The Hunter and the Hunted

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The Hunter and the Hunted

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When one thinks of the wolf one has visions of a vicious hunter that runs down its pry, a creature that is the hunter and the hunted both. Yet in the distant past when Sky Mother gave birth to her two sons Gluskap and Molsum and man was little more than clay that Kichi Niwaskw the Great Spirit had breathed life into, the brothers taught man all that he would need to know to survive . Gluskap appeared to man, as a man and taught him music, dance, and to speak. Molsum appeared to man as the wolf and saw that man was afraid of him, so he took on the shape and form of man and taught him to track, hunt and the wisdom of the pack. That the pack strengthens all, and all must protect the young. In those days animals could shift their shape and become as man. Otter taught man to swim, the hawk to see far, and the snake patience.

It came to pass that Molsum, the wolf, fell in love with a calmly young maiden. She knew him only as a man and had no idea that he was a wolf. Azban the trickster appeared to the maiden as brother raccoon and told the girl that Molsum was really a savage wolf. The girl was beside herself with fear, and love for Molsum. Azban the trickster convinced the young woman to seek out a witch to lay a spell on Molsum so that he would always be a man. Little did the girl know that the witch would curse Molsum and the curse was a fearsome one. It damned Molsum to be a man by night, and a wolf by day eternally separated from the pack to live his life alone.

Unwittingly betrayed by the young maiden Molsum grew bitter and swore vengeance on man. No longer able to hunt with the pack his pry became the Daughters of Eve. Down through the long, endless, corridors of time, Molsum hunted the most innocent and purest daughters of Eve. He would seduce them, strip their innocence away one layer at a time, as he awakened ever darker passions in their supple young bodies. Now it was time for another hunt to begin.

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It was a hot sweltering day in Manhattan the constant din of traffic filled the air, the smells of the city assaulted the sense. Then as if by magic a lettered appeared,

It is with great pleasure to announce that monsieur Jean Corbeau has chosen you to become his apprentice for the summer. You will be paid a stipend of £100.00 a week, room and board will be provided at his estate in Southern France.
If you wish to accept this generous offer please contact

Mr. John Wolf
110 E 59th ST Suite 69
New York, New York.​

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Monsieur Jean Corbeau was perhaps the world’s leading wild life Photographer. He was known to be very selective for whom he worked for and who he hired as his assistant and apprentice. But an offer like this could make a young photographer’s career.

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Château De Loup lay in the foot hills of the Pyrenees Mountains in Southern France. The Château Lay in a wild valley and one could all most believe that time stood still here. The building its self had a haunted, lonely, appearance of great sadness and yet it offered an unimagined opportunity.

 

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Lily Adams could not believe it when she received the letter in the mail, her striking blue eyes growing wide in astonishment as she read the words upon the page. Surely one of her friends was playing a prank on her. There was no way that the world renown photographer Jean Corbeau was actually offering her an apprenticeship for the summer!

She was still just a photography student, having just finished her junior year at NYU. Her professors all spoke highly of her abilities and said she showed a lot of promise, and she'd even been able to pick up a little bit of freelance work here and there in the city, but all in all she was still very much a nobody in the photography world. What interest could someone like him possibly have in her?!

Luckily for her when she reached out to contact the Mr. Wolf mentioned in the letter she was pleasantly surprised to find out that it was not a prank at all and that somehow or another some of her freelance work had come to Monsieur Corbeau's attention, and that the invitation was indeed genuine! A mere two weeks later and she found herself in a chauffeured car pulling up to Monsieur Corbeau's chateau, a bundle of nerves and excitement despite her long flight from New York that had then immediately been followed by another long journey by car from the airport to the chateau.

The car parked and the driver quickly came around to Lily's side to open the door for her. She stepped out, looking up at the building with awe as she nervously smoothed back a stray wisp of hair. Unfortunately the long plane ride had turned her usually lovely long, dirty blonde waves into a staticky mess so she'd quickly pulled it up into a loose top knot before leaving the airport, not wanting to make a bad first impression.

 

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From the moment that Lily Adams discovered that the apprenticeship with Jean Corbeau was not a prank her young life began to move very quickly. There was a passport to obtain, working visas for France, airline tickets, scheduling, packing, and a thousand and one other things to do. Yet with the aid of Mr. Wolf everything seemed to fall in place for Lily. The flight from JFK to Paris was long and tedious as most Trans Atlantic flights tend to be, followed by a TVG train from Paris and then the final stage of her journey a chauffeur driven ride from the station to Château De Loup. The chauffeur followed Lily up to the massive doors of the Château with Lily’s checked bag and her carryon luggage from JFK. He pulled the bell chain and the faint sounds of a bell ringing could be heard and yet there was no answer. The chauffeur pulled the cord again, this time with more force, apparently anxious to be on his way as the sun was beginning to dip lower towards the western horizon.

There was the sounds of foot falls from within the Château, the creaking of the massive door as it opened an older man with graying hair stood before her.

“ Miss Adams I presume.”

The man had dark brown eyes and moved with and unexpected grace.

“Miss Adams I presume. I am Batard monsieur Jean Corbeau butler. The Master is away at the moment but I expect him back either tonight or tomorrow night.”

Batard turned to the chauffeur.

“You may place Miss Adam’s cases just inside the door.”

Batard handed him €20.00 and dismissed him.

“If you will follow me Miss Adams I will show you to your room and then bring up your cases.”

Room was an understatement to say the least for Batard lead Lily to what could only be called a suit. There was a sitting room with a hearth and fire laid on it, a bed chamber with a four poster bed, and finally a bathroom with mirrored wall and a sunken tub that was more like a small pool.

“Monsieur Corbeau requires that all dress for dinner……..”

Batard paused as he studied the young woman. Her most stunning feature was without a doubt her shimmering blue eyes. Her straw blonde hair, though in disarray from her long day’s of travel, framed the girl’s angelic face like a golden halo.

