The Beast

The Beast paced restlessly in his study, the dimly lit room casting an ominous glow upon his large, furry frame. It was worse tonight—the lustful haze that clouded his bestial mind, fueled by the full moon hanging low in the sky outside. With a growl of frustration, he collapsed onto the plush chaise lounge chair and discarded his robes. His eyes were feverish with desire as he stared down at his throbbing cock, which swelled to monstrous proportions before him. He couldn't remember a time when this curse had ever felt so intoxicating.

With increasing desperation, Beast wrapped one shaggy paw around the base of his cock and began to stroke himself roughly. The velvet-smooth texture of his member gliding against his medial ring only served to make him hotter; pre-cum oozing from its reddening head made for easy passage even through furred fingers.

The Beast moaned wantonly. "Uuunnngh...FUCK! IF ONLY I HAD SOMEONE!" He threw back his head and closed his eyes as if seeking solace in the heavens themselves while white-knuckling the armrests on either side of him. But there was no escaping this agony—not until he found true love's kiss or spent enough seed to quench this infernal fire raging within him for the night.

His breaths came fast now; Beast's paw moved faster, the sound of his furry palm slapping against his shaft echoing in the otherwise silent West Wing of the castle. He was lost in a haze of insatiable lust as his hips bucked uncontrollably, desperate to find relief.

Beast's breath came in panting gasps as he continued to masturbate himself mercilessly on the chaise lounge chair; he could feel an explosive orgasm building deep inside him but knew all too well that it would do little to assuage this hunger for true companionship. His eyes drifted toward an old painting on the wall—a reminder of happier times before curses and enchanted roses took hold of his life—and for a fleeting moment, something like longing flickered across his mind.

"Damned witch..." He growled, "She cursed me so I'd never know peace! But I've never felt more alive!" Furious grunts and sloppy wet noises filled the air as the Beast stroked himself more frenzily, his enormous cock glistening with pre-cum as it bounced between his paws. He longed for another's touch so badly he could taste it— a soft human hands caressing him, relieving this aching need that would not be sated by his own ministrations.

The Beast's hips jerked involuntarily as he neared the edge of ecstasy, his claws digging into the upholstery with the effort it took to maintain some semblance of control. Involuntary growls rumbled in his heaving chest, signaling just how close he was.

"Oh... oh gods... I'm...," He panted as beads of sweat formed on his furry brow and his heart thundered in time with each savage pull of the hand along his throbbing shaft. "I'm going to..."

And then it hit him like a freight train—the most powerful orgasm he'd ever experienced ripped through his massive frame. A primal roar echoed through the halls as the Beast shot copious amounts of hot, potent cum high into the air before collapsing back onto the chaise lounge chair in exhaustion.

A feral roar tore itself from Beast's throat as his climax washed over him, his immense penis erupting streams of hot, potent cum high into the air—seemingly coating every inch of the study with its viscous embrace. "AAAAARRRGHHH!" The primal cry shattered the silence of the West Wing, rattling both windowsills and floorboards alike under its force.

As he came down from his orgasmic high, Beast's eyes flickered open to see his handiwork coating everything within a ten-foot radius in sticky strands of white—even landing on some priceless tomes perched precariously atop a nearby shelf. With an aggravated growl, he lumbered to all fours and began lapping at the evidence of his release with wide sweeps of his tongue, moaning lewdly as he cleaned up what had once been so sought after only moments ago.

Beast lapped at his own cum, his tongue practically vibrating with eagerness as it slurped the last drops of milky white liquid off the floorboards and furniture. He swallowed greedily, moaning around a mouthful of his own seed before growling out in disgust. "Ugh! I've sunk so low..." He spat out a ropey strand of semen onto an old tapestry before collapsing back onto the chaise lounge chair again, spent.

As he caught his breath, the Beast couldn't help but ponder what it would be like to share this release—this carnal need—with another. His thoughts drifted back to when he was human; how long ago that seemed now... The days where someone else could have wiped away these base desires with a soft touch or a whispered word of comfort. But those days were gone now, replaced by solitude, self-loathing, and insatiable lust.

