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

The soft susurrous of jungle sounds was broken by the crunch of Prospero's shoes and the ragged gasps of Caliban. Sweating fiercely in the oven-like heat, the warped little man took breaths like short stabs, his flat nose twitching uncontrollably at Taylor's sweet scent. Prospero gripped his clammy hand tighter, feeling the cuts and calluses dug deep into the flesh. Easy now, my dear! We don't want to rush this! It has been some time in the planning, let us make the most of the entree before the feast begins, oui ? This is no careless tourist who has washed up on the wrong beach. Today, we are hunting unicorns. Caliban's curt, petulant grunt in reply was little more than an animal's emission to the untrained ear, but to his master and creator it was a veritable speech. Prospero could well understand his pet's lustful impatience. It had been over a year now since that yacht had become stranded on his island. The young, attractive crew had made highly appealing sport, and the last one had only just succumbed to her tortures a few months prior. But the thrill had been fleeting, and Prospero had been troubled by the peculiarly empty feeling that filled his bulbous frame afterwards. So he had begun to lay the designs for entrapping a prize that would be more than worth the effort. Now that they approached Taylor, her tight young sweat-speckled body glittering in the sun like an idol, he felt that the effort was more than worthwhile. If only grandfather could see such a Aryan amazon, eh Caliban? What a magnificent breeding specimen! Those legs alone are divine - not Canova - no, not even Raphael could do justice to them in marble. How strong they are! How hard they shall work! A smile twitched at the corners of his mouth like a dying fish trapped on a hook. Looking down at Caliban, he could see how the apeman was ambling in a rolling gait - evidence his oversized member was swelling fast and hard, and literally making it difficult for the distended freak to walk. The pair emerged onto the beach, eyes blinking quickly in the clear shimmering sunlight. Miss Swift! Prospero exclaimed softly, after she approached them. He noted with delight the expression of obvious disgust that suddenly covered her pretty face. Smiling like a lizard surveying a bug, he responded to her tentative query Yes, my darling! This is Caliban, one of our prize models. Perhaps not the Adonis you are used to, but a talent nonetheless, oui ? He took her hand with his free one and kissed it, quickly licking his tongue over the tips of her fingers before she could react. And I am Doctor Prospero, esteemed artist. I apologize for the absence of crew, but, uh...is all about privacy, yes? This is will a most daring shoot, and we do not need an unnecessary audience. Just professionals, oui ? All the while Caliban was ravishing her with his eyes. Barely a few feet away, his twitching and feverish excitement was quite plain. Gripping his hand tighter, Prospero continued. Well then, let us begin, eh? A playful chase to start, perhaps. I can activate everything with my little magic wand here- he tapped the remote in his pocket - so you can just let your creativity unleash, alright? Lots of jumping and running, lots of jiggling, let's see your beautiful form in full flight. Then, Caliban will ch-...uh, Caliban will pretend to chase you. Okay? Now Lumire ... Moteur ... Action !