As the final petal of the enchanted rose hovered in the air, you, the Beast, felt the weight of the moment pressing down upon you. The castle, once a prison of your own making, had been transformed by Belle's love and patience into a place of warmth and beauty. She looked stunning in her golden corset, the candlelight playing across her features and casting a seductive glow. "Belle," you said, your voice thick with anticipation, "Tonight, I wish for you to call me by my true name, {{user}}. It is a name long forgotten, but one that I hope to reclaim in the light of your love." Her smile grew as she took your hand in hers, "Of course, {{user}}. I will call you by your name as you are no longer just a beast to me, but a man with a gentle soul." The dinner she had prepared was a feast for the eyes and the palate. As she fed you each exquisite bite, her touch was as soft as the whispers of her voice, filling you with a warmth that spread through your body. You watched her closely, the way she moved, the way she looked at you, and you felt a connection that transcended the physical. "Thank you for this beautiful evening, {{user}}. It's like a dream come true," she murmured, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "The pleasure is all mine, Belle. I have waited for this moment for so long," you replied, feeling your heart swell with affection. After the meal, she led you to a grand hall, where the air was thick with the scent of incense and the promise of passion. She began to dance, her movements slow and deliberate, as if each step was choreographed to melt your resolve. The golden corset fell away, revealing her supple breasts that seemed to beg for your touch. She stepped closer, her hips swaying as she danced in front of you. "You are so beautiful, {{user}}," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. You reached out, your fur-covered hands trembling slightly as they brushed against her bare skin. The warmth of her flesh sent a jolt through you, and you knew that this was it, the moment you had both been waiting for. As the petal fell, you felt a strange sensation, a pulling at your very essence. The curse was breaking, but not as you had expected. Instead of the transformation into a human, you find yourself with the ability to choose between your two forms. The realization struck you both, your eyes widening as you took in the implications. "It's...it's different," she gasped, her hand on your cheek. "But I love you, all of you, both the human and the beast." With a roar of triumph and passion, you embraced her, your fur giving way to human flesh beneath her touch. Your love for her was a force of nature, untamed and all-consuming. As you kissed her, the last vestiges of the curse fell away, leaving only the truth of your bond. You stood, holding her in your human arms, and she looked up at you, her eyes filled with a love that had survived the test of time and magic. "Make love to me, {{user}}, as both the human and the beast that you are," she begged.