📜 The Twink & the Beast
A Dark Fairy Tale of Power, Submission, and Love
🏰 Chapter 1: The Weakest Link
In a distant high medieval era, two neighboring kingdoms, Volterra and Malombra, coexisted in a cycle of raids and border wars.
King Baldovino ruled Volterra with an iron fist, his power absolute over his lands. His consort, Queen Isolde, was milder in temperament but just as ruthless in defending the kingdom’s order. Their son, Prince Corradino, was a 20-year-old twink with a penchant for philosophy rather than warfare, which he considered a waste of resources for insecure men.
Malombra, on the other hand, was ruled by the Beast, whose true name was known to no one. A non-human being of towering stature, he was infamous for his merciless rule, keeping his subjects under his thumb with an iron grip. Born from the union of a werewolf and a human woman, his mother had died shortly after the werewolf’s bite, leaving the newborn Beast alone in the world. Though he possessed a human intellect and the feral features of a werewolf, no one wanted to take him in. Abandoned at the foundlings’ wheel, he was raised by the monks of Volterra, who cared for him with charity—though they, too, feared the demonic taint in his origins.
As the Beast grew, the monks began to fear his feral and violent nature. Soon, even the Church that had once protected him cast him out.
Fortunately, the Beast had a sharp political mind. He intercepted the discontent among Baldovino’s opponents, who schemed behind the king’s back. With his natural charisma, he gathered a following of warriors who gradually seized more and more territory from Volterra, carving out their own autonomous kingdom: Malombra.
The Beast ruled with an iron fist, never hesitating to flay alive any soldier who dared question his authority. Standing at nearly three meters tall, covered in thick brown fur, and weighing 200 kg of pure muscle—roughly the same muscular mass as a tiger—he shared the feline’s lightning reflexes. In battle, he was a fury. His face was a blend of werewolf and human, his bite capable of tearing human muscle with ease. He could shift effortlessly from bipedal to quadrupedal stance, and his hairy hands wielded human weapons with deadly precision. No knight, neither in Volterra nor Malombra, could match him in single combat.
Baldovino wanted to reclaim the lands stolen by the Beast, whom he considered a demonic creature to be eradicated along with his traitorous followers. The Beast, driven by the hatred born of his ostracism, sought to conquer all that remained of Volterra to consolidate his dominion.
👁️ Chapter 2: The Kidnapping
One day, the Beast observed the court of King Baldovino through his magical sphere. Baldovino was scolding Prince Corradino for spending the afternoon reading instead of training with the other knights. Corradino sighed, passive-aggressively.
The Beast watched the scene, intrigued. Instinctively, he felt sympathy for Corradino simply because he defied Baldovino. He was fascinated by the fact that, despite being loved by his parents, Corradino was clearly the weak link in the family, with no affinity for combat. He had to exploit this weakness.
The next day, while Baldovino and Isolde discussed the kingdom’s future once it passed into Corradino’s hands, the prince slipped away from the castle to a border area with Malombra—a place strictly forbidden to him.
The Beast had observed everything through his sphere and ordered his thugs to seize the moment.
Corradino was strolling melancholically with a flower tucked behind his right ear, smiling as he thought about how furious his father would be to know he was far from the castle.
Suddenly, five of the Beast’s knights, armed to the teeth, materialized in front of him. Corradino flinched.
Two knights immediately immobilized him, lifting him off the ground and mocking him. "Come with us, Princess…" one sneered.
Corradino asked dryly, in a monotone voice: "Do you intend to kill me?"
The knight holding him replied: "God, no… we’re not monsters. Besides, we need you alive and well. You’re our bargaining chip with Baldovino. The Beast’s orders. He’ll decide what to do with you."
Corradino felt a warmth spread toward his cock—excitement. He didn’t dwell on it.
"Well, if it’ll piss off my father, then I’m all for it. No need for rough handling… I’ll ride behind the strongest of you and follow you to the Beast. I’m quite curious to see how this turns out."
The knights exchanged stunned glances but saw no reason to refuse Corradino’s suggestion.
