“And take this too!” Her mother hums as she sniffs deeply, smiling as the sweet scent of buttery cinnamon warms her from inside.
Her hands trembling as they struggle to hold the stacks of food and goods her mother has been stuffing a basket with, Red’s eyes can barely see ahead of her as her mother places the final piece to her the precariously-balanced tower in her arms: her famous cinnamon rolls.
“Don’t you dare eat any of this before you get to your grandmother’s, Little Red!” Her mother warns, patting her atop of her crimson-haired head.
“It’s just ‘Red’,” she mumbles. If only her mother knew just how mature she’s gotten as of late. She’d never treat her like a child again.
Half the village knows, of course. While she’s ensured that the elders all see her still as an innocent, pure young girl, all of the handsome farmer boys sure know better. And some farmer girls, too.
As long as she comes, she doesn’t care who she’s fucking.
“Go on, now, my sweet girl,” her mother sings in her soft, creamy voice as she pushes her towards the door. “Before it gets too dark for you to return home! I wouldn’t want you to get lost in the woods, now. It will be too dark, even with the full moon tonight.” She lifts Red’s hood over her head before shutting the old, rickety wooden door behind her with a squeak and a thunk.
Red immediately bites into a cinnamon roll that had been staring at her. What? It was right at her mouth height! She can’t move her hands from under the basket, but she can lean forwards and chomp! You would have too if you knew how heavenly they tasted and you would definitely be seduced by the delectable smell and frosted shimmer. Her grandmother has plenty to aid her through her sickness in this basket, Red deserves some snacks for her long, day’s worth trip.
She throws her head back and moans as the gooey insides and crunchy outsides of the dough warm her mouth. The sweet mixed with the savory mixed with the perfect texture all send thrills of nostalgia and hunger through her. This. This is all she needs in life. Good, delicious food.
And sex. Lots of sex.
The dirt road crunches beneath her feet as she munches on the snacks in her arms. Trees pass by slowly, and she winks as she passes farms, the young farmers stumbling over their work as they catch her eyes. She smirks to herself, loving the power she holds with her body alone.
As the farms give way to forest, Red soon realizes that she better control herself or else she’ll arrive at her grandmother’s house empty-handed.
Red is known for many things. Beautiful, kind, daring. But nobody in her village would ever talk about her will power. Because she has none. She takes whatever she wants. No matter the consequences.
So when she bumps into a wall of muscles, her mind doesn’t finally overcome her craving for food for her grandmother’s sake. Rather, her other prominent ever-present craving overpowers her.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, sir. I…didn’t see you there.” Red skillfully drags her eyes up—and back down the stranger’s towering figure, landing on a bulge that defies known human anatomy.
She shivers when his low, gravely voice responds, “I couldn’t not see you. I couldn’t look away.”
Maybe she does have some will power, because Red manages to pull her eyes away from the structure hidden beneath a loin cloth to meet the dark, heavy gaze of the enticing stranger. She can feel the burn in her cheeks, wondering if they blush redder than her hair. Hoping that they do, so that he can sense her lust. She takes one hand away from the mostly-empty basket and brings it up to twirl one loose curly lock of hers.
“Is that so? Well. I must apologize, I seem to be so focused on my destination that I haven’t stopped to admire the journey.” She offers her hand in front of her.
She leaves it hanging for an almost awkward amount of stiff, electric silence, and her shoulders fall as her eyes drop to look at the bottom of her basket.
She jumps when she feels a hot wetness on her hand, whipping her head up and gasping when she sees the dark, fluffy head of hair ahead of her, and smiles as his lips kiss her knuckles. “No need to apologize,” he says, and her knees wobble as his breath caresses her skin. “For I am ever grateful to meet you. What may I call your beauty?”
Breathing heavily, Red struggles to stay on her feet as her brain fuzzies. Is this what she makes people feel? She’s never been on the other end of this…and she really likes it, she realizes. “R…R-Red.”
He continues to hold her hand in his, and his eyes no longer meet hers. She realizes with a fluttering heart that his gaze is glued to her chest as it rises and falls with her deep, needy pants. “Red,” he breathes, as if savoring how her name sounds on his tongue. He continues to hold her hand, his unusually intense heat lighting her from the all-too-limited point of touch.
But his enchanting gaze ends as he breaks the eye contact to glance towards the sun, which is now only a hair above the horizon. He drops her hand as he lowers his head in an almost saddened manner. “My dear Red, I fear I must be on my way.”
“Oh…” Red all but whimpers, her task completely forgotten.
“But I wish to see you again soon,” he continues, and she smiles, nodding emphatically.
“I’ll be heading back this way tomorrow!”
He meets her grin, and she can swear his teeth seem to extend farther than usual. But before she can get another glance in, he rushes past her, into the shadows cast by the trees.
Her knuckles ache as she knocks on the rough, wooden door of her grandmother’s house. Rather than entering with an empty basket, Red stopped to pick up flowers along the way. Okay—maybe she was really looking for the hot guy she just met. But both could be true at once!
“Grandmother, it’s me! Red!”
