The Hunt

[cgraven]

A dark tale for AngelRavenWing and cgraven

Gillian De Loup had existed down through the corridors of time. He belongs to neither of the two worlds he inhabited. The cures was and 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.

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, longing 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 kill. THE HUNT

Oh yes Gillian still hunted by the moon, but not for bodily food, but to feed his true nature, the hunter, and to strike at the race that had cursed him. His victim their innocent daughters. Not just those who thought they where innocent, but those that truly where. His thirst was to defile that which they most desired to protect.

He had put out fellers and the next victim was innocently on her way. She had supplied all the information he had asked for, and volunteered so much more. She was so honest and open that she reeked of innocents. He would leave her alone and isolated at the estate for three days, then it would begin. First, the choice, how badly did she want to succeed? A photographer was she, well a little, shall we say, modeling, to see what it was like on the other side of the camera lens.

All she would see would be the distinguished gentleman, silver gray bushy hair, golden eyes, the renowned photographer willing to teach her, and take her on as an assist tent.

He could hardly wait for it to begin.

 

[AngelRavenWing]

Peri could not believe her luck. She thought for a moment that surely she would be struck down by lightening, because this, this stoke of sheer, almost blinding luck, could only happen once in a lifetime, right?

Let's go back to the beginning. Well, not the very beginning, that is a bit much. But perhaps to when Peri was a growing girl. It was the age of 10 when Peri discovered photography. Her grandfather had shown her how to work a camera, had told her stories of capturing small glimpses of life thru the eye of that camera. Peri, the apple of her grandfather's eye, was hooked. And as she grew, she came to realize that photography was what she wanted to do in life.

She spent any and all money she got on cameras and films, color and black & white, she loved both aspects. She took pictures of family, friends, pets, flowers, weather, moving objects and stationary. As she turned 19, she knew that schooling would not teach her what she wanted, needed to know. She had to learn from a Master Photographer.

And there was no more Master a Photographer than Gillian De Loup. His images were world wide, and well known. The Eye of the Wolf was one of her favorite, as was the Ethereal Moon. His Photos encompassed the passionate, the stunningly beautiful, the vicious, the lethal, and the horrifically brutal. Anyone who dreamed of being a Photographer knew Mr. DeLoup. Many covetted to meet Him, to speak to Him even if only for a few moments.

Reclusive is what Gillian DeLoup was. Peri could only imagine how many requests to work beneath Him that He got. But she decided to throw her name in with the others. The big difference was, He answered hers.

It was a several months later. She had given Him all that He asked for. And He asked for alot. She had never actually spoken to Him. All correspondence thus far had been in written form. He had asked her to tell Him about herself, family, growing up, schooling.

My full name is Peri Ami Green. I am 19 years old, born in the City.

She told Him about being raised by her Grandfather, that her parents were deceased, she had no brothers or sisters.

She had no real friends to speak of. Peri's interest was never in people, only her photography.

He had asked for a sample of her photos, she had sent Him several, careful to pick the most unusual, the most eclectic. She wanted Him to see her potential.

When the letter came, stating that He had accepted her application and would take her on as a student, Peri could not believe what she was reading. The one sad part was, she had no one really to celebrate with, other than her very elderly Grandfather. Even he knew who Gillian DeLoup was. There was a sparkle in his eye when he said to her "make me proud"

Now Peri stood before the large double door of the estate. Mr. DeLoup had told her, via His instructions, that she would be living there for the time she was His student, and that He would provide a suite of private rooms for her use. She had hesitated for a moment, but any second thoughts were quickly brushed aside by the thought of working with such a great Master Photographer.

Reaching up, she rang the bell, a low, deep tone sounding deep within the Estate.

(A picture of Peri)

 

[cgraven]

To say Gillian De Loup as a recluse was an understatement. His estate lay in the foothill of the Pyrenees Mountains in Southern France in the Roussean district. It was a wild area where time seemed to have stood still. There had been no one to meet Peri at the station, it had been left to her to find her own way to the estate.

The grizzled old caretaker answered the door.

