Beast, and the Beauty’s Beats

note: Not an actual Beauty and the Beast story, just a character reference from some inspiration.

Long brownish-blonde hair drapes over the the face of the beauty, covering her pristine blue eyes. A powerful hand extends towards her face, gently brushing the strands away behind her ears. The Beast lowers his face to match hers, his brown eyes showing a piercing, animalistic look yet somehow belies a tender and caring passion for the woman he’s looking at. “I’ll take good care of you, princess” proclaims the Beast in his gruff voice. The princess smiles slightly as the eyes glisten like the ocean as the rays of sun hit it. The Beast lays her down on her back on the hard table. The princess knowing full well what the Beast could do to her if he wished causes her heart to surge slightly. The Beast takes notice and gives a slight smile as he eyes the bounding carotid pumping lively. He climbs over her, his massive frame weighing on top of her. He leans forward and gives her a kiss on the forehead. He leans his head over slightly and whispers in her ear “that’s a good girl”, as his beard grazes the side of her ear and check as he pulls back, the soft prickles sending a slight chill down her body as her pulse quickens.

The Beast traces a finger against the princess’ soft cheek, she feels the knuckle gliding down as it reaches the soft, vulnerable flesh of her neck. The Beast places two fingers against her carotid, he feels the excited pulsing meeting his touch, almost like tiny kisses grazing his fingertips. The Beast still straddling the beauty, his other free hand reaches down to her chest. He pulls down her top slightly, revealing more of her sternum. The free hand gropes around at the warm flesh of her chest, pausing for brief moments to find the strongest beat. “There she is” he growls with a slight smile, part of passion, part of lust. The powerful hand of the beast focuses for a moment, feeling the connecting rhythm of her very heart beating beneath his palm with the carotid artery beneath his fingers from the other. The lustful heart starts beating faster, further anxiously but excitedly waiting for what is to come. The shining blues of the beauty meet the contrasting, fiery brown eyes of the Beast.

The once gentle touch of the Beast begins to change. The Beast opens his hand and slowly begins to wrap the soft, vulnerable neck. The hand upon her chest feeling her very heart is clutched, fingertips feeling like steel vises digging into her warm flesh of her. Now the Beast begins to execute, he leans in as his full weight takes over. Strong arm flexes as he jolts his body down over her very heart, compressing her chest. The other hand clutching at her throat clamps harder, restricting her air. The Beast slams his body, growing harder and harder. The princess falls blissfully into his power. Her ribs bow, her sternum bends, her chest shakes. Sharp, powerful jolts thunder her body. Her heart now overwhelmed with ecstasy as the Beast continues his work. Hands clamp even tighter around her throat and grasping at her chest, her air becoming almost non-existent, but as the Beast continues to pump her life giving organ, she starts letting out small wheezes. The Beast rains down compressions with just one massive arm, he himself becoming enthralled by the moment. He feels her raging beats under his palm as he thrusts down so hard he almost flattens her organ. “She’s going to beat how I want her to. She’s going to beat when I let her beat” the Beast mutters through his breath as his efforts continue. With almost nothing left in her lungs, the Beast stops his compressions. He bends down, his mouth meeting hers, soft lips being tickled by the beard as he blows. Fresh life giving air enters her lungs, her chest inflating as the Beast exhales, filling her body. Her oxygen starved heart shifts into overdrive as the lust and passion, the excitement at her being dominated yet being focused on down to her very heart overwhelms her.

Her chest heaving, rising as beads of sweat begin to form. The Beast lays his head over her breast, he hears the muscle thundering rapidly, taking in a moment to enjoy the effect he has on her body. He takes a hand of hers and puts it his massive chest while he keeps one upon hers to feel her small heart still throbbing hard. The Beauty feels his powerful heart beating rapidly as his efforts are felt. The Beast descends his other hand once again upon her chest, the very hands that can bend metal find her heart. “I hope you feel what yours does to mine” he says to her, as his heart continues to thunder behind his ribs, filling her senses with his booming organ.

