Saint Seiya Fairy Tale: Beauty and the Beast

“Argh. . .why the hell did I ask him to DINNER!?” the beast shouted. “I don't even eat dinner at a dinner table, I always go out on the hunt to have fresh meat. This is absurd, I should cancel it immediately, how the #@$#&* am I gonna be able to eat with utensils” he snarled.

Misty, a calm lizard servant, listened to his master rant. “I understand your distress, sire, but just sit with him as he eats. I know your talons prevent you from using a fork with your paw, which makes sense. Also. . .you have always enjoyed a good hunt. . .so really that part of you hasn’t changed.” Misty smirked at his comment.

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that part, Misty,” the beast grumbled. “Of course hunting is fun. . . but the point is that the spell will not just wear off if we eat together. . .besides wasn’t it you who said that I was unpleasant to eat with?”

Misty smiled and licked his mouth with his forked tongue, “of course your majesty, but if we are to have that curse lifted, you must try a little to get him to fall for you.”

Deathmask sighed in defeat, he knew very well that no one would ever love him. He felt slightly guilty that two of his servants even stayed with him in the first place, his curse became their curse.

Misty looked down, “I’ll finish preparing a meal for the guest, and you will try to behave yourself.” Misty then ran downstairs to avoid an argument.

Deathmask looked down, only thinking about what his life had become. How a simple concept, like mealtime, could become so painful. Instead of eating a prepared meal, his animalistic tendencies often become aroused at the scent of blood. He recalled finding some wild pheasant, which he promptly ripped apart with his claws and teeth as it screamed in pain. He could not stop taking bites out of its living flesh. He would not be able to live with himself long as his dignity became almost non-existent.

Deathmask looked at himself in the mirror before heading downstairs. He felt repulsed by his hideous form. His skin had been covered in a thick indigo fur, and his tail often swished when he was nervous. He hated having such a revealing feature about himself. His hands and feet were paws with large talons that could easily kill. His face had wolf-like features and his snout had a keen sense of smell. His hair was now like a mane of dark bluish purple, with two large cream colored horns protruding out. He looked hard into the mirror, trying to find anything he could to keep his own sanity. As he stared, he noticed that his eyes were the same as they always were. They were still the same piercing blue with a sparkle to them that could only be pure. Deathmask choked on a chuckle the moment he thought of the word “pure” in the same sentence as himself without the word “not.”

Deathmask looked for something to wear in his closet. He usually roamed the castle naked, since his fur covered all of his. . . sensitive areas. He liked roaming naked; it made his actions more convenient that ever before. He never had to worry about getting ready after a bath, he didn’t have to get changed in the morning or at night. . .Although he had many animalistic characteristics, he was happy that he could still use the bathroom versus having to demean himself even more. He hadn’t worn clothing before this day for years. He had put on some ragged pants that tore due to his increased size before Shion had arrived, bringing a surprise like Camus to him. He knew first impressions were very important, but he also knew that he was a beast, and beasts were not known to create good first impressions.

He sighed as he thought about how he could never wander the castle naked again, since clothing was the only thing that made him somewhat resemble a human. He could smell the rich lavender coming from fragrance from across the wing, the rich scent of Camus’s bath became stronger and stronger. Deathmask inhaled and shuddered. He had not been around any kind of being who he could ever be intimate with. Maybe intimate was not the right word; perhaps any being who he could alleviate his needs with.

Ever since becoming a beast, his primal needs became more basic. He ate more and drank more, and he often felt urges in his groin that drove him crazy. He had woken up so many mornings sporting a full erection, and not knowing what to do. When he was human, he could just find a lord or lady and have his way with them. His only way to quell his strong sexual, animalistic desires is to jerk off his swollen cock until he felt satisfied. After thinking about he idea of being near a person of flesh and warm blood, he felt even more nervous. He was so afraid he would just ravish the new guest, and since he was a prisoner, he would just take it or fight him off. He retracted his talons and reached down between his legs. He had been surprised since his transformation that he still felt so sensitive in his inner thigh. The fur in the area tickled and teased the tender flesh under it. The image of parting the sexy new guest’s legs and pressing his engorged cock inside him filled his mind. As a beast, his cock was much longer and thicker than would be humanly possible. He reached his paw down and pulled his hardening cock, which was already extending out. An enlargement near the base of his hard shaft, his knot, which was more commonly found on canines, was swollen the about twice the thickness of the rest of his cock. The soft, lightly textured pads of his paw created a gentle friction as he gripped his cock and began to tease it lightly and ran his fingers over the tip. He began to thrust into the fist he created with his paw. He continued to pump himself until he came with a muffled growl. He felt little satisfaction, but he figured it would be enough to where he would not rape his prisoner. . . er. . .guest.

He quickly cleaned himself up in the bathroom. Deathmask found a tunic and pants that were a dark maroon and black, which highlighted his indigo fur. He remembered Misty sewing this outfit just in case Deathmask had to go out on an errand. He quickly got dressed and grabbed a grooming brush. Deathmask’s sadness increased as he realized that his dog and cat grooming brushes worked better than hairbrushes. He quickly brushed his fangs to make sure that his mouth was fresh and minty.

Deathmask looked into the mirror again, determined to find that good quality. “There must be some reason for someone to want me? Right? And you are a creepy monster who just jerked off in the bathroom because you have a horrible ability to inhibit your needs. . .oh great. . .this isn’t going to go well.”

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Camus followed Argor towards the dining hall, which was decorated with rich tapestries and candlelight. Camus took in the view with amazement on his face. . .never had he see such a lavish castle. He mentally prepared himself for a stressful evening as he sat in the large dinner chair.

