Little Red

[ N.B. This story doesn’t have a proper ending. Once you get to the end, try going back to the start. Then it makes sense. 😉 ]



Her juices at that time of month were thick and white. One clawed finger dipped into her, lifted the sweet, honey-scented sap to his nose. He licked it off.

Her lips were trembling. ‘Please,’ the girl said brokenly. ‘Please don’t – ’

The Wolf laughed at her. ‘Little Red, Little Red,’ he said, mockingly rueful, shaking his head. ‘You should have listened to your mother.’ At that, her eyes widened.
‘How did you – ?’
He silenced her with one filthy, ragged claw that dragged over her cheek. Blood welled up, slick and red, and his tongue lolled out of his panting, grinning mouth. Red whimpered.

‘You heard the stories, didn’t you? Heard the warnings? Don’t go into the woods, my children – the Big Bad Wolf will gobble you up.’ He threw back his head and laughed, short, harsh barks that rent the chill ambience of the clearing.

‘My grandmother is ill, she needs the medicine my mother makes,’ Red gabbled. The Wolf shrugged. He said, ‘What care I for your grandmother?’ and licked his lips. ‘It’s a long time since such a young, tender one as you has wandered into my lands.’

‘Please, please, just let me go, I promise I will never come back, please just don’t – ’
‘Oh, shut up,’ the Wolf said, and slapped her across the face with one dextrous, long-fingered paw. The blow rendered her silent, and caused fresh tears to spring to her eyes.

The Big Bad Wolf towered above her. His body was distinctly man-like, with a wide torso and powerful legs and arms. His paws were even less wolfish than the rest of him, and he could stand easily on two legs, as he did now, rearing up over her. His thick cock had been slowly emerging from its furry sheath all the while he mocked and tortured her, and now it stood at attention, all nine inches fully erect, with a thick bead of clear pre-cum rolling down from the tip.

Red lay before him on the ground, her long red cloak splayed out behind her, stained with mud and grass. Her tunic was much the same: sullied and ripped, covered in long slashes from the wolf’s claws that exposed her small round breasts. Already the shift had been pushed up over her hips, exposing her mound: milk-pale skin, with a light dusting of hairs, and uniformly pink lips that pushed out of her slit like a budding flower.

The Wolf dragged one claw heavily down the front of Red’s tunic, from neck to groin. Then lazily he swiped at it, clawing until the cloth fell away in shreds and left deep cuts and angry welts covering Red’s small body. She cried out in pain and tried to twist away. The Wolf grinned. He bent down and cupped her breasts in his large hands, contemplating them. He flicked at her rosy nipples until they became hard and crinkly, then sucked on each of them. Blood from Red’s claw-mark cuts entered his mouth, and a rumble of pleasure escaped his throat. He kneaded her breasts roughly, and again she cried out in pain.

The Wolf took a handful of Red’s dark hair and pulled her head up, eliciting a scream from the girl. With the other hand he caught up her red cloak and wound it about her throat, tightening it cruelly. He bent down to her, eye to eye, and with his long tongue he licked her face, pulling the cloak at the same time so that Red choked and gasped.

He moved his way down, drooling over her breasts, licking the blood from her cuts and nipping her soft nipples until they hardened and strained upwards into his mouth. His tongue swirled over her body, over the soft, yielding skin of her belly and hips and navel, all the time with one hand holding taut the cloak around her neck. The Wolf passed her cunt and licked his way down her thighs, tickled the sensitive insides of her knees and insteps, and sucked on each of her toes.

Red had begun to arch her back. At first it was to try and slip the taut cloak that choked her a little looser, but soon it became a more instinctual reaction, when she lost all thought of what her situation truly was – namely, she was being raped by the Big Bad Wolf – and gave in to the arousal and awakening of her young flesh. Every time he bit her, or choked her, though, she remembered what was happening and fell stiff and silent, squirming with shame.

The Wolf’s fur brushed her legs as he worked his way back up to the girl’s glistening sex.