The Beast grunts slightly as he compresses once more. Muscles like steel fibers flex, the sudden surge to her chest flattens her. He pounds over her heart, her beating organ once again flattening over his might as he thrusts down. The organ struggling between her own beats and his will, as it compresses, fills, struggles and repeats, being overcome by his might. The Beauty lays there, loving every minute of it. Feeling her heart be overcome by this force upon her, being made to beat to another rhythm, her bones rending up and down. Air wheezes from her lungs again and is met by quick deep inhales of her own body trying to gulp and keep down as much oxygen between each rapid pump from the Beast causes her to blow some out. She feels his heart booming inside of him as he catches between movements of him forcing her own heart down with each thunderous compression. The Beast drops his hand to give the Beauty his full attention. Both hands now cover her sternum, her body pinned down even further. The Beast slams hand over hand down upon her chest, now using almost all of his strength. The princess can all but lay there as he dominates her very existence. She hears the grunts and groans from the Beast as he savagely rams against her chest, thudding the table beneath her body. Fingers dig and claw over heart as she beats even harder and more excited, the Beast feels her almost rising to the surface, yearning and lusting for more. He smiles as he grunts and almost growls in a savage passion, loving the moment. THUD THUD THUD THUD, he slams harder and deeper into her body. The Beauty can practically feel her heart being flattened and rising back, almost as if she has no rhythm herself but is completely overtaken by the beast. Sweat drips from his forehead as he thrusts even harder, deeper.

The Beauty’s heart feels as if he’s wrapped around her very heart slamming down, or at least to break through her ribs and grab her precious pump thundering so hard her own chest throbs, her breasts almost pulsing from the force down upon her and how excited her own heart is beating back, trying to meet the Beast himself.

The Beast stops his compressions and lays his head upon her chest once more, the red, compressed chest. He listens to her heart thundering. He raises back up and meets his chest to hers, both hearts pounding against each other. The Beast’s eyes meeting the Beauty’s once more, having switched from almost feral back to the kind glance only she gets from him. A hand stretches out and like how it started, brushes the hair from her face. “You did so good, baby girl. Next time? I’m gonna make her skip, stumble, and bring you right back just to do it all over again” he states as the two lay there, hearts once raging in ecstasy now slowing down, as they beat together. Her soft organ meeting his, thump..thump..thump.

“Mine”

I see you. Our eyes meet, the sparkle between us. Yours like crystals, capturing the ocean, brimming with life, clarity, and peace. Too beautiful for this world. Mine, sharp and brown, like the earth. Resolute and unwavering. I see what simple eye contact alone does. I see you…I see her. My eyes glance to your neck, I see her pulse. Gentle flicks bounding up and down. My hand brushes a strand of hair from your face.

Touch, I see her pulse slightly faster. I trace my rough, yet gentle hand down your face, stroking down to your throat. I can rend metal with my fingers yet i hold the soft, vulnerable flesh of your throat against my hand. The strength I possess yet I hold you. I hold yours. i clamp down slightly over your throat. I feel her bound slightly harder, loving my touch.

Taste. My lips meet yours, my beard tickling them from the soft pricks. I feel her pulsing even faster. The taste of each other on our lips. I bring my head down to your chest, warm, soft. I purse my lips and press them over your heart. I feel the very muscle beating inside of you against them. She pounds hard, excited at the attention.

Hearing. I turn my head and press down against her. Her elevated contractions fill my ears, every pulse, every beat, ever thud..mine. You hear me say three simple words..”thump, thump, princess.”

Smell. I let go of your neck, I stand straight up. I hold you close and tight that I can smell the shampoo in your hair. My large arms holding you against my strong chest. Every powerful beat thundering in your ears. “You may envelope every sense of me, but this is yours” I hold you tighter as each pump rocks your head. I pull you back, our eyes meet again. My hand reaches over your chest, clutching at your heart. I feel every thump, ”But you?” I lean over once again, I grab her slightly harder, protectively. ”Mine”.

“Skip..Stumble..Right Back to Me”

I lay you down. My weight straddles you. My lips grace yours, tenderly, then the cheek….then the neck…tracing down. Pecking it’s way down the warm flesh of your chest finally stopping over your heart. I feel the beats greeting my lips. Thump thump. Thump thump. Our eyes meet, and once again the crystal blue eyes that sparkle like the ocean meet the smoldering fire of mine brown ones. They connect us…as one. The trust…the love..the connection. I bring one hand to your face and stroke a piece of hair out the way. It makes it way around your neck, causing that visible pulse to disappear in my grasp. I clamp.

The air restrictions already hitting the heart hard. Between your excitement and my strength around her, she begins to throb harder. My free hand lay across her, clutching at the soft flesh of your vulnerable chest. She feels ecstatic. Her hard throbs moving my hand as if to fight back or crave for more. I press down harder, your chest caving slightly as I compress her. I feel her struggle but feel elated at the attention. All eyes are on her, bringing what your heart craves the most…attention down to the last beat. I feel the pulse in your neck begin to quiver and falter as she can’t get enough air to meet the demands. She skips..I feel it. She throbs..I feel it. I see your eyes beg for air but also plead not to stop. I latch harder. I lay my lips once again over. I feel the erratic beats pumping..pushing my head so slightly, causing your breasts to quiver.