Argor looked up at Camus, “Your dinner will be served shortly, please relax until then and have some wine.” Camus smiled at the little crab and sipped on his glass of wine. Camus always appreciated fine French wines with lots of depth and character. Argor again wished that if Camus got drunk enough. . .his mind switched gears as Misty then came out with large platters of food. He brought out stewed pork, potato gratin, duck that was roasted in a dark red wine glaze which made the skin very crispy, blue lake green beans fried and served with garlic on top, and a wide array of salads, appetizers, and meats. Misty smiled and looked at Camus, “Well, bon appetít. . .hope you are hungry, this is all for you.”

Camus’s eyes widened. This was the first day that he could remember when he did not have to cook, and it was prepared only for him? This was too much for him to handle, surely someone else could enjoy this food too. “Are you not going to eat any? And if not you or Argor, what about your Master?”

Argor looked down, he hadn’t been able to eat “people food” in a very long time. He enjoyed the smell of it and when he ate his food he could remember and imagine his favorite foods. Misty, now a cold-blooded lizard only ate meager foods. He detested himself for having such an appetite. He remembered how to cook and was pleased to be able to make the effort for their new guest.

Camus relished in the fragrance of the delicious smelling food, but when both Argor and Misty looked downward, he realized that he hit a nerve. “I apologize. . .here I am trying to get you two to eat foods that most likely only humans find appetizing. . .” Argor smiled and lied between his teeth, “Don't worry Camus, we just have different food preferences, that’s all, neither of us like people food.” Misty nodded in agreement solemnly.

Camus quirked an eyebrow, he didn’t really believe them, but he decided that since he was stuck in this place for the rest of is life, he would find out sooner or later. There was no rush. “I see,” Camus replied. Camus looked at the food, and then heard a noise behind him. He turned around and saw Deathmask standing there making attempts to get his tail to stop swishing, resulting in him looking like he was a puppy chasing his own tail.

Camus chuckled and was barely able to keep it together, never had he seen such a silly sight. Deathmask shot a glare at Camus, stood up straight and tried to look as regal as possible. He then noticed the beautiful snow crystal in Camus’s hair and how shiny his hair looked. Deathmask smiled, “I see that the hair clip I made looks good on you.” Camus again quirked an eyebrow, a beast with an attitude problem like him MADE this beautiful piece of jewelry? “Oh. . .thank you very much. . .it matches that beautiful flower my father gave me perfectly,” Camus replied. Deathmask gawked, this guy really did keep the flower that Shion had stolen. . .he didn’t really believe he would.

Camus looked at Deathmask quizzically, “are you planning on just standing there, or eating?” Deathmask shook out of his daze and sat at the table with Camus. “Soooooo. . .uh. . .you like your stay here so far?” Deathmask asked with his tail continually whapping the chair lightly. “Well I am stuck here whether I like my accommodations or not, so it makes little difference, besides I have only been here for a few hours, that hardly qualifies for me to answer your question,” Camus stated as he put some food on his plate.

Deathmask looked at Camus, “well ya make a good point there. So is the food good?” Camus replied, “why not try it yourself if you are so curious?” Deathmask glared at Camus again, he was trying to avoid eating in front of him, but the food smelled really delicious, and he was very hungry. “Maybe I will. . .later, yeah. . .not too hungry,” Deathmask mustered a fake smile. Camus rolled his eyes, he was not stupid, he then put a bunch of food on Deathmask’s plate. “HEY! WTF?” Deathmask looked at his plate, it was getting very hard to avoid eating. Camus replied, “You must eat to keep up your strength. Plus, you are disgracing those who cooked it for you if you do not eat it.” Deathmask grumbled, the teal-haired man made a point, but once Camus sees him eat so sloppy, he would never earn his love.

“Hmph. . .I’ll eat it later then,” Deathmask grumbled again. Camus sighed, “You will eat it now before it gets cold.” Deathmask looked at Camus to protest but the look in Camus’s eyes told him that he was better off eating sloppy than it would be if he didn’t eat at all. Deathmask mumbled something incoherent about it being his castle and his rules, but eventually picked up the food on his plate with his paws and shoveled some food down. Camus smiled, “that’s more like it, Oh lovely Master.” Deathmask again shot a glare at his guest for his use of sarcasm. Camus chuckled to himself, he realized that even though the beast before him was controlling and threatening, he still had control over him enough to get him to eat.

Deathmask was waiting for some kind of snide comment about his eating, but Camus made none. Camus continued to eat and then asked, “How did you know my size enough to fill a closet with clothing that fits me?” Deathmask almost spit out his food in a laugh, “I told you earlier, I know magic!” Camus looked at him with a blank look on his face, “okay, even if you know magic enough to create some clothes, how did you know my size?” Deathmask smirked, “Well dear Camus, that is one of my specialties! I am very good at looking at people and knowing what size fits them.” Camus looked at him closely, “Are you also telling me that you decided to fill the closet with clothing that leaves little to the imagination?”

Deathmask smirked, “What, it’s not like you don’t have the body for it? You have the goods, why not show them a little?” Camus threw his napkin on Deathmask’s head, “For your information, I am certainly not going to prance around your castle in some outfit that is beyond revealing.”

Deathmask sighed, “Well one can wish, right? I mean come on, if a guy were to be prancing around my castle, you are a pretty hot guy to do it.” Camus sighed, why the hell would a beast like him want to see a human wearing that stuff. “Or is it that you don’t understand what kinds of clothing humans wear?” Deathmask almost choked on his food laughing, “Of course I do, I did put some normal stuff in there too ya know! I just have my preferences.” Camus sighed again, “So basically you are saying that you would prefer that I wear something that is revealing?”

Deathmask smirked again, “but of course my sexy guest.” Camus was taken aback slightly, was this monster flirting with him?

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A/N-Sorry this chapter was so short >_<; hope you guys like it! Reviews are really appreciated!