, not looking at her, he stares off to a flower vase on the far side of the room ]

You'll know once Justice happens. There's no way we can afford to let you know now.

[she closes her eyes as he touches her, accepting his compliment along with it. there's still a fair amount of nervousness, but he's not as frightening as he was before. maybe he's just trying to lull her into a false sense of security. but is that the worst he can do?

once he sits down, she opens her eyes again, and looks to him, leaning closer to him and keeping her voice soft.] I understand. But... Date. Is there nothing I can do?

Are you that eager to action?

[ He says this with a smirk and an eyebrow arch. He leans in on her a little, his head down towards her with a sidelong look. For his part, he's utterly convinced in his Justice, and it tells him that screw that guy. For his part, he got the good end here, to be with her as opposed to dealing with some guy. Date questions her, his own penis throbbing. Pulsing. He's so horny, so eager. It's dying down a little, but there's excitement in him. Is she playing him. Maybe, but he doubts it's as strong as it was even a moment ago ]

[is she that eager? should she be eager at all? she's trying to save a criminal, she doesn't even know who he is, and is trying to go against an organisation that isn't afraid of questionable tactics. she should cut her losses, let him die, and move on. and yet, she just can't. she won't be satisfied if she doesn't at least try.

she looks at him with earnestness and a hit of determination, and nods.] I am.

Then you should channel is elsewhere. Even if you think you'd be right, you can't fight Justice not just like that... otherwise, I might need to call you a criminal, and show you my Justice.

[ He gives her a sincere answer. But he says this with an even look into her eyes with his own jaded... jade eyes ]

[so, she still can't do anything. great. she keeps her eyes on his, then sighs in disappointment and averts her eyes, putting her hands in her lap and focusing on them.]

Then where do I channel this, hmm? If I can't save him, then it's back to waiting.

[ Hnn ] Wherever you want, but true to the nature you've shown s far, it might be best to put your tits, ass, all of that to good use.

[ Without missing a beat, he says this, adjusting his tie, looking at her with almost naked hunger now ]

[she opens her mouth to say something snarky to him, but they're actually getting along. kind of. well enough for the situation. and right now? she's not sure how she feels about any of it. no one's ever looked at her like that before, nor were they packing what he is. it feels so wrong to want it, or agree with it, or even think about doing anything with him, but it's been running through her mind. and he probably knows it.]

Put it to good use... with you. [she can hardly believe this is happening.] Do I have a choice in this? [because he seems like the kind of man who gets what he wants, even if it's through force.]

You have a choice about how rough it'll get, or about if you want to cooperate. [ He sneers this, laughing a little to himself before her reaches out a long, large gloved hand to firmly grab one of her breasts in his palm. He lingers on it, squeezing. ]

But with a Vixen's body in front of me, and nothing but time, the lust's going to just grow.

[ He leans in a little further, and - ] You did start things.

[once again, she opens her mouth to snap at him, but instead she gasps, the tiniest sound of pleasure escaping her. but she gets herself together, blue eyes turning into ice as she glares at him.]

I know I started it, and I'll... I'll finish it, but could you at least ask? Or promise to be gentle? [the glare shifts into exasperation, and she tries to shove his hand off her.] Please?

[ Promise to be gentle. He could laugh - he won't, though, because he doesn't want to shoo her off, doesn't want to offend her. In everything except her body and her spirit, she's innocent. Her actions certainly are. Date exhales, and he moves his hand back slightly. He growls a little, leaning down further towards her. He keeps his eyes locked on hers, and- ]

I won't promise that.

[ But all the same, he'll "ask." He'll ask her. ]

Get naked, I want you to.

[ No, he wants to rip her clothes off. But he says that, bringing his hand which was on her breasts so his belt. Implying a tit for ... tat? Well, dick, in this instance ]

[well, at least he doesn't promise that with no intention of upholding it. that would be worse. at least she can go into this knowing that he's probably going to tear her ass in half.

she wants to argue that he didn't ask, that a demand isn't a request, but his order sends a shiver up her spine. so she'll oblige.

it takes her a moment to take her eyes off him and find the will to move and begin undressing, and once she does, she faces away from him and kicks off her shoes, her fingers going to the zipper at the back of her dress and fumbling with it nervously. it's not like her to be anything but confident in sexual situations, but this isn't the normal one night stand, is it? as the garment falls away from her, she keeps thinking of how wrong this is, how she should've told him to take care of it himself, but she didn't. she didn't want to...

as she steps out of the puddle of fabric around her feet, she faces him again, holding her head high but keeping her eyes tightly shut as she unclasps her bra and shimmies out of her panties, both tossed with the dress. being naked in front of him is as terrifying as the second she laid eyes on him, but this one is her own doing. she runs a hand through her hair, opening her eyes slowly to look at him again, holding her breath and waiting for his next move.]

