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Gillian De Loup had existed down through the corridors of time. He belonged to neither of the two worlds he inhabited. The cures was an old one and the stuff of legends, but like most legends the story tellers got it wrong or preferred to slant it to their point of view and a happy ending. The truth was less romantic and much darker. The French tail of “Beauty and the Beast” found its’ bases in his fate. Yet there was no handsome prince at the end, just the “Beast”.
His was a double life, wolf by day separated from the pack as they slept, man by night in a world of sheep. He longed to run again with his own kind, but forever barred by the curse. The one constancy, the stalker, the hunter, the thrill of the chase, and the conquest of the kill remained. THE HUNT. Oh, yes Gillian De Loup still hunted by the moon, but not for bodily food, but for revenge, to feed his true nature, the hunter, and to strike at the race that had betrayed, and cursed him. His victim their innocent daughters. Not just those who thought they were innocent, but those that truly were. His thirst was to defile that which they most desired to protect.
Now the hunt was to begin again. He had put out feelers and the next victim was innocently on her way. Milina Callisto had supplied all the information he had asked for and volunteered so much more. She was so honest and open that this daughter of Eve reeked of innocence. He would leave her alone and isolated at the estate for three days, then it would begin. First how badly did she want to succeed. A cataloger of art was she, a little flattery, a little temptation, shall we say modeling, to be a part of art not merely and an observer. All she would see would be the distinguished gentleman, silver gray bushy hair, golden eyes, the renowned sculptor willing to broaden her career, and take her under his wing. He could hardly wait for it to begin.
Gillian De Loup estate Juron de Bois lay in the foothills of the Pyrenees Mountains of southern France along the broader with Spain. It was far from the tourist haunts of the region isolated, yet the mountain vistas and the wild untamed nature of the area was breath taking. The very nature and character of the area could make you believe in every ghost story, every ferry tail you had ever heard. It was one of those wild places in nature where time seemed to stand still, where it had little or no meaning at all. It was the only place in Western Europe where the rumors that wolfs roamed the lonely summits persisted, despite governmental denials. Most of the local people avoided the area as if it where cursed. Yet this strange mystical area was where the world-renowned sculptor Gillian De Loup chose to make his home and where he had his studio. The tabloids called him a genius but a recluse, he was as infamous for his erasable, demanding nature as he was for the perfection in his work .
Château Juron de Bois’s was not overly large and was an eclectic combination of an old Carolinian abbey and an Avant Guard, modern, Frank Lloyd Write studio that combined into a rather surprisingly pleasant symmetry. Perched of an out crop of rock to dominate the valley below. Line, form, and texture in stone and glass that seemed to come alive. It was almost as if Juron de Bois was alive a creature waiting and watching from the heights.
Gillian De Loup had existed down through the corridors of time. He belonged to neither of the two worlds he inhabited. The cures was an old one and the stuff of legends, but like most legends the story tellers got it wrong or preferred to slant it to their point of view and a happy ending. The truth was less romantic and much darker. The French tail of “Beauty and the Beast” found its’ bases in his fate. Yet there was no handsome prince at the end, just the “Beast”.
His was a double life, wolf by day separated from the pack as they slept, man by night in a world of sheep. He longed to run again with his own kind, but forever barred by the curse. The one constancy, the stalker, the hunter, the thrill of the chase, and the conquest of the kill remained. THE HUNT. Oh, yes Gillian De Loup still hunted by the moon, but not for bodily food, but for revenge, to feed his true nature, the hunter, and to strike at the race that had betrayed, and cursed him. His victim their innocent daughters. Not just those who thought they were innocent, but those that truly were. His thirst was to defile that which they most desired to protect.
Now the hunt was to begin again. He had put out feelers and the next victim was innocently on her way. Milina Callisto had supplied all the information he had asked for and volunteered so much more. She was so honest and open that this daughter of Eve reeked of innocence. He would leave her alone and isolated at the estate for three days, then it would begin. First how badly did she want to succeed. A cataloger of art was she, a little flattery, a little temptation, shall we say modeling, to be a part of art not merely and an observer. All she would see would be the distinguished gentleman, silver gray bushy hair, golden eyes, the renowned sculptor willing to broaden her career, and take her under his wing. He could hardly wait for it to begin.
Gillian De Loup estate Juron de Bois lay in the foothills of the Pyrenees Mountains of southern France along the broader with Spain. It was far from the tourist haunts of the region isolated, yet the mountain vistas and the wild untamed nature of the area was breath taking. The very nature and character of the area could make you believe in every ghost story, every ferry tail you had ever heard. It was one of those wild places in nature where time seemed to stand still, where it had little or no meaning at all. It was the only place in Western Europe where the rumors that wolfs roamed the lonely summits persisted, despite governmental denials. Most of the local people avoided the area as if it where cursed. Yet this strange mystical area was where the world-renowned sculptor Gillian De Loup chose to make his home and where he had his studio. The tabloids called him a genius but a recluse, he was as infamous for his erasable, demanding nature as he was for the perfection in his work .
Château Juron de Bois’s was not overly large and was an eclectic combination of an old Carolinian abbey and an Avant Guard, modern, Frank Lloyd Write studio that combined into a rather surprisingly pleasant symmetry. Perched of an out crop of rock to dominate the valley below. Line, form, and texture in stone and glass that seemed to come alive. It was almost as if Juron de Bois was alive a creature waiting and watching from the heights.
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Milina Callisto she loved her books and art some even said she was interested in only her books and art, as long as you spoke to her about such things you had her full and utterly attention but as soon as someone like her Father or such talked about a husband or children a life which was suited for such a young girl and such a pretty girl you had lost her attention. She was lost in her worlds of art and history or even stories of things the most people said were just fairytales or stories to scare children.
She spent most her time in Libarie's and such enjoying her travel threw out the world and to mystical places or even farther. She had a reddish brown copper almost curly hair soft eyes and freckles as if they were a map to her soul she wasn’t pretty big but that didn’t bother many people or herself other than she had to have something from way up high.
She never thought of them that way she knew in some which way they had to be true but how true some stories were she never could have dreamed of. Milina was hired often to look at art and judge its worth and books if it was something worth the money and time to take care of or if it was lost money and someone wanted to have more for it then it really was worth taking care of. She had also been asked to model a few times as some told her she had this look this glow on her that was something that only little people in the world had these days. She never saw herself for someone to be in front of the camera or paper even stone but more behind it watching admiring and loving its artist passion and talent.
She was pretty shy sometimes she didn’t know really how to be around people other then the topic was art or books stories or myths, so she mostly stayed to herself some said she was the true Beauty in beauty and the Beast the only difference was that her nose was stuck up so many books and paintings that she would never find her prince behind the beast. She didn’t care really she had all the prince she needed in so many tales or stories she wanted one day she could be in so many places and the next in others and each time at the end of the book she would be with a handsome prince a loving man. Well ok sometimes she did wish she really had someone on her side that loved art and books as much as she did or at least could handle her strong hold on them but as long as no one took those away from her she was still happy.
It was one day she had become an offer from someone she had not ever heard of but had become an offer she could not deny. So, she took the offer up and made her way to the address she had been given. She wondered what kind of a man he was and in which kind of time or passion his love for art goes. Was he someone who knew what he had or someone who just liked to let it look like he knew or had something special?
She arrived at his home she stood there looking over his home not believing how beautiful it was already from the outside and how much one could do with it to care and feel the place. She had her favorite book with her she always took one book with her no matter where she goes just in case, she needed something to take time off her hands. She grabbed it tight to her chest and made her way to the door which she took a deep breath looking at its beautiful wooden carving and such she had never seen she loved this place already and couldn’t imagine what it might look like from the inside.
She hesitated for a few mins before she got the courage to ring the bell. Milina had her favorite black leather boots that were slightly worn off but she still loved them and they comfy, also a very tight copper pants that shover each and every curve she had with a loose white blouse over it not tucked in neat or such with an old tie loosely hung around her neck and over the a long golden chain with a pendant on it something she had found in a very old box with books of stories from men like wolfs and such she had this feeling it was something special so she always carried it around with her.
*Ding Dong*
After she rang the bell her fingers played with her pendant as she waited for the door to be opened.
She spent most her time in Libarie's and such enjoying her travel threw out the world and to mystical places or even farther. She had a reddish brown copper almost curly hair soft eyes and freckles as if they were a map to her soul she wasn’t pretty big but that didn’t bother many people or herself other than she had to have something from way up high.
She never thought of them that way she knew in some which way they had to be true but how true some stories were she never could have dreamed of. Milina was hired often to look at art and judge its worth and books if it was something worth the money and time to take care of or if it was lost money and someone wanted to have more for it then it really was worth taking care of. She had also been asked to model a few times as some told her she had this look this glow on her that was something that only little people in the world had these days. She never saw herself for someone to be in front of the camera or paper even stone but more behind it watching admiring and loving its artist passion and talent.