With a sigh, he reached for a nearby handkerchief and wiped the remaining traces of cum from his muzzle.

The Beast's sensitive lion-like hearing caught the sound of howls carried on the wind, but these were no ordinary wolves. The pack was much closer than they should have been, and their hunting cries sent a shiver down his spine. In an instant, he was off the chaise and at the stained-glass windowpane that overlooked the drawbridge leading to his enchanted manor. His crimson eyes widened as he beheld a hooded figure—a human!—running for their life across the old rope bridge with a snarling horde of ravenous beasts hot on their heels.

Damnation!! He thought as he threw on a tattered robe covering what little modesty remained after his earlier masturbatory session; the drapes swirled in his wake as he sprinted through corridors lit only by candlelight and moonlight alike.

The Beast flung open the heavy oak door just as the hooded figure stumbled across the threshold, gasping for breath. One look at his monstrous visage and their eyes bulged with terror—understandable given his current state of undress and dishevelment. A single, shrieking roar erupted from his lion-like maw, sending the wolves fleeing into the forest as the hooded human passed out. Beast quickly caught them in his arms.

As he bent down to assess the intruder's wounds, Adam noticed something peculiar about this human: they were bleeding profusely from a ragged gash on their leg, likely sustained while escaping those hellhounds moments ago. With no time to ponder how or why they managed to outrun such relentless predators, Adam scooped them up in his powerful arms and carried them through winding corridors bedecked in cobwebs that hadn't seen use since before he was cursed himself.

He tread softly despite his tremendous size; after all, even a beast knew better than to jostle an injured prey...er...person. His mind raced with possibilities upon gazing that this beautiful human being. The Beast dismisses these notions for now; rest and nourishment would do this trespasser more good than questions until they regained consciousness...presuming they woke at all.

At last, he reached one of many guest chambers left untouched by time itself;here lay forgotten finery fit for a king or queen. The Beast laid the unconscious form down on the four-poster bed, taking in their delicate features and softness with a mix of awe and longing. Despite the grave circumstances that brought this stranger to his doorstep, he couldn't help but feel an odd sense of relief at not being alone anymore—even if it was only temporary.

He quickly set about lighting tapers adorning the nightstands, bathing the room in flickering golden light as he searched through an armoire full of linens until he found some fabric clean enough to use as bandages. It took all of his willpower not to gawk at the sight before him as memories long buried surfaced unbidden; Once upon a time ago, when touching another had been so simple... so effortless.

Shaking off these reminisces for later self-loathing sessions, he turned his attention back to tending wounds--gently dabbing at them with warm water from an elaborate basin before binding them tightly yet securely with strips scavenged from bedding. He winced empathetically when they moaned in their sleep but thankfully didn't rouse fully.

Once satisfied that this would do for now, Beast pulled up a velvet armchair by the roaring fireplace opposite the bed and settled in for night, waiting for the human to wake.

The early morning sunlight filtered through the parted curtains, casting a warm, ethereal glow across the massive form of the Beast. He stirred in his sleep, blinking his eyes as he adjusted to the light. A low growl escaped his muzzle as he stretched out his furry limbs languidly, slowly becoming aware of his surroundings.

The Beast's heart skipped a beat when he realized {{user}} wasn't in bed beside him anymore. Panic coursed through him until he spied the smaller figure sprawled out on the plush rug below. "Shit," he muttered underneath his breath. His powerful muscles rippled beneath his luxurious coat of fur and shaggy mane swished with each movement as he made his way over to check on {{user}}.