“ If your gown has not arrived I am sure that you may find one to your taste in your dressing room off the bathing chamber Miss Adams. We dine at nine.”

Lily was left to bath or dress as she desired for she had four hours till dinner. A search of her dressing room reveled several evening gowns all seemed to have a plunging “V” neck line a snug bodice, and long flowing skirts. Some of the gowns would leave Lily’s shoulders bare other would not. That first evening at Château De Loup Lily dined alone as Corbeau did not return, nor did he on the second night. On the third Morning just after dawn Lilly heard the soul wrenching cry of a wolf. It was on that third night that Lily finally met Jean Corbeau.

Jean Corbeau had a wiry lank build with piercing brown eyes, he moved with a fluid grace, a deadly grace, that one would associate with a hunter but then that was exactly what he was though his weapon was a camera. He stood almost a head taller than Lily and his tawny copper hair showed a touch of silver at his temples. As for his age Corbeau could be in his late forties or fifties. He was dressed in a white dinner jacket.

“Miss Adams a pleasure to meet you.”

He extended his hand to Lily, his liquid brown eyes meeting her shimmering azure blue eyes..

 

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Lily had been greatly relieved when she'd walked into the grande dining room at nine on her third night at Chateau De Loup and had discovered that the infamous Monsieur Jean Corbeau had finally returned. While he had been gone she'd been unsure what areas of the chateau and its grounds she was permitted access to, and not wanting to impose she'd mainly remained within her suite and read to pass the time. It had been restful and allowed her to acclimate to the time change between New York and here, but now she was very much eager to get to work as his assistant and begin to stretch her legs both figuratively and literally.

"A pleasure to meet you as well, Monsieur Corbeau," she replied with a smile as she placed her hand in his extended one and blushed slightly as she noted that the rumors within the industry of his good looks were most certainly true.

She herself had dressed that night in one of the gowns that had been provided for her, this one being of a scarlet hue. While the front of all of the gowns, this one included, was much lower than anything she would have picked on her own she was very grateful for them, not having thought to pack any gowns of her own to bring along for a photography job... not that she had any gowns of her own. Her usual attire as a young college student was understandably rather casual.

She realized now that when Mr. Wolf had asked for her measurements before her departure to France so that "proper attire" could be provided for her that this must have been what he was referring to. She'd assumed at the time that since Monsieur Corbeau was a wilderness photographer it would be for some kind of special hiking attire or perhaps a climbing harness. How wrong she had been!

"Welcome home. I hope that whatever your business away was that it went well."

 

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“Miss Adams a pleasure to meet you.”
"A pleasure to meet you as well, Monsieur Corbeau,"

The intoxicating fragrance of innocence clung to Lily like an expensive perfume. Corbeau admired the cut of the gown the stunning young blonde had chosen. The rich red burgundy color complemented the girl’s flawless alabaster skin. He enjoyed the way the deep plunging “V” neck line plunged to the gown’s waist bearing the sensual curve of Lily’s firm young breast to him. That plunging “V” neck line’s only claimed to modesty was that it covered her pale pink nipples. The long slit on the right side of the skirt rose to Lily’s upper thigh and beard her long sculptured leg with every other step she took. The gown highlighted perfectly Lily youthful charms. Jean Corbeau wondered if this ravishing young creature knew how seductively beautiful she was, in the first blush of womanhood, still a girl in many, she stood on the threshold between being a girl and becoming a woman. A most enchanting time of life for the young beauty.

"Welcome home. I hope that whatever your business away was that it went well."

“It was tedious Miss Adams, but none the less a successful trip. Shall we go into dinner, or would you prefer an aperitif before dinner. I normal indulge in a gin and tonic myself. “

With his drink in hand Jean led Lily into a formal dining room. Batard dressed in livery pulled out the high back chair for Lily even as Corbeau took his own seat. The diner was indeed a formal affair consisting of several courses and as was the custom in Southern France each course was served with its own wine selected to enhance each. In all dinner took three hours, during which Jean Corbeau questioned Lily on several pieces of her work and a bit about her family and her own hopes and dreams.

“Brandy in the parlor Batard.”

Lily was not allowed to refuse the brandy and Batard whispered to her that Corbeau had the brandy distilled from the estates own vineyards and was quite proud of it. The hint of course was that Jean would be highly offended if she passed on his offer. The talk then turned to Photography; the only truly technical question Corbeau asked was weather Lily shot with film or a digital 35mm single reflex camera.

“Tomorrow Miss Wilson I want you to take one of the Pentex T1000 35mm single reflex cameras load it with 800ASA black and white film and select a single lens. I want you to take three studies each of five shots. The first general panorama, the second of flora, and the third of any wild life you discover. Develop the film and we will discuss each tomorrow evening after dinner.”

It was already well past midnight when Corbeau bid Lily Adams a good night. Lily had her first assignment from the Master with precious few instructions.

 

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“It was tedious Miss Adams, but none the less a successful trip. Shall we go into dinner, or would you prefer an aperitif before dinner. I normal indulge in a gin and tonic myself. “

Lily thanked Mr Corbeau but politely declined a pre-dinner drink. This being her third evening at the chateau she was now well aware that wine would be served with the meal and she didn't want to make a bad impression upon her new mentor by getting too tipsy since, being just shy of the legal drinking age in the States, she was not used to regularly consuming alcohol and had a low tolerance for it.

The meal was just as delicious as the previous nights had been and was made all the better by the fact that she finally had someone to dine with. She enjoyed talking with Jean during the meal and then also when she shared a bit of brandy with him in the parlor, finding him quite charming. She thought it kind of him to take such an interest in her personally and openly talked with him about her life growing up in a small town in upstate New York with her mother and father and then moving to the big city to pursue her dream of becoming a photographer. Her dream job would be to become a photojournalist for National Geographic or some kind of travel magazine and get to one day travel all over the globe, though in truth before his apprenticeship offer she would have counted herself lucky just to end up working at any of the many publications based in New York City. This was her big break, and she wasn't about to take it for granted.

