Thread: A Swift Beauty Meets a Slow Beast {darkest_fate&DeRe}

There was something disarming about Taylor's laugh that affected even the phlegmatic Prospero a little. It was a golden and luscious as the body it emanated from, a promise of summer afternoons and good friends. He felt it was a laugh of a young woman who had never known real grief or pain only an adolescent pantomime of them. The sensation was not quite that of innocence, but rather her living disbelief that anything horrible could happen to her. Beyond the cheerful tinkle of that laugh lay a bottomless black chasm she had glimpsed and feared, but she had no comprehension of how truly deep the darkness was. Watching her seemingly so free and youthful made Prosperso think of a succulent moist rosebud being crushed in this fist, and the sensation was more exquisite than even his fevered imagination had conceived. For a few moments he maintained a little trepidation about Caliban, hoping the hairy troglodyte would not ruin the game by forgetting his training and leaping upon Taylor there and then. Certainly, watching the blonde beauty in all her glory, he would have forgiven even a castrated monk's attempts to rape her, let alone the sex-maddened Caliban's. But Prospero's long, careful policy of carrot-and-stick was bearing a perfect fruit as the vile homunculus followed his master's earlier orders with studious discipline. He got an absolutely perfect shot of Taylor's tight little peaches as Caliban played with her pantyline and slapped the firm flesh. Despite a carefully toned tan his vivid red handprint stood out against her ivory skin, rarely exposed to the sun this much. A peal of spontaneous belly-laughter rolled out of Prospero at Taylor's shocked expression, and her sweet little yelp sent an electric tingle through his crotch. The flabby fiend was impressed at her sang-froid, especially as Caliban's abhuman penis suddenly swung into view. She was ever the professional, he reflected maintaining consummate self-control even in these trying circumstances. How long shall she last, I wonder, he thought with a giggle. Oh mon dieu , Miss Swift! His giggle was girlish and embarrassed, yet also forced and unnatural. It seems your colleague is a little too enthusiastic about working with a natural beauty like yourself! Such a fine specimen you are! Yes, he is controlled. Do not be afraid of his 'parts' as you so demurely call them! They are no danger to you! He intoned Not yet, at least, under his breath. Caliban leaped up onto a nearby flat rock, a bright yellow lizard scurrying away as the little man jigged on the hot stone. His bulbous, veiny sex swung about almost like a snake with a mind of its own, and his dark burning eyes remained fixed on Taylor's, every cell of his stunted being focused on total self-control. Scratching so rough on his thigh he drew blood, Caliban felt like his loins were burning coals and began trembling slightly. Like a primed weapon, he was about to explode at the merest touch. Please be a dear, Miss Swift, said Prospero in an oily voice, and replace Caliban's fur for him. You see, his arms, they are much too short. Kneel down before him there and tie it back on, now. Will make a great picture! He made sure every angle of the pair was covered - he did not want to miss a single frame of this. Please quickly now, we have a few more pictures to take!