She was pretty shy sometimes she didn’t know really how to be around people other then the topic was art or books stories or myths, so she mostly stayed to herself some said she was the true Beauty in beauty and the Beast the only difference was that her nose was stuck up so many books and paintings that she would never find her prince behind the beast. She didn’t care really she had all the prince she needed in so many tales or stories she wanted one day she could be in so many places and the next in others and each time at the end of the book she would be with a handsome prince a loving man. Well ok sometimes she did wish she really had someone on her side that loved art and books as much as she did or at least could handle her strong hold on them but as long as no one took those away from her she was still happy.
It was one day she had become an offer from someone she had not ever heard of but had become an offer she could not deny. So, she took the offer up and made her way to the address she had been given. She wondered what kind of a man he was and in which kind of time or passion his love for art goes. Was he someone who knew what he had or someone who just liked to let it look like he knew or had something special?
She arrived at his home she stood there looking over his home not believing how beautiful it was already from the outside and how much one could do with it to care and feel the place. She had her favorite book with her she always took one book with her no matter where she goes just in case, she needed something to take time off her hands. She grabbed it tight to her chest and made her way to the door which she took a deep breath looking at its beautiful wooden carving and such she had never seen she loved this place already and couldn’t imagine what it might look like from the inside.
She hesitated for a few mins before she got the courage to ring the bell. Milina had her favorite black leather boots that were slightly worn off but she still loved them and they comfy, also a very tight copper pants that shover each and every curve she had with a loose white blouse over it not tucked in neat or such with an old tie loosely hung around her neck and over the a long golden chain with a pendant on it something she had found in a very old box with books of stories from men like wolfs and such she had this feeling it was something special so she always carried it around with her.
*Ding Dong*
After she rang the bell her fingers played with her pendant as she waited for the door to be opened.
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Claude Batard, the only servant that Gillian De Loup employed, was one of those characters that was ageless, he could be sixty or a hundred and sixty. He had come to the station to meet one Mademoiselle Milina Callisto from America, the Master’s new assistant and protégé. As Claude watched the people descend from the train. Yet there was no one that met the young woman’s description. A brief conversation with Station Master determined there was no stranger that had arrived by train.
There was nothing left to do but return to the Chateau and wait for matters to resolve themselves. It was perhaps an hour after Claude had returned that he answered the door and was greeted by the vision of an extremely attractive young beauty. She wore a saucy little button-down blouse, not tucked in. Her very tight pants, and a tie very loose was draped around her slender neck with a golden pendent on a long gold chain. A pair of black leather boots sensually accentuated the curve of her calves
Mademoiselle Milina Callisto ?
He asked as he doffed his cap to her in the formality of a bygone era.
”I am Claude Batard, Monsieur De Loup had sent me to greet at you the station. I apologize for missing you at the train, can I help you with your Luggage.”
Despite his appearance the elderly man would not let Miss Milina Callisto help and he was surprisingly strong and spry for his age. The old man was polite but uninclined to be engaged in conversation, so the young redheaded beauty was left to take in the wild and rustic character of the area. As she stood on the chateau’s door steps. The massive oaken gates of the Château welcomed Milina. She was was greeted with the tenth century entrance of the old Abbé priory house. Batard showed her to a small but nicely appointed room on the second floor..
“Mademoiselle Callisto , Monsieur De Loup room is the first door to the right off the hall next to yours he has a tendency to work from dusk to dawn and likes his assistants to be close. If this makes you unease then I can if give you another room. Monsieur De Loup is away but will be return in three days’ time.”
Batard paused before continuing.
“Monsieur De Loup prefers that his assistants dress in a professional manner and the household eats at 9PM in the main dining room.”
The silence of Gillian De Loup isolated retreat was broken by the mournful howl of a solitary wolf despite the fact that it was just a little after 1PM.
There was nothing left to do but return to the Chateau and wait for matters to resolve themselves. It was perhaps an hour after Claude had returned that he answered the door and was greeted by the vision of an extremely attractive young beauty. She wore a saucy little button-down blouse, not tucked in. Her very tight pants, and a tie very loose was draped around her slender neck with a golden pendent on a long gold chain. A pair of black leather boots sensually accentuated the curve of her calves
Mademoiselle Milina Callisto ?
He asked as he doffed his cap to her in the formality of a bygone era.
”I am Claude Batard, Monsieur De Loup had sent me to greet at you the station. I apologize for missing you at the train, can I help you with your Luggage.”
Despite his appearance the elderly man would not let Miss Milina Callisto help and he was surprisingly strong and spry for his age. The old man was polite but uninclined to be engaged in conversation, so the young redheaded beauty was left to take in the wild and rustic character of the area. As she stood on the chateau’s door steps. The massive oaken gates of the Château welcomed Milina. She was was greeted with the tenth century entrance of the old Abbé priory house. Batard showed her to a small but nicely appointed room on the second floor..
“Mademoiselle Callisto , Monsieur De Loup room is the first door to the right off the hall next to yours he has a tendency to work from dusk to dawn and likes his assistants to be close. If this makes you unease then I can if give you another room. Monsieur De Loup is away but will be return in three days’ time.”
Batard paused before continuing.
“Monsieur De Loup prefers that his assistants dress in a professional manner and the household eats at 9PM in the main dining room.”
The silence of Gillian De Loup isolated retreat was broken by the mournful howl of a solitary wolf despite the fact that it was just a little after 1PM.
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Milina stood there looking at all the carvings and marks and just couldn’t believe how beautiful a peace of wood or such could be but when Batard opened the door and she had a peek inside she gasped it almost taking her breath as he then asked if she was Milina and she almost forgot how to use her voice as her eyes were already roaming what she already could see.
“umm Yes Sir I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be of any trouble and I prefer to travel to the places alone so I may take in all that is around me so I left for a earlier train this morning and was pretty much in the Valley and around enjoying nature its beauty and some quiet time to read and draw…..”
She noticed she was saying way to much and he probably had already stopped listening to her already any way so she just stopped and nodded that she was she and when he asked to take her luggage and before she could react he had already taken them in his hands and to her surprise carried them even better then she had. She followed him inside and she could not believe this place she knew she would have to roam this later maybe she would find a nice place later to sit and draw and even read for herself.
She did not listen what Batard was saying as she was lost in Monsieur De Loup’s home and how beautiful and old it looked. After some time she had noticed they were in her room she smiled it being just as beautiful as the rest of the place she sat on the edge of the bed as she heard Claude say something about changing rooms she shook her head and said with a smile feeling the sheets under.
“No noonononono its just fine very beautiful….”
She wondered why she should have come now if he were going to be three days gone but she thought it would give her more time to look around and look around outside as well. When Batard paused she then looked up at him as he then said that De Loup preferred his assistants dressed in a certain manor she rose a eyebrow thinking he is probably just as old fashioned as this place and not sure what she should think about it. He then also told her about dinner and she could already feel her stomach growl as she was so carried away in her books that she had forgotten to eat but she would wait for dinner and wondered what they were serving.
“Umm Mon..monsieur Batard...?! may I walk around and look at things while I wait for Dinner?! And where could I go to become a glass of water?!”
She wasn’t used to having someone walk around doing stuff for others, at home she had to do everything herself and for her parents and siblings, well if she thought about it she was the Batard in their Family though she wasn’t that good at it as she had always had her nose more in a book while doing her chores and stuff then really keeping her mind to things at matter.
“umm Yes Sir I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be of any trouble and I prefer to travel to the places alone so I may take in all that is around me so I left for a earlier train this morning and was pretty much in the Valley and around enjoying nature its beauty and some quiet time to read and draw…..”
She noticed she was saying way to much and he probably had already stopped listening to her already any way so she just stopped and nodded that she was she and when he asked to take her luggage and before she could react he had already taken them in his hands and to her surprise carried them even better then she had. She followed him inside and she could not believe this place she knew she would have to roam this later maybe she would find a nice place later to sit and draw and even read for herself.
She did not listen what Batard was saying as she was lost in Monsieur De Loup’s home and how beautiful and old it looked. After some time she had noticed they were in her room she smiled it being just as beautiful as the rest of the place she sat on the edge of the bed as she heard Claude say something about changing rooms she shook her head and said with a smile feeling the sheets under.
“No noonononono its just fine very beautiful….”
She wondered why she should have come now if he were going to be three days gone but she thought it would give her more time to look around and look around outside as well. When Batard paused she then looked up at him as he then said that De Loup preferred his assistants dressed in a certain manor she rose a eyebrow thinking he is probably just as old fashioned as this place and not sure what she should think about it. He then also told her about dinner and she could already feel her stomach growl as she was so carried away in her books that she had forgotten to eat but she would wait for dinner and wondered what they were serving.
“Umm Mon..monsieur Batard...?! may I walk around and look at things while I wait for Dinner?! And where could I go to become a glass of water?!”
She wasn’t used to having someone walk around doing stuff for others, at home she had to do everything herself and for her parents and siblings, well if she thought about it she was the Batard in their Family though she wasn’t that good at it as she had always had her nose more in a book while doing her chores and stuff then really keeping her mind to things at matter.
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“umm Yes Sir I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be of any trouble and I prefer to travel to the places alone so I may take in all that is around me so I left for an earlier train this morning and was pretty much in the Valley and around enjoying nature its beauty and some quiet time to read and draw…..”