She listened carefully as he instructed her on her first assignment. He wasn't very detailed on what types of photographs he wanted her to take, but she figured that might have been intentional so he could get a better idea of her current skill level and tastes before he gave his own insight. Even though it was late when they eventually parted ways for the night and she returned to her room she was careful to set an alarm to wake her early the next morning, eager to finally get to work and wanting to make sure she'd have plenty of time to complete the task he had given her.

 

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Jean Corbeau smiled to himself when the innocent young Miss Adams politely turned down his invitation for an aperitif. So this innocent young daughter of EVE was cautious, how delightful for it would make the hunt all that more enjoyable.

For all the formality of dressing for dinner, the dinner itself was a rather casual affair with Jean Corbeau. The conversation was animated at first about photograph but slowly turned a bit more intimate as Jean showed an interest in Lily’s personal life. The innocent young beauty openly talked with him about her life growing up in a small town in upstate New York, her move to the city and her excitement about being selected for this internship. The conversation continued as they retired to the parlor, were Lily accepted an after dinner brandy, and Jean gave her, her first assignment. They talked well into the night before Corbeau rose and excused himself for the evening.

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A soul searing howl awoke Lily Adams from her sleep. Again that haunting howl of unimagined anguish as night became day.

The great wolf hung in the shadowed tree line on the brow of the hill that looked over Château De Loup. His golden hazel eyes watched the young girl. She moved with a natural, sensual, fluid grace as if she was unaware of her seductive beauty. The great beast decided to tempt this young daughter of Eve. He took a step from the shadowed tree line, the sun shone on his ginger gray coat, he stood there his muscles tense like coiled springs. He turned his golden hazel eyes to the young beauty across the field. That wild untamed gazes seemed to looked right at Lily, seemed to bare her young soul to him. He held her in his unblinking gaze for what seemed like an eternity, then turned on his heel and disappeared into the tree line.

Would this innocent daughter of Eve throw caution to the wind and follow the great beast into his domain or would she return to the apparent safety of Château De Loup?

 

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Lily ended up waking up even earlier than she had planned the next day when the same sorrowful howl of a wolf that she had heard the dawn before awoke her again. She sat up and looked towards the window of her bedroom as a shiver ran down her spine. She'd never heard a wolf howl in person before arriving at Chateau De Loup, but this one sounded very different than the ones she'd heard before in nature documentaries and TV shows. The poor beast's cry was so filled with agony that it made her heart ache in response to hear it. Then again, maybe she was just letting her imagination get the best of her.

Rising from her bed she began to dress and get ready for her day of exploration in the valley around the Chateau in search of some good shots for her first assignment from Monsieur Corbeau. She washed her face and brushed her teeth and then pulled her long blonde waves into a loose braid before deciding on a pair of canvas shorts, a tank top, and a plaid flannel shirt that she could remove as the day grew warmer to wear along with her hiking boots. Then after preparing her camera and film she was on her way.

The panoramic shots and pictures of flora that Corbeau had requested were easy enough to capture as there were no shortage of beautiful options for these any direction she looked around the Chateau, but the wild animals of course were shyer and less easy to find. She'd decided to sit among some trees and brush along the edge of a field, hoping that the cover would help conceal her while she tried to get shots of any animals that might happen to pass through the more open area, and was walking along the edge of the field towards the spot she had in mind when she suddenly felt the sensation of eyes upon her and froze.

Slowly, she turned her head and gazed out across the length of the field...

There, stepping out into the light from the line of trees at the base of the hill was a wolf. She would have thought that her presence would have made him shy away, but instead he just stood there watching her with his intense golden stare. She found herself unable to look away as he seemed to stare down into her very soul. Then suddenly he turned and went back into the treeline, almost as if he wished for her to follow him there.

It was then that she suddenly remembered her camera and her task for the day, having momentarily forgotten it while in the trance of the wolf's gaze. Not wanting to miss this opportunity, she quickly moved across the field to follow him, moving into the trees in the direction that he seemed to have gone.

 

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The great beast lifted his head; he caught the intoxicating scent of her innocence on the morning breeze, as he faded back into the tree line. Soon, as he stood there, in the cool shadows of the forest, he heard Lily’s soft footfalls drawing nearer. Again he let this stunning young daughter of EVE catch a fleeting glance of him. On and on he led the young beauty, higher and higher up the mountainside, always so close but always so far away. She would catch a glimpse of him or she would hear that mournful cry again calling to her, calling for her to follow him. As morning wore on into the noon hour the mid day sun had grown uncomfortably warm.

It was about two in the afternoon; Lily Adams’ clothes were clinging uncomfortably to her sweat shimmering gorgeous young body when she found herself in a secluded little glen carpeted in rich deep moss. There was the tinkling sound of running water, beckoning to the hot, tired, young beauty and there in the corner of this secluded enchanted glen was a waterfall and a deep crystal clear pool. That clear water looked so cool, so refreshing and oh so very inviting.

Hidden in the deep dark shadows the other side of the glen a pair of golden Hazel eyes watched Lily Adams. She moved with sensually, seductive, fluid motion. His tongue lulled from between his jowls as the girl took her first tentative steps into the glen. The cool temptation of that crystal clear pool so enticing. With the patience of a hunter he waited to see if his sweet pry would yield to the pools seductive temptation.

 

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Lily followed the wolf as it lead her deeper in the wood and climbing higher up into the foothills of the mountainside. Each time just as she would be about to catch a better glimpse of him and get a photo he would move to where she couldn't see him clearly again, tempting her to keep following.

She'd lost track of time as she'd pursued him, and eventually she found the temperature growing warmer as morning turned into day. Trickles of sweat began to roll down her body, making her skin glisten and her clothes cling to her form. At some point during her climb, she'd removed the flannel and tied it around her waist, though after all of her climbing in the heat she was still incredibly hot by the time she came upon the glen with it's pristinely beautiful and refreshing looking pool at the base of the waterfall.