Corradino clung tightly to the muscular back of the knight who had captured him, who began galloping toward the Beast’s manor with his comrades. The Beast watched the scene with great curiosity. He hadn’t expected Corradino to be so compliant. Was it weakness… or something else? As doubts swirled in his mind, he watched Corradino sigh, gazing at the landscape of Volterra fading into the distance.
🏰 Chapter 3: The First Encounter
After half an hour of travel, the knights stood before the gate of the Beast’s manor. The gate fell with a deep, ominous sound, revealing the castle’s interior.
It was nothing like Baldovino and Isolde’s refined castle. This place was dark, stark, and bare. The only light came from a few torches that barely pierced the pervasive darkness.
They climbed the spiral staircase. Corradino followed obediently, showing no signs of fear or rebellion. A part of him was curious… he felt alive, finally free from the prison of his parents’ expectations.
They knocked on the door of the main hall. A servant opened it. The Beast sat on a bare stone throne, dressed in a blood-red tunic that bore no resemblance to Baldovino and Isolde’s opulent royal garments. For a moment, Corradino thought the tunic was actually human blood smeared across the Beast’s body. The Beast seemed to read Corradino’s mind and flashed a wicked smile. His square jaw, bristly fur, golden eyes, and elongated snout revealing sharp fangs… Corradino was hypnotized by the sight of the Beast. He had heard tales, but he had never seen him in all his might.
The Beast observed him intently, his gaze fixed on Corradino’s delicate features, his blue eyes, his wavy blond hair, and his slender, graceful build. He could have snapped him in half with a single swipe if he wanted.
"Put him down and leave us alone," the Beast roared.
Corradino raised his hand, signaling the knight carrying him to hold his hand as he dismounted. The knight, though surprised, complied. Even in Malombra, the rules of chivalry were known. Corradino dismounted gracefully, finally standing face to face with the Beast.
The knights left quickly, closing the door behind them.
"So, you’re Baldovino and Isolde’s son… I’ve been watching you, you know… the weak link of the family… You’ll be very useful to me. But first, we need to set a few things straight."
Before Corradino could retort, the Beast lunged at him with inhuman speed, pinning him to the ground. With one paw, he flipped Corradino onto his stomach. Corradino gasped but didn’t resist. The Beast shredded Corradino’s clothes with a claw. Beneath his tunic, the Beast’s 13-inch cock was already erect at the thought of breaking Baldovino’s son. He was intoxicated by the power he held over the defenseless young twink. He forced his thick, hairy, erect cock inside Corradino’s ass, who, surprisingly, offered little resistance…
Corradino gasped softly… The Beast fucked him violently, indifferent to Corradino’s pain, who was now screaming in earnest. After 30 minutes of relentless thrusting, the Beast’s cock erupted inside Corradino’s depths. "This is to remind you that you are my property. Now and forever," the Beast whispered in his deep voice into Corradino’s ear, to his surprise, Corradino responded with a mischievous smile.
The Beast flipped Corradino over with a paw and, to his surprise, found a stain on the prince’s pants.
"Strip. I want to see you as your father and mother made you."
Corradino obeyed… The Beast saw Corradino’s tiny 4-inch cock, still erect and covered in cum…
"Well, this is something! Ignoring the ridiculous size of your cock, if it can even be called that… Did you actually like it?"
Corradino laughed mockingly… The Beast swiped a paw across his face, careful not to maim him, but making it clear it was a serious question.
Corradino understood the message and answered sincerely: "Yes, I liked it. I’m not like the other knights… I don’t measure my worth by the size of my cock, my muscles, or the size of my kingdom, like you do… but I enjoy being taken by strong, powerful knights who make me feel defenseless and desired… I’ve already done it with a few knights at court, behind my parents’ backs. You must have noticed I can take a cock inside me without too much trouble…" He glanced at the Beast’s still-hard member. "But I must say, taking yours was like taking three of my court’s knights at once… I liked feeling your strength on me."
The Beast was stunned. He had expected a trembling, pleading prince… Instead, he faced a sexually satisfied young man. He didn’t know whether to be furious or intrigued.
"It doesn’t matter… Let’s move on… I’ll take you to your room. It won’t be as luxurious as the one you’re used to, but be grateful I’m not making you sleep in the stable… Follow me."
