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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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[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.]

[ In all honesty, it's because she told him not to. ] There you go.

[ He breathes that out with a smirk, his face flushing a little as his eyes go align with pleasure, looking down at her in a very pleased way. He's a simple creature, and while he's far from pushed over the edge yet. He still has a look to him, watching her eagerness. He is able to stand there, aloft - should he sit? Would that be easier for her. But watching her work, watching her struggle... Wanting her do that. It's so soft, too ]

[a compliment like that-- the way he sounds as he speaks, the way his eyes follow her every move-- goes a long way with her. so, despite him being a foot long, and at a bit of an awkward angle, she puts a bit more pressure on him, sliding her breasts along his shaft in long, slow strokes. of course, he's probably enjoying this way more than her, but skin on skin always feels so nice... in between tiny determined grunts and huffs are hums of pleasure, with her picking up the pace and being even bolder, licking the head of his cock, glancing up at him to make sure that's alright.]

[ Over a foot long and with girth to spare as well. Date was proud of his power here, and the dick was no exception. He didn't mind the tongue at all - if anything, when they moved on from this greater lubrication would probably be necessary. Date resisted the urge to shove it down her throat with some great thrust, instead licking his lips ad he watched her work. It was passive, by his standard, but it was also erotic. It was also slutty. He wanted to make sure she knew that, beast that he was ]

There we go. [ He lets out some beast like groan ] Milly. I was right, this body of your's hardly innocent.

[well, she won't argue with that. she actually knows what she's doing, and one doesn't get that way overnight. her body is the furthest thing from innocent, and he doesn't seem to have a problem with it. her only response, though, is a soft moan (the way her name sounds coming from him is one of the dirtiest things she's ever heard, and she likes it) and a raised eyebrow as her lips wrap around the head, bobbing slightly as her breasts try to work the rest of him. he's a lot of man to take on. but she can handle it.]

In fact, that lewd, outrageous body of yours - [ He licks his lips, and he reaches down a hand now - through she might be working, his fingers go down to pull on her nipples, yanking them even as she continues with her no doubt delicate work. If he's gotten in the way a little, it's worth it. Because exhaling through his nose, he knows. He's going to have to fuck her - fuck her so hard she'll never forget it. He can taste it, taste her. And this felt so good to have her all but teasing him here ] I'll have to deliver my own Justice to it.

[even as she's pleasuring him, she listens to him-- his words, his noises, his breathing. every sound lets her know what she should be doing. but his fingers on her nipples, and the hard tug that follows, removes a bit of that focus. he's stopped her stroking for a moment, and she moans around him, gazing up at him with half-lidded eyes. deliver his own justice? is that a threat, or a promise, date?]

[ It's both, really. Because it's hit him- why it was him watching her in here. He needed to make sure she saw past the allure of the criminal. That she saw the light of justice as it were. Practically salivating from the idea of it, he pulls her up a little more, from the nipples, and then reaches down, letting go of her breasts to grab a fistful of her hair. He chuckles, a little darkly, and shifts his hips to smack the side of her face with his cock ]

[her lips leave him slowly, but now that her mouth is free, her moans can be a bit louder, clearer as she's no longer muffled. she can't help but wonder if he's actually unsatisfied with what she's doing, and if she should try something else, and she's about to ask but his hand holding her hair like that gets her to cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. what actually gets her to say something, though, is being dickslapped (????)... which is confusing and weird and gross, and she is not happy with it.]

Hey! What the hell was that for?!

[ He grins, he grins all the wider, and he tugs more on her hair, another hand going down to wrap around her waist. Using both, though admittedly mostly the waist one, as his hair grip shifts to more like holding her head, he makes to pick her up bodily to flip her around on the floor, so that she might be on her front. He then reaches to try to spread her legs ]

When two animals go at it, the stronger one takes the lead, you get me? [ He wasn't unsatisfied, per se. But he was now more eager ]

Foreplay's all and good, and you should do more for me, but my own Justice's demanding I show you how beats do it!

[ Clearly, he's trying to now just shove it into her vagina from behind, pinning her down with a flip over. There's more time for foreplay later. After all, a lewd creature like her won't be done and gone in one go ]

[the anger shifts to surprise, and she yelps as her forearms, chest, and cheek hit the ground, then pushes herself up to her hands to get up and at least make it to the bed. but that's not exactly happening, and she's not particularly keen on what is.

looking over her shoulder, she uses one hand to try to shove him away-- even though she's aroused, and had been so eager before, she doesn't want him to do this to her. the lack of control actually scares her, especially when someone so powerful, someone barely restrained, has so much of it.]

H-hey! Stop it! You're hurting me... [which might not be the right thing to say. he might like that...] Date, please!

[her voices shakes slightly, and even though she's trying to keep him from entering her, her body is absolutely eager for him-- she shivered as he parted her legs, she's practically dripping wet, she's trembling with anticipation. her body and her words don't match at all...

as he pins her down, she tries to push him away with her shoulder, but when it doesn't work, she sighs and shakes her head, her voice soft.] Please... don't start so roughly.

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