Page 69 of Little Red Riding Hood
“I—” Red’s reply cut off with a desperate moan as Wim’s hand came down again, harder still. His hips bucked against the ground, seeking any friction against his aching cock. Each impact sent lightning through his body, leaving him trembling and desperate.
“Look at you,” Wim purred, his free hand sliding beneath Red to give his cock just one torturous, teasing squeeze. “Getting so hard from being punished. Such a naughty little thing you are.”
“Shut up,” Red managed, though his voice was wrecked with need, betraying how much he was enjoying being at the wolf’s mercy.
He swallowed hard, heart pounding in his ears, as Wim’s hand came down against his ass once more. The strikes grew in intensity, each one stoking the blazing fire that flared within him. He writhed against the forest floor, gasping as the enormous wolf leaned in close, his hot breath ghosting over Red’s exposed neck.
“Is this what happens to prey that runs from wolves?” The words rolled like thunder in his chest. “They get caught and claimed?”
Red could only whimper in reply, his body now completely surrendered to the delicious onslaught of Wim’s dominance.
Wim’s hand finally slid beneath him again. “Or perhaps this is what you were running towards all along, sweetheart?” He rubbed gently at Red’s straining cock, and Red couldn’t contain the broken cry that tore from his throat. “Tell me what you need, Little Red.”
Red opened his mouth to speak, but only desperate, needy sounds escaped—unintelligible gasps. He pressed back against Wim’s bulk, his body trembling with want, tears threatening to erupt.
Wim’s dark chuckle reverberated through Red’s very soul. “Such good little prey you are,” he murmured, just before his teeth found the sensitive flesh where Red’s neck met his shoulder.
A blissful rasp tore from Red’s throat as a shiver shot through him. Oh, how he wished for Wim to sink those canines into him again, deeper.
Instead, with effortless agility, Wim flipped Red onto his back, looming over him with predatory intensity. Red’s heart skittered beneath his ribs as those burning amber eyes devoured him.
“And now that I’ve caught you…” he said. “I think I’ll have a taste.”
Before Red could process the words, Wim was sliding down his body, large hands gripping his thighs and pushing them apart. The wolf’s hot breath ghosted over Red’s exposed skin, making him shiver with anticipation.
“W-what are you doing?” Red managed to stammer, though the answer was becoming rapidly apparent.
Wim’s grin was pure wickedness in the moonlight. “Eating my prey, of course.”
Without further warning, Wim’s large hands gripped Red’s thighs, lifting them to rest over his broad shoulders. The spongy moss beneath Red’s head felt cool and damp, a stark contrast to the heat flooding through him.
“The spoils of the hunt,” Wim growled, his voice deeper than Red had ever heard it. His massive hands kneaded the flesh of Red’s buttocks, the skin still tingling and sensitive from the earlier punishment.
Red’s breath caught as Wim’s thumbs spread him open to the cool night air. He should have felt embarrassed—exposed and vulnerable in the middle of the forest, positioned like an offering—but all he felt was desperate, burning need.
Wim’s rough tongue continued its exquisite torture, tracing paths along Red’s skin, then applied the perfect amount of pressure at Red’s entrance.
A thrill shivered through him, seizing every muscle.
When Wim pressed his tongue inside him, Red’s hips bucked wildly, his entire body trembling with need. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and he couldn’t help but let out a high-pitched cry of pleasure. His fingers clawed at the earth beneath him, tearing up fistfuls of moss and soil as pleasure sparked through his entire body.
“Wim,” Red gasped, attempting to lift his head from the ground. Moonlight filtered through the canopy above, casting dappled shadows across Wim’s form as his tongue worked its magic.
The wolf growled against him, the vibration sending shivers up Red’s spine. Strong hands gripped his thighs tighter, keeping him exactly where Wim wanted him. The message was clear—Red was caught, claimed,devoured.
“Wim, please,” Red whimpered, though he couldn’t articulate what he was begging for. More? Mercy? The forest floor feltunsteady beneath him as pleasure threatened to overwhelm him completely.
Wim’s response was to intensify his movements, his tongue thrusting deeper into Red’s hole, sending almighty shivers to rack through him, to wreck him. Red’s vision blurred, and he was soon lost in the overwhelming sensations. The wolf was relentless, eating him with the single-minded focus of a predator savouring its prize. Each swipe of that wicked tongue sent waves of ecstasy crashing through Red’s body.
Red’s cock lay hard against his stomach, leaking and untouched. He desperately wanted to reach for it, to stroke himself in time with Wim’s ministrations, but he couldn’t seem to coordinate his limbs. All he could do was take what Wim gave him, moaning shamelessly into the night.
And Wim, merciful and merciless in equal measure, showed no signs of relenting, his tongue thrusting deeper, harder, claiming Red’s body as his own. Wim was getting him so wet, saliva streamed down his buttocks in rivulets.
The sounds of the forest faded away until all Red could hear was his own ragged breathing and the obscene, wet noises of Wim’s mouth against him. Leaves and twigs dug into his flesh, but the discomfort only heightened his awareness of the pleasure Wim was giving him.
Red’s thighs trembled against Wim’s shoulders as the wolf’s tongue pushed impossibly deep, and a particularly clever twist of Wim’s tongue had Red screaming into the night, hips bucking wildly upwards.
“Mine,” Wim pulled back to growl, the word vibrating through Red’s entire being. “My prey. My Red.”