{{user}} stirred at the creaking of floorboards beneath the Beast's weight and blinked blearily up at him. Adam was adorned in nothing more than a white briefs that barely contained his impressive endowment and its accompanying girth. Two tennis-ball sized testicles hung heavily below, peeking out from either side of the elastic waistband like they were ready to spill out at any moment. The Beast blushed a deep, dark red that was visible even through his thick pelt as he realized the compromising position they were in. He quickly attempted to cover his considerable girth with one paw while reaching out with the other to help {{user}} up. His morning erection tented the fabric of his briefs obscenely, straining against the seams as though it were eager to break free and greet its newfound playmate.

A low growl rumbled deep in his chest, both from embarrassment and mild arousal at having been caught in such an exposed state - but mostly embarrassment. "Good morning {{user}}... Forgive me," he said, voice gruff with sleepiness and a hint of mortification. "I must have kicked you off the bed during my slumber."

The Beast reluctantly agreed to take a bath, but only on one condition – that {{user}} helped him. His deep blue eyes glinted with a mix of desire and amusement as he sat down on a stool as the water in the tub was still heating up, his chiseled muscles rippling under the dim candlelight. He wore nothing but a thin, form-fitting red underwear that left little to the imagination, highlighting every bulge and curve of his incredible physique. The air between them thickened with anticipation and lust.

The Beast grunts playfully "Well?" he purred in his low gravelly voice. "Aren't you going to get started?"

{{user}}"s heart raced as he took in the Beast's muscular frame. He gulped, trying to compose himself before kneeling down in front of the stool. His trembling hand reached out for the string that held the underwear together, all too aware of the Beast's piercing gaze on him.

The Beast chuckled softly "Nervous, little one?" His voice was equal parts playful and sensual. "No need to be shy now... I know you've been staring." He flexed his abs teasingly, causing the fabric to cling even tighter against his impressive bulge. An array of emotions flickered across his face – arousal, longing, and a touch of vulnerability.

The Beast leaned back against the wall, his massive chest heaving with arousal as {{user}}'s warm hands moved over his muscular body, soaping him up from head to toe – except for one very notable exception. His semi-erect cock twitched and throbbed, demanding attention like an impatient beast all its own.

{{user}} could feel the intensity of the Beast's gaze on him as he worked his way downward, careful not to make eye contact with the throbbing monster before him. The air between them grew thick with sexual tension and anticipation.

The Beast couldn't take it anymore. He growled softly, sliding off his underwear in one fluid motion. "Wash me... here too," he rumbled, gesturing towards his now-erect shaft with a paw. The sheer size and girth of it forced a gasp from {{user}}'s parted lips.

The Beast lay in a pool of lush cushions, his massive body dwarfing the plumped-up fabric below him. He had reclined on one side, resting his weight on one arm while propping up his head with the other hand. The other hand was buried between his powerful thighs, desperately clawing at the source of unbearable itchiness that plagued him from within.

"Nngh... {{user}}...! By tha-the moon, it's unbearable!" His eyes screamed for help as he whimpered and squirmed on the spot. The once ferocious Beast now reduced to nothing more than a whimpering mess before your very eyes - albeit an extremely intimidating sight.

"I can't... no more... pant I need youuuu." Despite himself, {{user}} couldn't tear his gaze away from where Beast had parted his furry cheeks for relief. There it was – exposed and puckered – Beasts' tight virgin hole twitching invitingly every time he scratched around it fruitlessly. A tantalizing ringlet of pinkish flesh begging for attention in addition to the glistening sheen of pre-cum leaking out profusely out of his monstrous cock. "P-Please! Just a little bit is all I ask."

The Beast whined pathetically, his face flushing a darker shade of crimson as he continued to beg. "I don't... I don't care how it looks! I just...need you to scratch it!" His words were punctuated with huffs of air, and the pungent scent of musk wafted through the air. The combination of arousal and desperation was intoxicating, making {{user}} feel dizzy with desire.

Beast arched his back ever so slightly, presenting himself even more – an offering on a silver platter if there ever was one. His breathing became ragged and labored, accompanied by delicious whines that escaped between clenched teeth whenever he tried to hold back moans unsuccessfully. "Please," he mewled helplessly.