She walked slowly across the glen towards the pool, looking around her for the wolf that she'd been following. She didn't see any signs of him, nor did she hear his call beckoning her like it had before. Was he still nearby? Had she lost him?

She turned back to look at the pool, it's crystal clear waters shimmering and tempting her to take a dip. No doubt it's mountain fed water would be nice and cool, and she had gotten so terribly hot from her climbing in the heat. Maybe just a quick swim, she decided, to help refresh herself and then she would look for the wolf a bit again before heading back down the mountain.

Removing the camera strap from around her neck, she set it carefully down on the ground in a dry area and then untied the flannel from around her waist, setting it down on the ground as well. Next she slipped off her tank top and sat down on the ground to remove her hiking boots and socks before sliding off her shorts as well. Then standing, she slid her panties down past her hips and let them fall to the ground before reaching behind her and unhooking her bra as well before adding to the pile of the rest of her clothes.

Completely nude now, she walked the rest of the short distance to the pool and began to wade into its clear water, sighing as its coolness slowly engulfed her heated skin.

 

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The agony of his transformation had brought an anguished howl from Jean Corbeau lips as he twisted into unnatural shapes and forms until in the place where the man had stood the great ginger grey wolf now stood. The wolf pack of the forest was seeking the cooler glens of the mountainside, their night’s hunt finished, their hunger sated for the moment. Yet the curse that ruled Molsum’s life, that eternally kept him from his brothers, and the hunt, had forced him to hunt other pry. He had shown himself to her at the wood line, had led the young innocent step by step higher up the mountain and deeper into the forest. He had let the heat of the day weaken his pry even as she followed him. When this gorgeous young daughter of Eve was sweating, and her breathing had become a bit more ragged he laid his trap for her, a sweet temptation.

Jean Corbeau as the wolf Lord Molsum watched Lily enter the glen watched as the stunning young beauty hesitated before giving into the temptation of that cool inviting pool. He watched from the deep shadows of the forest as this young beauty removed the camera strap from around her neck, he watched as she set it carefully down on the ground in a dry area and then untied the flannel shirt from around her slender waist, and set it down on the ground as well. Those golden hazel eyes grew hotter with lust as she slipped off her tank top and sat down on the ground to remove her hiking boots and socks before sliding off her shorts as well. Lily stood there in her youthful innocence as she said her panties down past her hips and let them fall to the ground before reaching behind her and unhooking her bra as well before adding to the pile of the rest of her clothes to stand before her unseen watcher of the woods in all her naked glory.

Molsum was patient, for the hunter, to catch his pry must be patient. Every muscle in his sinuous body was tensed ready to spring into action in an instance. He watched as the golden naked little beauty slipped into the tempting waters. Slowly step by step Molsum circled his pry. His footfall silenced by the deep moss that carpeted the little glen. By the time that Lily was aware of his presence Molsum was between her and her discarded clothes and camera. It was the perfect shot; the wolf, the dappled shadows on that rich ginger grey coat, the poised muscles, those stunning golden hazel eyes, that seemed to look right through her, to bare her young soul to his gaze. Molsum slowly came towards Lily, his jowls pulled back, his glistening white fangs bared, and a low growl rumbling from deep within his chest. His pry cornered, and his trap sprung.

Lily Adams was cornered in the shallow pool, all her avenues of escaped closed as he came towards her. His hot moist breath washed over her naked body, washed over the golden fleece of her sweet little pussy. Molsum’s great thick tongue snaked out from his mouth to take a long sensual lick of Lily’s inner thigh, a little nip to that tender flesh, and a low growl as Molsum thrust his muzzle between Lily’s tightly griped thighs. Another low growl and nip as if her were commanding her to spread her legs for him.

 

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Lily had just dipped herself down into the cool, shallow waters of the pool and begun to relax a bit when she heard a noise and rose again, turning around back towards the glen. There, standing just a ways away from her between herself and her things stood the wolf. She gasped softly with surprise and awe at the sight of him, cursing herself for having left her camera so far away. It was the perfect shot, yet she had no way of capturing it! Once more she found herself transfixed by that golden stare that seemed to look right through her.

He was much bigger than he had seemed from a distance she realized now that he was so close, and as he began to move towards her she felt and instinctive trickle of fear move down her spine. When he began to bare his teeth to her and she heard his growl all thoughts of cameras and photographs suddenly vanishes from her mind, replaced instead by the innate impulse to flee. But she could not! She quickly realized as she tried to back away that the wolf had her cornered, her body pressed back up against the damp and moss covered rock to the side of the waterfall.

She felt his hot breath brush over her naked flesh and froze, her legs trembling as she then felt his large wet tongue move over her inner thigh. Did he plan to make a meal of her then? She felt his little nip then and jumped in response, though more out of fear than actual pain as it had not been hard enough to break the skin. He growled and thrust his muzzle between her legs and she gasped and jumped again, though confusion was now beginning to wind itself together with her fear. What was he doing?!

He growled and nipped her again, giving her the impression that he wanted her to part her thighs for him, though why on earth he would want such a thing she had no idea. Was he trying to scent her? Regardless of the wolf's reasons she was too scared to deny him, and so she slowly parted and spread her legs for him.

 

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Molsum savored the sweet scent of Lily’s fear, that way her expressive stunning darted about searching for some way to escape and yet finding one. He growled again and nipped her soft velvet thigh again. Those hungering lust glazed golden hazel clearly gave Lily the impression that he wanted her to part her thighs for him. Molsum could see the confusion in the girl’s soft azure blue eyes as to why on earth he would want such a thing, and yet his unblinking gaze told Lily that was exactly what he wanted of her. He could see in her stunning expressive eyes her emotions flashing one after the other, fear, wonder and confusion. That sweet scent of fear, he could see that this innocent young daughter of Eve was too scared to deny him; he watched as Lily slowly parted her velvet thighs and spread her toned and sculptured legs for him.

