Artist and Model part 12: Ceremony

Nicholas felt compelled to follow into the dark. Their actions and attitudes seemed to different that he thought he had entered some other fantastical world. He shrugged and followed. The narrow passage meandered. It smelled wet and briny. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he heard someone behind him, and he turned around to see who it was but felt a hand grab him out of the shadow and pull him along the path. Lily led him through the passage into a large room with an opening to the sky above his head. Seven large stones lay in a circle. He saw glyphs carved into each face. Moss covered one of the stones. The floor was covered in gravel and dried, sandy mud. Between two large stones, Nicholas could see, faintly in the dark, a deep alcove with a large shape obscured in the shadows.

Lily and Violet presented the book to Nicholas, unwrapping it from its yellow cloth. He reached out and grabbed the heavy book. The four women looked at him expectantly.

The sound of footsteps in the passage caught Nicholas’ attention, and he looked to see who would enter the room. Two tall, beautiful women entered, carrying a third, also bound with rope and blindfolded. They carefully put the bound woman on the ground.

Artis and Model part 11: Cave

“Helena? Helena!” He called out through the shop. Helena appeared at the entrance of the shop as he caught sight of the door. He walked briskly to her and stood close before her. She had a blank expression on her face.

“Nicholas, is something the matter? Do any reading?” Helena asked with a vacant smirk.

Nicholas grinned on one side of his mouth as he looked at her, leaned close to kiss her luscious lips. She kissed him back passionately, and he ran his hands all over her hour-glass body. Andonna joined them with the large book in her arms followed by Tamara.

“Well, you were right, Helena. He did possess the blood,” Andonna said. “He is standing after all!”

“When do we meet Violet and Lily?”

“Soon. I think they should be here by now,” Helena said.

“Good. I want a drink. Take me to that cafe around the corner,” Nicholas said. “I need a moment to think.”

Artist and Model part 10: Book [mF] [fantasy/horror]

“Helena!” A girl ran up to Helena to give her a long hug followed by a kiss on each cheek then the mouth. She wore a loose, short tunic with a leather belt buckled high on her waist. She turned to the door as in walked Tamara, and the shop girl hugged and kissed Tamara. She turned to Nicholas, and he looked at her long, curly red hair, pale skin, thin neck, and slender waist. To him she looked like a she could have been the inspiration for those ancient sculptures of beautiful women. She smiled at him and spoke.

“Hello, welcome to Krekrymivivlia! My name is Andonna.”

“Nice to meet you Andonna. I am Nicholas,” Nicholas said as she smiled at him.

“If you need any help, do not wait to ask me!” She said with a bounce. “You can leave your bags here at the front, please.”

Tamara pulled Nicholas into an aisle of shelves going from the floor to a fairly highceiling. Before moving further in the shop, Nicolas could hear Helena and Andonna talking but in a language he did not understand.

Artist and Model part 9: Market [mFF] [voy][exh]

He nodded, still groggy and looked down to see that he had indeed come to the kitchen naked, having left his clothes somewhere. Helena made him a cup of tea while Tamara made Nicholas a plate of food. He looked at them with bewilderment. He felt conflicted and confused. Their curvy figures in their small silk robes distracted his mind from his thoughts.

“We are headed to the village where we will meet with the girls returning with the boat.” Helena said as he ate a plum.

“What do you do in the town?” He asked.

“Not much, I am afraid. It is a pretty small place, but it has its charms. Of all the places on this earth, I like this one probably the most. This island has everything a girl like me could want,” Helena said.

“I like the market!” Tamara said. Helena turned to her and nodded in agreement. They both smiled at each other then turned back to Nicholas.

“Hurry up, and you can come with us to town!” Helena said after watching him eat for a moment. He quickly ate a slice of bread with honey, half an orange, some oats and yogurt, then ran to grab some clothes.

Artist and Model part 8 : Green potion [mFF] [threesome] [oral] [fantasy,horror]

“That tastes horrid. Not poison, right?” Nicholas said with a laugh.

Helena giggled at the question.

“No, just a magic potion.” Tamara said. Nicholas smiled and looked at her sitting next to him, both of them naked in the cool sea breeze.

“I hoped as much,” Nicholas joked, and Helena and Tamara both laughed. “Can we go inside, maybe?”

He collected his clothes from the ground and followed Helena and Tamara inside the house. Seeing walking in front of him, he reached out grabbed her round ass, his fingers sinking deep between her cheeks. Tamara squealed and jumped away from his grip. By the time he passed through the door his cock stood up and wagged with every step he took. He caught Tamara around the waist with one arm and pushed her against a chair in the lounge.

“Can I still do whatever I want with your sister?” Nicholas asked Helena. Tamara squirmed in his arms as Helena turned to look at him.

Artist and New Model- part 7 – As a Favor- (mFF) [Fdom] [Fsub] [incest]

He rinsed himself in the cold water of the outside shower next to the patio before drying himself with a fresh towel. Heading to the kitchen, he walked along the patio and looked at the sea, and he saw Helena and Tamara had already collected their towels, rolled up the mat and heading to the stairs.