[ Watching her do that, do obediently, with her eyes filled with her own ... not resignation, desire for him? Date watches it with a smirk, feeling his dick becoming somehow even more constricted, lighting up against and straining out his pants. By the time she's gotten to fumbling with her dress, he's taken it equally slow, unbuttoning his shirt and undoing his tie. And as he gets his shirt off, it increasingly becomes more and more clear that whatever civility there is about this man is barely restrained. His arms and chest are both as hairy as his beard, with huge pecs, tight ads, and altogether the figure one might except on a pro wrestler, a superhero... or perhaps the opposite.

With his shirt discarded somewhat haphazardly, and now with her naked before him, he takes this time to finally let the true monster out, so to speak. Knowing there's a sense of anticipation for it, he undoes his belt, and then carefully makes to shimmy down his pants and and underwear his legs (equally hairy) with the same movement. And when his cock is exposed, the throbbing source of his virility - it's erect, fully, and hard - hard as a diamond, if he were to use his own words. No doubt, it's the biggest Milly's ever seen, likely will ever see. Well and truly matching his seven plus foot height, the beast easily inches towards the full foot. No, perhaps it even surpasses that. Clearly proud of himself, the man allows her a moment to bask on it.

He hasn't yet stepped out from his pants or taken off his socks or anything ]

[in her mind, milly was content to believe that whatever was in his pants was manageable-- she's an experienced girl! she's taken on her fair share of men, and done it well. but what date is presenting is so much more than she expected, her eyes going wide when she sees it initially, covering her mouth with both hands. it's enormous-- if that goes in her, she's going to break in two... see, this is why she wanted him to promise to be gentle.

tearing her eyes away from his member, she shakes her head as she locks eyes with him. of course she's incredibly impressed, but she's also scared as shit.] It's... It's not going to fit.

Shouldn't you have more confidence in yourself?

[ He sneers at her, and he reaches down now to get off his socks Thus, he crouches down, balancing one one leg each as he does that, brushing his cock a bit as he does that.. He then finally is left with just the gloves and glasses - he holds out the gloves for her, as if asking if she wants them on or not ]

No, because I'm confident that's going to destroy me.

[the gloves get her to pause for a moment, and she moves towards him, pursing her lips. is he asking her? hmmm. she gently takes one of his wrists and guides his hand to her hip, trying to judge if she likes the feeling of leather on her skin enough. the sensation is wonderful, but not what she prefers, she thinks. she doesn't want his touch to be watered down. so she gives him a little shake of her head and releases his wrist.]

[ That moment was oddly gentle, oddly... sweet. Either way, Date nods all the same, and slips them off. Exposed with all his glory, utterly naked - there's more scars exposed. Some on his chest, some on his abdomen - many of them on his hands, on his wrists and knuckles. But he reaches up now to stroke his cock, feeling somewhat proud to take it with hsi firm grip ]

I have faith in you, Vixen. [ Heh. No, he'll be polite ] Milly.

[how strange is it that these two are so close to each other, prepared to share, at the very least, a night. everything about them seems to be opposition-- he's a monster of a man, scarred muscle and hulking power, and she is fair beauty, with porcelain skin and so delicate in comparison to him. but scars don't scare her, no matter how many there are. if anything, she's curious about them, wanting to trace along them with her fingers, but she doesn't touch them. instead, one of her hands join his on his dick, her touches light and a bit teasing.]

Then... what would you like me to do, Date?

If you're afraid to have it in you, we should do it from without. [ He looked down at her. He could suggest her mouth - but he wants to hear every noise she makes, every sound she commits to. He feels her delicate touch, and he becomes, if anything, more strung. As he always prided - more than rock hard, diamond hard. ]

Use those cowtits of yours, work yourself up.

[ He said, brushing some of her hair back ]

I'm not afraid, I just... need more time to prepare. [she's absolutely afraid, but she's never going to get a dick like this again. she has to try it, but not right now.

right now, she's giving him a small pout (really? cowtits?), but she gets on her knees before him and takes her breasts in her hands, massaging them before slowly wrapping them around his cock. it's no surprise he's not absolutely lost in them, even though most men are, and as daunting at that is, she still intends to make him feel fantastic. she presses her tits together slightly before moving them along his shaft, watching his face the whole time, hoping that he actually likes it.]

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