As the naked young golden beauty trembled before him Molsum’s great thick tongue snaked out again and took a long sensual lick of her dewy folds as he tasted Lily Adams for the first time. That long tongue slid along the hapless young beauty’s labia, each pass of that sensually maddening tongue cleaving deeper and deeper into her chaste young body. The tip curled around the hooded guardian of Lily’s maiden’s treasure, slowly seductively coaxing it from its hooded hiding place. Soon Lily’s little pearl of passion was throbbing and an unholy heat was building in her chaste young body. The trapped young beauty could feel Molsum’s tongue slide deeper into her quivering body, his moist hot breath washing over her sweet little pussy and then his tongue brush the thin barrier of her maidenhead, the proof of her chaste virgin innocence. Molsum lapped and nipped at Lily’s throbbing clit.

Slowly Molsum forced Lily Adams back until she found herself reclining on the mossy carpet of the secluded enchanted glen. His muzzle was buried between Lily’s wide soft thighs. His tongue was doing things to her that nothing in her young life had prepared her for.

 

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Lily gasped as the wolf's tongue licked across the length of her folds. At first she thought there might be a chance that the placement of the lick had been accidental, but then as the wolf continued to repeat it again and again her brilliant blue eyes went wide, staring down at him with surprise and confusion.

As his licks drew deeper she felt herself tremble again, not simply out of fear this time but out of pleasure as well as her body began to impulsively respond to the feel of his tongue sliding across her sex. She felt his tongue focus on the little nub above her womanhood, coaxing and teasing it until it swelled and withdrew from beneath its hood and made her whimper in response as it throbbed. Then it slid within her, making her cry out softly as it explored her increasingly moist canal for a moment before returning to her nub.

Her head a spin with the new sensations and this strange situation that was happening to her, she suddenly found herself being moved and corralled by the wolf as he pushed her back until she was laying down upon the moss at the water's edge with his muzzle between her thighs. His long thick tongue continued to lap and play with her, making her squirm beneath him and whimper again as her body throbbed and an intense pressure and heat began to build within her core.

 

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Those golden hazel eyes seemed to bore into lily’s very soul and bare her most secret and hidden desires to Molsum. His eyes met Lily’s smoldering azure blue eyes, he held her captive in his gaze as he lowered his head once more to her delicious little pussy. His great thick tongue lapped at the little golden blonde’s sweet folds as he supped on the dewy nectar of Lily Adam’s growing arousal. It seemed ignite and all consuming fire in her innocent young body. Molsum feasted on his chaste little human victim his tongue drove Lily to the edge of the abyss, an abyss that seemed to promise her something, an elusive something that she could almost, but not quite grasp. Molsum held her tittering on the brink of that abyss and then with a flick of his tongue pushed Lily over the edge of the abyss.

Lily Adams was engulfed in a tidal wave of unimagined pleasure that left her gasping to catch her breath. The young beauty’s breathing had just about returned to normal when Molsum once more lowered his great head to her delicious little pussy. He was the master of Lily’s naive innocent young body, he wracked a series of cascading orgasms from the young beauty. Each building on the one before until Lily’s screams of pleasure broke the stillness of the forest.

Lily lay there panting, her gorgeous young body shimmering in a fine sheen of sweat, her hair in wild disarray, a wild golden halo framing her innocent angelic face. Molsum’s hot moist breath washed over Lily’s quivering abdomen, a sensual lick to that smooth flat plain. His breath teased Lily taunt, peeked nipples as his tongue explored the firm contours of her breasts before Molsum licked and nipped at the girl’s aching nipples. Lily’s golden head lulled from side to side his tongue slid across the sensual bow of her lips as If he was demanding that Lily part them for a lover kiss.

This gorgeous beast was becoming Lily’s first lover. No prince charming, no devoted boyfriend but a wolf, a lord of the forest.

 

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Lily's thoughts grew hazy as the wolf fanned the flames of her arousal higher and higher, then vanished completely as the wave of her first orgasm washed over her and sent her soaring. Then, just as she had begun to come back down to earth he sent her into flight again, sending her higher and higher with each new orgasm until she thought she would go mad with pleasure. Maybe she had. Maybe this was just some kind of insane and fevered dream. This couldn't possibly be real. There was no way a real wolf could do something like this!

When he finally relented she lay there exhausted and spent, her chest rising and falling heavily as she tried to catch her breath and her mind still a blur as her body twitched and tingled with pleasure. She felt the wolf's hot breath on her stomach and then his tongue, causing it to clench in response. Then he rose higher to her rosy nipples, already hard and aching with arousal. When he began to lick and nip at them she released a moan, her eyes drifting shut at the sensation as her back arched a bit and her head lulled to the side.

It was then that she felt his tongue slide across her lips as if asking her to part them for a kiss, continuing to act more like a lover than a wolf. Her lips parted slightly with a soft gasp at the feel of it, unintentionally allowing him the entranced that he sought.

 

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A wicked malicious glee filled Molsum’s black heart as the sweet young virgin arched her supple young body and pressed her breast and throbbing nipple to her lover’s mouth, her ginger grey wolf. He had brought her unimagined pleasures, her gorgeous young body hummed with the lingering effects of her cascading orgasms that he had so easily ripped from Lily’s inexperienced young body. His tongue slid across the moist ripe bow of Lily’s lips, a soft gasp bubbled from the ravishing young beauty’s succulent lips as the slightly parted. Again Molsum’s tongue slid across Lily’s moist ripe lips demanding enter into her moist sweet virginal mouth, another gasped little sigh and his thick tongue plunged into Lily’s chaste mouth. His tongue entwined with her little pink tongue and led it in a sensual dance as old as time its self. Molsum let that sinful, forbidden kiss linger and deepen until time its self stood still. There was no past, there was no future, there was just here and now and that one sensually seductive kiss that lingered until they shared a single life giving breath.