I replace my hand over your heart feeling those throwing beats. My palm jolt. Your body quakes. Again. Raw strength over your crazed pump..thud..thud..thud..thud. I pump her. “I’m going to make her beat how I want her to” i slam again. Rapid compressions over, folding your organ over and over. The hand on your throat still there, as I over force her to beat. I can almost feel the pulse in your neck surge harder. I compress again. My arms flex like steel, a jackhammer like effect as your flesh caves, your ribs bow, and breasts quake. She starts to slow as if submitting to my will. She beats to my rhythm as I almost overtake her. I stop. I release my hands and press my lips to yours as I force my air into your lungs, feeling your chest rise to mine. I stroke your hair, your face, I kiss your lips. I lay my head down onto your chest, your ribs heaving up and down as she slams and tries to steady herself back to a normal cadence. She beats strong, but gentle. “I told you, princess. I’d make her skip..stumble..and bring you right back to me…now let’s do it again”

That’s cute. You think your ribs can stop me from that getting pretty little heart of yours?

“Playing Man” “I sit atop a throne unmatched by most. A god that was playing man. I hold the power of worlds in my hand, and a whole universe beats within me. I can fulfill every fantasy, every desire, every sinful pleasure. The untamable become tamed. So I ask you, what game do you want to play, …princess?”

“Skip..Stumble..Right Back to Me”

I lay you down. My weight straddles you. My lips grace yours, tenderly, then the cheek….then the neck…tracing down. Pecking it’s way down the warm flesh of your chest finally stopping over your heart. I feel the beats greeting my lips. Thump thump. Thump thump. Our eyes meet, and once again the crystal blue eyes that sparkle like the ocean meet the smoldering fire of mine brown ones. They connect us…as one. The trust…the love..the connection. I bring one hand to your face and stroke a piece of hair out the way. It makes it way around your neck, causing that visible pulse to disappear in my grasp. I clamp.

The air restrictions already hitting the heart hard. Between your excitement and my strength around her, she begins to throb harder. My free hand lay across her, clutching at the soft flesh of your vulnerable chest. She feels ecstatic. Her hard throbs moving my hand as if to fight back or crave for more. I press down harder, your chest caving slightly as I compress her. I feel her struggle but feel elated at the attention. All eyes are on her, bringing what your heart craves the most…attention down to the last beat. I feel the pulse in your neck begin to quiver and falter as she can’t get enough air to meet the demands. She skips..I feel it. She throbs..I feel it. I see your eyes beg for air but also plead not to stop. I latch harder. I lay my lips once again over. I feel the erratic beats pumping..pushing my head so slightly, causing your breasts to quiver.

I replace my hand over your heart feeling those throwing beats. My palm jolt. Your body quakes. Again. Raw strength over your crazed pump..thud..thud..thud..thud. I pump her. “I’m going to make her beat how I want her to” i slam again. Rapid compressions over, folding your organ over and over. The hand on your throat still there, as I over force her to beat. I can almost feel the pulse in your neck surge harder. I compress again. My arms flex like steel, a jackhammer like effect as your flesh caves, your ribs bow, and breasts quake. She starts to slow as if submitting to my will. She beats to my rhythm as I almost overtake her. I stop. I release my hands and press my lips to yours as I force my air into your lungs, feeling your chest rise to mine. I stroke your hair, your face, I kiss your lips. I lay my head down onto your chest, your ribs heaving up and down as she slams and tries to steady herself back to a normal cadence. She beats strong, but gentle. “I told you, princess. I’d make her skip..stumble..and bring you right back to me…now let’s do it again”

“Skip..Stumble..Right Back to Me”

I lay you down. My weight straddles you. My lips grace yours, tenderly, then the cheek….then the neck…tracing down. Pecking it’s way down the warm flesh of your chest finally stopping over your heart. I feel the beats greeting my lips. Thump thump. Thump thump. Our eyes meet, and once again the crystal blue eyes that sparkle like the ocean meet the smoldering fire of mine brown ones. They connect us…as one. The trust…the love..the connection. I bring one hand to your face and stroke a piece of hair out the way. It makes it way around your neck, causing that visible pulse to disappear in my grasp. I clamp.

The air restrictions already hitting the heart hard. Between your excitement and my strength around her, she begins to throb harder. My free hand lay across her, clutching at the soft flesh of your vulnerable chest. She feels ecstatic. Her hard throbs moving my hand as if to fight back or crave for more. I press down harder, your chest caving slightly as I compress her. I feel her struggle but feel elated at the attention. All eyes are on her, bringing what your heart craves the most…attention down to the last beat. I feel the pulse in your neck begin to quiver and falter as she can’t get enough air to meet the demands. She skips..I feel it. She throbs..I feel it. I see your eyes beg for air but also plead not to stop. I latch harder. I lay my lips once again over. I feel the erratic beats pumping..pushing my head so slightly, causing your breasts to quiver.

