The Hunter and the Hunted

Lily stood mesmerized as she watched Corbeau's clothing disappear bit by bit with each flashing of the strobe lights, then continued to stand transfixed as he made his way towards her. A strange feeling of deja vu suddenly hit her, the look in Corbeau's hazel eyes as he stalked towards her reminding her exactly of the look in the wolf's eyes as he had cornered her back into the pool in the glen earlier that day.

Then he was upon her, the heat of his naked body as it pressed against her own making her heart leap up into her throat as he drew her close and brushed his lips against her as he commanded her to dance. She obliged and began to sway her hips to the music again, his arms still around her. She felt her pulse race as he join her, his hips moving along with hers as she lost herself in the sensual strands of music floating around the room, another gasp escaping her as she felt his thigh against her pussy and his cock pressed against her stomach.

He lowered her then, reminding her of how the wolf had made her lie down in the glen, only instead of soft moss against your back this time is was the caress of silky fur that she felt against her skin. A kiss upon her lips followed, then more elsewhere. She felt as if Corbeau was reenacting her encounter with he wolf only in reverse, starting at her lips and then slowly working his way down as he explored her body with his skilled lips and tongue until she moaned softly and shifted restlessly against the furs with anticipation as she felt her nipples harden and a dewy moisture grow between her legs.

Feeling him parting her legs wider she glanced down and was met with the sight of his golden eyes looking up to meet her own, the look of hunger in their depths perfectly mirroring the way that the wolf had looked at her earlier that day and sending a shiver down her spine in response. Even the shade of their eyes seemed similar! Before she had time to dwell on it further however he lowered his mouth upon her and all thoughts seemed to vanish as she once more found herself being overcome by pleasure beyond her wildest imagination.

Just like with the wolf, she soon found herself squirming and whimpering with need, only this time she had an idea of what it was that she was in need of. She moaned, her body arching and pressing her pussy upwards against Jean's mouth as her hands reached gown to grip his shoulders, knowing that he could give her the sweet release that she could feel just within reach.
 
The man came to her with the same fluid grace of the wolf. It was if the two were one, but of course that was impossible. His golden hazel eyes never left lily’s soft azure blue eyes but held those stunning expressive eyes, the mirror of her young innocent soul, captive in their gaze. Lily could feel him parting her long sculptured legs wider, her soft blue eyes glanced down and were met with the sight of his golden hazel eyes looking up to meet her own smoldering gaze. There was a look of hunger in their depths, perfectly mirroring the way that the wolf had looked at her earlier that day and that look of hunger and lust send a shiver down Lily’s spine in response. Before she had time to dwell on it further however he lowered his mouth upon her and all thoughts seemed to vanish as she once more found herself being overcome by pleasure beyond her wildest imagination.

Young, innocent Lily Adams buck thrashed and whether Jean Corbeau’s talented tongue. He granted his little innocent lamb but a single orgasm. Time and again he brought Lily tittering to the edge of the abyss, time and again he let the unimaginable pleasure she had just tasted slip from her grasp until Lily’s soft blue eyes shimmered with unshed tears of frustration. It was then that Jean sensually, seductively, kissed his way up his hapless innocent young victim’s gorgeous young body and he softly whispered,

“More?”

His teeth grazed Lily’s earlobe, the velvet tip of his cock brushed Lily’s moist sweet virgin folds.

“Do you desire More Miss Adams?”

Jean’s lips brushed Lily’s “O”ed lips with each word he spoke.

“What will you deny me Miss Adams?”

And then again that one simple word that held Lily’s fate in its simplicity.

“MORE”
 
Lily's soft gasps and moans of delight as Corbeau brought her to orgasm quickly turned to groans and whimpers of need as he continued to pleasure her with his skillful tongue but would not allow her to tip over the edge again. Tears began to form in her eyes, her body aching with its need for the release that she knew he could give her. She didn't understand; why was he withholding it from her?!

Then he began to kiss his way back up her body, making her whimper again in response as her body writhed beneath him. She heard him ask with a whisper if she wanted more and responded with another whimper as his teeth grazed her earlobe followed by a soft gasp as she felt the tip of his cock brushing against her. Again he asked if she wanted more, sending a shiver down her spine as his lips brushed against hers.

“What will you deny me Miss Adams?”

She wasn't certain if she understood the question, but as he spoke that word MORE to her again she found herself pressing her body upwards against his own in response.