Claude Batard thought what and innocent this young beauty was as she spoke of her desire not to put out anyone as if her own desires were less important than others and that she seemed to prefer to become lost in a world of her own drawing and reading.
Batard watched as the wide-eyed girl became lost in the beauty of Château Juron de Bois’s. Milina suddenly perked up and really took in her room. It was amazing not only was their a bed, but a window seat for her reading and a desk and chair. The room opened up to a private bath. When Batard offered to change the room if she desired the stunning little redhead smiled and sweetly said, “No noonononono its just fine very beautiful”
A puzzled look seemed to mar her angelic face as if something was not exactly right. The moment passed as she turned to face Batard and shyly asked in a soft sweet voice that spoke of her innocence. “Umm Mon..monsieur Batard...?! may I walk around and look at things while I wait for Dinner?! And where could I go to get a glass of water?”
“Mademoiselle Callisto please just call me Claude. One only uses the master’s last name as a sign of respect.” He paused only a moment. “This is your home for now Mademoiselle Callisto go where you wish.”
Claude then opened the door to Milina sumptuous bathroom. “For your water Mademoiselle Callisto.”
“As for the formality of Dinner Mademoiselle Monsieur De Loup requires only a button-down blouse, long sleeved of course, a modest skirt, and shoes a low pump.”
Though his voice was the practiced formality of a servant there was a teasing quality to it.
Milina was left to unpack, rest from her long journey, and relax before dinner. A Chinese gong sounded promptly at 8:45 PM, shortly followed by a very discreet knock on her door.
“Mademoiselle Dinner is served.”
Claude Batard showed to Milina the dining room it was magnificent and done in the style of the Carolinian period, the furnishings simple, elegant straight lines, functional yet beautiful as well. There where two places set at each end of the table one for the absent Master and one for . Milina the plate was of sliver, the goblets leaded crystal. When dinner was completed Claude showed Milina back to her room.
The next day Claude gave Milina a tour of the Juron de Bois’s Château and grounds. The Gardens retained the quality of the original Abbé, herbal garden. For most part they were laid out in a relaxed formality to please the eye and to make their tending easier. Milina first day was drawing to a close.
The second day Claude busied himself with his duties and Milina was left to wander the Château’s grounds and the surrounding countryside on her own. It was around noon when she heard the cry of the wolf again. It was a lonely heart wrenching call so full of sorrow it could move a body to tears. It was all the more lonely for there was no answering call of the pack, just that one lonely solitary anguished howl.
The third day sense her arrival dawn much as the second and she again it seemed she would be left to her own devices. It was around 1 o’clock when she saw the wolf for the first time. He was a magnificent beast there was power in every muscle of its body and its eyes, golden eyes, that seemed to look into a person’s very soul. She had come around a corner on a mountain track and there he was. But he was gone almost as quickly as he had appeared.
It was just before dusk when that howl again echoed through the high peaks of the mountains but this time it was different this time it brought fear, made the blood run cold, it was the cry of the hunter that had caught the scent of its prey.
Again, the table was set, and Claude had just seated Milina and was about to serve the first course when Gillian De Loup arrived . He was a tall man over fifty but otherwise ageless in appearance, his body was tall and lank, and he move with the grace of a hunter his golden eyes missing nothing. His hair silver gray. His dress was casual a tweed blazer simple white shirt and gray slacks.
Monsieur De Loup may I present Mademoiselle Milina Callisto.”
Claude Batard stopped in mid-sentence as Gillian De Loup arched his eyebrow.
“Mademoiselle Milina.”
“Enchanted Mademoiselle Callisto ”
Batard let out the breath he was holding.
Claude Batard thought what and innocent this young beauty was as she spoke of her desire not to put out anyone as if her own desires were less important than others and that she seemed to prefer to become lost in a world of her own drawing and reading.
Batard watched as the wide-eyed girl became lost in the beauty of Château Juron de Bois’s. Milina suddenly perked up and really took in her room. It was amazing not only was their a bed, but a window seat for her reading and a desk and chair. The room opened up to a private bath. When Batard offered to change the room if she desired the stunning little redhead smiled and sweetly said, “No noonononono its just fine very beautiful”
A puzzled look seemed to mar her angelic face as if something was not exactly right. The moment passed as she turned to face Batard and shyly asked in a soft sweet voice that spoke of her innocence. “Umm Mon..monsieur Batard...?! may I walk around and look at things while I wait for Dinner?! And where could I go to get a glass of water?”
“Mademoiselle Callisto please just call me Claude. One only uses the master’s last name as a sign of respect.” He paused only a moment. “This is your home for now Mademoiselle Callisto go where you wish.”
Claude then opened the door to Milina sumptuous bathroom. “For your water Mademoiselle Callisto.”
“As for the formality of Dinner Mademoiselle Monsieur De Loup requires only a button-down blouse, long sleeved of course, a modest skirt, and shoes a low pump.”
Though his voice was the practiced formality of a servant there was a teasing quality to it.
Milina was left to unpack, rest from her long journey, and relax before dinner. A Chinese gong sounded promptly at 8:45 PM, shortly followed by a very discreet knock on her door.
“Mademoiselle Dinner is served.”
Claude Batard showed to Milina the dining room it was magnificent and done in the style of the Carolinian period, the furnishings simple, elegant straight lines, functional yet beautiful as well. There where two places set at each end of the table one for the absent Master and one for . Milina the plate was of sliver, the goblets leaded crystal. When dinner was completed Claude showed Milina back to her room.
The next day Claude gave Milina a tour of the Juron de Bois’s Château and grounds. The Gardens retained the quality of the original Abbé, herbal garden. For most part they were laid out in a relaxed formality to please the eye and to make their tending easier. Milina first day was drawing to a close.
The second day Claude busied himself with his duties and Milina was left to wander the Château’s grounds and the surrounding countryside on her own. It was around noon when she heard the cry of the wolf again. It was a lonely heart wrenching call so full of sorrow it could move a body to tears. It was all the more lonely for there was no answering call of the pack, just that one lonely solitary anguished howl.
The third day sense her arrival dawn much as the second and she again it seemed she would be left to her own devices. It was around 1 o’clock when she saw the wolf for the first time. He was a magnificent beast there was power in every muscle of its body and its eyes, golden eyes, that seemed to look into a person’s very soul. She had come around a corner on a mountain track and there he was. But he was gone almost as quickly as he had appeared.
It was just before dusk when that howl again echoed through the high peaks of the mountains but this time it was different this time it brought fear, made the blood run cold, it was the cry of the hunter that had caught the scent of its prey.
Again, the table was set, and Claude had just seated Milina and was about to serve the first course when Gillian De Loup arrived . He was a tall man over fifty but otherwise ageless in appearance, his body was tall and lank, and he move with the grace of a hunter his golden eyes missing nothing. His hair silver gray. His dress was casual a tweed blazer simple white shirt and gray slacks.
Monsieur De Loup may I present Mademoiselle Milina Callisto.”
Claude Batard stopped in mid-sentence as Gillian De Loup arched his eyebrow.
“Mademoiselle Milina.”
“Enchanted Mademoiselle Callisto ”
Batard let out the breath he was holding.
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Milina loved her room if she wasn’t around walking looking at all there was to see and find int his place she sat in her room at the window reading and drawling she loved it she never wanted to leave again but knew someday she would have to. It was now the third day she woke up sitting at her window looking out to the trees and what else she could see there thinking about this lone wolf she kept hearing calling for something for someone to answer it sounded so alone and sad she couldn’t stop thinking about it she even drew some sketches of a wolf she thought it might look like and as soon as she has really woken up she would head out to one again sit in the garden at this one spot she heard him the most and the loudest at maybe she would see him.
Most people feared wolves but as they were dark animals driven from demons most would say and there eyes would pierce your soul so you couldn’t move so they could kill and feast upon you but what she knew from her books was that they weren’t such demon driven and those were myths the people told children so they would stay out of the forests and be safe, they where mystical animals something she would love to see out of her books wondering how big they truly are and if there eyes truly did look like they glow when they stare right at you or even threw you.
She gathered her pencils and books and even paper as she headed for the garden to wait for his call to see if today, he would also call out and maybe just maybe she would see him. Seeing he was not calling she headed into the mountain thinking maybe if she got closer to where he might be, she might see him or hear him once again. She came around a corner not really thinking of anything and looking at all the beauty around her as she then stopped there he was this beautiful strong mystical creature his eyes did glow a dark gold and she was frozen she couldn’t move his fur seemed to be so smooth but it probably wasn’t all that smooth before she could get her books out to draw him he was already gone again.
She sighed but then his howl came this time it was different then before she did start to fear she made a mistake coming out so far so she headed quickly back as it was getting late anyways she thought. Getting back to her room she quickly drew him as she closed her eyes seeing him in front of her once again.
It was diner time, so she got dressed once again in the clothing Batard told her to wear when dinning with the master of the house as he wishes when he finally arrives. She sat down as she needed her skirt some and took a sip of water that already was standing before her as she waited for the first course as she felt weird the last two days eating at this huge table sooo alone. She sat there playing with her pendant which she never takes off while she waited.