Molsum’s Thick tongue slipped from between Lily’s lips. He left her gasping for air, and wanting, he had lit a hunger in Lily Adams supple young body, a hunger that left her wanting for something, something more. Molsum draped his body across Lily’s sweat shimmering body his muzzle nestled between her breasts. He watched and waited until Lily’s azure blue eyes fluttered close and her breathing became deep and even as she slept. Molsum then nudged the sleeping beauty’s thighs apart and began to feast on Lily’s innocence once more. This time Molsum did not relent until the young beauty was bucking and thrashing and squirming and arching her back to press her needy little pussy to his mouth. When Lily came she came hard her gorgeous young body shaken to her very soul with the intensity of her orgasm and yet still Molsum left her wanting for more.

The great wolf left his naked little human lover laying in the glen. The sun was past its zenith in the afternoon sky, if she dressed quickly Lily could reach Château De Loup before dark. Molsum looked back over his shoulder posed for just a moment to let Lily get one shot of him. Then it hit the naked young beauty Film, film to be developed. Miss Lily Adams was about to fail her first assignment for Monsieur Corbeau if she did not hurry.

 

[BlondeAmbition4RP]

As Lily drifted off to sleep in the soft moss with the wolf's muzzle nestled between her breasts and his fur brushing sensually over her bare skin as he draped himself upon her could have almost convinced herself again that this had all simply been some kind of dream. No doubt she was still safely asleep in her chambers at the Chateau De Loup, having drifted back to sleep after hearing the wolf's cry at dawn and it somehow working itself in her mind into this strange... though undeniably pleasurable dream. When she awoke shortly after however to the feel of the wolf's tongue upon her once more as he brought her to yet another orgasm, this one absolutely soul shaking in its intensity, she could no longer deny that what was happening to her was indeed real.

She lay on her back in the glen as she tried to regain her breath, and it was then that she noted the position of the sun in the sky. So much time had passed! She needed to head back to the Chateau. The wolf as if realizing this too headed for the edge of the glen, but then paused and looked back... as if posing for her. Remembering the camera, she quickly reached for it and got a shot of him, then with horror she remembered that she would need to get back in time to develop the film as well!

Dressing quickly as she was able, she hurriedly made her way back down the side of the mountain and to the Chateau. Luckily for her since the assignment had been for one roll of black and white film it took a good deal less time to develop the film than if it had been colored, and then she was racing back to her room to take the quickest shower of her life to wash the day's sweat off of her before dressing in another of the long low-cut gowns and pulling her still damp hair up into a quick twist for dinner. Even with all of her hurry, she still arrived for dinner a few minutes late however.

"My deepest apologies for my tardiness Monsieur," she told Corbeau as she approached, her pulse elevated and her cheeks slightly flushed from her rushing.

 

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As the sunset once more that agonizing howl echoed through the high valleys that surrounded Château De Loup. Where Molsum the wolf had stood now a naked and misshapen Jean Corbeau now stood. The transformation from man to wolf always went smoothly as it was his natural form. Yet the transformation from wolf to man was always a cursed affair. It took several minutes of stretching, twisting, and manipulations of his body, arms, and legs before his guise as man was complete and correct. Jean then changed into even dress, again he wore the white dinner Jacket and went to join his innocent young lamb. Jean Corbeau watched as Lily gracefully descended the stairs with hurried little steps, the slit in her evening gown’s skirt bearing her shapely leg to mid thigh with each step she took, as she was profusely apologizing for her tardiness.

"My deepest apologies for my tardiness Monsieur,"

Lily’s cheeks flushed an adorable shade of pink her chest rose and fell seductively as she worked to catch her breath, her firm young breasts straining to be free of the gown’s deep plunging “V” neck line, the half crescent of her dusky pink areola paying hide and seek, a most seductive picture Corbeau thought to himself. His scent, Molsum’s scent, clung to Lily and mixed with the sweet intoxicating musky fragrance of her own arousal from earlier in the day.

“Tonight Miss Adams we have Lamb.”

Corbeau smiled to himself, lamb how very appropriate as this little lamb had no idea what was in store for her this evening. Each course came with its own wine, wine that flowed freely, as if the glasses refilled themselves by magic. Corbeau pushed back his chair and rose from the table.

“Shall we review your days assignment in the photo lab over our after dinner brandy Miss Adams.”

It was not so much a question as a statement of fact. Corbeau led his young protégé to his lab, brandy in hand and to light table.

“Your negatives my dear.”

Jean Corbeau picked up a loop and examined each of the shots Lily had taken that day. In his other hand he held a red grease pencil. He drew angry red “X” through all but two of Lily’s negatives.

“These two are worth printing and a closer look.”

Corbeau handed Lily the two negatives and instructed her to print each as an 8x10 matte finished photograph. The first was a shot of the enchanted glen and the tempting little pool where Lily had her encounter with her wolf. The second was of her wolf, the shot that Lily had gotten just before he disappeared into the woods after.

“Are you blushing Miss Adams?”

Her Master enquired knowing well what had pasted between her and the wolf in that glen by that shimmering pool.

“This one is the best Miss Adams, the composition is good, and you have caught the hunger in the beast’s eyes, the hunger to devour and feast on his pray.”

Oh how he loved toying with the innocent young beauty, the way her crimson blush turned scarlet.

“As for the rest they are at best mundane and uninspired. The problem Miss Adams is you are trying to shoot what you know is there rather than what you see.”

Jean picked up his own 35mm single reflex digital camera with a 70mm to 210mm macro telephoto lens.

“Here let me show you Lily.”

It was one of the few times he had called her by her christen name.

“Lean against the chair.”

Jean instructed his young protégé. He took only a couple of quick shots then paused, a scowl on his face.

“You have been before the camera before haven’t you Lily?”