"More...," she breathed back, her lips brushing against his now with the word as her desire filled eyes gazed pleadingly up into his own, "Yes Monsieur, please..."

Her hands came up to cradle his face with a caress, threading her fingers back into the silvered hair at his temples.

"I want more."
 
“What will you deny me Miss Adams?”

Corbeau love the look of smoldering desire that he saw in Lily’s soft eyes and knew that she was his to do with as he wished.

"More...,"

Lily gasped as her luscious young body arched to his seeking what she desired, her smoldering azure blue eyes eloquently pleaded for More as Jean kept her tittering of the edge of that sweet dark abyss. He fingers slid through the silver hair at his temples, he could feel the heat of her young body as it pressed to his and she breathed;

"I want more."

That sweet innocent angelic voice begging for the pleasure that her young gorgeous body now craved. Jean’s hands slid up Lily’s arms, his fingers interlaced with hers and he stretched her arms above her golden head. The velvet head of his iron cored cock pressed to Lily’s virgin folds, his mouth captured hers in a dark sensual kiss that lingered and deepened, a kiss to sear her innocent young soul.

click, click, click each step of Lily’s seduction was caught by the unblinking eye of the camera, and illuminated by a pure flash of white light from the strobes. Slowly Jean gave Lily the More she had so ardently begged for, pausing from time to time to let her innocent young body adjust to him as he claimed her, until that velvet tip brushed Lily’s maiden head, the proof of her virginal innocence.

Yet he did not claim that sweet prize just yet. No instead he continued to tease her hungering young body until those soft azure blue eyes shimmered with tears of unfulfilled desire. Then he drew back his hips stilled, before plunged downwards to claimed Lily’s chaste innocence. His kiss swallowed the pain of Lily’s lost. He stilled as her body gripped his cock, then slowly, at first, his hips rolled to hers and that flash of pain at her lost innocence, slowly became a dull ache. That dull ache soon became a fire that spread through every fiber of her delicious young body as Jean’s tempo increased to a blinding crescendo and granted Lily’s soft desperate pleading for MORE. When Lily came nothing in her young life had prepared her for the pleasure that engulfed her.
 
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Arms stretched above her head and eyes still hazy with need, Lily had gasped as Jean had begun to push inside her, the sound of it muffled as his mouth captured hers with a soul searing kiss that made her whimper in response. The camera continued to click away, the light of the strobes flashing, but she hardly even registered them now as he slid deeper within her.

He took his time, continuing to tease her until once more tears of frustration glimmered within the pools of her eyes, her body trying to arch upwards against him in a wordless plea for the 'more' that he had promised her. Then all at once he pulled back and pushed completely into her, causing a sudden flash of pain that made her cry out in surprise, though the sound was swallowed by his mouth as he continued to kiss her.

The pain quickly dulled as he stilled himself before slowly beginning to move within her, then it faded away entirely as his tempo gradually increased and was replaced instead with delicious new sensations that left her gasping and writhing beneath him as he set her body aflame until finally she cried out loudly with her release, her hands gripping tightly to his own and her body tensing as she spiraled over the edge into oblivion.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over, the sensation only heightened by the feel of him inside her as her body clenched and clenched around him. For a moment she thought she saw stars, though maybe it was just the flashing of the lights still, she no longer could tell.

"Oh my god..." she breathed as she began to coast back down to earth and was able to find words again, chest rising and falling as he struggled to regain her breath.
 
Jean Corbeau, true to his nature, dominated the young beauty. He was the Alpha and it was his right and his duty to breed the young beauty, to take her virginity, by right of conquest, and that is what he did. He took Lily, held her captive to his will, her arms stretched above her head as his body pressed to hers, as he seduced the young innocent into surrendering her innocence to him for the promise of more. Oh he gave the little human beauty more as he ripped a series of soul searing orgasms from her delicious young body. Each had built on the one before until Lily was spent and exhausted and lay beneath Corbeau gasping for breath. "Oh my god..." she managed to gasp as her eyes fluttered closed as she basked in the warm afterglow of her latest orgasm.

Her head rested on his chest as she purred her satisfaction like a naughty kitten. And slowly feel asleep in her master’s arms. As the innocent young girl slept he wondered if she knew what she had done, how she had fallen from grace in search for that illusive more. Oh she may have only taken her first step in to the dark world that promised such sweet sexual pleasures that until that moment she had Known nothing of. She slept on in innocent bliss.