It was then she heard Batard freeze in what he was doing so she looked up from her pendant and saw him Monsieur De Loup she smiled softly and wasn’t sure if she should stand up as Batard was introducing her she felt so small and she couldn’t help but get lost in his eyes. Something about them made her not able to look away her eyes were locked to his they seemed so familiar but then again like something she never had seen before but she was not sure what.
She held her breath hearing Batard tense and stop talking she then heard his voice so strong but yet so sweet she could not help but smile and then hearing him she wanted to blush as she says softly.
“nice to finally meet you M…Monsieur De Loup…. “
Her breathing picked up just a bit as not sure what to do and she felt so weird so she stood up and walked over to him holding out her hand to shake hello not even looking at Batard she could feel his eyes on the back of her head probably thinking what a curious creature she might be and didn’t know probably much of this life style and showing it already.
Most people feared wolves but as they were dark animals driven from demons most would say and there eyes would pierce your soul so you couldn’t move so they could kill and feast upon you but what she knew from her books was that they weren’t such demon driven and those were myths the people told children so they would stay out of the forests and be safe, they where mystical animals something she would love to see out of her books wondering how big they truly are and if there eyes truly did look like they glow when they stare right at you or even threw you.
She gathered her pencils and books and even paper as she headed for the garden to wait for his call to see if today, he would also call out and maybe just maybe she would see him. Seeing he was not calling she headed into the mountain thinking maybe if she got closer to where he might be, she might see him or hear him once again. She came around a corner not really thinking of anything and looking at all the beauty around her as she then stopped there he was this beautiful strong mystical creature his eyes did glow a dark gold and she was frozen she couldn’t move his fur seemed to be so smooth but it probably wasn’t all that smooth before she could get her books out to draw him he was already gone again.
She sighed but then his howl came this time it was different then before she did start to fear she made a mistake coming out so far so she headed quickly back as it was getting late anyways she thought. Getting back to her room she quickly drew him as she closed her eyes seeing him in front of her once again.
It was diner time, so she got dressed once again in the clothing Batard told her to wear when dinning with the master of the house as he wishes when he finally arrives. She sat down as she needed her skirt some and took a sip of water that already was standing before her as she waited for the first course as she felt weird the last two days eating at this huge table sooo alone. She sat there playing with her pendant which she never takes off while she waited.
It was then she heard Batard freeze in what he was doing so she looked up from her pendant and saw him Monsieur De Loup she smiled softly and wasn’t sure if she should stand up as Batard was introducing her she felt so small and she couldn’t help but get lost in his eyes. Something about them made her not able to look away her eyes were locked to his they seemed so familiar but then again like something she never had seen before but she was not sure what.
She held her breath hearing Batard tense and stop talking she then heard his voice so strong but yet so sweet she could not help but smile and then hearing him she wanted to blush as she says softly.
“nice to finally meet you M…Monsieur De Loup…. “
Her breathing picked up just a bit as not sure what to do and she felt so weird so she stood up and walked over to him holding out her hand to shake hello not even looking at Batard she could feel his eyes on the back of her head probably thinking what a curious creature she might be and didn’t know probably much of this life style and showing it already.
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She rose and offered her hand to Mr. De Loup,
"It's a pleasure to meet you at last Mr. De Loup.”
Gillian De Loup took the young woman’s hand in both of his and his lips sensual brushed the back of Milina’s hand. “Thank you Mademoiselle Callisto.”
His grip was firm and again those golden eyes that seemed to be fathomless and seemed to look into her very soul. Slowly he released her hand, then a graceful gesture indicating that she should take her seat. His manners where decidedly old world, gracious, courteous, but lacking the stuffy formality one would expect from a celebrity and renowned artist of his stature.
Gillian De Loup openly evaluated his hew young assistant with the eye of an artist. His eyes seemed to take in every detail, Milina Callisto willowy figure, the flat athletic plane of her abdomen, the girl’s trim waist, the gentle swell of her small hips, and her delightfully firm young breasts. All and all her figure was perfectly balanced and classical in a most delightfully sensual way. Her shimmering tawny copper hair seemed to give Milina a wild free look , and her stunning eyes innocently gave her every emotion clearly visible in their clear innocent depths. Yes, her eyes where her most striking feature. Gillian De Loup saw the stunning young beauty squirm slightly in her chair and look to Claude for the support of a familiar face.
“Please excuse me Mademoiselle Callisto I fear I have a rather bad tendency to openly evaluate people. I fear living in semi isolation here at Juron de Bois……. my social graces are not what they should be.”
There was a teasing easy-going quality to his voice that could totally disarm a person.
The meal was served in several courses and unlike when she had dined alone where she drank water, each course came with its own wine. Claude Batard had inquired of Milina how she preferred her meat cooked, De Loup’s was blood rare and he had started with steak tar tar. The conversation was light and much to be expected. He asked her why she had wanted to catalog the Château’s collection of his work and library, what she thought of the Château,.
He smiled as she spoke and then as coffee and brandy was being served he smiled. Have you seen the library yet Milina and would you like to see my studio?”
"It's a pleasure to meet you at last Mr. De Loup.”
Gillian De Loup took the young woman’s hand in both of his and his lips sensual brushed the back of Milina’s hand. “Thank you Mademoiselle Callisto.”
His grip was firm and again those golden eyes that seemed to be fathomless and seemed to look into her very soul. Slowly he released her hand, then a graceful gesture indicating that she should take her seat. His manners where decidedly old world, gracious, courteous, but lacking the stuffy formality one would expect from a celebrity and renowned artist of his stature.
Gillian De Loup openly evaluated his hew young assistant with the eye of an artist. His eyes seemed to take in every detail, Milina Callisto willowy figure, the flat athletic plane of her abdomen, the girl’s trim waist, the gentle swell of her small hips, and her delightfully firm young breasts. All and all her figure was perfectly balanced and classical in a most delightfully sensual way. Her shimmering tawny copper hair seemed to give Milina a wild free look , and her stunning eyes innocently gave her every emotion clearly visible in their clear innocent depths. Yes, her eyes where her most striking feature. Gillian De Loup saw the stunning young beauty squirm slightly in her chair and look to Claude for the support of a familiar face.
“Please excuse me Mademoiselle Callisto I fear I have a rather bad tendency to openly evaluate people. I fear living in semi isolation here at Juron de Bois……. my social graces are not what they should be.”
There was a teasing easy-going quality to his voice that could totally disarm a person.
The meal was served in several courses and unlike when she had dined alone where she drank water, each course came with its own wine. Claude Batard had inquired of Milina how she preferred her meat cooked, De Loup’s was blood rare and he had started with steak tar tar. The conversation was light and much to be expected. He asked her why she had wanted to catalog the Château’s collection of his work and library, what she thought of the Château,.
He smiled as she spoke and then as coffee and brandy was being served he smiled. Have you seen the library yet Milina and would you like to see my studio?”
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Milina stood before him her eyes lost in his there was something about him, she just could not figure out something that seemed she had already met but still a strange to her eye. His lips touched her skin softly and she held her breath just a second as her heart seemed to skip a beat, she did not know why really but there was something about Monsieur De Loup.
He then moved his hand gently showing her she may sit back down now, she didn’t say anything she just nodded slightly and turned to walk back to her seat and on her way back she looked down at her hand where his lips had been running a thumb over the place they had rested those few seconds taking a deep breath she then sat back down and looked up over the table towards him she smiled softly brushing a few stray curls out of her face.
She squirmed slightly in her seat as she tried to fix her skirt for it not to rise to high and she still hadn’t gotten used to wearing this all she would rather be in her pants and blouse, her fingers go up to her pendant and fondle it softly as she smiled to De Loup as he told her to forgive him and his social grace she almost had to giggle as she thought that what he might have to little of she might have to much or maybe in a different way also too little of.
“No need to be sorry you have a very beautiful home Mr. De Loup I have enjoyed looking around.”
She looked confused a bit as dinner this time was different then the days before when she ate alone but she didn’t mind, though she did miss her water eat course came with a glass wine each different to the one before and each had a rich smooth taste to them like she had never tasted before as Batard asked her which way she would like her meat she wasn’t really sure what he meant as he then asked it again she then answered.
“please just normal I guess I don’t eat that much meat…!”
She blushed slightly as she felt in her place wrong but hoped she might learn fast as she was still getting used to not having to do everything herself. When he asked her why and what she thought of his Château she smiled and took a deep breath, as she tried to catch herself she had never drank this much before and noticed she had to be careful and if she could try not to drink that much again.
“Oh its so beautiful I have never seen something like it… so many things to be seen and I doubt Mr. De Loup I have seen all there is to see and that is only on the inside and then the outside dear god so peaceful and full of mystical things I still don’t understand how it comes you enjoy this all to yourself but then again it wouldn’t be so peaceful and special if there were too many around I suppose…. Oh dear I keep and keep on talking and I can’t help myself but here it is like in my books something if so special to the eye that the most don’t even know what its worth to the soul and all around….. Did you know Mr. De Loup you also have this beautiful Wolf nearby I saw him today just for a second, but I heard him before that a couple of times that is something….”