“If Your Peri Ami Green come in Miss, but of course you are, Mr. De Loup left your picture. Fellow me and I’ll show you your room. Measurer is not here right now, out of town, said he’d be back in two days and sends his apologies. Name’s Ben.”

The old retainer seemed to babble on, his right eyes a clouded blue, lifeless, the scare running from his eyebrow to his cheek showed at one time he must have been a fighter. Ben showed Peri around and told her she had the run of the estate except for the East wing where Mr. De Loup Private rooms where. The grounds where expansive. There where formal gardens, wild country gardens that faded into the surrounding country side as well as some more modern amenities such as the pool, tennis court, and stables. There was only one horse in a paddock stall, a coal black stallion with a wild look it its eye.

“That is “Satan” Mr. De Loup’s mount no one can get near him unless Gill is around. Do you ride mademoiselle Green?”


As Ben turned to lead Peri back to the main house a hug dog, no more Wolfe than dog, stood before her with piercing golden eyes, that seemed to transfix Peri. He placed his muzzle firmly into her crotch and nuzzled her.

“Ah I see you have met Gill. He is harmless but a bit over friendly."


When the young beauty tried to back away from the hug beast there was a low threatening growl and he pressed his muzzle harder to her. It was then that Ben stepped in and pulled the great beast back.

“My apologies mademoiselle he is normally not so aggressive.”

The great beast golden eyes seemed to hold Peri’s soft green eyes, studying her before he trotted off.

Peri Ami Green had arrived and her mentor, her instructor was not at home, but away on some business of his own. For three days the young beauty was left to her own devices with only Ben for human companionship and that was limited to his setting her meals before her. It did allow Peri to explore the grounds. Then as the sun was setting on the third day there was a long lonely howl of a wolf, a cry that tore at the soul. Then as the sun slipped below the horizon came the answering call of the pack.

That night when Peri came to the table for dinner there was a note at her place.

“Mademoiselle Green I’ll be back this evening please be in the studio at 8PM sharp. Wear a white button blouse and a dark skirt as they well help me determine your color tones.”

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Gillian De Loup was a tall lean powerful man, but his steady golden eyes that made people nervous.

The hours seemed to drag all day as he anticipated their first meeting. Eight was just sounding on the grandfather clock when there was a firm but delicate knock on the studio door.

“Enter”

 

[AngelRavenWing]

Ben, reminded her a little of her grandfather. Elderly and comforting, at least to Peri. She didn't realize to this very moment how much she would miss seeing her Grandfather, but he knew how important this was to her.

She followed the spry Ben as he first showed her to her suite of rooms, very well appointed. There was a study, with a gorgeous desk, a comfortable sofa and chair, music that floated within room so soft and melodic, a fireplace, and small table and 2 chairs for meals. Along the walls were built in shelves, lined with a myriad of books. The bedroom was just off the back of the study, with a large, soft, and quite comfortable looking 4-poster bed. Along with that was a wardrobe for her clothing, and a chair near the window, perfect for sitting and reading. Lastly there was the bathing chamber, with colorful soft towels, and a gorgeous, crimson red robe hanging on the back of the door.

From there, she was shown the gardens and the stable. The Stallion, Satan is what Ben called him, was magnificent. She met the animal's eye, her deep emerald eyes soft, filled with love and compassion. She had a deep love of all animals, and the Stallion was enthralling to her.

"no one can get near him unless Gill is around. Do you ride mademoiselle Green?”

She paused, tearing her eyes from the horse. "Yes, yes I do. I love riding, and he is simply stunning" she almost whispered, her eyes finding the horse once again. That is until the Wolf appeared.

Peri stepped back. The Wolf was huge, dark, and certainly the most beautiful, striking animal she had ever seen, next to the Stallion.

The Canine stepped forward, meeting her gaze, before thrusting His muzzle between her legs. She was wearing a pair of simple black slacks, and a soft gray sweater. "Hey, wait" she blurted out as the Wolf/Dog pushed His nose against her most intimate of places.

