Plumette and Lumiѐre:

After the royal wedding finished, Belle was whisked away by their master to a world tour. It was weird to think that this village girl was turned into a princess in two weeks. As Lumiѐre was finishing up with the odd jobs around the Castle, he had to smile. She finally got her wish, he thought. Just like the rest of us.

The servants hurried around, dying to get their duties done. It had been a long week. There was non stop work to prepare for the wedding, and in that time he didn't get to spend any of it with Plumette. She promised him when the day finished she had something special planned for him. He had waited ten years for her, to dance with her without being afraid to singe her feathers.

Lumiѐre stumbled down the stairs. He was still getting used to his human form. To be able to walk and not hop everywhere, it was pure bliss.

He finally reached the servant quarters. He sprinted to her room when no one was looking, looked both ways before entering.

The room was covered in candles, and the bed with petals. There were all sorts of flowers, all but rose petals. They were more cautious when it came to roses. The rose became sacred. Lying on the bed facing him was Plumette. Her breasts were covered with a silk amber shawl. Her black hair was tucked behind her ear. From her waist down was covered in the white duvet.

He smiled when he saw her beautiful creamy curve of her waist. He forgot what they looked like.

"My God, Mon Cher!"he breathed. He slowly walked towards her, "You are so beautiful".

Plumette smiled shyly, "I 'oped you like it. The princess helped with the setting."

"I must remember to thank her." He brushed his lips gently across her neck. She moaned as she pulled Lumiѐre's waistcoat off. Her pulse quickened. In a matter of seconds he was naked. He climbed next to her, his chest pressing her back. He continued to kiss her neck and down her shoulders. He removed her shawl. She shivered at his gentle touch. He moved his hand down her waist to her thigh.

Plumette grasped his hand, and brought it up to her lips. She sucked his index finger. Lumiѐre groaned. She moved the hand under the sheet, and placed it down on her clit. He began to make a rubbing motion. She let out a soft sigh of satisfaction as she thrusted her pelvis against his hand. Her hands were busy with exploring her own body. Being a featherduster does not allow such things.

He kept his rhythm, just as she always liked, as he started to groan. He always enjoyed when she came. As his fingers stroked lower and lower, they became wetter and wetter. He felt her spasming. Her breath quickened as she reached the peak of her pleasure. She let out a scream and collapsed against his chest. His penis hardened, touching her soft buttocks. He moved out under her until she was on her back, he rolled on top of her. He hesitated.

"What is it," She gently asked, a bit worried that he had seconded thoughts.

"Have you…um… have you got protection?"

"Oh don't worry! I have taken a contraceptive tonic." She said relieved. She stared at him, her black eyes burning with intensity. He kissed her as he slipped himself into her

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They lay side by side, completely exhausted. They had been in bed for hours. They talked for most of the time about stigmas to be an immortal object.

"I could not touch you properly. It killed me. When the girl arrived, my non-existent heart filled with hope. We actually had a second chance to become ourselves again."

"I know," Plumette said stroking his hair. She was silent. "I will love you no matter what form."

"I will love you when we turn grey." He replied.

The two lovers looked at each other, and together said, "Let's get married!" They laughed and again together said "I accept".

There is still some more on the way. I used Plumette for the ex featherduster's name. I know there are many names for her, but I like this best.

I do not own Beauty and the Beast and it is purely from my imagination. I would love for you to comment. Thanks xxx