She took a deep breath as she found her self not able to stop talking so she took her glass to her lips to force herself to stop it was then he also had the chance to speak again as he asked her if she had seen his library or studio yet she shook her head leaning forward as if to get closer to him as she then said with a big smile.
“Oh dear no I haven’t had the chance at all I must say I didn’t want to roam to open around her without permission as it is not my home so to say but I would love to there would be nothing more I would like to see at the moment…. “
She licked her lips of the last drops of wine that rested on her lips before she sipped at the coffee, she left the brandy standing she already was feeling the wine in her head and didn’t want to push her luck to far and knew at this point she could still over play it but if she drank the brandy she might not be able to and she noticed somehow the alcohol loosened her tongue and it was even harder as usual to stop talking and especially when she is also nervous.
He then moved his hand gently showing her she may sit back down now, she didn’t say anything she just nodded slightly and turned to walk back to her seat and on her way back she looked down at her hand where his lips had been running a thumb over the place they had rested those few seconds taking a deep breath she then sat back down and looked up over the table towards him she smiled softly brushing a few stray curls out of her face.
She squirmed slightly in her seat as she tried to fix her skirt for it not to rise to high and she still hadn’t gotten used to wearing this all she would rather be in her pants and blouse, her fingers go up to her pendant and fondle it softly as she smiled to De Loup as he told her to forgive him and his social grace she almost had to giggle as she thought that what he might have to little of she might have to much or maybe in a different way also too little of.
“No need to be sorry you have a very beautiful home Mr. De Loup I have enjoyed looking around.”
She looked confused a bit as dinner this time was different then the days before when she ate alone but she didn’t mind, though she did miss her water eat course came with a glass wine each different to the one before and each had a rich smooth taste to them like she had never tasted before as Batard asked her which way she would like her meat she wasn’t really sure what he meant as he then asked it again she then answered.
“please just normal I guess I don’t eat that much meat…!”
She blushed slightly as she felt in her place wrong but hoped she might learn fast as she was still getting used to not having to do everything herself. When he asked her why and what she thought of his Château she smiled and took a deep breath, as she tried to catch herself she had never drank this much before and noticed she had to be careful and if she could try not to drink that much again.
“Oh its so beautiful I have never seen something like it… so many things to be seen and I doubt Mr. De Loup I have seen all there is to see and that is only on the inside and then the outside dear god so peaceful and full of mystical things I still don’t understand how it comes you enjoy this all to yourself but then again it wouldn’t be so peaceful and special if there were too many around I suppose…. Oh dear I keep and keep on talking and I can’t help myself but here it is like in my books something if so special to the eye that the most don’t even know what its worth to the soul and all around….. Did you know Mr. De Loup you also have this beautiful Wolf nearby I saw him today just for a second, but I heard him before that a couple of times that is something….”
She took a deep breath as she found her self not able to stop talking so she took her glass to her lips to force herself to stop it was then he also had the chance to speak again as he asked her if she had seen his library or studio yet she shook her head leaning forward as if to get closer to him as she then said with a big smile.
“Oh dear no I haven’t had the chance at all I must say I didn’t want to roam to open around her without permission as it is not my home so to say but I would love to there would be nothing more I would like to see at the moment…. “
She licked her lips of the last drops of wine that rested on her lips before she sipped at the coffee, she left the brandy standing she already was feeling the wine in her head and didn’t want to push her luck to far and knew at this point she could still over play it but if she drank the brandy she might not be able to and she noticed somehow the alcohol loosened her tongue and it was even harder as usual to stop talking and especially when she is also nervous.
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“Oh it’s so beautiful I have never seen something like it………” Gillian De Loup was only half listening to the ravishing young redhead preferring to study her gorgeous young body, yet his attention perked up when Milina said, “….. Did you know Mr. De Loup you also have this beautiful Wolf nearby I saw him today just for a second, but I heard him before that a couple of times that is something….” So, the wolf caught her attention and this little innocent thought he was beautiful. Gillian wondered if this stunning young beauty realized how dangerous wolves were.
Gillian watched as this gorgeous young creature took a deep breath, the way her breasts sensually rose and strained against her blouse as if straining to be free. The way she brought her wine glass to her lips, and the way the tip of her little pink tongue slid across the bow of her lips, damn but what a naïvely sensual creature young Miss Callisto was. When Gillian asked her if she had seen his library or studio yet, she shook her head no, as she leaned forward giving him a delight view of the girl’s cleavage.
“Oh, dear no I haven’t had the chance at all I must say……….” A shy little blush caressed Milina’s cheeks “………..I didn’t want to roam to open around here without permission as it is not my home…….” The young innocent’s cheeks went from crimson to scarlet, “………. so, to say but I would love nothing more than to see at the moment…. “ She licked her lips of the last drops of wine that rested on her lips before she sipped at the coffee. Gillian noticed that she had not touched her brandy, “Your Brandy Mademoiselle Callisto” He raised his eyebrow as he questioned her. It was obvious that the little redhead was not use to drinking but having her tipsy would fit in nicely with his plans for her this evening.
“Mademoiselle Milina, you don’t mind me calling you Milina Mademoiselle Callisto, do you? The Brandy was made here from the Chateâu’s own grapes.” Gillian did not tell Milina to drink but left the impression that if she did not that it somehow would be an insult.
After coffee and brandy Gillian de Loup led the trusting young beauty to the library. It was the largest private library that Milina had ever seen in her young life. Some of the books in the library were hundred of years old and the artwork was an eclectic collection of Old-World Masters and Avant Gard impressionism. “As you can see Mademoiselle Milina I truly need the collection cataloged. He let the young redheaded beauty marvel at his collection for over an hour, letting all that she had drunk slowly take effect.
“Would you like to see my studio now Milina?” It was the first time that he had called her simply by her first name. De Loup held out his hand to the young beauty.
De Loup’s studio was brightly lit, in the center was a couch on a little stage. To one side his work bench with a mound of clay on it. “Milina would you model for me tonight?
Gillian watched as this gorgeous young creature took a deep breath, the way her breasts sensually rose and strained against her blouse as if straining to be free. The way she brought her wine glass to her lips, and the way the tip of her little pink tongue slid across the bow of her lips, damn but what a naïvely sensual creature young Miss Callisto was. When Gillian asked her if she had seen his library or studio yet, she shook her head no, as she leaned forward giving him a delight view of the girl’s cleavage.
“Oh, dear no I haven’t had the chance at all I must say……….” A shy little blush caressed Milina’s cheeks “………..I didn’t want to roam to open around here without permission as it is not my home…….” The young innocent’s cheeks went from crimson to scarlet, “………. so, to say but I would love nothing more than to see at the moment…. “ She licked her lips of the last drops of wine that rested on her lips before she sipped at the coffee. Gillian noticed that she had not touched her brandy, “Your Brandy Mademoiselle Callisto” He raised his eyebrow as he questioned her. It was obvious that the little redhead was not use to drinking but having her tipsy would fit in nicely with his plans for her this evening.
“Mademoiselle Milina, you don’t mind me calling you Milina Mademoiselle Callisto, do you? The Brandy was made here from the Chateâu’s own grapes.” Gillian did not tell Milina to drink but left the impression that if she did not that it somehow would be an insult.
After coffee and brandy Gillian de Loup led the trusting young beauty to the library. It was the largest private library that Milina had ever seen in her young life. Some of the books in the library were hundred of years old and the artwork was an eclectic collection of Old-World Masters and Avant Gard impressionism. “As you can see Mademoiselle Milina I truly need the collection cataloged. He let the young redheaded beauty marvel at his collection for over an hour, letting all that she had drunk slowly take effect.
“Would you like to see my studio now Milina?” It was the first time that he had called her simply by her first name. De Loup held out his hand to the young beauty.
De Loup’s studio was brightly lit, in the center was a couch on a little stage. To one side his work bench with a mound of clay on it. “Milina would you model for me tonight?
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Milina smiled as he asked if she minded the way he called her she shook her head, she tried to over play the brandy but as he then kept telling her where and how it was made, she felt bad not drinking it as she had this feeling he would feel insulted if she didn’t at least try it. So she lifted the glass to her lips and took a sip just to try its rich smooth taste rolled over her tongue and down her throat it was very good she had never tasted such a brandy and she liked it.
She had not noticed it, but she had drunk the whole brandy that was in her glass, she was not feeling it just now but would soon enough she feared. After they had their Brandy and coffee empty, he went to show her the Library, she could not believe this place could get any prettier than it already was, but it could she thought.
She could not believe how big it was and what she without really trying to hard already could see she just could not believe it and things she had only heard about in other books and stuff. She looked around careful not to touch anything with her bare hands she should not be touching without her smooth white glove to protect it. From all the staring and gasping walking around enjoying what she finds she took off her shoes loving the feeling of the cold floor under her feet she did not think about what Mr. De Loup might think of it, but she was slowly starting to feel what the Brandy was doing to her though she tried not to let it be seen on her.