The Beast led Corradino to his room. It was sparse, with a canopy bed in the center… Corradino tucked himself into the covers…
The Beast was about to leave when Corradino stopped him: "Isn’t there a book to read?"
The Beast was taken aback. "This isn’t a damn inn!!!"
Corradino retorted sharply: "No, but you did have me kidnapped, you did take me away from my family, and you did rape me with the intent of breaking my spirit… I know nothing of my future. I don’t think it’s too much to ask for a book, is it?"
The Beast was surprised by Corradino’s audacity.
"If you behave, tomorrow I’ll see about finding something for you in the library."
"Thank you… Beast?" Corradino said.
The Beast replied firmly: "Call me Master. I decide your fate."
Corradino smiled… "Alright, Master… Goodnight…"
The Beast wasn’t expecting such a tender expression from the prince.
"G-Goodnight," he stammered, closing the door, embarrassed.
🌅 Chapter 4: A New Dynamic
The next morning, Corradino woke up early and left his room, which hadn’t been locked… He ventured through the castle in search of the Beast’s chamber. After a few minutes, he found the room where the Beast was sleeping in his canopy bed, three times the size of a normal one, given his dimensions… The Beast was lying naked on the bed, his furry pectorals rising and falling with his breath, and his cock, already semi-hard, measured 10 inches. Corradino was mesmerized by such power. He climbed onto the bed silently on all fours and began to gently suck the cock that had deflowered him the night before. At first, he sucked timidly… then the musky scent and the growing hardness of the Beast’s member sent him into ecstasy, making him lose all sense of time and place as he abandoned himself… He continued with his eyes closed until his mouth was filled with the Beast’s cum, which came copiously, causing a few drops to spill from his lips… When Corradino opened his eyes, he realized the Beast had been watching him, amused, for a while.
"Good morning, little prince! I see you really enjoyed last night. Well, I can’t say I mind this servile side of yours…"
Corradino smiled.
"So, are you taking me to the library today?"
The Beast laughed… "Alright, but not before I explain your duties around here. First off, you won’t need clothes in this castle… Since you’re so bold, it’s only fair that everyone sees Baldovino’s son is a little whore… But remember… you’re not allowed to touch yourself. Only I decide who can fuck you. Woe betide anyone who touches you without my permission. You’re mine…"
Corradino stripped happily, his cock already hard… He loved how possessive the Beast was toward him.
"Very well."
"Your duties will include cooking for me, washing me in the morning, giving me massages if I ask, and serving me and my knights sexually and non sexually when I command it. In return, you’ll have my protection."
Corradino replied: "If I obey… do I get unlimited access to the library? Can we play chess in the evenings? I saw there are chessboards! And can I have news of my parents? My father may be harsh… but it kills me to think of how much they must be suffering."
The Beast lifted Corradino with a paw: "I am your family now! You’re mine! Your parents made my life a living hell… I didn’t choose to leave—they treated me like a leper since I was a child! You’d do well to forget them… You’re here to force them to abdicate and give me full control over Volterra’s lands, if they care about their prince’s life… We’ll see if your father cares more about you or the size of his kingdom, Corradino."
Corradino replied sharply: "I don’t forget anyone. I know my father is an insecure man obsessed with the size of his kingdom and discriminates against anyone who deviates from the norm. I’m sorry for your childhood and the persecution you suffered. However… you’re no better than him if you’re truly willing to kill me over a handful of land. You may force me to call you Master, but you’re not worthy of having my heart. Being fucked by you is satisfying, but it takes much more to truly own me. You can even kill me—after all, in this world, I’m already as good as dead. It’s a shame because I had hoped to feel at home here, but you’re just another brute like all the others. Put me down."
The Beast put him down without a word. Corradino’s words had truly made him feel small despite his powerful build. He couldn’t even get mad.
💔 Chapter 5: The Cold War
In the following weeks, Corradino kept his end of the bargain… He cooked, washed the Beast, took care of him, and served him sexually.
But he was no longer playful and mischievous as he had been on the first day. His blue eyes were icy and made the Beast feel naked in his soul.
After a while, the Beast stopped asking him for sexual favors. He couldn’t get aroused under Corradino’s cold, judging gaze. He felt like a monster.