That night her wolf came to her again in her dreams. He came for her, and yet as she reached for him her hands seemed to pass though him and he seemed to be future away from her. Lily woke with a start, her blanket clutched to her chest. It was just after dawn, the black sky of night giving way to the gray sky of the coming day. She was lost in her memories of the night before, the smell of the Master’s, the press of his naked body to her naked body, as he had taken her innocence.

Then she heard that howl, a howl of loss, and a howl of betrayal. Something told Miss Adams that she must answer that howl, that call of her wolf. Dressing in a hurry she rushed out to once more climb the mountain behind Château De Loup to the grotto where she had last seen him.
 
Lily had jumped slightly within her bed at the first sound of the wolf's howl, her mind still swimming with the memories of her dream of the wolf and of the night before with Jean Corbeau. She looked around her in confusion.

"Monsieur?..." she called out quietly, wondering where he had gone.

The last thing she remembered was falling asleep with her head upon his chest. Was he still asleep in his own room? When had he brought her back to her room from his work room? She wondered if she should try to find him, though she wasn't even sure where exactly his bedroom was in the sprawling mansion.

Then the howl came again, pulling her out of her thoughts and making her heart ache at the sound of loss and betrayal in its tone. Somehow she knew without a shadow of a doubt that it was the same wolf, her wolf. The one that had lead her to the grotto the day before. It was like he was calling to her, and though she did not understand why she felt compelled to obey.

Rising from her bed, she dressed quickly in an outfit similar to the one that she had worn the day before for her trek and grabbed her small pack of supplies before making her way outside and beginning her ascent up the mountain to the last place she had seen the wolf. The hike was still taxing, though not as much as the day before now that she knew where exactly it was that she was going. Finally arriving at the grotto she set her backpack down at her feet and looked around, trying to spy some sign of him.
 
The day was hot in the high valley above Château De Loup. Unseen eyes watched as Lily made her way from the Château and up the mountain side. As the day before her tank top was soaked with sweat and her sturdy canvas short chaffed her soft velvet thighs. He would watch her and then silently raced ahead his mournful cry calling her onward towards that shade cool grotto.

Lily finally arriving at the grotto, she set her backpack down at her feet and looked around, trying to spy some sign of him. Several minutes went by before her wolf step from the shadows of the forest. His dark amber eyes met hers. It was if they could see right through her, as if he knew that she had given her virginity to a man. He took a step forward and then stopped. His eyes held hers captive as he took another step forward. A low growl issued from deep within his chest, as if to say how could you. Then he took another step and Lily could feel his hot moist wash over the velvet skin of her inner thigh. That long rough tongue snaked out to lick that sweet soft flesh. Slowly her worked higher till he was licking her pussy through her short.

Suddenly he stopped and took three steppes backwards and he glared at her. It was easy to see that he was growing impatient with her. He stepped to her and tugged at her shorts, as he had the day before there was no doubt what he wanted, he wanted her to remove her clothes, to strip naked as she had yesterday. Again he stepped back from her his amber golden eyes holding the young honey blonde’s eyes captive as he waited for her to obey.
 
Just as before Lily felt as if she was frozen in place as the wolf's eyes met hers and stared straight through her soul, pinning her feet to the ground where she stood as he moved slowly towards her. Then his warm, wet tongue flicked out and began to trail higher and higher up her inner thigh, making goose-flesh break out across her skin. His tongue reached her pussy, licking at it through the canvas shorts that she wore, and she gasped in response. He stepped back from her then, glaring at her for a moment before stepping forward again and tugging at her shorts with his teeth, obviously indicating that he wanted her to remove them before stepping back again and holding her gaze captive again.

Once more she was struck by the wolf's odd behavior. This clearly was no ordinary animal. She hesitated, not certain if she should obey but worried about what he would do if she did not. He was obviously growing impatient with her. Would he just rip the clothes off of her if she did not do as he wished? Would he attack her? Thinking it best not to test the wolf's anger she decided to comply, slowly removing her clothes until she stood naked before him.
 
He stepped to Lily and tugged at her shorts, as he had the day before, there was no doubt what he wanted, he wanted her to remove her clothes, to strip naked as she had yesterday. Again he stepped back from her his amber golden eyes, so much like Monsieur Corbeau’s, held the young honey blonde’s eyes captive as he waited for her to obey. He watched her with the same intensity as Jean, yet there was an impatience in that gaze as her wolf seemed to boldly take in every sensual curve of her supple young body. He let that impatience show with another low rumbling growl that was felt as much as it was heard. Slowly, with trembling fingers, Lily Adams began to strip for him.