After a while he had let her roam around looking for the first time he then asked her if she wanted to see his studio she nodded but still not able to take her eyes off this collection as she pulled a stray of her curls from her face tucking it behind her ear as she then bend over picking up her shoes following him like that hoping he didn’t mind. She hadn’t noticed that he had just said only her first name but she didn’t mind she took his hand with her free hand and followed him as she tried to take a few deep breaths without him noticing it as her tried to keep her head cleared but the wine and brandy was making it hard on her but she didn’t want to look like a little girl that hadn’t ever drank anything in her life before.
Standing there in his studio she walked around some looking at what he had there what he worked as she hears him then ask her if she would model for him, she giggled some and ran her fingers threw her hair some and turned to face him as she then looked at him she asked with a smile as if wondering why her.
“Me…? Mr. De Loup you want me to Model for you…? But I am not as pretty as any of your art here…!”
She said shyly as she even turned ever so slightly red on her cheeks as she walked up to the couch that stood there running one finger slightly over the smooth surface of it as she stood behind the couch her hands on it leaning slightly forward as she held herself not to sway to much as she looked at him wondering why her.
She had not noticed it, but she had drunk the whole brandy that was in her glass, she was not feeling it just now but would soon enough she feared. After they had their Brandy and coffee empty, he went to show her the Library, she could not believe this place could get any prettier than it already was, but it could she thought.
She could not believe how big it was and what she without really trying to hard already could see she just could not believe it and things she had only heard about in other books and stuff. She looked around careful not to touch anything with her bare hands she should not be touching without her smooth white glove to protect it. From all the staring and gasping walking around enjoying what she finds she took off her shoes loving the feeling of the cold floor under her feet she did not think about what Mr. De Loup might think of it, but she was slowly starting to feel what the Brandy was doing to her though she tried not to let it be seen on her.
After a while he had let her roam around looking for the first time he then asked her if she wanted to see his studio she nodded but still not able to take her eyes off this collection as she pulled a stray of her curls from her face tucking it behind her ear as she then bend over picking up her shoes following him like that hoping he didn’t mind. She hadn’t noticed that he had just said only her first name but she didn’t mind she took his hand with her free hand and followed him as she tried to take a few deep breaths without him noticing it as her tried to keep her head cleared but the wine and brandy was making it hard on her but she didn’t want to look like a little girl that hadn’t ever drank anything in her life before.
Standing there in his studio she walked around some looking at what he had there what he worked as she hears him then ask her if she would model for him, she giggled some and ran her fingers threw her hair some and turned to face him as she then looked at him she asked with a smile as if wondering why her.
“Me…? Mr. De Loup you want me to Model for you…? But I am not as pretty as any of your art here…!”
She said shyly as she even turned ever so slightly red on her cheeks as she walked up to the couch that stood there running one finger slightly over the smooth surface of it as she stood behind the couch her hands on it leaning slightly forward as she held herself not to sway to much as she looked at him wondering why her.
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Gillian De Loup smiled to himself as the young redhead marvel at the extend and variety of his literary and art collection. He was pleased the way that the wine and brandy were obviously taking effect. He watched Milina slip off her shoes and the way she ran her fingers through her hair, such a sensual young beauty she was. He took Milina’s delicate hand in his and led her to his studio. Her soft eyes took in the sculptures in the studio. All his work had a sexual sensuality to them. The young girls in his work where all partially dressed or were nude. Their poses quite seductive.
“Me…? Mr. De Loup you want me to Model for you…? But I am not as pretty as any of your art here…!”
“Yes, you Milina!” he smiled into the tipsy young beauty’s eyes. “Please Mademoiselle Callisto recline on the couch.”
Milina Callisto’s seduction began in earnest now. He loved the way that this young beauty slowly reclined her eyes half closed her moist ripe lips “O”ed so sweetly.
His hands began to shape and mold the clay as he would shape and molded this young beauty to his will. “Damn” Gillian muttered. He slow approached the reclining young redhead, slowly and sensually he slid her gown off Milina’s shoulder. Then slipped the gown down to her waist. Milina was bared to the waist, only her bra was left for modesty’s sake.
“Mademoiselle Callisto remove your bra my dear.” Echoed in the mind of the tipsy young beauty.
“Me…? Mr. De Loup you want me to Model for you…? But I am not as pretty as any of your art here…!”
“Yes, you Milina!” he smiled into the tipsy young beauty’s eyes. “Please Mademoiselle Callisto recline on the couch.”
Milina Callisto’s seduction began in earnest now. He loved the way that this young beauty slowly reclined her eyes half closed her moist ripe lips “O”ed so sweetly.
His hands began to shape and mold the clay as he would shape and molded this young beauty to his will. “Damn” Gillian muttered. He slow approached the reclining young redhead, slowly and sensually he slid her gown off Milina’s shoulder. Then slipped the gown down to her waist. Milina was bared to the waist, only her bra was left for modesty’s sake.
“Mademoiselle Callisto remove your bra my dear.” Echoed in the mind of the tipsy young beauty.
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Milina was feeling very tipsy from all the walking after the wine and brandy and the excitement of all the art and books she was starting to feel it more then ever. He told her to recline on the couch and she would not have if not feeling so tipsy, but she thought it couldn’t hurt to sit for a bit.
She walked around to the other side of the couch to do what she was told she didn’t really know why other then she needed to sit at the moment but something in his voice she couldn’t explain it. She put her legs up on the couch and leaned slightly back against the arm trying to halfway look something like some of the girls her had in his paintings already.
She watched him walk back to his table where the clay was and his eyes bored right threw her she felt this heat grow inside of each time his golden eyes looked up from the clay to her eyes or even body she didn’t know what it was but she didn’t want to move any more she wanted to be his model and she still couldn’t put a finger on where she had seen these eyes before. He had then muttered something as he then stood up coming over to her slowly, she held her breath some her eyes locked to his not able to look away.
It was then she felt his fingers slide her gown down over her shoulders and then letting it rest around her waist she her breathing picked up a bit more as the cool air around her bare skin making her body also tingle so close to him. It was then she heard his voice echo in her mind telling her to take off her bra, she nibbled her lower lip as she blushed a lovely reddish crimson her eyes still locked to his as she asked shyly.
“Why Mr. De Loup…. Why do you need me to take off my bra…? “
She thought her heart was going to skip a beat as he was so close and she already showing so much bare skin she had to shiver once as she swore she could feel his breath caress over her skin which her whole body reacted to which made her nipples also slightly already react. She tried not to let him see how nervous she was as she shifted slightly on the couch to look up easier to him as she was getting lost in his eyes and the brandy was not helping at all as everything also felt so Fuzzy.
She walked around to the other side of the couch to do what she was told she didn’t really know why other then she needed to sit at the moment but something in his voice she couldn’t explain it. She put her legs up on the couch and leaned slightly back against the arm trying to halfway look something like some of the girls her had in his paintings already.
She watched him walk back to his table where the clay was and his eyes bored right threw her she felt this heat grow inside of each time his golden eyes looked up from the clay to her eyes or even body she didn’t know what it was but she didn’t want to move any more she wanted to be his model and she still couldn’t put a finger on where she had seen these eyes before. He had then muttered something as he then stood up coming over to her slowly, she held her breath some her eyes locked to his not able to look away.
It was then she felt his fingers slide her gown down over her shoulders and then letting it rest around her waist she her breathing picked up a bit more as the cool air around her bare skin making her body also tingle so close to him. It was then she heard his voice echo in her mind telling her to take off her bra, she nibbled her lower lip as she blushed a lovely reddish crimson her eyes still locked to his as she asked shyly.
“Why Mr. De Loup…. Why do you need me to take off my bra…? “
She thought her heart was going to skip a beat as he was so close and she already showing so much bare skin she had to shiver once as she swore she could feel his breath caress over her skin which her whole body reacted to which made her nipples also slightly already react. She tried not to let him see how nervous she was as she shifted slightly on the couch to look up easier to him as she was getting lost in his eyes and the brandy was not helping at all as everything also felt so Fuzzy.
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Such a shy little beauty as she gasped “Why Mr. De Loup…. Why do you need me to take off my bra…? “ The gorgeous young Mademoiselle Milina Callisto had not baulked when he had slipped her gown down to her waist.
“Why Miss Callisto………your bra ruins the sensual line of your supple young body…………remove your bra my dear.” His voice was dark and seductive. After all he was a renowned sculpture. Gillian could see that she was confused, as she hesitated. “Well Miss Callisto?”
De Loup eyes soften, and he took the young redhead’s hand and pulled her to him. He knew the young beauty could feel the heat of his body pressed to hers. “Come see……” He led Milina over to where he was working and there emerging from the clay she saw a beautiful sensual young woman. “That is how I see you Miss Callisto. Now remove your bra so I may continue…………..and your gown as well my dear.”
“Why Miss Callisto………your bra ruins the sensual line of your supple young body…………remove your bra my dear.” His voice was dark and seductive. After all he was a renowned sculpture. Gillian could see that she was confused, as she hesitated. “Well Miss Callisto?”
De Loup eyes soften, and he took the young redhead’s hand and pulled her to him. He knew the young beauty could feel the heat of his body pressed to hers. “Come see……” He led Milina over to where he was working and there emerging from the clay she saw a beautiful sensual young woman. “That is how I see you Miss Callisto. Now remove your bra so I may continue…………..and your gown as well my dear.”