In the afternoons, Corradino read philosophy books avidly…
But in the evenings, he still cooked carefully for the Beast and his knights, his small, hairless, naked body warming by the fireplace… Even naked, he exuded a dignity and grace that intimidated the knights. No one dared to touch him.
After dinner, Corradino played chess with the Beast.
The Beast was a skilled player, the best in all of Malombra.
But Corradino was just as good. He had spent endless hours playing alone during boring afternoons at the castle, wasting away the hours in the armory.
Corradino looked at the Beast with a gaze that radiated controlled, measured anger.
When he lost, that anger grew, as if he wanted to flip the chessboard. Only his self-control prevented him from snapping. When he won, however, his blue eyes lit up with a cold light that left the Beast unsettled.
In the evenings, Corradino locked himself in his room… He no longer wished the Beast goodnight, though the Beast still tucked him in, silently asking for forgiveness…
The Beast, before going to sleep, eavesdropped outside Corradino’s door. He heard the prince praying by the window for his parents and his kingdom… praying that there would be no more bloodshed. Praying that his father would choose to save him… That night, he even prayed for the Beast, that he might become the man Corradino believed he could be—the one he had glimpsed, the one he had hoped for.
The Beast stood outside the door, listening. Something inside him broke. Corradino had served him even knowing he could have killed him. He had taken care of him. He had shown compassion, believing the Beast could be something more than a bloodthirsty monster. No one had ever treated him like that. His knights respected him only out of fear and resentment toward Baldovino. Corradino had given him warmth. He couldn’t kill him.
Lost in thought, he realized a tear was rolling down his face.
He hadn’t cried since the monks of the monastery had rejected him at just 10 years old for his monstrous nature, leaving him alone in the world.
He went to the hall to observe the situation at Baldovino’s castle through his magical sphere.
Isolde was desperate… She didn’t care about the kingdom; she only wanted Corradino back at court. She was a desperate mother. Even the knights and other court members were distressed over the prince’s fate.
Baldovino had tearful eyes… but he was determined not to surrender. He addressed his knights:
"Tomorrow, we attack the Beast’s fortress… We’ll launch the most ruthless assault Volterra has ever waged against Malombra. Enough living in fear of the Beast. He’s gone too far. He shouldn’t have… he shouldn’t have touched my son. If I think of his pure soul in his claws… I’ll kill him with my own hands if I have to. And if we die, we die with honor, after spilling as much blood as possible and selling our lives dearly! For Volterra! For Corradino!!!!"
The knights echoed the cry.
The Beast was no longer sure of his plan. The blackmail had failed. He had ruined his bond with Corradino. To his surprise, he took no pleasure in the suffering he had inflicted on Baldovino and Isolde. He didn’t want to see his knights decimated and torn apart in battle. Things weren’t supposed to go this way.
Even the Beast’s knights were uneasy. They no longer wanted to die in battle for a handful of land. They didn’t even have the heart to actually harm Corradino—they had all grown fond of him.
The Beast didn’t know what to do. He threw open the door to Corradino’s room, interrupting his prayers.
"Enough! It’s been a failure. We need to talk!"
Corradino looked up, surprised…
"Have you finally realized you can’t win this chess match?" he asked sarcastically.
The Beast sat on his bed.
"Sit on my lap. I don’t want to hurt you. I thought I was capable of it, but I could never hurt you more than I already have. Let’s talk."
Corradino sat on the Beast’s powerful thighs.
The Beast spoke, his voice heavy with regret.
"I thought I could use you as a weapon. I never wanted to kill you—I thought your father would surrender immediately. I underestimated him. I’m sorry I tore you away from your family. You’re a twig, but I admire your strength of spirit and your intelligence. You know… I’ve been watching you for a while. You’re different from the others, and you’ve never pretended to be someone you’re not… that takes strenght. I respect that. You’ve always fascinated me. You’re an outsider, just like me. I wanna thank you for your service.