“Ah I see you have met Gill. He is harmless but a bit over friendly."

"Gill?" she stammered.

Peri reached down with the intention of gently pushing the Wolf/Dog away, but instead was met with that intense stare once more, and a low, almost menacing growl, lips curling back to reveal a set of wicked looking fangs.

“My apologies mademoiselle he is normally not so aggressive.”

Ben pulled the Wolf/Dog away.

"It's Ok Ben. I think He is just cautious is all, that and , well, male" She would not deny that her heart was thudding in her chest. She loved dogs, again, all animals, but that growl had unnerved her a bit, and she was more than a bit relieved with the Wolf/Dog trotted away. "I'm sure once He gets to know me, all will be fine" she said "I do love animals."

She spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking, and just getting used to the fact that she were there. There was no kitchen to her suite of rooms, and Ben had explained that dinner was always served in the main dining room, and she was expected to attend. That was ok by her, she was starved. Having been so nervous about this whole thing, Peri had not eaten much in the last few days.

For 3 days, she was allowed to make herself comfortable. Peri explored the grounds, took a few photos, concentrating on Satan the horse. She longed to stroke the animal, and moreso, ride him. But she dared not approach him, not yet. She watched for the Wolf/Dog, but only got a fleeting glimpse of Him at the top of a hill just behind the stables. It almost appeared as if He were watching her.

The eve of the 3rd day, Peri made her way to the dining area for dinner. She had talked Ben into letting her just eat at the small breakfast counter for the majority of the means, in the kitchen where he ate, and found that the older man was quite the story teller. Like her grandfather was. He spoke of his youth, telling stories of boyish pranks, and youthful bravado. She wanted to ask how he had come to work for Mr. DeLoup, but felt, just from watching and listening to him, that he would not answer. He told her just what he wanted to tell her, Peri realized that. But that was ok. She was sure she would learn more as time went on.

But this night, the 3rd night, Ben insisted she eat in the dining room, where a note awaited her.

Mademoiselle Green I’ll be back this evening please be in the studio at 8PM sharp. Wear a white button blouse and a dark skirt as they well help me determine your color tones.


She could barely eat, that's how nervous she was.

After dinner, Peri retired to her suite. She bathed, washing her long, dark hair. She had striking pale highlights that danced in the firelight. She used very little in the way of makeup, and in reality, only glossed her full, pink lips slightly. She left her hair down and loose. She slipped on her crisp white, cotten, button down blouse. The softness clinging to her curves. The skirt hung low on her hips, a black gypsy skirt that flowed about her lithe, shapely legs. She tied a silken black belt about her waist to accent the blouse, and slipped into her suede leather boots. Her camera in hand, she left the relative safety of her suite of room, heading for the unknown.

At just before 8pm, she was outside the studio door. Taking a deep, almost trembling breath, she knocked.

"Enter"

She gently pushing the door open, Peri stepped into the soft, dim, light of the studio. She looked around, not seeing anyone at the moment, until she heard the deep, steady breathing, coming from the shadows.

"Mr. DeLoup" she softly began, "I just want to thank You for this golden opportunity, and tell You that Your home and grounds are gorgeous" Her voice was steady, deeper than perhaps most females, with the hint of nervousness barely distinguishable.

 

[cgraven]

The soft whisper of the door as it opened , the light tread of her dainty foot a sound he had become accustomed to, and the sweet intoxicating fragrance of naïve innocence. Those dark golden eyes that saw everything took in the graceful fluid movement of this stunning young creature as she entered his lair. The way her crisp white blouse clung to the sensual curves of her torso, the black gypsy skirt, its slit and the ways Peri’s sculptured leg played peek-a-boo with each step she took. Now the moment was at hand and the hunt would begin. Gently run her first then introduce her to a very dark world, but first put her at ease. He was the hunter and this ravishing daughter of Eva his prey

“Mademoiselle Green a pleasure to meet you at last I do hope your are comfortable.”

Gillian De Loupe took Peri’s hand and gently pressed his lips to it. His accent was French and yet some how different, it caressed ones senses, it had a sensual quality that could be very seductive coupled with De Loupe’s natural charm.