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Milina hat to fight the urge to nibble her lip as she was confused as if she should really do as he asked of her to but he was a renowned sculpture and he only did want to do art and nothing else or was he not. Suddenly he took her hand and pulled her to follow she stood now in front of him looking at what he had already done of her she had never thought she had ben so pretty she had to lean forward and hold on to the table as she felt a little tipsy suddenly.
She then heard his voice again it felt almost like a whisper as he then told her to take it off and her gown so he might finish her eyes couldn’t leave what he had already done of her as she reached behind her to undo the bra as she shivers slightly very nervous as she then stands up standing straight as she undoes her gown so it puddles around her ankles and she now is standing in front of him her back turned to him and only in her panties and her wild fire like red hair covering her shoulders. As she asks shyly.
“Like this Mr. De Loup?!”
She then heard his voice again it felt almost like a whisper as he then told her to take it off and her gown so he might finish her eyes couldn’t leave what he had already done of her as she reached behind her to undo the bra as she shivers slightly very nervous as she then stands up standing straight as she undoes her gown so it puddles around her ankles and she now is standing in front of him her back turned to him and only in her panties and her wild fire like red hair covering her shoulders. As she asks shyly.
“Like this Mr. De Loup?!”
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The sweet young girl seemed mesmerized by the image of herself that was emerging from the clay. Her head and her arms formed her slender young body trapped with in the clay. Her soft eyes sought Gillian De Loups dark brooding eyes. Hie words echoing in her confused young mind. “That is how I see you Miss Callisto. Now remove your bra so I may continue…………..and your gown as well my dear.” words like fingers of mist curled around Milina’s sense as her soft eyes were once more drawn to the emerging figure in the clay.
Gillian watched as the young beauty slowly reached behind her and let her brae flutter to the floor. Next her hands eased the gown down over the swell of her hips to pool around her trim little ankles. Gillian De Loup guided the young redheaded beauty back to the couch, as she slowly reclined she asked in a little girl whisper, “Like this Mr. De Loup?!”
Gillian saw the far away look in this stunning young beauty’s eyes, her eagerness to please him. He came and knelt before the couch and the young redheaded beauty. “Not quite my dear.” His hands slowly slipped the shoe from her foot and then sensually his fingers caressed their way up her shapely leg then slowly rolled down her stocking. He smiled up into Malina’s eyes as he removed her other shoe and sensually rolled down her stocking and pulled it free. “Better my dear Miss Callisto.”
He stood and made subtitle adjustment to her pose, then shook his head as if something were still wrong. “Ah” a smile bowed the master’s lips. “Miss Callisto remove your panties.” His voice left no doubts of what his wishes were.
Gillian De Loup held his breath waiting to see if this naive, innocent young beauty would bend to his will and do as she was told.
Gillian watched as the young beauty slowly reached behind her and let her brae flutter to the floor. Next her hands eased the gown down over the swell of her hips to pool around her trim little ankles. Gillian De Loup guided the young redheaded beauty back to the couch, as she slowly reclined she asked in a little girl whisper, “Like this Mr. De Loup?!”
Gillian saw the far away look in this stunning young beauty’s eyes, her eagerness to please him. He came and knelt before the couch and the young redheaded beauty. “Not quite my dear.” His hands slowly slipped the shoe from her foot and then sensually his fingers caressed their way up her shapely leg then slowly rolled down her stocking. He smiled up into Malina’s eyes as he removed her other shoe and sensually rolled down her stocking and pulled it free. “Better my dear Miss Callisto.”
He stood and made subtitle adjustment to her pose, then shook his head as if something were still wrong. “Ah” a smile bowed the master’s lips. “Miss Callisto remove your panties.” His voice left no doubts of what his wishes were.
Gillian De Loup held his breath waiting to see if this naive, innocent young beauty would bend to his will and do as she was told.
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As she laid there and he knelt before her taking off her stockings without really touching her in any wrong way she couldn’t help but watch him her breath was quick as she grew hotter as well she felt as her cheeks grew so warm they had to be a bright red as her body shivered ever so slightly not really because it was cold or such but something excited her about this and made her even more nervous then before as she hears his voice telling her to remove the panties as well.
She then bite her lower lip as she then nodded and hesitating at first she took a deep breath as she raised her hips and hooked two fingers on each side of her waist band pulling them down till her knees raising her legs then bending her knees to slip her panties off, she hadn’t really noticed but she gave Gillian De Loup for a few seconds a nice view of her smooth shaved pussy.
She then laid back trying to lay in the position he had put her in as she shivered slightly she then looked at him as if to see if everything was good now as she wasn’t really sure where to put her hands as she looked at him and asked.
“Now everything good and where with my hands?!”
She then bite her lower lip as she then nodded and hesitating at first she took a deep breath as she raised her hips and hooked two fingers on each side of her waist band pulling them down till her knees raising her legs then bending her knees to slip her panties off, she hadn’t really noticed but she gave Gillian De Loup for a few seconds a nice view of her smooth shaved pussy.
She then laid back trying to lay in the position he had put her in as she shivered slightly she then looked at him as if to see if everything was good now as she wasn’t really sure where to put her hands as she looked at him and asked.
“Now everything good and where with my hands?!”
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Gillian De Loup held his breath waiting to see if this naive, innocent young beauty would bend to his will and do as she was told. The seconds dragged by until the gorgeous little redhead’s took a deep breath as she raised her hips and hooked her thumbs into the waist band of her panties and sensually pulled them down to her knees. As she raised her shapely legs, bending her knees to slip her panties off. Gillian De Loup wondered if this young beauty had any idea how sensually beautiful she truly was.
He smiled at the little shivers that passed through Milina’s gorgeous supple young body as she slowly reclined to assume the pose he had placed her in. Gillian smiled to himself as he detected the first musky sweet scent of the young innocent arousal. Oh, she was young, there was no doubt about that, and her next words proved how naive she was, “Now everything good and where with my hands?!”
So, this little innocent darling wanted to know what she should do with her dainty hands. “ Place your right hand on your left breast Miss Callisto and let your fingers slowly roll your nipple between you fore fingers.” Gillian paused a smile bowing his lips. “Let your left hand cup your naked little pussy…………”. De Loup wanted to see just how far this young innocent would go.
He smiled at the little shivers that passed through Milina’s gorgeous supple young body as she slowly reclined to assume the pose he had placed her in. Gillian smiled to himself as he detected the first musky sweet scent of the young innocent arousal. Oh, she was young, there was no doubt about that, and her next words proved how naive she was, “Now everything good and where with my hands?!”
So, this little innocent darling wanted to know what she should do with her dainty hands. “ Place your right hand on your left breast Miss Callisto and let your fingers slowly roll your nipple between you fore fingers.” Gillian paused a smile bowing his lips. “Let your left hand cup your naked little pussy…………”. De Loup wanted to see just how far this young innocent would go.
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She had cold fingertips as she was so nervous but also excited, she had always seen behind the artist art but never had she ever been in front and now even in front and so naked. She couldn’t believe this but if he might say something about how easy it was to get her naked she would push it on the brandy she had from him though she knew it didn’t lay only on the alcohol something about him she couldn’t put a finger on let her feel this was right though her whole body seemed to tremble ever so slightly as she laid so close to him so naked.
He then told her with her right hand she should put it on her breast so she did without thought though as he then told her to roll her nipple between her finger and thumb she wondered what that had to do with his art and her left hand to cover her sweet innocent folds but the way he said it made her blush slightly even more then she already was blushing.
“Why …umm Mr. De Loup why do you need me to roll my n…umm “
She couldn’t speak the word something kept her from saying it as the way he said it echoed in her mind her thighs shifted ever so slightly as her thighs rubbed against each other as she was trembling she was also getting excited though she didn’t want him to know that as she didn’t want him to think of her in such a manor as she was there to work with him and nothing else or at least she tried to talk herself in this.
He then told her with her right hand she should put it on her breast so she did without thought though as he then told her to roll her nipple between her finger and thumb she wondered what that had to do with his art and her left hand to cover her sweet innocent folds but the way he said it made her blush slightly even more then she already was blushing.
“Why …umm Mr. De Loup why do you need me to roll my n…umm “
She couldn’t speak the word something kept her from saying it as the way he said it echoed in her mind her thighs shifted ever so slightly as her thighs rubbed against each other as she was trembling she was also getting excited though she didn’t want him to know that as she didn’t want him to think of her in such a manor as she was there to work with him and nothing else or at least she tried to talk herself in this.
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Gillian De Loup loved how this innocent little lamb shivered with her growing arousal. He savored the sweet musky scent of that arousal that now filled his nostrils, and the way the little redhead blushed so sweetly as she cupped her own breast, and the sensual way her other hand sensually slid down over the flat plain of her abdomen to cup her naked little pussy.
