Page 67 of Little Red Riding Hood
“Get off me, you mangy mutt!” Red shrieked, hitting the wolf as hard as he could.
Wim responded by flopping his entire weight onto Red, crushing him beneath thick grey fur, and proceeded to lick a wet stripe up his cheek. Red squirmed and cursed, but his protests were undermined by the laughter he couldn’t quite contain.
Tears were leaking out of Red’s eyes, and he couldn’t breathe, and they’d just slaughtered countless bandits, but somehow, it was possibly the happiest moment of Red’s life.
“Right, then!” Red twisted like an eel, managing to squirm just enough space between them to grab a fistful of Wim’s tail and give it a sharp tug. The wolf yelped in indignant surprise, leaping sideways, which gave Red the perfect opportunity to scramble away on all fours, cackling with triumph.
Jumping to his feet, Red reached out to catch the tail again. “Oh wolf, what a big tail you have,” he teased.
Wim growled. He pulled his tail free, then snapped it towards Red. “All the better to swat irritating little brats with, sweetheart.”
Red reached out again, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh wolf, what bigpawsyou have!”
Before he could dart away, Wim pounced. The world spun as Red tumbled backwards, finding himself suddenly pinned to the forest floor beneath those massive paws. His heart performed acrobatics as Wim loomed over him, a dangerous glint in his amber eyes.
“All the better to pin you down with, sweetheart,” he snarled, his voice rough with promise.
Red gazed up at him, breath catching. Those large eyes burned into his own, making his chest fill with honeyed warmth. They might have been the eyes of a dangerous predator, but Red had never felt safer than when they were fixed upon him. “Oh wolf, what bigeyesyou have!”
The air shimmered around them as Wim’s form shifted, and suddenly it was warm human hands stroking down Red’s sides, human fingers trailing across his collarbone, his chest, his ribs. Wim leaned down, pressing a feather-light kiss against Red’s lips.
“All the better to see your beautiful face with, sweetheart,” he murmured against Red’s mouth, husky with desire.
Wim’s tongue slipped past Red’s lips, exploring his mouth with a slow, deep kiss that made Red’s toes curl. When they finally broke apart, Red was breathless. “Oh wolf, what a bigtongueyou have.”
“All the better to lick you with, sweetheart,” Wim growled against his skin, before dragging his tongue along Red’s collarbone, a hot, wet stripe that made Red shiver.
Then Wim’s mouth trailed hot kisses down Red’s throat as his calloused hands slipped beneath his shirt, mapping every inch of skin they found. Red arched into the touch, gasping when teeth grazed over his pulse point. Their bodies pressed together, desperate for more contact, and that’s when Red became acutely aware of Wim’s hard length pressing against his thigh. Heart racing, he slid a tentative hand down between them, tangling his fingers in Wim’s nest of thick hair before wrapping his hand around Wim’s cock and squeezing it gently. Wim’s appreciative hum made his heart beat even faster, his own manhood swelling against the fabric constraining it.
“Oh wolf,” Red whispered against Wim’s ear, voice trembling with a mix of desire and shyness he couldn’t quite hide, “what a bigcockyou have.”
Wim’s answering growl vibrated through Red’s entire body. “All the better to fuck you with, sweetheart.”
Each beat of Red’s heart sent him free-falling. Heat coiled low in his stomach, and he swallowed thickly. Wim pulled back, his scrutinising, heated gaze burning into Red, making his skin tingle with anticipation.
Red forced himself to perform an elaborate gasp of shock. “What makes you think I’d let a mangy mutt like you fuckme?” he declared, in his most haughty tone.
“Careful now, little rabbit,” Wim growled, dangerously low. “Might want to remember which of us is the hunter here.” His teeth grazed Red’s chin, a deliberate reminder of their sharpness.
Red found his face splitting into a wide smile. He deliberately wiggled his hips against Wim in a way that was pure provocation, then suddenly twisted his body, sliding out from beneath him with a serpentine grace that left the larger man grasping at air.
“You know,” Wim said, voice pure warning, “if you’re going to be naughty, I’ll have to put you over my knee and spank you.”
A wicked thrill shot through Red, all the way to his firm prick.
“Spank me?” Red echoed, arching one delicate eyebrow. He pulled his face into a wide grin as he took a deliberate step backwards, throwing Wim his best saucy wink. “Only if you’re able to catch me, wolf,” he declared, before spinning on his heel, ready to bolt into the darkness.
“Don’t you dare.” The words rumbled from Wim’s chest, a dangerous growl that made Red’s heart skip. “Or I’ll have to hunt you down and teach you what happens to disobedient little things that try to run from wolves.”
For a moment, Red froze, his body trembling with a delicious mix of fear and anticipation. His breath caught as Wim’s eyes raked over him like physical touch, burning with predatory hunger. Then, adrenaline surged through his veins, and he bolted. His new boots pounded against the forest floor as he fled, ducking between trees, his red cloak streaming behind him like blood in water.
“Run if you want, Little Red.” Wim’s words echoed through the trees. “You’ll only make it better for me.”
The sound of pursuit sent a thrill down his spine—heavy footfalls, the snap of branches, then deadly silence. Red’s breath came in sharp gasps as he weaved through the shadows, trying to lose the wolf in the darkness. But with each step, he could feel Wim’s presence getting closer, stalking him, toying with him. Playing with his food.
“I can smell you, Little Red,” Wim purred from the shadows, in the deep voice of his wolf form. “The fear rolling off your skin… and something else. Somethingsweeter. You’re leaking for me already, aren’t you?”
Red whimpered at the words, his cock straining in his briefs. His pulse thundered in his ears as he changed direction, diving between thick trunks. Moonlight dappled the forest floor, creating a dizzying maze of silver and shadow. His feet barely touched the earth as he sprinted onwards, each step carrying him deeper into the darkness.