He watched as her shirt dropped to the ground. The way she reached down and drew her tank top over her head, leaving her honey blonde hair in wild disarray. Lily’s bra joined the rest of her discarded clothing. The young girl hesitated, he could smell her fear, was that excitement that he also smelt? Another low growl and a step forwards and Lily wiggled out of her shorts and her little lace panties followed. She stood naked before him the sun light of late morning bathing her in its warm glory.

The wolf was his natural form but the man within could not help wondering if Lily knew just how arousing her little striptease was or how truly beautiful she was. He chased the though from his mind, the man had had her know the wolf would take his pleasure from her gorgeous young body after all she was just a daughter of Eve.

He closed the distance between them his golden amber eyes held her soft smoldering eyes as he thrust his muzzle between her legs and again began to lick her delicious young pussy. He would keep the torment up until he had ripped several cascading orgasms from the young honey blonde beauty. Until she collapsed on to her hands and knees and then he would make her his little human bitch.
 
As the wolf watched her slowly removing her clothes there was something about the way that he looked at her that nagged at Lily's mind, making her think back to the night before when she had done the same for Monsieur Corbeau at his request. The intensity of his gaze, even the shade of his amber eyes, mirrored the Master's... though the wolf was much more impatient with her than Jean had been the night before.

Almost immediately after she had finished removing her clothes the wolf closed the small distance between them and buried his muzzle between her legs, licking and tormenting her pussy with his long wet tongue as those golden eyes looked up at her... eyes far too aware to belong to just an ordinary wolf.

"What are you?..." she breathed, gasping at the sensations that he was stirring between her legs and trying to back away from him before another low growl kept her in her place.

Already she could feel her first orgasm quickly approaching in response to the skill of his tongue, her legs trembling slightly beneath her. Soon she could not longer hold it back and she felt it rip through her, making her cry out and her entire body shake. She managed to keep her feet, but found herself stumbling forward a bit before catching herself, one of her palms resting atop the wolf's head.

"Please, stop..." she gasped, her body now sensitive as he continued his fervent licking.

But the wolf was relentless, not pausing even a moment as he drew forth first one and then another mind shattering orgasm from Lily until her words fell away and were replaced by moans of pleasure that rang out into the mountainside. Eventually her body could endure it no longer, her legs buckling and giving out beneath her until she collapsed down onto her hands and knees before him.
 
He had no mercy on this sweet young human beauty but tormented her with the sensual caress of his long, thick, tongue. Lily was lost, she whimpered “What are you?..." Her hand reached out and she steadied herself as her fingers clutched at his rough, coarse fur, she could feel her first orgasm quickly approaching in response to the skill of his tongue, her legs trembling slightly beneath her. When her climax finally could no longer be denied and she came hard. Lily felt it rip through her, making her cry out in shameful ecstasy and her entire body shaking.

"Please, stop..." Lily gasped even as the intoxicating dark musky sent of her arousal filled his nostrils and he knew that despite her protests she was his. He had ripped a soul searing orgasm from young Miss Adams. He was relentless, as her ripped from her gorgeous young body a series of cascading orgasms, each building on the last until nearly spent she collapsed onto her hands and knees. Her wolf, with his mussel buried in Lily’s delicious little pussy he continued to feast on the young honey blonde beauty’s innocence.

When Lily was nearly delirious with her need to come again he backed off and then he mounted her. His fore legs wrapped around Lily’s trim little waist, she could feel his hot, moist cock brush her velvet thigh, then his hips began to move, his cock seeking the soft delicate folds. A low growl seemed to command the girl to come to him, to press back her sweet young hips and embrace the carnal pleasure that he was offering her. That growl called to the young human beauty to surrender to him completely, to become his little human bitch. The only question was would she embrace the sinful pleasure that he offered or would she try and fight the fate that the wolf and the man Jean Corbeau had planned for her.
 
Even when Lilly had fallen to the ground he had not relented, continuing to pleasure and torment her with his tongue and bringing her to the edge once more until she was delirious with need, her mind clouded and her body consumed with the all consuming ache for its next release. It was then that she felt him climb atop her, her mind hardly contemplating what was going on at first until she felt his cock brushing against her thigh and moving towards her folds. She groaned softly, the sensation reminding her of her night with Corbeau just the day before.