“Oh, my sweet baby girl!” The unmistakable voice of her grandmother’s carries clearly through the cracks in the old wooden boards. “Come right in, my Little Red! The door’s latch has been broken for years.”
Red smiles bright. Her grandmother will always be allowed to call her Little. She opens the door and rushes to her dear grandmother, hugging her tight and offering her the flowers.
As Red completes some chores around the house such as lighting the fire brighter and sweeping the floors, she can’t help herself from thinking about the mysterious man she had met earlier that day. What big ears he had, what big eyes. She shivers again as an image of his hungry, roaming gaze floods her mind. What big hands. She heats up as she touches her own hand—the one he held in his. And his mouth…he kissed her with it. It seemed to engulf her knuckles. She squirms as she wishes to feel him again.
What else of his is so big?
“Grandmother, I’ve missed you,” Red says, too wet to continue. “I’ve loved spending this time with you. But I really must be heading back home, before my mother worries about my absence.”
“Alright, dearie.” Her grandmother sighs. “Come give your old grandmother a hug before you head off.”
Red squeezes her lovely grandmother, kissing her cheek, before rushing out of the door. Looking around the forest as if waiting for him to swoop her up, Red looks down at herself and pulls her white blouse down. Way down. She lowers her scarlet hood, fluffing out her curly crimson hair and stepping out into the moonlit dark path.
She makes sure to hum sweetly in hope that the one consuming her thoughts can hear her from afar.
His bones crack as he cries out, gripping his jaw with bleeding clawed hands while his fangs extend out of his mouth. He yells at the moon, cursing it before worshiping it with his animalistic howls.
He howls and howls, just like the wolves, prepared to continue all night as usual.
But his guttural tone is cut short when a sweet, seductive tune snaps him out of his lunar routine.
And he’s off, swerving between trees as wind rushes past, his clawed fours making short work of the dark, deep, dense forest as his eyesight sharpens from his red hot lust.
Red doesn’t even begin to register until she’s face-down on the dirt path, a heavy weight digging into her back and crushing her chest to the rough ground beneath.
Her cry fails to escape her lips as air leaves her lungs, and all she senses is a sharp pain in her back and energized, terrified cells in her body.
She winces as a wetness drips onto her face, curiosity threatening to override her survivalist fear.
Should she open her eyes? Or play dead?
Fuck it.
As her vision clears, her eyes widen at the horrific sight before her. Giant, surreal claws that appear to be bigger than a man’s hand and shaped akin to a wolf’s paw.
And they are coated in blood.
She shivers as a growl meets her ear, her lip quivering. What kind of beast is this?
“Red…” It growls, its hot, thick breath heating her ear. She whimpers again when she feels its fang graze her cheek.
Did it just say her name?
She strains her neck to look at its face, and she can feel the blood leave her pallor as she realizes two things at once: this beast is no normal forest dweller. And she met him hours before.
The third realization, however, brings color right back to her: no matter how irrational, no matter how improbable, she wants to fuck this beast.
And he knows it instantly. He can smell her arousal, see her eyes dilate, feel her squirm against him.
So he takes no time to claw her clothes to forgotten shreds that fall to the ground before gripping her hips in his large claws and smiling with sharp fangs at her hungry gasp. He adjusts his position and lowers his head to stroke his long, wet tongue from her bud to her back entrance, and down again, until she comes onto his greedy tongue with an invigorating moan. He continues this until she feels like she’ll explode.
Tasting her only makes his lust more unbearable, and soon she’s coming onto his throbbing, bulging cock as he thrusts deep into her aching, soaking pussy. She cries out, for once uninhibited by fear of villagers hearing her pleasure, and relishes the pain as she’s stretched farther than ever before. Her cries of ecstasy echo off of the trees and hills, and so do his grunts and growls as he slams into her with so much force that his large balls slap against her plump ass cheeks, surely bruising them.
He keeps one claw firmly gripping her waist as his other roams up to massage her breasts, greedily pinching her nipples until they harden and send sensitive shocks through her, adding to her already unbearable ecstasy as he continues to spear her and stretch her.
She comes and comes, in complete disbelief as to how the beast seems to have endless strength and stamina. He increases his speed and force as she fears she’ll never recover from the power of her orgasms, and as she slumps to the ground, limp, she grips his giant, furry claws in her relatively small, soft hands, trembling. She whimpers and cries out for him…to fuck her harder. Deeper. Faster.
He releases her breasts to grip her curly red locks, and he pulls her head up as his forceful thrusts morph into haphazard, uncontrolled jerks. He grunts with his thrusts once, twice, three times, before howling as his cock sheaths fully into her with a forceful blast of cum that sends her through yet another orgasm. His cum spills out of her pussy, but his cock remains fully sheathed inside.
He slumps down onto her back, completely spent, as she reaches up behind and caresses his furry neck. He nuzzles her cheek, licking her face softly, before wrapping his muscular arms around her and hugging her sweetly.
They remain that way, nuzzling and stroking, until they both fall asleep, bathed in the moonlight.
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