““Mademoiselle Green,…………Peri, I have been studying the photographs that you submitted to me.”

He took the young beauty over to the light table where he had the negatives laid out. Of all the shoots that she had submitted he had only three on the table. The three all had one thing in common and that was they where of her grandfather.

“Theses are acceptable the rest NO. My dear Mademoiselle you shoot what you know is there rather than what you see. I think that you need to be on the other side of the lens for a bit.”

Gillian led his protégé from the light table to the studio proper. He picked up his camera and motioned Peri to the center of the studio.

“Well Start with some simple motion shots. Just walk twirl swing your arms anything for fluid movement. I know you’re new to this side of the lens, so I’ll talk you through it.”

Gillian De Loup talked Peri through the shoot’s first part, complementing her as she followed his instructions. Slowly he built a trust with the young raven-haired beauty, encouraging her to be bolder. When he saw Peri lost in the music he had playing softly in the back ground he decided to push her just a bit to see her reaction.

“Great action shots Mademoiselle. Now for some stills. On the stage please.”

Gillian watched as Peri Green mounted the stage. He smiled to himself, this was going to be fun.

“Take the stool and just sit I’ll pose you. If I need to.”

He circled Peri his dark golden eyes held her soft emerald green eyes captive. Studio no deathly still except for the almost hypnotic Click…. Click … click of the shutter and the sensual caress of the strobe light’s flash.

Gillian stopped he cocked his head then gingerly laid his camera down. He walked over to Peri, his movement graceful, fluid, like those of the hunter as he closes on his prey. De Loup’s fingers brushed against her throat slid down along the edge of Peri blouse, lingered for a moment before opened the next two buttons. He stepped back intently studying the effect before a frown crossed his face.

“No take off your skirt Mademoiselle Green.”

Gillian picked up his camera and waited for his young protégé to do as she was instructed. Peri Ami Green had signed a contract to study under him for the next three years and to be his personal assistant. If she broke the contract then she would owe him for the plane fare as well as any other expenses he had incurred on her behalf.

 

[AngelRavenWing]

"Mademoiselle Green a pleasure to meet you at last I do hope your are comfortable.”


She had seen pictures of Gillian DeLoup, few and far between, but yes, she had seen pictures. They did Him NO justice. The Man before her was distinguished, handsome, He had an air of power, strength, and masculinity about Him. It was almost, Feral.

"It is my pleasure, Mr. DeLoup" her voice was a soft whisper, that she struggled to keep steady.

Peri actually blushed when His lips brushed her hand.

“Mademoiselle Green,…………Peri, I have been studying the photographs that you submitted to me.”

He took the young beauty over to the light table where he had the negatives laid out. Of all the shoots that she had submitted he had only three on the table. The three all had one thing in common and that was they where of her grandfather.

“Theses are acceptable the rest NO. My dear Mademoiselle you shoot what you know is there rather than what you see. I think that you need to be on the other side of the lens for a bit.”

Her Grandfather. Those were the photos He liked. And those had been candid shots, that she had taken long ago.

To say Peri was NOT comfortable having the camera turned on herself, was an understatement. Her Grandfather had said the same thing tho. To understand what she was seeing and photographing, she would need to be seen and photographed.

The nerves definitely showed thru in the beginning, but as she got a little more comfortable, and let the music wash over her, she found herself moving, almost dancing before Gillian.

“Great action shots Mademoiselle. Now for some stills. On the stage please.”

“Take the stool and just sit I’ll pose you. If I need to.”


There was the slightest sheen of heat glistening on her skin as she stepped up into the stage. Gillian approached her, almost as if stalking her. Prowling.

The touch of His fingers was alternately chilling, and electric, as those fingertips lingered along the curve of her throat, downwards, loosening the buttons of her blouse. She almost protested, but stayed quiet.

She could not meet His gaze as He stepped back, His golden eyes fixed on her. Where had she seen those eyes before?

“No take off your skirt Mademoiselle Green.”