She heard the wolf's growl and somehow understood its command, felt the pull within her for her to press back and surrender to him. In the back of her hazy mind she knew that she should try to resist, but the pull was just too strong and the promise of the release that her body so desperately craved just too great.

Slowly she shifted and pressed back against him.
 
That growl called to the young human beauty to surrender to him completely, to become his little human bitch. The only question was would she embrace the sinful pleasure that he offered or would she try and fight the fate that the wolf and the man Jean Corbeau had planned for her. Lily heard the wolf's growl and somehow understood its command, felt the pull within her, for her to press back, and surrender to him. It was sinful what this creature wanted from her, it was unnatural, and yet she found her supple young body desired, no longed, for the physical release that that gorgeous young body craved. Slowly she shifted and pressed back against him.

He howled his triumph as the young human beauty pressed back to him. His red hot cock pressed into the soft folds of her pussy. His body molded to hers, as his cock sunk deeper and deeper into Lily’s chaste young body. He took her, she had surrendered her gorgeous supple young body to him, and now he would claim her and make Miss Lily Adams his bitch.

His haunches drove his cock deep into the young girl. He slammed into her, his balls slapping against her thigh, his claws dug into her waist, and his hot moist breath stirred the stray hairs at the nape of Lily’s neck. Then as her wolf fucked, her he nipped at her neck and shoulder encouraging her to become an active participant in her own defilement. Then something very strange began to happen her wolf’s knot began to swell locking them together as lovers. Her wolf could not pull from her, nor she from him. It was if nature itself wanted her to bear his pups, but that of course was impossible, but did not keep him from pounding into her. Locked together She was slowly becoming his little human bitch.
 
Lily flinched slightly in surprise at the sudden howl that rang out over her from the wolf, though her own moan quickly rose up to join it as his cock pressed into her. There was no flash of pain like the night before, her maidenhood gone there was only pleasure now as he sank deeper and deeper into her until he filled her completely.

He began to move, his claws holding her to him as he drove his cock deeply into her over and over, making her moan out again in response as pleasure overwhelmed her already sensitive body. She felt his hot breath against her neck, then nips at her neck and shoulder urging her on and she began to move and push back against him, meeting his thrusts as he drove into her.

Then something that she had not encountered the night before began to happen. She felt a part of him continue to swell within her, locking them in place and limiting her movements so that she could not pull herself away. Not that she would have wanted to at that point, lost in pleasure as she was. Her body had already been so on the edge before, so ready for release, that she could already feel it tensing and quivering as he pounded into her.

"Oh god!!..." she cried out with a loud moan as her orgasm claimed her, her body clenching tight around the wolf's cock as she came.
 
"Oh god!!..." she cried out with a loud moan as her orgasm claimed her, her body clenching tight around the wolf's cock as she came. Her wolf continued to pound into her deliciously tight little pussy, his white hot scalding cum flooded her fertile young womb and still they were locked together by his knot. He came three more times before his knot began to shrink and he pulled from Lily leaving her lying on the carpet of moss that covered the floor of the grotto.

Perhaps thirty minutes had passed, it could have been more, or it could have been less when Her Wolf came to Lily again. He nudged her with his mussel, licked her pussy with his tongue, he let her know that he wanted her again and that he would not take no for an answer. He positioned his little human bitch and then he mounted her again. He took Lily three more times that afternoon. The sun was low on the horizon when he finally left her. When he left the girl in that cool shadowed grotto he had taken her shirt and tank top with him leaving only Lily’s shorts behind for her long walk back to the Château, just one more little humiliation for his little human bitch.

The sun had sunk below the horizon as Lily approached Château and there was Jean standing on the Terrace. “I see you have been exploring the area Miss Adams……….” He smiled to himself as he watched her and knew she must be blushing.”……….very daring to go exploring topless Miss Adams.” A wicked smile bowed his lips.
 
By the time the wolf had finished with her completely and left the grotto, Lily was laying once more on the moss carpeted ground completely spent from all the mountings he had given her that day and all the times she had came. She wanted to just lay there and rest a while longer, but the sun was already growing low and she knew she must head back to the Chateau now or risk it becoming too dark for her to find her way back through the trees.