 

[BlondeAmbition4RP]

Lily had been both excited and nervous as she had handed the negatives over to Monsieur Corbeau, eager to find out what he thought of the photographs she had taken for her first assignment from him. Her heart began to fall however as he brought out the red grease pen and one by one began to mark an X through each shot... all except two.

A blush tinted her cheeks when she noted the two he had chosen, bringing back to her the memories of the wolf she had followed and the glen he had lead her to, and then all that had transpired between them that afternoon. She still didn't know what to make of the exchange, of the things that the wolf had done to her and of the sensations that he had been awoken within her. A look of embarrassment crossed over her features as Corbeau noted the blush, and then again as he commented on the look of 'hunger' in the wolf's eyes that she'd captured in the picture, and she quickly tried to push all thoughts of what had transpired in the glen out of her mind for the time being and focus on the Master's lesson.

She was confused about his comment of her needing to shoot 'what you see' and was grateful when he offered to show her what he meant, quickly moving towards the chair upon his instruction and leaning against it slightly. He began to take a few photos of her, but then suddenly stopped.

“You have been before the camera before haven’t you Lily?”

"For a photo shoot?" she asked before shaking her head slightly in reply, "No Monsieur, I am always the one taking the photos."

In truth she felt a little awkward about it now. Other than quick snap shots with family and friends she was always the one behind the camera lens, not in front of it.

 

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“You have been before the camera before haven’t you Lily?”

"For a photo shoot?" she asked before shaking her head slightly in reply, "No Monsieur, I am always the one taking the photos."

“Ahh.”

Was his simple replied a look of disbelief or concern marred Jean’s features. He paused as if in reflection then a smile bowed his lips.

“Well then Miss Adams it is high time that you were. A photographer can learn much from being in front of the lens. Now lean back against the chair again.”

Click the camera’s shuttered softly whispered.

“Bare your leg Miss Adams.”

Click He was the Master, he was in command.

“Very nice Miss Adams come in see.”

Corbeau held up his 35mm digital camera, so Lily could see the three shots. The first was perfectly framed everything in focus but was nothing more than a picture of a pretty young girl in a sexy evening gown. The second was focused only on Lily’s face, her honey blonde hair a golden halo frame her angelic face. She was the perfect picture of youthful innocence and yet there was a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. The last focused on Lily’s leg and thigh, her face and upper body just slightly out of focus drawing the viewer’s eye to the girl’s shapely leg.

“But we deal in Action photograph Miss Adams.”
Jean Corbeau picked up a remote and pressed a button. The strains of soft sultry Jazz music filled the air and played at the edge of the girl’s senses.

“Move with the music Miss Adams.”

Click, click, click the camera shutter sensual whispered to the young beauty.

“Kick off your shoes Miss Adams.”

Lily moved with a naturally sensual fluid grace as her hips swayed to the music.

Click, click, click

“Run your fingers through your hair Lily.”

Click, click, click the seductive whisper of the shutter called to the young girl

“Loosen your top and let it fall to your waist Lily.”

Jean Corbeau waited to see if the young beauty would obey his command. He knew one thing for sure Miss Lily Adams would not be leaving this evening still a virgin.

 

[BlondeAmbition4RP]

Lily had peered over Corbeau's shoulder to peer at the first three shots he had taken of her, looking over them and how he had focused the second and third on specific aspects of her body and expression instead of just photographing her pose like he had in the first shot. She was beginning to understand now what he had meant about her needing to photograph what she saw instead of just what she knew was there.

When he announced that he wanted to take some action shots and turned on some music for her to move to she happily complied, eager to see what other kind of advice her new teacher might have for her. She kicked off her heels at his instruction and moved about the room to the soft sound of the sultry jazz music, the white fluid silk of her gown swirling around her with each graceful movement.

“Run your fingers through your hair Lily.”

Feeling more at ease in front of the lens now she smiled at him and reached up to let loose the twist in her hair, her now dry waves falling loose around her bare shoulders as she reached up again and ran her fingers through them while the soft sound of the shutter whispered at her.

“Loosen your top and let it fall to your waist Lily.”

Lily paused in her movements and looked over at Corbeau, the formerly playful look in her eyes turning to one of hesitation and worry. She had no desire to offend or disappoint her mentor, she'd heard that nudity was far less taboo in Europe than in America and was very common, but she had never been even partially nude in front of a man before and wasn't sure how she felt about doing so.

"I... I'm not certain if I can Monsieur," she replied with a blush.

 

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“Run your fingers through your hair Lily.”

Click, click, and click the seductive whisper of the shutter called to the young girl. There was a natural, sensual, and a seductive, fluid grace the way that Lily moved and loosed her flowing golden main fall about her shoulders, the way she shook her head and the ran her fingers through her hair letting it dip from her fingertips as if it were molten gold.

“Loosen your top and let it fall to your waist Lily.”

Lily silently gasped, the sultry Music still wrapped around Lily delicious young body, it still called to that dark something that Molsum had awaken in her, She hesitated;

"I... I'm not certain if I can Monsieur,"

She replied with a crimson blush. Jean Corbeau laid his camera aside for a moment, his body was pressed to Lily’s, his hands slid up her arms, over her shoulders and to the nape of her slender neck. His eyes held Lily’s azure blue eyes captive in his unblinking eyes, with a snap of his fingers the yoke of Lily’s dress parted. As Jean stepped back and picked up his camera, the white silken materials cascaded down the sensual curves of lily’s torso to hang down around her trim little waist. The blushing young beauty was bared to the waist her firm young breast, in no need of a bra, her pale pink rosebud nipples were taunt as Jean’s camera once more seductively whispered to Lily, Click, click, click

“Move with the music Miss Adams.”

