Page 101 of Little Red Riding Hood
“Kiss me,” Red begged between panted breaths, his hips bucking against Wim’s hand. The words sent a surge of desire through Wim, and he obliged, crushing their mouths together as he pushed deeper.
Within seconds, Red’s breath turned into whimpers. “More,” he demanded into Wim’s mouth.
Wim laughed, teasing him with shallow thrusts before finally giving in, filling him completely with two long fingers. Red cried out, the sound echoing through the forest as he rocked against Wim’s hand.
Overwhelmed by the intoxicating scent of their combined arousal, Wim could wait no longer—his neglected, untouched cock screamed at him for mercy, demanding Red.
As Wim withdrew his fingers, Red let out a wounded sound, desperate and lost. “Quickly!” he cried, panic etched in every trembling syllable.
Wim smirked, pouring more oil over his cock until it glistened in the dim light. Red cast a nervous glance towards Wim’s shaft, biting his lip with something akin to uncertainty.
Leaning in, Wim captured Red’s ear with his teeth. “Remember, you were made for my cock, sweetheart.” His words barely a whisper against Red’s ear, he added, “You were made to bemine.”
He didn’t give Red a chance to register what was happening before he lifted him up, light as a feather, cradling him against his chest as he stepped into the hot spring. The luminous toadstools cast shifting patterns across the water’s surface, turning ordinary ripplesinto ribbons of celestial light. Steam curled around them as they descended the natural stone steps into the deeper water.
Wim settled them both into a smooth hollow in the rock, the warm water lapping at their shoulders. Red’s head fell back against Wim’s chest, his strawberry-blond curls darkening where they met the water.
The small waterfall tumbled over moss-covered rocks, its gentle song echoing off the grotto walls. Beneath its cascade, crystal formations caught the blue-green glow, scattering light like fallen stars across Red’s pale skin.
“You’re so damn beautiful.” Wim traced the constellation of freckles across Red’s shoulder with reverent fingers. The milk teeth necklace floated on the water’s surface, each tooth catching the light like tiny moons. “If I tell you that every day for the rest of our lives, will you finally believe it?”
Red twisted in his arms, those brilliant eyes reflecting the surrounding glow. One blue like summer sky, one brown like autumn leaves—both equally precious to Wim.
“Maybe.” Red’s lips curved into that familiar half smile. “But you might have to prove it.”
The waterfall’s mist created halos around them, and drops of water clung to Red’s eyelashes like diamonds. Here, in this magical grotto that seemed to exist outside of time itself, Wim could hardly believe his good fortune. That this fierce, beautiful creature had chosen him, had trusted him enough to bare not just his body but his heart.
For the first time, he was so incredibly grateful the soulstealer had bitten him that day.
Wim cupped Red’s face in his hands, thumbs stroking over high cheekbones. “Just look at you,” he breathed. “All lit up like this. Like you’ve got starlight under your skin.”
Wim’s cock, pressed against Red’s thigh, gave an impatient throb, and Wim twisted Red so that he was positioned just above it.
“Lower yourself,” he said, gripping the base of his length.
Red, arms wrapped around Wim’s neck, did just that. Wim’s cockhead soon nudged up against his tight ring, and couldn’t help butgrowl.
The water lapped against Red as he continued to sink down in the tiniest of increments, biting his lip.
The primal beast within Wim demanded he thrust up into Red’s deliciousness; it took a fair bit of self-control to restrain himself.
Red whimpered, his nails digging into Wim’s shoulder blades.
“Shh, sweetheart,” Wim soothed, his heart cracking at causing Red even the slightest bit of pain. “It’ll feel good in just a moment. I promise. Kiss me.”
He brought Red’s lips to his, easing his tongue in softly, sliding it against Red’s at the same slow pace he was inching his cock inside him. Wim glided his hand through the warm water to find Red’s prick, stroking it gently, determined to feel it firm up once again.
When Wim was almost all the way in, he couldn’t help but rumble appreciatively. “That’s it,” he breathed into Red’s ear, pushing upwards just a tiny bit.
And when Wim was buried to the hilt, his beautiful lover heaved an almighty sigh of pleasure, and he claimed Red’s mouth in a possessive, bruising kiss.
The kiss deepened—desperate, hungry—and Wim seized Red’s hips, lifting him up, the feeling exquisite against his cock. Higher and higher he lifted him, until just his cockhead remained inside him.
“Ready?” Wim asked.
Red nodded.
Wim brought him down quickly, so that their bodies were flush together, and Red cried out, a sharp, blissful thing, tightening his arms around Wim’s neck.