She wet over to the small pool of water and gave herself a quick wash, rinsing away the wolf's seed that trickled from her filled pussy and down her thighs, then moved back over to where her shorts lay on the ground and pulled them on. It was only then that she noticed that her shirt and tank top were no where to be found. The wolf must have taken them! A deep blush filled her cheeks as she realized that she would have to walk back to the Chateau without them.

She had prayed to every deity that she could think of all the way down the mountain that somehow she would go unspotted until she'd been able to make it back to her room and dress for dinner, but had no such luck as just as she was approaching the Chateau she heard none other but the Master himself call down to her from the terrace.

“I see you have been exploring the area Miss Adams………………very daring to go exploring topless Miss Adams.”

Another deep blush filled her cheeks as she quickly crossed her arms over her chest to cover herself.

"I had one Monsieur, but I... I lost it," she told him as she wondered if people truly could die of embarrassment.
 
“I see you have been exploring the area Miss Adams………………very daring to go exploring topless Miss Adams.”

Jean could sense the deep blush that colored Lily’s cheeks and saw her cross her arms over her breasts trying to shield her nakedness from him in the gather gloom of evening. He could hear the deep embarrassment in her sweet angelic voice as she stammered "I had one Monsieur, but I... I lost it," her voice trailed off as she lowered her head and voice.

“Really Miss Adams………How did you lose your shirt?..........were you frolicking in the woods,………..communing with nature?” He questioned the young beauty, keeping her from fleeing to her room. Then his voice became, more serious, “I must say I approve, come here Miss Adams.” Jean was standing in a pool of light from the house on the terrace. Lily still had her arms crossed over her bare breasts. Jean took the young blondes delicate wrists in his hands, “You should not be ashamed of your beauty Miss Adams.” As he spoke his dark amber gold eyes held her soft azure blue eyes captive in his gazes, as he slowly forced her hands down and behind her back. The action forced Lily’s back to arch, and to thrust her bared breasts up and out displaying them to his view perfectly.

“You are quite Beautiful Miss Adams.” His lips were now just a breath away from Lily’s, she could feel his hot moist warm breath wash across her face. “ Remove your shorts my dear.” His voice was darkly seductive with the unmistakable note of command to it. His hands slipped from hers and he took a step back leaving Lily alone in that little pool of light.
 
“Really Miss Adams………How did you lose your shirt?..........were you frolicking in the woods,………..communing with nature?”

Lily felt her blush deepen at the double meaning of Monsieur Corbeau's words, almost as if he had known what exactly she had been doing, but that would have been impossible... wouldn't it? Her path back into the chateau and to her room blocked, she kept her head lowered in embarrassment as he called her to him, but slowly lifted it as he took her wrists in his hands. Her soft blue eyes met his golden ones and once more she found herself transfixed.

“You should not be ashamed of your beauty Miss Adams.”

Her eyes still on his she felt him move her hands down and behind her back, watched as he took in her bared breasts now thrust out before him and felt her stomach quiver at the appreciation in his gaze and in his words as he spoke again.

“You are quite Beautiful Miss Adams.”

She felt the heat of his breath against her lips and unconsciously moistened them in response, preparing them for a kiss. Instead however he commanded her to remove her shorts and stepped away, leaving her alone in the small pool of light.

She felt compelled to obey the command but hesitated, worried that one of the house staff might see, though she hadn't noticed anyone other than him as she had approached. Nervously biting upon her bottom lip softly she finally relented, unfastening the waist of her shorts before slowly slipping them down her legs and to the ground before stepping out of them and straightening once more to gaze over at him as the light washed over her naked form.
 
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“You are quite Beautiful Miss Adams.” His lips were now just a breath away from Lily’s, she could feel his hot moist warm breath wash across her face. “ Remove your shorts my dear.”

What an adorable little thing Lily was as she moistens her lips, and stood on her tip toes subconsciously reading herself for a kiss. It was then that Jean Corbeau took a step backwards leaving the young honey blonde beauty hungering for that kiss. He left Lily standing alone in the glare of that pool of light. So like a little school girl she worried the sensual bow of her lip as she bit it. Lily hesitated for a minute and then slowly, shyly the young girl slowly unfastened the snap at the waist of her shorts before shyly slipping them down her long sculptured legs and to pool on the ground around her trim little ankles before stepping out of them and straightening once more to gaze over at him as the light washed over her naked form.