“Why …umm Mr. De Loup why do you need me to roll my n…umm “ Gillian saw the young girl’s emotions flash in her deep clear eyes. He saw Milina’s hesitation, her smoldering desirer, and her desire to please him. “ Why Miss Callisto?” His voice caressed the young redhead, was that hope that sprung into her soft eyes? “You are sweet innocence Miss Callisto, in the first throes of temptation, of your own delicate handsel ……..”Gillian paused, holding his young model soft eyes captive in his gaze. “……. Roll your nipple between your fore fingers Miss Callisto, and let your fingers explore the soft sensual folds of your sweet young Pussy. Remember Miss Callisto you are sweet innocence falling to the temptation of your own fingers.”
Gillian voice was so deep, so rich, and so mesmerizing. Gillian let his words, his will, curl around Milina’s will. Gillian De Loup waited to see if this stunning young beauty would do as she was commanded.
“Why …umm Mr. De Loup why do you need me to roll my n…umm “ Gillian saw the young girl’s emotions flash in her deep clear eyes. He saw Milina’s hesitation, her smoldering desirer, and her desire to please him. “ Why Miss Callisto?” His voice caressed the young redhead, was that hope that sprung into her soft eyes? “You are sweet innocence Miss Callisto, in the first throes of temptation, of your own delicate handsel ……..”Gillian paused, holding his young model soft eyes captive in his gaze. “……. Roll your nipple between your fore fingers Miss Callisto, and let your fingers explore the soft sensual folds of your sweet young Pussy. Remember Miss Callisto you are sweet innocence falling to the temptation of your own fingers.”
Gillian voice was so deep, so rich, and so mesmerizing. Gillian let his words, his will, curl around Milina’s will. Gillian De Loup waited to see if this stunning young beauty would do as she was commanded.
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Milina was like in a hypnotic she bite her lower lip ever so softly as she then started to roll her nipple between her finger tips slowly and hesitating at first not really with much pressure and then slowly more as her breathing quickened slightly but her hand that covered her pussy didn’t move not yet.
“B.. but…”
She didn’t know what she wanted to say maybe that she was innocent and had never really don’t something like this and never before someone else, her fingers slightly moved giving slightest pressure on her clit as she gasped ever so slightly her arousal growing and the heat in her cheeks growing and her blush getting redder as her thighs started to rub against each other as the heat grew not only in her cheeks but also between her legs.
She arched slightly her back as her fingers moved more over her nipple as she closed her eyes the alcohol made this feel some much different then before she thought it had to be the alcohol or was it him did he make it feel different.
“B.. but…”
She didn’t know what she wanted to say maybe that she was innocent and had never really don’t something like this and never before someone else, her fingers slightly moved giving slightest pressure on her clit as she gasped ever so slightly her arousal growing and the heat in her cheeks growing and her blush getting redder as her thighs started to rub against each other as the heat grew not only in her cheeks but also between her legs.
She arched slightly her back as her fingers moved more over her nipple as she closed her eyes the alcohol made this feel some much different then before she thought it had to be the alcohol or was it him did he make it feel different.
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“B.. but…” The young redheaded beauty began to protest yet did not finish what ever she had wanted to say. Jean Batard said nothing but let the Milina’s delicate fingers toy with her taunt little rosebud nipple. He watched the little redhead’s nipple grow under her tender ministration. Jean smiled as Milina’s finger shyly slipped into her caste young pussy.
The first little gasp that bubbled from the young innocent’s lips pleased Batard. That pleasure only deepened as the little redhead’s gorgeous young body arched to her own touch and a sensual moan passed her ripe “O”ed lips. Milina’s fingers now rolled, pinched and tugged at her , now rock-hard nipples, and her fingers explored her sweet chaste pussy.
‘Yes, Miss Callisto hold that pose and let your fingers please your supple young body.” Jean’s hands worked the clay and the figure of the young beauty he sculpted mirrored the young innocent beauty on the chaise.
“Miss Callisto think of your lover and how he touches you, and how you feel at his touch.” He watched the young beauty, was that a maidenly blush that colored her cheeks the most seductive shade of pink.
“You have taken a lover by now Miss Callisto.” Something in Jean’s voice told the girl that he questioned whether she had actually taken a lover. Jaen waited for Milina to respond to his outrageous suggestion.
The first little gasp that bubbled from the young innocent’s lips pleased Batard. That pleasure only deepened as the little redhead’s gorgeous young body arched to her own touch and a sensual moan passed her ripe “O”ed lips. Milina’s fingers now rolled, pinched and tugged at her , now rock-hard nipples, and her fingers explored her sweet chaste pussy.
‘Yes, Miss Callisto hold that pose and let your fingers please your supple young body.” Jean’s hands worked the clay and the figure of the young beauty he sculpted mirrored the young innocent beauty on the chaise.
“Miss Callisto think of your lover and how he touches you, and how you feel at his touch.” He watched the young beauty, was that a maidenly blush that colored her cheeks the most seductive shade of pink.
“You have taken a lover by now Miss Callisto.” Something in Jean’s voice told the girl that he questioned whether she had actually taken a lover. Jaen waited for Milina to respond to his outrageous suggestion.
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She couldn't believe this feeling that started to grow deep inside her, her muscles even started to shiver slightly as this hunger grew as well as heat, her body didnt want her to stop.
Her back arched slightly as Milina closed her eyes as a small moan escaped her lips she blushed when she then heard him tell her to think of her lover doing this and all. She had no lover and had never had one before.
He must have noticed her blush or maybe her face changed at the word lover or her body reaction she didnt know how but he asked if she really had a lover. She couldn't help herself as she felt with her fingers that she grew wetter she shook her head shyly
"No.....Mr. De Loup...I...I cant say I have"
She opened her eyes and looked at him as she bite her lip her thighs roving against each other as if trying to trap her fingers between her legs and her other hand held her breast and her nipple between her finger and thumb as she waited for his reaction.
She wondered what he thought of her now did he think of her to be a naive child or now only a girl and not this beautiful woman he spoke of before. Her breathing got faster as she got nervous to what he might say or do.
Her back arched slightly as Milina closed her eyes as a small moan escaped her lips she blushed when she then heard him tell her to think of her lover doing this and all. She had no lover and had never had one before.
He must have noticed her blush or maybe her face changed at the word lover or her body reaction she didnt know how but he asked if she really had a lover. She couldn't help herself as she felt with her fingers that she grew wetter she shook her head shyly
"No.....Mr. De Loup...I...I cant say I have"
She opened her eyes and looked at him as she bite her lip her thighs roving against each other as if trying to trap her fingers between her legs and her other hand held her breast and her nipple between her finger and thumb as she waited for his reaction.
She wondered what he thought of her now did he think of her to be a naive child or now only a girl and not this beautiful woman he spoke of before. Her breathing got faster as she got nervous to what he might say or do.
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De Loup smiled at Milina’s innocent admission, "No.....Mr. De Loup...I...I can’t say I have." The girl’s innocent confession was punctuated by the crimson blush that kissed her cheeks. Milina lifted her soft eyes to him, her growing arousal filled his nostrils, as her firm thighs chafed against each other in her growing need to cum. Yet as Gillian gazed into her stunning eyes he could see that this young innocent had no idea what her gorgeous young body wanted.
Milina’s hand was trapped as she fingers pleased her. Her fingers still teased and excited her breast and nipple. “Miss Callisto if you want to feel more of the feelings you are experiencing then roll your little clit between your fingers and roughly pinch, pull, and tug at your nipple.” De Loups voice was deep, smooth and sensually silky. It seemed to mesmerize the young innocent. He waited to see if Miss Milina Callisto would yield to what her traitorous young body was feeling and to the subtle temptation he whispered to her.
Milina’s hand was trapped as she fingers pleased her. Her fingers still teased and excited her breast and nipple. “Miss Callisto if you want to feel more of the feelings you are experiencing then roll your little clit between your fingers and roughly pinch, pull, and tug at your nipple.” De Loups voice was deep, smooth and sensually silky. It seemed to mesmerize the young innocent. He waited to see if Miss Milina Callisto would yield to what her traitorous young body was feeling and to the subtle temptation he whispered to her.
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Milina gasped and blushed even more though she didn’t that was possible, as she listened to him and she did want to feel more but she didn’t understand why, she normally should be so shocked or shy that she couldn’t move one bit but she just couldn’t stop moving her fingers, a soft moan escaped her lips.
Her eyes opened looking at him once as if pleading for something she herself didn’t know just what yet, as her fingers then did as he told her she gasped arching her back at the sudden pleasure and even slightest pain but it didn’t hurt really it was like the more pain she caused her nipples the more pleasure she felt she didn’t understand it at all she was getting confused as she was getting so hot and she noticed how wet she was getting, she bit her lip as she eyes were locked to his.
“M…Mr. D... De Loup….”
She did not know why she said his name or what she was going to ask or say afterwards as she moaned softly.
Her eyes opened looking at him once as if pleading for something she herself didn’t know just what yet, as her fingers then did as he told her she gasped arching her back at the sudden pleasure and even slightest pain but it didn’t hurt really it was like the more pain she caused her nipples the more pleasure she felt she didn’t understand it at all she was getting confused as she was getting so hot and she noticed how wet she was getting, she bit her lip as she eyes were locked to his.
“M…Mr. D... De Loup….”
She did not know why she said his name or what she was going to ask or say afterwards as she moaned softly.
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