Beauty ran down the hall almost running over her mom with those huge tits. She apologized without even glancing back. She was a delight to watch, with her blonde hair and her round face that just makes you smile; she really is a beauty, thought the queen to herself as she went down memory lane. The king had commanded that every spindle in the kingdom be taken out so as to prevent Maleficent’s curse but that didn’t stop the queen from worrying. As beauty ran down the stairs, her eye caught something at the bottom of the stairs; it was a dildo. There was a pretty boy she had never seen standing there too, he grabbed her and kissed her deeply offering her the dildo and telling her to put it in her intimate area. She took the beautiful rubber dick and shoved it into her vagina again and again and all of a sudden, she felt a little prick and the pretty boy turned into Maleficent. Beauty tried to climb back up but she wasn’t fast enough. Maleficent grabbed her and kissed her fully on the lips grabbing one boob in her hand and squeezing hard. As a moan escaped beauty’s mouth, she fell to ground and slept and soon after, the whole castle followed little by little
In the topmost bedchamber of the house he found her. Her golden hair lay long and straight over the deep green velvet of her bed, and her dress in loose folds revealed the rounded breasts and limbs of a young woman. He opened the shuttered windows. The sunlight flooded down on her. And approaching her, he gave a soft gasp as he touched her cheek, and her teeth through her parted lips, and then her tender rounded eyelids. Her face was perfect to him, and her embroidered gown had fallen deep into the crease between her legs so that he could see he shape of her sex beneath it. He ripped her dress open and looked at her. Her nipples were a rosy pink as were her lips, and the hair between her legs was dark yellow and curlier than the long straight hair of her head which covered her arms almost down to her hips on either side of her. He lifted her, his left arm under her shoulders, his right hand between her legs and his thumb on top of her pubis. She made no sound; but if a person could moan silently, then she made such a moan with her whole attitude. Laying her down again, he cupped both of her breasts, and sucked gently on one and then the other. They were plumb and firm, these breasts. She’d been fifteen when the curse struck her. And he bit at her nipples, moving the breasts almost roughly so as to feel their weight, and then lightly he slapped them back and forth, delighting in this. His desire had been hard and almost painful to him when he had come into the room, and now it was urging him almost mercilessly. He mounted her, parting her legs, giving the white inner flesh of her thighs a soft, deep pinch, and, clasping her right breast in his left hand, he thrust his sex into her. He was holding her up as he did this, to gather her mouth to him, and as he broke through her innocence, he opened her mouth with his tongue and pinched her breast sharply. He sucked on her lips, he drew the life out of her into himself, and felling his seed explode within her, heard her cry out.
“Beauty” he said