Camara PoV
"-you do it this way to get this kind of result, right? But that's not what we're really looking for; we want a smoother, silkier kind of cut on this since it's hair, and that means a smaller chisel, calmer hands and an abundance of patience."
I nodded as I stood beside Annie, the Nymph showing me how to carve out hair more efficiently on a statue this large, only to have her place the chisel in my hand as she stepped back with a smile, thrusting me into the forefront of this right away.
"Remember, smooth and steady, with a LOT of patience. You don't want to do too much, because here it's even more important to work slowly and get it done right. Trying to fix hair is downright impossible otherwise, so do a little at a time and go back to finish detailing everything."
"But if we go slowly like that, won't this take multiple hours to just get this half of her hair done? I mean you want it to be flowing and waving like a breeze is actually caressing her, so how-?"
The Nymph just grinned at me as she used only her expression to make me go quiet, the unspoken 'obviously this is going to take a lot of time, duh!' causing me to blush slightly, though she did eventually say "Static pieces are easier to make, yes, but remember that a statement piece like this is never good as a static work. This is a centerpiece of attention, something that is meant to draw in eyes and keep them there.
Those figures you carved are excellent, and don't take this the wrong way Camara, but the difference between what you've been doing and this is like night and day. Your pieces are decorations and help spruce a place up; this piece makes the entire space. Both are necessary things, but..."
While she was rather blunt with how she went about describing the difference between what we were doing, it wasn't the worst thing to hear since it made everything just a little more clear to me, especially the mindset that I needed to have with this.
Obviously I was taking this quite seriously since the start, but that sort of grandeur demanded a certain level of respect and reverence from the artist as well as the audience, and that meant I needed to go about this differently than I normally did.
That difference was hard to grasp at first, but the more I began to carve at the wood and the longer I stood there with this giant trunk waiting to be transformed into something else, the quicker I began to settle into the groove that was required of me.
After a few minutes of observing me Annie eventually took up another chisel and joined me, carving away at the other side and halving the time we were going to spend on this as we worked together, all while the model and the other artists were currently busy taking a 'much needed break'.
Just recalling it made me want to snort and roll my eyes, but I was in desperate need of focus right now, so I let the thought drift from my mind as I returned to the task at hand.
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Aethisia PoV
A grin was most definitely plastered on my face these last few minutes, and it was only growing the longer this went on as I held this Bullkin by the horns and pounded her toned ass like it was a task meant to be completed for a highly sought after reward.
My hips smacked against hers like a hammer against an anvil, and honestly that was never more of an apt comparison than now since her cheeks were firm and rather 'hard' compared to the softness I was accustomed to, though she more than made up for that lack of softness by having an almost velvety pussy that wrapped around my penis and caressed every single inch of it.
Her folds were alive and famished as I hammered her from behind, the Bullkin moaning loudly as we mated like animals and clenching her pussy even more around my cock, squeezing another barrage of sperm out of me and drawing a grunt from my lips as I erupted inside of her.
I came and still maintained my thrusts as I dominated her just for the hell of it, each thrust allowing my seed to soak into her walls as I enjoyed the pussy of someone that wasn't my mate once more.
Cici felt the same way if the continuous eruptions she was having were anything to go by, her cock bouncing around and smacking against her abs as my thrusts pushed her body forwards before I pulled her backwards, putting her in motion and causing her to cum all over herself and the bed beneath her.
Wrangling this Bullkin in and creampieing her was a feat I was quite proud of since she had been seemingly adamant about taking this break and only sucking my cock, but after I pushed her down and fucked her twice she was like putty in my hands.
She loved~ acting all kinds of dominant with her own wife and with mine, but the moment I showed her that I was just as strong as her she melted instantly, and that was how I had found myself grabbing those horns of hers and pounding her like a whore.
The dark chocolate skin only enticed me more as the usually lighter complexions both inside of the family and outside of it meant Cici was a bit of a rarity, and I found that - even with Dama giving us a 'dark' complexion - I quite enjoyed this contrast, even more so when I pulled out and shot a thick load onto her back, the white of my cum standing out even more than usual as I released her and let the Bullkin flop onto the bed.
"Fuck..! That was great... keep that ass up, Cici, I'm not done quite yet; just need a breather is all, and maybe some water..."
Getting off of the bed, I slapped the Cowkin's ass and grinned at her before heading out of the room to get us some refreshments, though she seemed eager to have some more 'milk' when I returned, which I happily provided her as we made the most of the time we were giving ourselves.