Bred to the Beast
Bred to the Beast
Copyright 2012 by Caroline Calais
Charlotte had to admit, life was pretty good right now. Three months earlier, she had turned nineteen years old. Years earlier, a local witch had placed a curse on Charlotte, a curse that would make all of Charlotte’s hair fall out when she turned nineteen.
When Charlotte noticed strands of her hair beginning to fall just after her birthday, she went to see the witch, who told her the only way to break the curse was to bring her a lock the hair belonging to the Prince of the Beasts, living in a castle on the other side of the forest.
It had been a mission no one thought Charlotte could complete. Everyone expected her to either give up almost immediately or worse, never to come back. Still, Charlotte was determined, and despite a few obstacles in her road, she finally found Martel, the prince of the beasts. Charlotte also found she had a passion for the rough, primal sex of the beasts, and that Martel was easily the best lay she’d ever had. She kept that part of her adventures to herself, however.
When she finally returned to the village, Charlotte had been hailed as a hero. After all, no one had ever managed to venture into the woods, travel miles and miles, get the hair from one of the most powerful beasts that lived in the forest and returned to tell the tale. In fact, despite the fact that there was a trail leading from the village into the forest, it was quickly becoming overgrown, as it was rare for any villagers to ever enter the forest. Everyone in the village knew the beasts lived there, and that beasts were dangerous. A few men had entered, intent on capturing a beast, or killing them, but none had returned.
What Charlotte did know was that women had better luck, as the beasts simply wanted sex with them. The beasts never had human women, and they found Charlotte to be an exotic treat, ready to exchange her life in exchange for a few minutes of rough bliss.