At first, I liked the way you played with me. I’d never been so aroused before… the way you flirted with my strength, without fear. You’re brave in your own way. You’re not weak. Many knights would have broken down in tears if I’d fucked them like I fucked you, their masculinity shattered, their sense of powerlessness overwhelming… But not you… you challenged me. You don’t care about being strong or muscular. You’re well aware of your worth and don’t need to prove it, unlike your father. But rightfully… you made me understand that I can’t just take your heart. I have to earn it. I’ve been a monster. I asked you to give up your family just because I’m resentful toward your father and thirsty for power. I’m sorry. I wanted your heart… because you’re the only person who’s ever seen something in me other than a calculating mass of muscle. I heard you praying for me in your nightly prayers. You stirred something deep inside me. I would have really liked to live with you by my side. Your service, the intellectual challenge with you, your mischief, your tenderness… it was beautiful while it lasted. But I ruined everything with my selfishness. I can’t bear to see your cold, empty gaze—it makes me feel smaller than any warrior ever has. Tomorrow, I’ll take you home. Your family has suffered enough."
Corradino looked at him tenderly:
"You’re deciding everything for me again, without even listening to my opinion… Master…"
It had been a while since Corradino had used that term—since the Beast had made him feel like a piece of meat to be sacrificed.
The Beast’s face lit up with a smile… and he asked: "What do you mean?"
Corradino replied: "Who says I don’t want to stay here? I wasn’t happy at home either, pretending to be the knight I’m not and never wanted to be. Knights amuse me in bed, but I’m not one of them. I’m more of a homeboy—books, cooking, walks. I could be happy here… if only I knew you truly loved me and wanted to protect me as if I were the most precious thing in the world. But I don’t want to say goodbye to my parents. I don’t want to be a prisoner. I want to be able to see them like a normal son.
For that to happen, Volterra and Malombra must be at peace. Only I can bring peace. My father saw me as the weak link, but I’m the connecting link between the two kingdoms. Can I speak to your knights? And can I have something to wear? I can’t exercise my royal function naked like my father made me!"
The Beast smiled… "What a shame… you’re so cute naked and vulnerable… but alright. I’ll grant your request. I want to trust you and make amends… but not before this…"
He picked Corradino up and gently laid him on the canopy bed.
He took off his tunic and embraced him… His muscles and fur enveloped Corradino… "You truly are the most precious person in my life… I want to protect you for real this time."
Corradino smiled… and said: "That’s good… but right now, I don’t want to be protected… I just want to feel your strength… Remind me what you’re capable of."
The Beast gently bit Corradino’s ear… "Alright, if you want pain, you’ll get it…"
His 13-inch cock entered Corradino effortlessly… The Beast’s paws tightened around Corradino’s neck, cutting off his breath… Between the Beast’s powerful thrusts and the hypoxia, Corradino was caught between ecstasy and agony… He abandoned all control, trusting the Beast, who grew drunk on the power Corradino had granted him… After an hour of relentless lovemaking, they came simultaneously—Corradino from the relentless stimulation, the Beast from the effect of Corradino’s now-swollen, protruding anal lips, which followed the movements of his cock like velvet gloves…
Corradino was filled with the Beast’s essence. He felt happy and loved. The Beast, too, felt at home. No war had ever made him feel like a king the way Corradino had.
"Come on, little prince… You have a speech to give to my knights… And you know what? No clothes! Let them see you’re mine! They’re used to seeing you naked anyway… and besides, you’re beautiful. You don’t have anything to be ashamed of! You’re a prince even naked, with my cum dripping from your hole… Royalty is inside you, not in your clothes."
Corradino blushed but didn’t object… In fact, his little cock nodded for him.
So the Beast took his hand and led him to the hall where the knights were gathered.
The Beast’s voice boomed… "Attention, knights!!! The little prince has something to say to you. Woe betide anyone who interrupts him. Treat him as if he were your sovereign—because he is… as my consort and lover, and my most precious servant."
The knights fell silent. They had never seen the Beast express affection for anyone, let alone romantic love.
They were disoriented to be taking orders from a slender, naked hairless twink clearly fresh from a session with the Beast, but they all cared for Corradino. Despite his physical vulnerability, his nobility of spirit and dignity still shone through.