Jean had watched her shy little performance and lusted to take Lily right then and there and yet he reigned in his lust and in a passion choked voice commanded her to remove her shoes and socks. Lily now stood naked before him in nothing but her little lace panties blushing the most adorable shade of pink. It was then that Jean Corbeau closed the distance between them his lips crushed to hers in a savage kiss, his fingers tightly curled into Lily’s honey golden hair, and his tongue led hers in a dance was old as time its self. That kiss demanded all the young girl had to give and more. Yet Jean demanded more of her as his hand tightened in her silken mane, she could feel the coarse texture of his clothing against her skin, so like her wolf’s coarse hair against her naked flesh when he had taken her.

Slowly Corbeau broke the soul searing kiss and once more Lily’s soft smoldering azure blue eyes were held captive in his gaze. “ You will wear just a floor length skirt for dinner tonight Miss Adams as I wish to feast on your beauty. I wish you to be naked to the waist my dear.” Before Lily could speak Jean placed a single finger on her lips to silence any protest. Then he kissed her once more, leaving her breathless, and standing alone on the terrace in nothing but her little lace panties and the knowledge that she had lain with a beast that very afternoon.
 
The power of Jean's kiss as his lips had finally met Lily's had rocked the young woman down to her very core. Her eyes closed, a soft mewl like sound of need had escaped from the back of her throat as his fingers had tightened within her hair and their tongues danced with one another, her skin tingling in response to the feeling of his clothing brushing against her bare skin. As he slowly pulled his lips away from hers, she slowly opened her eyes and gazed up into his. Her own blue pools now darkened and smoldering with the desire he had ignited within her with his kiss.

“ You will wear just a floor length skirt for dinner tonight Miss Adams as I wish to feast on your beauty. I wish you to be naked to the waist my dear.”

His request shocked her and she opened her mouth to protest, but before she could speak he silenced her words by placing a finger upon her lips and then replaced the finger with his lips as he gave her another kiss, then all at once he was gone and she was left standing alone as she attempted to steady her breaths.

With a quick peek into the doorway to make sure the coast was clear, she quickly gathered up her things and hurried to her room to get ready for dinner before anyone could spot her. Once there she quickly showered and then dried her hair before moving over to her wardrobe to decide what she should wear for dinner. She bit her bottom lip again as she thought over the Master's instructions and was tempted to disobey them, but then decided against it. She didn't want to displease him, and besides she was in France. Bare breasts and nudity where far less taboo here than in the States, right? Though even here she highly doubted that having dinner half nude was far from common.

When the time for dinner had come, Lily arrived at the dinning hall attired in a lavender tulle floor-length skirt, her only other attire being a long necklace of clear sparkling crystals that she had found tucked away with other various dazzling adornments in a jewelry box in her room. Her hair she had left undone but had taken the time to curl, the soft golden tendrils falling loose and brushing across her bare skin.
 
Jean Corbeau could see the sock in Lily’s smoldering blue eyes at the suggestion that she wear nothing but a long skirt at dinner. He stilled any protest that she might have by placing a single finger to her full moist lips. As the ravishing young honey blonde stilled Jean kissed her again and all of her resistance seemed to evaporate in the sexual heat of that kiss. He loved the way that Lily surrendered to that kiss, and he toyed with her, his lips clung to her till the last possible moment. The young girl was left breathless standing alone. All that Lily had to preserve her modesty was a scandalous pair of lace panties.

Jean watched the young girl flee to her room from the deepening shadows of evening. Both the man and the wolf had sampled Lily Adams sweet charms, they had both seduced and had fucked her, and they had both seen that she had a deep need to submit, and a longing to please them. Jean idly wondered if Lily would appear naked to the waist for dinner as she had been commanded or would she rebel. It would not take him long to find out. The gong sounded promptly at eight.

Jean Corbeau smiled as Lily entered the dining room. She was dressed in a long lavender tulle floor-length skirt her only other attire being Givenchy-Crystal-Station-Necklace. Such an obedient little lamb Miss Lily Adams was as she stood before him naked to the waist. “You look stunning my dear Miss Adams.” His lips fleetingly brushed hers, giving the young beauty just a hint of pleasure. He could see that despite her embarrassment Lily had done as he had commanded.

