Chapter 9 (NSFW) - Snow White's Son
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"No… no… please… don't… I'm scared!"
The moment the Beast's thick shaft pressed against the tender opening, Crow's body trembled with terror. His instincts screamed danger, and he scrambled backward, pushing himself with his hands across the fur-covered floor, trying to flee.
"Please… no more! Leave me! Let me go!"
But the Beast's grip on his shin was merciless, dragging him swiftly back to his original place. Crow's legs were spread wide—wider than he thought possible—until he felt as though his body might split in two. Again, the Beast pressed forward.
"No… no, it hurts!"
The small, delicate entrance was pried open by something far too large, far too brutal. What was nourishment for Crow and the elves was something entirely different for the Beast. He used the milk not as sustenance, but as a crude substitute for oil or saliva, and his fingers thursting inside were no longer enough to satisfy him. Slowly, agonizingly, the Beast pushed his aroused member into Crow's trembling body.
"Ah… ahh… it hurts…!"
Crow was bent over, his backside raised toward the ceiling as the Beast relentlessly drove into him. The thick, heated flesh pushed further, stretching him until the widest part of the shaft was almost seated within him. And all of this played out before Crow's very eyes, leaving him helpless to stop it.
"No… no… it hurts… stop…!"
In that moment of overwhelming pain and fear, something within Crow awoke. His hair—once flowing freely—suddenly stirred with a life of its own, moved not by conscious thought but by the primal instincts that surged through him. He had forgotten about the magic that resided in his hair, but his body had not.
"GRAAAAAHH!"
The long, dark strands wrapped themselves around the Beast, binding his limbs tightly and yanking him backward. He was flung into the wall of the tower with a violent crash, his head, back, and hips all slamming against the stone at once.
The howl that escaped the Beast's throat was not merely a cry—it was a death scream, raw and filled with anguish. The sound alone was enough to make Crow's heart ache, his own body trembling with the echo of the pain.
"Beast…!"
The wall reflected the flickering light of the hearth, now splattered with the Beast's blood. Below, entangled in Crow's enchanted hair, the Beast lay, his once fierce eyes now vacant, his blood-stained teeth exposed.
"Ah… ah…"
Crow, still trembling and bare, slowly loosened his grip, releasing the power that had been channeled into his hair. For a while, the Beast continued to twitch, but soon, his body fell completely still.
The tower fell silent—save for the fading crackle of the fire—and Crow realized with dawning horror that the Beast no longer breathed. He had killed him.
Though Crow had loathed the Beast for the cruel things he had done, the creature was half man, half beast, and Crow himself had invited him into the tower. It was he who had drawn the elf stone near, shifting the creature's form closer to that of a man.
And it was Crow who, by baring his own skin, had offered himself as bait.
The Beast had merely followed the call of his instincts, responding to the invitation Crow had laid before him. To think he would meet such an end—surely, his spirit, now lingering in the afterlife, must be cursing him, filled with regret and hatred for how his end had come.
If only I could apologize… Crow thought. If only I could tell him it was never meant to be a trap.
I truly believed… I was ready to let myself be devoured.
But no matter what excuses Crow whispered into the still air, the past could not be undone. The Beast might have abandoned his pursuit had Crow not lifted him to the tower's window that night. But Crow's selfish loneliness had driven him to make this night the last, to bring about an end—not only to his solitude, but to the Beast's very life.
"I'm sorry… I'm so, so sorry," Crow sobbed, gazing down at the still face of the Beast. He shook him, desperate for a response, but the creature remained unresponsive.
Though the Beast had been a creature of wild instincts, his near-human form now made Crow feel the weight of his sin even more deeply. This was no mere animal—perhaps he had suffered, living between two worlds, torn between man and beast. Maybe, like Crow, the Beast had known loneliness. Perhaps he, too, had yearned for companionship.
Would things have been different, Crow wondered, if he had accepted the Beast's advances without fear? If he had allowed himself to embrace the pain, to take the creature's actions as they were?
"I'm sorry…"
Crow's voice quivered as he whispered his apologies. With a heavy heart, he began to sing—a lullaby, soft and tender, hoping it might serve as a requiem for the Beast. It was a song Crow had learned without knowing where or when, a melody that could lull even the elves into a peaceful slumber.
As he sang, Crow gently stroked the Beast's bloodied head, praying that the creature's soul might find peace and ascend to the heavens. His voice carried his sorrow, his regret, and his longing for forgiveness.
"Ah…"
And then, just as he was nearing the song's end, Crow gasped.
The Beast's eyes, once dull and lifeless, began to move. His head stirred ever so slightly, followed by his shoulders, his elbows, and even his feet. Slowly, the creature that Crow had thought dead was beginning to rise.
But what shocked Crow most was the transformation in the Beast's eyes. No longer did they glow red with savage hunger. Now, they shimmered with the soft, deep blue of precious sapphires. And within those eyes, Crow could see something he had never expected—human emotions.
As their gazes met, Crow saw not only the change in color but in spirit. Something deep within the Beast had shifted.
"…Snow… White…" the Beast murmured, his voice trembling just as his body was.
The Beast who had once snarled and growled like a creature of the wild was gone. In his place stood a being whose voice, though shaking, was gentle and soft. A tear glistened on the surface of his eyes, catching the dim light.
It was perhaps only natural, given the unbearable pain he had endured, but to see such a large and imposing figure wear a face so close to tears filled Crow with a sharp pang of regret. How cruel had he been to bring such anguish to this being?
"I'm sorry... I was startled by what you did and tried to run, but in my panic, I reacted too harshly... I'm so sorry for hurting you," Crow apologized, gently wiping the blood from the Beast's face. His gaze met the creature's tear-filled blue eyes, and in that moment, all his fear evaporated like morning mist under the sun.
Had a miracle occurred through the heartfelt song Crow had sung? It seemed the wild, primal beast within had quieted, and in its place, a human heart had begun to emerge.
"Oh... oh, what have I done? What unforgivable sin have I committed...?" the Beast lamented.
"Beast!" Crow called out, but the creature wrenched himself away from Crow's touch, pressing his bloodstained forehead against the wall and wailing as though his soul were being torn asunder.
His cries, though wild, were not the howls of a beast. No, he was lamenting deeply, as any human might when crushed by the weight of their guilt. His words were lost to his sobs, but Crow could still catch fragments—"sin" and "shame"—and he realized that the Beast was consumed with remorse for forcing himself on Crow, now fully aware of the cruelty in his actions.
"Please, calm yourself... I'm alright now. Just calm down," Crow said softly.
"Uuh, uuuh....ah! I've sinned again....how shameful! What a base, miserable creature I am!" the Beast howled, beating his head against the wall despite Crow's attempts to stop him.
Though his words were fragmented, Crow understood. The Beast had regained his human conscience, and now he was drowning in shame for the wrong he had done.
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