Click, click, click Jean Corbeau camera caught each sensual and seductive move as Lily swayed to the music. Jean waited until Lily Adams was once more lost in the sultry strains of the music. He set the strobes of the studio and preset camera on automatic, then laid his camera aside. Click, click, click Corbeau came to Lily as the wolf Molsum had come to her earlier in the day. His body pressed to her back, his arms enfolded the young golden beauty’s waist, and his body moved with hers to the strains of the sultry Jazz music. Click, click, click the soft metallic whisper of Lily’s gown’s zipper whispered to the young beauty as Jean eased it down, his hands eased the material of her evening gown over the swell of her swaying hips, to cascade down Lily’s long sculptured legs to pool around her trim little ankles. Click, click, click Lily Adams now swayed to the music in nothing but her lacey little panties and stocking and garters. Corbeau steeped out of the frame.

“Miss Adams remove your stockings”

Click, click, click

There was one more command for his sweet little lamb.

“Miss Adams remove your panties my dear.”

 

[BlondeAmbition4RP]

Lily watched with bated breath as Corbeau set his camera aside and approached her, his eyes fixed upon her and making her go still just as the wolf's eyes upon her had done earlier that day. She felt the heat rise within her cheeks as her thoughts flashed back to what had happened back in the glen earlier that day and she blushed. She stood there transfixed as he came and pressed his body up against hers, that different kind of heat that had been awoken in her before beginning to rise up within her again now as he held her gaze with his and she felt his hands sliding up over the bare skin of her arms and to her neck.

His unclasping of her halter was so quick that she hadn't even registered it until he was stepping back from her again and she felt the smooth silk of the fabric slipping down her flesh and then hanging loose around her waist. She felt her blush deepen, but strangely enough she did not try to turn or conceal herself from him in any way. Instead she simply watched him as he picked up again and she once more heard the soft click of the shutter as the sultry music continued to wash over her.

“Move with the music Miss Adams.”

She complied, beginning to sway and move to the music as she had before. Slowly she grew more comfortable again, shutting her eyes and letting herself get swept up in the melody until she was completely lost in it, her hips swaying softly. Then suddenly she felt Corbeau joining her, his body pressed up to her from behind and moving in unison with hers as his arms wrapped around her waist. They swayed together as she heard the soft sound of him pulling her zipper down, felt as he pushed the fabric down past her hips and it drifted down to the ground, and yet she did nothing to stop it, did not even pause in her dancing.

What on earth had gotten into her?

“Miss Adams remove your stockings”

Her heart beat quickening within her chest, she bent down and loosened her stockings from her garters before sliding them down her long graceful legs and adding them to the pile of fabric that was her dress.

“Miss Adams remove your panties my dear.”

She paused, her breath catching in her throat in another silent gasp as he asked her to remove the last little bit of clothing that was the only thing keeping her from being completely nude before him. She almost refused, but then she looked into his eyes and felt a small shiver run down her spine in response.

Slowly, she reached down and hooked her fingers into the waist of her panties, pulling them down past the curve of her hips and then letting them fall down to her feet.

 

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Corbeau savored the feel of Lily’s supple young body as it moved against his. The sensual sway of her hips as she danced, lost to the sultry jazz strains of the music that enfolded her body and soul. Such a sweet little lamb, so young, and innocent he thought as he eased the zipper of her evening gown down. The seductive little show this young innocent preformed by the simple act of removing her stocking pleased him. Then came that moment when Lily’s heart beat quickened, the sweet crimson blushed that tinged her flawless cheeks tinged her most delightful shade of pink from her little button nose to the tips of her toes. Her breath quickened as he softly commanded “Miss Adams remove your panties my dear.”

Corbeau savored that moment as his sweet young victim paused, her breath catching in her throat, the way her moist ripe lips “O”ed in a silent gasp as he asked her to remove that last little bit of silken lace, that was Lily’s last bit of modesty, before she would stand before him in all her youthful naked glory. Jean watched as Lily hesitated, the indignant flash in the depths of her clear blue eyes as she almost refused him. Lily’s soft azure blue eyes were drawn to his golden hazel eyes, Jean saw the small shiver ran down her spine in response to his gaze. His black heart soared as the young innocent slowly reached down and hooked her fingers into the waist of her panties, pulling them down past the curve of her hips and then letting them fall down to her feet. She was indeed a beautiful creature, one that the wolf Molsum had enjoyed and one that the man Corbeau would now enjoy now.

Lily Adams was lost in a surrealistic world where those hypnotic sultry jazz strains wrapped around her young mind and soul and seemed to caresses her supple young body. The room had become dark, Lily could see her own naked body in the flash of the studio’s strobes, hear the soft seductive click, click, click, click of the cameras’ shutters as they caught her in all her naked glory. As in a dream she saw the Master clothed, and flash by flash his clothing seemed to disappear, until he was as naked as she was. His body strong and yet scared with the signs of long fought battles written on his flesh. With each brilliant flash of searing whit light he came closer. The heat of his body caressed her, he was standing before her, his body pressed to hers, his arms enfolded her as he drew her to him, his lips sensually, seductively brushed her as he breathed a single word, Dance.

Jean’s hips rolled to Lily Adam’s as the music once more engulfed the young golden beauty, his thigh pressed to her sweet young pussy and the hard ridge of his cock pressed to the flat plain of Lily’s abdomen. Falling, falling, no she was not falling but was being eased down to the luxurious caress of fur. A kiss brushed Lily’s moist ripe “O”ed lips, demanding entry into her sweet young mouth as her wolf had done in that enchanted glen. Kisses so light, so seductive, like the caress of a butterfly’s wing seemed to float down the sensual curve of her slender neck, explore the silken perfection of her creamy ivory skin, the firm contours of her breasts and taunt little rosebud nipples as her wolf’s tongue had. His golden hazel eyes looked up from between Lily’s soft velvet thighs his hot breath once more washing over her labia, her wolf had come for her again and yet it was not Molsum the wolf but the Master, Monsieur Corbeau, who now lowered his head to feast upon her sweet dewy innocence.