"My brave knights… You’ve suffered too much and for too little. I don’t want any of you to die for a piece of my kingdom. I will speak with my father. I want to marry the Beast… I will be co-sovereign of Malombra and heir prince of Volterra. This is my decision. It’s not negotiable. I’ve spent my whole life having others make choices for me. Now, I choose. But don’t worry… Here at the castle, I’ll still cook for you and serve you in the ways the Beast allows. I’ll be a humble sovereign… I don’t need to inspire fear in you. My power will be based on the fact that you love me for who I am and trust me. You will be subjects of both Volterra and Malombra. The two kingdoms will no longer be separate. This is my will!!!"
The Beast was stunned. He hadn’t expected Corradino to announce their marriage in front of everyone, but he couldn’t have been happier.
"Kneel before the little prince. And send for the Chaplain! We’re getting married at once!"
Soon after, the Chaplain arrived, escorted by the knights. Corradino was still naked, with a few drops of the Beast’s cum visible on his inner thigh…
"I cannot celebrate this union! It’s a union between two male beings, one of them not even human, and the other clearly devoid of any shame… It’s against God’s will!" the Chaplain shouted.
The Beast pressed a claw to the Chaplain’s throat. "It may be against God’s will, but it’s my will… Unless you want to become food for my dogs, you’ll do as I say. This is the way to end the conflicts between the two kingdoms once and for all. Do your duty…"
The Chaplain, though reluctant, celebrated the union, happy that the hostilities between the two kingdoms were about to end.
The Beast kissed Corradino possessively while the knights cheered for the renewed peace…
The Beast gave the knights permission to get drunk and spend the night with their wives, so they would be safe at home when the knights of Volterra arrived at his fortress the next day…
With that, he dragged Corradino into his bedroom with vehemence.
He was about to fuck him again, pinning him against the wall, when Corradino asked: "Aren’t you going to ask me anything? Don’t you have any questions?"
The Beast looked at him, perplexed. "You never stop thinking, do you? Of course I have questions… Everything happened so fast… I’ve only known you for less than a month, and you’ve turned my life upside down, little one… My main question is… what happens if things don’t work out between us?"
Corradino smiled: "Well… I’m glad I didn’t marry a muscle-bound idiot with no brain. I want things to work between us… I love you, truly. And no knight has ever satisfied me the way you have… But we can’t predict the future. This marriage is also a diplomatic alliance. I’m a chess player, remember that. If we’re no longer happy together, we’ll still be husband and husband, and the two kingdoms will remain united. For succession, we’ll name an heir—bloodline doesn’t matter to me. We’ll choose based on merit… And if we separate, you can find yourself another young lad or lass, and I’ll find another knight… But know this—you’ll never find anyone like me…" He winked seductively at the Beast.
The Beast whispered in his ear: "You’ve thought of everything! But know this—you’ll never find a knight who dominates you like I do… You’ll never be able to do without waking up next to my 13 inches… So enjoy it, little one, because this is your new life!!!"
The Beast fucked Corradino as if it were the last thing he’d ever do in his life.
Corradino’s hole wouldn’t close anymore, but he didn’t care—he couldn’t even think coherently in his state of ecstasy… He just wanted to keep feeling full of the Beast. After two hours of nonstop sex, Corradino collapsed from exhaustion, shortly after the Beast had filled him up and Corradino had reached a simultaneous orgasm from the overwhelming physical and mental stimulation… Corradino fell asleep on the Beast’s chest… with his semi-hard cock still inside him… The Beast was aroused again, his hardening cock ready for another round… but he decided to wait, staying inside Corradino without fucking him again to let his beloved Prince get some sleep… Even with the Beast’s 13 inches inside him, Corradino slept like a happy child… The Beast smiled… He had never seen a creature so depraved yet so sweet… Corradino brought out the best in him, amplifying both his feral and human sides.
⚔️ Chapter 6: The Reckoning
The next morning, the knights of Volterra burst into the Beast’s castle, which they found unguarded and devoid of knights, to their immense surprise…
They kicked down the door to the Beast’s bedroom and found Corradino asleep, still impaled on the Beast’s erect cock…
"What’s going on? What have you done to our Prince?" asked the leading knight, Dario, in dismay.
