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sleep before she could open her eyes to see where the beast was going.
     
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    When Isabella awoke, her room was flooded with daylight. She didn’t move, but instead roamed her eyes around what she could see. The window, a tapestry, and it looked somehow different, as if it had been cleaned in the night. Perhaps it was just the sunlight.
    She turned over, looking around the room. Everything looked different. Everything looked shinier, cleaner, as if it had been restored to new condition. And when she completed her turn, she saw there lying in the bed next to her a… a man!
    She scrambled out of the bed, clutching the blanket to her, covering her body. “Who are you?” she demanded of the man, and as she stepped back, pulling the sheets off him, she saw that he was naked.
    And still fast asleep.
    “Hey!” she shouted, and the man’s head jerked, and his eyes opened. He groaned before lifting himself up off the bed. Isabella saw the man’s body, sculpted and muscular, and as he turned toward her, eyes narrowed at the sunlight flooding in from behind her, she saw that he was a handsome man.
    “What?” he asked.
    “I said, who are you?”
    “Who am I?” the man asked, puzzled. He glanced down at his hand and his eyes widened, and he let out a wild laugh that lasted for minutes. He kept on looking at his body, at different parts of it, marveling at his arms and legs.
    “Thank you,” he whispered intensely, looking at her.
    “I-I don’t understand.”
    She followed his gaze to her belly, and she put a hand to it. It all clicked. He was the beast!
    “It worked?” she murmured.
    “It worked.”
    “I’m… I’m going to have a baby?”
    “Our baby, yes.”
    “Will be he like—”
    “No, and how do you know it is a he?”
    “I don’t… I don’t believe this.” Isabella rubbed her belly absently as she stared at the handsome, muscled, and completely naked man in front of her.
    He grinned at her, and she saw his manhood, long and thick and hardening.
    She felt an itch, an ache, a yearning; something familiar.
     
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