"do, do what" she stammered? The command having caught her by surprise. Take off her skirt? She had no nylons on, no tights, just bare skin and her panties.

"But, why? I don't understand" She made no move to do as He asked, or actually, commanded.

 

[cgraven]

Gillian noticed the way Peri’s body responded to his sensual caress, how her pale flawless skin glistened, the sweet fragrance of her sweat calling to his baser nature, the prey cornered.

“No take off your skirt Mademoiselle Green.”


"do, do what" she stammered?

The shock and disbelief that shown from her shimmering green eyes at his command, the scarlet blush that kissed her cheeks, how adorable this chaste daughter of Eva was.

"But, why? I don't understand"

“Really Mademoiselle Green?”

Gillian’s voice sounded exacerbated as if he could not comprehend the young beauty’s question.

“Mademoiselle Green………..Peri I am trying to capture your essence, the sensual line of your leg the contrast between flesh and material. You are a photographer, I am sure you have shot nudes and semi nudes, it is part of our profession and more importantly our art……………….. Now be kind enough to remove your boots and skirt.”

The way he explained what he wanted it sounded as if it was the most natural thing in the world for her to disrobe in front of him.

“Peri Just pretend the camera is your lover.”

Gillian did not wait to see if Peri would do as she had been told. Instead he began to again circle her with the camera.

CLICK…….CLICK…….CLICK….CLICK

De Loup let the seductive whisper of the shutter call to the young beauty half poised on the stool.

Peri had signed contract that gives him exclusive rights to your service for three months, or for a year if he executed the clause. It stated that she should do whatever she could to assist him, be his personal model, and there where sever financial penalties if she did not comply.

“Mademoiselle Green I am waiting…”

There was the impatient edge of a master waiting for his neophyte protégé to comply with his simple request. As the moments drew on Gillian De Loup decided to push his innocent assistant a bit further.

“I think I shall do a nude study of you Peri so just disrobe and I’ll take the shots I need.”

Gillian did not wait for an answer but simply began shooting her again.

CLICK…….CLICK…….CLICK….CLICK


How he loved the hunt the chase as he stripped away each layer of his prey’s innocence.

 

[AngelRavenWing]

“Mademoiselle Green………..Peri I am trying to capture your essence, the sensual line of your leg the contrast between flesh and material. You are a photographer, I am sure you have shot nudes and semi nudes, it is part of our profession and more importantly our art……………….. Now be kind enough to remove your boots and skirt.”

He was right. She had photographed nudes and semi-nudes when in school. She didn't like it tho. Nudes was not the way she ever intended to go, and thought the practice of taking nudes was an invasion of privacy.

"You're, You're right of course" she stammered, her face, cheeks, a brilliant shade of crimson. "I'm sorry Mr. DeLoup, I am just not that comfortable, have never been that comfortable, with nudes. But, I know that You are. I have seen many of Your nude photographs. I always thought the women were so, so, sensual, so sexual, so giving, so wanting, so submissive. But me? I, I am none of that" What Peri meant was that she was not a model, or did she mean all that she just stated? Peri never looked at herself as beautiful, she was just, Peri.

“Peri Just pretend the camera is your lover.”

He moved around her. CLICK…….CLICK…….CLICK….CLICK

“Mademoiselle Green I am waiting…”

There was the impatient edge of a master waiting for his neophyte protégé to comply with his simple request. As the moments drew on Gillian De Loup decided to push his innocent assistant a bit further.

“I think I shall do a nude study of you Peri so just disrobe and I’ll take the shots I need.”

CLICK…….CLICK…….CLICK….CLICK

Those ~CLICKS~ seemed, to her, to be getting louder, when in reality, they were very very soft.

Taking a deep breath, she shimmed her hips a bit, lifting just a little off the stool she sat upon, and slipped the black gypsy skirt off, followed quickly by the boots. Her skin was flush, and just by the slight trembling of the whole of her form, one could see she was not comfortable at all.

"the, the top too?"

Just the look in His eyes, those golden eyes, told her the answer to that.