The Beast gave Corradino a thrust with his cock to wake him up and spoke: "Oh, I didn’t do anything… he did it all…"
Corradino woke up, stretching gracefully… and turned to look at his beloved knights…
"Good morning, lads! I’ve missed you… How nice to see you, Dario! It’s been so long since we last… played together at court! Don’t worry. The Beast has fallen in love with me, and I with him. He’s changed. He’s not the Beast you thought you knew. His knights don’t want bloodshed, and neither do we. We got married last night. I want the two kingdoms united. You don’t need to conquer Malombra… it’s my home now, and it’s yours too."
The knights of Volterra were stunned.
The Beast turned to Corradino with an authoritative tone: "Listen, little one, you should be a better host!!! These brave knights were willing to sacrifice their lives for you. Why don’t you thank them properly… Get on your knees!!!"
Corradino obeyed, looking at Dario with mischievous and affectionate eyes.
The Beast broke the ice. "Come on, Dario, step forward… It’s nothing you haven’t done at court before. Demand a little gratitude from this prince."
Dario hesitated for a moment… then got into character, with a predatory smile…
Baldovino and Isolde were outside the castle, ready to intervene. An hour had passed, and the knights hadn’t returned. They began to fear the worst… when the knights of Volterra emerged from the gate, without their armor, only in their chainmail, with knowing, blissful smiles…
Behind them was the Beast, wearing only his nightshirt, with Corradino, naked and defenseless, on his shoulders… His knees were scraped, his lips swollen, and a few drops of knight’s cum framed his face, but he was smiling…
Baldovino and Isolde were in shock. Corradino looked at his father’s devastated face with a mix of amusement, defiance, and affection.
"Oh, Father, you’ve always known I played with the knights’ swords in ways you didn’t approve of… Don’t act so surprised," he said bluntly…
Dario and the knights laughed affectionately…
Corradino continued: "From now on, I make the decisions for myself. You’ve always undervalued my intelligence and kindness, as if only muscles mattered… How many valuable knights have died because of that? No more. The Beast was right to hate you. He was just a child, albeit a hairy, muscular one, and you treated him like the devil’s spawn. You created the Beast. He just wanted to feel at home. We’re married. The Beast has changed. We love each other. No more fighting over territories. The union of the kingdoms is done."
Baldovino and Isolde didn’t know what to say… The king was about to retort, but Dario cut him off…
"Sire, we stand with Corradino and the Beast. Corradino is loved and safe. Malombra and Volterra are reunited. We won’t spill a drop of blood, not even at your request. The people want peace."
Baldovino and Isolde were stunned.
The Beast gently set Corradino down and stood before Baldovino and Isolde, who were still intimidated by his presence.
"Listen, I know you hoped Corradino would find a beautiful princess, not a Beast like me. But I assure you, I love Corradino with all my heart… After all, you’ve always known he wasn’t like the other knights at court."
Isolde nodded, glaring reproachfully at Baldovino, who lowered his gaze.
The Beast continued: "But he’s as valiant as the knight you always wanted him to be. He’s a prince in the truest sense of the word. He’s never feared me. He dared to challenge me. He stood his ground… He saw the good in me but also made me face my mistakes. He never stopped loving you, even though you, Baldovino, spent a lifetime trying to make him into something he wasn’t… and even though you weren’t willing to cede your lands even to save his life. He has incredible strategic intelligence and… diplomatic skills. You should be grateful to have him as a son.
I hope you love him as much as I do."
Baldovino burst into tears… He had never felt so guilty.
He ran to embrace his son… "You’ve completely turned my world upside down… you little unrepentant slut!!! But you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever created… you’re my son."
A tear rolled down Corradino’s cheek. Finally, he had his father’s unconditional acceptance.
Isolde joined the embrace… and said: "I always knew. Your father never listened to me; he’s always been stubborn… but in the end, you’ve proven that diplomacy—in all its forms—and intelligence triumph over brute force. Thank you, my son, for making him understand. I’ve been trying to for a lifetime… and failing."
The Beast spoke… "And don’t worry about the succession. We could always elect a heir prince… And who knows? Your son is so unpredictable and resourceful, he might even manage to get pregnant!!! Never say never!!!"
Everyone laughed heartily.
The kingdoms were at peace…
Moral of the Story:
- Twinks rule the world
- Make love, not war
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