They were both seated and yet there was nothing on the table. Jean clapped his hands and Batard entered with the first course of dinner. He let his eyes savor the sight of Lily’s bare breasts, her pale pink nipples, and her dusky pink areolas. Batard made it a point to brush her breasts every time he brought a new dish, or when he took away her plate. This overt sexual conduct continued throughout the seven course of the meal. Yet Corbeau never told the man to stop but simply continue his light conversation with Lily. He asked if she had enjoyed her ramble through the hills. Then came the question that she knew she feared. “Oh did you see that wolf again?”………….. Tell me Miss Adams how did you come to lose your shirt today?”
 
“You look stunning my dear Miss Adams.”

Lily had smiled at Jean's compliment despite the rosy blush tinting her cheeks and decolletage, tilting her dainty chin upwards to accept his all to brief kiss before the two of them made their way to the dinning table and were seated.

As Batard arrived with the meal's first course she couldn't help but notice the way that his eyes lingered on her breasts, nor the way that the back of his arm brushed against them as he put down her plate. At first she thought that this might have been an accident, but as the meal went on and it continued each time no matter how she shifted in her seat to attempt to avoid Batard's 'accidental' touches she could tell that he was doing it on purpose. How could Monsieur Corbeau not notice?! Surely he could not approve of such unprofessional behavior on the part of his staff.

She was just about to finally speak up and ask him to do something about the matter when he brought up the exact topic that she's prayed he would not.

“Oh did you see that wolf again?”………….. Tell me Miss Adams how did you come to lose your shirt today?”

"I...," she began, the blush that had seemed to tint her skin for the majority of the meal that evening deepening.

"I did see him... he... well he is actually how I lost my shirt," she explained, quickly racking her mind for an explanation other than the exact truth that would be believable.

"He stole it away from me while I was sunbathing in a grotto."
 
“Oh did you see that wolf again?”………….. Tell me Miss Adams how did you come to lose your shirt today?” The words had come some casually from his lips as he watched to see the reaction of the young beauty. "I did see him... he... well he is actually how I lost my shirt," He took a sip from his glass of brandy and let the girls hope rise that the subject was at an end. He watched as she explained quickly, her agile young mind racking for an explanation other than the exact truth that would be believable. "He stole it away from me while I was sunbathing in a grotto." She lied to Jean.

“Oh I am quite relieved Miss Adams………” He paused as he took another sip of brandy. “…….. I here tell that the wolves have taken indecent liberties with young beauties. Some say that the girls have even been seduced by them and have willingly lain with the beasts.” Again he took a long drag on his brandy and poured the blushing young beauty another stiff brandy. “I am sure you would never be tempted to lay with a beast Miss Adams.” Corbeau let his words hit her like a fist. He wondered if she would confess the terrible sin she had committed. He let the subject drop, and changed the subject.

“I have gone over your photos and as I have said your picture of the wolf is of the caliber of the work I expect of you Miss Adams.” He rose from his seat at the table and invited the young beauty to come to his studio. There laid out on the light table where the pictures of Lily seduction and her fall from grace, all were laid out before her. He critiques each of them in turn and then he looked at the bare breasted beauty. “I think you have as much to learn from being in front of the camera as behind it.”

He paused as if he was considering something. Then he turns to Lily, “I want you to pose for a series of erotic photos Miss Adams.” He gave the appearance that Lily had a choice, yet no matter what she said Lily would be taking her first steps into a world of sensuality and bondage.
 
Lily was shocked when Jean told her that she had not been the only one that the wolf had taken 'indecent liberties' with as he'd put it. Apparently it had happened so frequently with the wolves of the area that people had begun to tell stories about it... but that didn't make any sense.

The wolf that she'd encountered both times had definitely been no mere animal. Regular wolves were not capable of seducing a human. Couldn't Jean see that?!

She'd wanted to ask him more about the wolves and about what had been going on with them in the area to try to make some sense of it all, but when he commented that he was sure she could never be tempted in such a way she quickly grew quiet, blushing deeply and silently sipping her brandy until he switched the subject to photography and lead her into his studio. There she looked upon the light table in surprise as she saw that he'd laid out the pictures that had been captured of their coupling the night before. At his comment that he thought she could learn by being in front of the camera and that he would like for her to pose for a series of erotic photos for him, she turned to him in shock.

"I... I don't know if I could do something like that Monsieur," she replied apologetically, "In truth, in the moment with you last night I had forgotten about the presence of the cameras, and now seeing these pictures I'm not certain how I feel about their existence."
 
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