The blouse unbuttoned slowly, and slipped down and off her shoulders. She sat before Him in nothing more than her bra and panties, both a soft white color. She made no move to remove those, hoping that this was naked enough for Him.

Biting at her lower lip, she lifted her head slightly to once more look at Him.

 

[cgraven]

There was a satisfied warm glow to De Loup’s black heart at the crimson blush that kissed the raven-haired beauty’s cheeks her trembling fingers as she slowly unbuttoned her prim white blouse She looked so adorable setting their in nothing but her sweet innocent soft white panties and bra.

“Better, much better Peri!”

A small smile played at the corners of Gillian’s mouth, how he loved the hunt, the frightened look in his innocent young prey’s soft green eyes, her chaste beauty and her naive innocence, Oh how he looked forward to what he would do to this innocent Daughter of Eva. Again the seductive soft whisper of the camera’s shutter;

CLICK………CLICK…….CLICK.

His hand gently brushed the girl’s shoulder and her bra strap slid down her arm a delightful combination of schoolgirl innocence and seduction. A stillness, a deathly silence fell over the studio. The Master’s head cocked as he studied the young girl on the stool.

“Remove your bra Peri.”

Gillian did not wait for her protest, the camera whispered, CLICK………CLICK…….CLICK and those haunting golden eyes told his young protégé and model he would not take no for an answer. The session continued and as he took his shots, Gillian posed Peri, as he desired, his hands brushing her bared breast, grazing her taunt nipples. Touches fleeting, lingering just long enough to enflame her youthful passions. Finally, his golden eyes caught and held her soft shimmering green eyes, and even before he spoke, the young girl knew what was to come.

“Peri take off your panties!”

De Loup spoke those fateful words as if he had just made the simplest of request, as if he had asked her to get him a glass of water. He turned his back to her, laying his camera aside for a moment, then he shook out a large sheep’s skin rug.

“Lay down Peri.”

The first pose had her hand demurely draped over her Venus Mound and her arm across her breasts. Then Gillian posed the blushing beauty with her head pillowed on her hands and her breasts total bared, as will as the dark wispy fleece that covered her innocence. Peri was totally naked to the camera and Gillian.

After the shoot, he tossed Peri a short robe that barely covered the sensual curve of her tight little derrière. In an hour the negatives where develop and three of the most sensual and erotic of the nudes he had taken of her lay on the light table. The girl in those pictures was beautiful, her lips a soft moist pink, so full and ripe, just parted as if she was about to kiss her lover. Her dark hair in a wild sensual disarray, and her soft green eyes shimmering with the innocence of youth.

“Shoot what you see Peri.”

Gillian saw the disbelief in her eyes as she looked at the scandalous images of herself and even Peri had to admit she was not only beautiful but also ravishing in them. Before she could say anything Gillian yawned, stretching.

“Tomorrow I want you to go exploring and shoot what you see Peri and we will develop and check your work tomorrow night………………”

He paused for a moment and then he smiled at her.

Tomorrow we will do another nude series so be ready my shy Miss!”

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It was about mid morning when Peri hear that lonely soul wrench howl of the wolf. As she peered from her window, she saw the wolf Gill at the edge of the country garden that faded into the surrounding countryside. He stood there as if waiting for something, someone. Then he lifted his eyes to her window and for an instant, there was a flash of gold. He was waiting for someone and that someone was Peri.

He waited and just as she was about to take a shot of him the great beast disappeared through the pines. His howl called to her. For over an hour Gill darted from shadow to shadow just out of Peri’s reach, a seductive ghost calling her higher and deeper into the surrounding mountains. The sun beating down, her shirt soaked in sweat, clung to the ravishing young beauty like a second skin. Still the great beast lead her on until Peri found herself in a secluded glean with a deep carpet of moss. A small waterfall, a pool of cool water so inviting, so tempting, to splash naked in its embrace after her long hot chase. There frolicking in the pool like an over grown pup was Gill his howl echoed through the mountains and those golden eyes held hers and seemed to command Peri to join him in the cool water.