In the kitchen he grabbed an apricot and poured himself some lemonade and quickly drank it, pouring another glass. Moving back onto the patio with his glass of lemonade and apricot, he saw Helena and Tamara step into the outdoor shower. Walking in their direction, he drank his lemonade and took a bite from his apricot. The fruit tasted unbelievably sweet. They ran from the shower to the door dripping wet.

He followed them into the house as they ran through the lounge naked then up the stairs. He climbed the stairs and heard water running in Helena’s shower. Her door sat ajar, and he approached it and pushed it open, looking in the direction of the bathroom.

Artist and New Model part 6 -Beach and Waves- (mFF) [voy] [exh] [oral] [threesome] [incest]

After working through more than a dozen sketches and several developed drawings using numerous poses, Nicholas sighed and stood from his drawing horse. He looked at each of the drawings, then at the walls to see where he could hang them to look at them all.

Helena and Tamara climbed off the sofa. Helena grabbed her robe and put her arms through it, but she left the front open. She looked at his drawings with a smile on her face. The sight of herself examined in different poses excited her. Tamara tried to get another drop from the bottle of wine.

“Is it time for lunch or something? I think it is past noon,” Tamara said as she looked out the windows.

“Yes. I will prepare lunch, Nicholas come to the kitchen in a minute, please allow me to prepare,” Helena said as she took Tamara by the waist and walked with her towards the double doors. “You can not come to eat naked with our guest. I demand you put on *something*. Go upstairs and find *something* of mine to wear!”

He watched Tamara’s wide hips and round ass as they walked away from him to the door.

Artist and New Model – Good night, Good Morning- part 5 (mFFf) [voy] [exh] [mast] [oral] [lesbian] [threesome][anal] [incest]

Nicholas brushed his teeth in the dark. Out the bathroom window he could see the moon half-full and the stars. The window beamed faint blue in the room. Brushing his teeth relaxed him but did nothing to stop his erection. Looking through a keyhole in such a way at two women pleasuring themselves and each other excited him tremendously. The sight of the two fresh in his mind continued to keep the attention of his thoughts.

He spat out the toothpaste when he finished and washed out his mouth with a swish of water. After spitting, he heard a door shut quietly, then approaching footsteps. He turned to see the bathroom door ajar, and he froze, not knowing what to do.

A hand grabbed the door and opened it more as a woman quickly and quietly strode in the room, almost shutting the door behind her, giving it her attention so not to make a sound. She turned and nearly bumped directly into him. She recoiled with a jump from seeing his silhouette against the window.

“Nicholas! You scared the shit out of me! What are you doing?” The woman whispered her yell. She placed her fingertips over her nipples to cover herself as she spoke. It looked like Violet, but the darkness made him uncertain.

Artist and New Model -Dinner and Drawing- part 4 (mFff) [voy] [exh] [tease] [oral, lesbian] [fantasy] [horror]

Nicholas stumbled up the back patio and saw Violet still reading, her slender legs hanging over the arm of her chair. He saw her small cute feet, one resting over the other, wiggling her toes slightly. He removed his shoes and placed them on the step.

“Hey Violet, how’s the book?” He asked her, startling her as he spoke. She sat up pulling her body to her knees and looked at him with her book in hand.

“Boring. In need of some excitement. It just drags on, none of the juicy parts! All characters and no fun,” she replied. He looked at her strangely, and she placed the book on her legs for him to see the cover and title: *A Delightful Ride* by Wanda Globbins. The cover showed a bosomy woman collapsing in the arms of some shirtless muscled hunk. After seeing the cover he peered down to her feet and smooth legs.

“Hah! Looks like fun,” he said dryly. She pulled the book back to her eyes and continued reading as he looked down her thighs almost able to see up her skirt. He shot a glance at her face to see her flick her eyebrows at him. Turning to the house he opened the door and entered the lounge.

Artist and New Model – Daily Routine / Wandering the Hills- part 3 (mFff) [exh] [voy] [tease] [mast] [fantasy] [horror]

“Good morning!”

He turned to see Helena coming out the kitchen door, her hair hanging down, wild and wavy. He saw she wore a thin black baby-doll nightgown with feather trim. He could see the outline of her figure under the thin fabric. She gave him a hug and kissed his cheek, holding him close. He put his hand around her thin waist.

“So have a good rest?” She asked and pulled him to the kitchen. She fed him granola and yogurt in a bowl. It tasted amazing in his mouth. She drank a cup of strong smelling coffee. After he finished eating, she led him through a long hallway with many paintings and drawings hanging on the walls between many doors. He wanted to stop and examine one, but Helena’s body in her nightgown proved too distracting. He could not help himself watching her hips sway, her big ass bouncing and pulling the thin fabric. He could roughly see the outline of her peach ass, and it made him stick out his tongue and pant mockingly but not out of spite, merely excitement and wanton lust mixed with confusion.