I'm princess Sophie of France born in Versailles the 27 july of the year 1734. Sixth of the king familly. Everyone has always thought that i was reserved and shy ... but the truth is never the one that we think, maybe i can tell the truth about it another time. This is not the topic of my correspondance today.
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The Beast of Gevaudan is an animal behind a series of attacks against humans occurred between 30 June 1764 and 19 June 1767. These attacks, often fatal, between 88-124 identified according to sources, took place mainly in the north of the former country of Gevaudan.
From 1764 to 1767, two animals (one identified as a large wolf, the other as a canine resembling the wolf) were slaughtered. The big wolf was shot by François Antoine holder musket king of France, in September 1765 on the field of the royal abbey of Chazes. From this date, the newspapers and the court lost interest of Gevaudan, although other deaths attributed to the Beast were deplored later. The second animal was killed by Jean Chastel, native son lives in La Besseyre-Saint-Mary, 19 June 1767. According to tradition, the animal was killed by Chastel well as the Beast of Gevaudan, after that date, no more death was attributed to it.
Of course the official version makes no mention of my visit in order of my father King Louis XV during the winter in the year 1767. All had failed, the Denneval, Antoine's and other prayers. The honor of the King was at stake if he had decided to do away with the beast so it should be done.
The weather was not conducive to starting. It was already snowing on the capital when I set foot in the country carriage. This was of course only temporary and for the parade. Once away from the last Parisian faubours i put the saddle on my mare Anna.
Along the way, through a village without a barrier or even a wall, you enter a new world. Miserable roads of Catalonia where i recently made a trip, you get a beautiful floor made with the strength and generosity that distinguish the highways of France, instead of beds torrents, you have well-built bridges and a wilderness, desert and poor, we are transported to the field of culture and progress.
After several months, we arrived in the evening to Mende. I was welcome by François Antoine. It was arquebus holder of King Louis XV, lieutenant and inspector hunts in the forest of the Harbour of Saint-Germain-en-Laye. It was also great wolf-knight of the realm and of the Order of Saint Louis. He came with his third son, Robert-François Antoine de Beauterne said Quentin, born June 26, 1748, holders of the musket and dolphin watchdog guarding the king. He had acquired the name of land Beauterne regardless of any family heirloom. He came from Agen and I must say he was very attractive. However, he was very yound and that was disconcert me a few moments.
We set out in the separate next day.Jean-Baptiste Marino, Earl of Moncan, Marshal of the King's armies and military governor of Languedoc preapred groups for the beat and distribute teams of hunters. As daughter of the king and having no order to receive I decided to go along with the sergeant and two guards.
On the second day when we leave the camp at dawn we hear the sound of the horn. The animal was killed, it was time for us to return to the city. We take a different way back. We settled down near of some ruins of what appeared to be a beautiful home. Tired by this journey I fell asleep as soon.
Cries woke me. I seized my sword but as soon was projected without knowing by what at several meters. In front of me lay the already eviscerated two guards. The sergeant was facing an unamed monster. I was trembling but i dealt a blow to the beast, it scratch my legs and swept me like a twig. There were only me and her. I felt his foul breath against me, she would undoubtedly finish my exitence when suddenly I saw a crossbow bolts pierce her abdomen. I fainted under the weight of the body collapsed on me.
Dawn was breaking when i opened my eyes. I still had pain in my legs but some things was kneaded me. I see Quentin. This is probably the animal fear, I had approach the death so near. The desire to live was so strong and this provoked me to caress her cheek when I recover. He did the same.
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We was tired. He took off my clothes soft and come on me to rest. I have already my chainmail for the fight.
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He remove his boxer and put me on the back. I stroke his lovely check. He was so strong.
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The heat come in me, on me, inside me, slowly. I put him on his back and i put my little pussy on his mouth. He was so young i don't know if he can satisfy me.
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But i already understand when he began to visit my little enter. I realise that the beast had torn me my clothes but i have my head somewhere else. I become crazy ...
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I make him stand up and i taste his manhood. The taste was strong. He felt the male, strength and fear.
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He pulled me on him and began to fondle my pussy.
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Finaly i impaled on his strong cock. It was so hard so good after all this days of fear. Our tongues mingled.
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The old stones still remember his jerk.
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While i takke control of him i seemed to hear the noise, I slowed the pace of my sex on his own.
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But it was nothing and i take him depper into me.
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He lay down beside me. I ask him to come but he whispered to me that as a princess he couldn't honor him me normally. I was intrigued. I thought about these practices that the church condemning but I refused to believe him capable of ... when suddenly I felt his cock pressing my ass.
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I began to cry. Things that i can't do that, it's not possible. but on every word i said he plunged into me deeper.
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At this moment i cry like never. I think i cry like the beast of Guevaudan at this time. It was so hard, so painful that tears were beginning to flow.
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But more he came more i like it. It was so strange and pleasurable.
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I squirt and he come over me. We was crying together like animals.
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I was so tired at this time i sleep quickly? When i wake up i was alone. I think he gone. He was affraid and ashamed by all of this.
I took my dress and came back to Mende and to Paris to report to my father that the beast was realy dead at this time.
Note : This story is purely fictitious and only borrowed the names of historical figures.
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