I replace my hand over your heart feeling those throwing beats. My palm jolt. Your body quakes. Again. Raw strength over your crazed pump..thud..thud..thud..thud. I pump her. “I’m going to make her beat how I want her to” i slam again. Rapid compressions over, folding your organ over and over. The hand on your throat still there, as I over force her to beat. I can almost feel the pulse in your neck surge harder. I compress again. My arms flex like steel, a jackhammer like effect as your flesh caves, your ribs bow, and breasts quake. She starts to slow as if submitting to my will. She beats to my rhythm as I almost overtake her. I stop. I release my hands and press my lips to yours as I force my air into your lungs, feeling your chest rise to mine. I stroke your hair, your face, I kiss your lips. I lay my head down onto your chest, your ribs heaving up and down as she slams and tries to steady herself back to a normal cadence. She beats strong, but gentle. “I told you, princess. I’d make her skip..stumble..and bring you right back to me…now let’s do it again”

“Imagine”

I see her beat. i see your neck pulse, your chest throb. My words alone can make her beat faster, your neck bound and leap. Make her punch your chest harder, your ribs vibrate. make her skip, stumble and bring her right back. If my words alone can make her do that, imagine what my hands can do.

“Mine”

I see you. Our eyes meet, the sparkle between us. Yours like crystals, capturing the ocean, brimming with life, clarity, and peace. Too beautiful for this world. Mine, sharp and brown, like the earth. Resolute and unwavering. I see what simple eye contact alone does. I see you…I see her. My eyes glance to your neck, I see her pulse. Gentle flicks bounding up and down. My hand brushes a strand of hair from your face.

Touch, I see her pulse slightly faster. I trace my rough, yet gentle hand down your face, stroking down to your throat. I can rend metal with my fingers yet i hold the soft, vulnerable flesh of your throat against my hand. The strength I possess yet I hold you. I hold yours. i clamp down slightly over your throat. I feel her bound slightly harder, loving my touch.

Taste. My lips meet yours, my beard tickling them from the soft pricks. I feel her pulsing even faster. The taste of each other on our lips. I bring my head down to your chest, warm, soft. I purse my lips and press them over your heart. I feel the very muscle beating inside of you against them. She pounds hard, excited at the attention.

Hearing. I turn my head and press down against her. Her elevated contractions fill my ears, every pulse, every beat, ever thud..mine. You hear me say three simple words..”thump, thump, princess.”

Smell. I let go of your neck, I stand straight up. I hold you close and tight that I can smell the shampoo in your hair. My large arms holding you against my strong chest. Every powerful beat thundering in your ears. “You may envelope every sense of me, but this is yours” I hold you tighter as each pump rocks your head. I pull you back, our eyes meet again. My hand reaches over your chest, clutching at your heart. I feel every thump, ”But you?” I lean over once again, I grab her slightly harder, protectively. ”Mine”.

I dream broken dreams. Make them come true.

Every Angel and demon exists inside of me. I can stroke your cheek, and check your pulse. I can rub your hair when the world crashes down. I can crush when it’s time to protect. I can take your breath away, or pump your very heart. The pleasures given, the pain it can cause. Or to exist in a world between. I am capable of anything for the world is my garden.

“The power of the world beats within me. “

“The power of the world beats within me. “

Your heart? Mine.

I wanna know what people assume about me because of my tumblr. Put an assumption in my ask. I'm not gonna be mean, I'm very interested.

Also bored.

”They say you can learn a lot from the hands of a man. These hands can create…destroy…comfort…and defend. A single knuckle to stroke the hair from your face. Two fingers to gently caress the carotid of your soft neck, almost as if it’s kissing my fingertips with each soft pulse. One hand placed upon your chest, feeling the very organ that gives you life, embracing the touch upon your tender flesh as she beats, yearning for more. One hand to control your air. Or two places over that vulnerable chest and heart, feeling her fight as these hands force her to beat how I want her to. Fast…powerful…deep compressions, ribs and sternum bending, your heart folding to my will as she yearns for more in a deep rooted and rare ecstasy yet such intimacy. So to you, princess, I offer these hands in exchange for your heart…do you accept?“

“I can’t wait to get my hands on that pretty little heart of yours, princess. To feel every beat, every pulse, make her beat how I want her to. I’m going to make her skip…stumble…and bring her right back and do it all over again. Now be a good baby girl and lay back for me”