Page 48 of Little Red Riding Hood
The intensity was almost too much, yet Red craved more. He needed more. Wim seemed to sense this, his hands moving from Red’s hips to cup his ass, pulling him in impossibly tighter. The feeling of being completely consumed, of being taken in so deeply, was indescribable.
Red’s breath came in ragged gasps, his entire body tense with the building pleasure. Wim’s tongue worked magic, swirling and sucking, driving him to the brink of madness. Every nerve ending in his body seemed to converge at the point where Wim’s mouth met his flesh, every sensation heightened, every touch amplified.
Wim’s head bobbed, the rhythm steady and sure. Red could feel his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, could feel the sweep of Wim’s tongue against the underside of his shaft as he withdrew, only to plunge back down again. The sensation of being taken in so deeply, of being enveloped in that heat, was unlike anything he had ever experienced.
Red’s hips were soon bucking involuntarily in response to the building pleasure. The pressure built, a swelling tide within him that threatened to overwhelm him.Not yet!This was far too good to release so soon. Red bit deep into his lip again as he instinctively tightened his fingers in Wim’s hair, then chastised himself.Strokehim. He relaxed his grip, smoothing down Wim’s soft curls as if he were a puppy.
As Wim continued his punishing rhythm—showing no signs of tiredness—Red’s mind chanted the wolf’s name like a prayer, but his lips couldn’t quite muster the courage to scream it aloud.
Instead, Red showed Wim how amazing he was making him feel by giving him small gasps and moans, his body trembling with the sheer intensity of the sensations coursing through him. “I’m—” he managed to choke out.
Wim’s eyes met his, filled with the deepest depths of desire.
Nobody had ever looked at Red like this.
Like he was perfect exactly as he was.
It was exhilarating.
It wasintoxicating.
The edge approached too quickly, the precipice looming before him. Red’s body tensed, every muscle coiled, every nerve taut. And then with a final, desperate thrust, he plunged over, his release pulsing through him in wave after wave of ecstasy. Red removed a hand from gripping Wim’s head to press it against his mouth, to muffle his uncontrollable cries.
Wim swallowed every drop, his throat working around Red’s cock, the sensation drawing out his orgasm until he was left gasping, trembling, utterly spent. Red’s fingers, still tangled in Wim’s hair, relaxed their grip, sliding through the strands as the wolf slowly withdrew, his tongue giving one last languid swipe along the length of Red’s shaft.
Red sagged against the tree, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body quaking with the aftershocks of the most intense release of his life. Wim stood, his hands still on Red’s hips, steadying him. The wolf’s eyes were soft, his expression tender as he gazed down at Red.
“Sweeter even than I dreamed,” Wim murmured, a low rumble that vibrated through Red’s body.
Red managed a shaky smile, his breath still uneven, his heart still pounding. He pressed up against Wim’s large frame, his solidpresence the only thing grounding him. Wim’s thumb brushed lightly over Red’s cheek. He leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering closed.
This was what it felt like to be cared for, to be cherished. Red needed to savour every last second of it, bury the feeling deep inside him, where perhaps he could bring it out again to marvel at when Wim and this wild adventure were but a memory.
The solid length pressing against Red’s hip drew him from his reverie. Heat flooded his cheeks as he realized how selfish he’d been, lost in his own pleasure while Wim’s arousal went unattended. Red’s fingertips tentatively brushed across its impressive length, drawing a sharp intake of breath from the wolf.
“I should… I mean, would you like me to… ?” Red cursed his fumbling words, but Wim’s gentle smile made his heart flutter.
“Only if you want to,” Wim murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Red’s temple. “This is more than enough.”
“I do want to,” Red said firmly, despite his burning cheeks. “Very much.” He stroked Wim's cock again from root to tip, relishing in its velvety feel, and Wim growled deeply.
“Won’t take much,” Wim rumbled, pressing his forehead against Red’s. “Those pretty sounds of yours have me very close already.”
Red made a small, indignant noise at being teased, but his protest died in his throat as he sank to his knees. The forest floor was hard beneath him, twigs and leaves crunching as he settled into position. His heart stumbled over itself as he reached for Wim’s hips, trying to steady his trembling fingers. He’d done this before, of course, but never with someone so… imposing. The stable master had been average at best, and Wim was…
Red stared at the almighty cock in front of him, his mouth going dry at the sight of it filling his vision. It was beautiful in its own way—thick and proud, rising from a nest of dark, wild curls that trailed up Wim’s stomach like a shadowy path through a forest. The sheer size of it made Red’s previous experiences seem laughably inadequate.
Red took a steadying breath, squaring his shoulders. After what Wim had just done for him—after making him feel more pleasure than he’d ever known possible—Red was determined to return even a fraction of that bliss. He might not have much experience with anything this… impressive, but by god, he was going to try his very best.
He tentatively took the cock in hand, its rigidity startling against his fingers. It pulsed in his grasp, a living beast yearning for release. Red’s eyes widened, and he swallowed hard as he leaned forward, lips parting in trepidation.
The tip of Wim’s cock pressed against Red’s mouth, its girth stretching his lips to their limits. He paused at the initial contact, feeling the weight of it against his tongue. Summoning all his courage, Red attempted to accommodate the monstrous instrument, bringing it into his throat—but he only managed what felt like an inch before he met insurmountable resistance. Gagging, he quickly pulled away, a hint of shame warming his cheeks.
His thoughts swirled like a tempestuous storm. What was he going to do? He’d been fairly proud of his previous efforts in this domain—the stable master certainly had no complaints about Red’s skill. But this was a whole other challenge. Impossible, even. A familiar, self-deprecating voice whispered through the chaos…Of course you can’t please him, Red, you pathetic, worthless fool.
A sigh escaped Red’s mouth as he gazed up at Wim, a pleading look in his eyes. “I’m… I’m sorry,” he stammered, internally bracing himself for the derision that was sure to follow.
Wim’s eyes softened, a frown playing at the corners of his lips. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
