Beauty and Beowulf
A short, explicit, used and bred, Classic Tale
Amber Clark
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All characters portrayed are 18 years of age, or older. All sexual acts depicted are consensual.
Chapter 1
Grendel had been slain, but his mother did not grieve. He was no child to Ides, or at least not the kind of child she longed for. He may have sprung from her womb, but he was a beast, a wild, murderous animal, and she felt no love for him just as he felt none for her.
Grendel’s destructive nature had left her an outcast, living alone in a cave, far from the towns. Life was not all bad, and as she bathed in the glittering cave waterfall that morning, she considered maybe life was actually quite pleasant, or would be if she had company.
Oh, how she missed men! She missed their feel, smell, and strong hands on her body. It was the longing for strong hands that started this whole mess when she met a great beast in the forest near her home and allowed him to explore her small human body. She didn’t just allow it but reveled in the feel of him, his animalistic needs, and the way his beastly rod filled her so perfectly and pleasured her till she screamed into the still forest air. If only he had stuck around for longer, pleased her again, but no she was alone that next summer as she gave birth to his monstrous offspring.