Page 74 of Little Red Riding Hood
“Fuck yes,” Red moaned, his voice barely recognizable as his own. His body was a burst of firelight, every touch and caress sending sparks flying. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” He gasped, drawing a large breath in before continuing. “God, Wim, you feel so, so good—I never knew it could be like this. I’m so close. Don’thold back.”
“You want more?” Wim asked, his words like dark velvet as he pulled back from Red.
“Yes,” Red replied without hesitation. His entire body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more, more, more. Impossibly, he felt himself growing harder than ever before, as if Wim alone was able to take him to new levels.
Wim let out a growl, the sound sending a shiver down Red’s spine. He could feel the wolf at the surface now, its presence both thrilling and terrifying. Wim thrust inside him, hard, with fresh intensity. His movements became more frantic, his touch more urgent. Again those sharp canines of his scraped across his neck, coming dangerously close to biting him before Wim dragged his mouth away.
When a hand found a fistful of Red’s hair, to tug it hard, holding back became impossible.
“Oh fuck, I can’t… I’m going to…” Red gasped, his body trembling on the edge of release. “Wim, I’m going to…”
With one final slick stroke, Red was sent spiraling over the edge, his vision blurring as waves of bliss washed over him, the world exploding around them in a haze of sensation.
He screamed like never before, the sound tearing at his throat. He screamed until some part of his brain still left activated brought his hand to his mouth to muffle the sound.
Scream silenced, guttural grunts and soft moans filled the night air instead. Then the sounds coming from Wim became simply feral as he picked up his punishing pace, fucking Red all the way through his release. Again and again he hit that magic spot inside Red, impossibly drawing out more and more bursts of pleasure from him.
Distantly, he became aware of Wim’s voice echoing in his ear, murmuring words and praises, things like, “That’s it, sweetheart,” and, “You’re so perfect to me.”
Red whimpered. His body couldn’t take any more—every nerve ending was alight, every muscle strained. “Please, Wim. I want to feelyou come apart inside me. Mark me. Make me yours.” He said the last sentence in a whisper, more a plea than a demand.
Wim’s movements became erratic, desperate, and the way he called Red’s name reverberated around them like a prayer. Finally, with a primal roar, Wim shattered, his release flooding Red’s body in the most beautiful way.
In that moment, Red knew, as sure as daybreak, that he would never experience anything like this again. It was more than just sex, more than just pleasure. Red couldn’t explain it, not properly, but he’d never felt so alive. So real. So tangible.
Minutes passed, or perhaps it was hours, or moments. He wanted to saysomethingto Wim, but couldn't find the right words to express how he was feeling, so he stayed silent, listening intently to the wolf’s heavy breaths, and enjoying the feeling of Wim’s fingertips trailing up and down his arm.
Red would have happily never moved again, but finally, Wim gently pulled out. He sat up and reached for his leather bag, rummaging around until he found a soft rag. With a tender touch, he wet the cloth with fresh dew from the grass before returning to Red’s side.
Wim’s movements were slow and careful as he cleaned Red, taking his time to make sure every inch was attended to. Red kept very still, trying to savour every second.
As Wim finished, he tossed the rag aside and pulled Red into his arms again, holding him close. Despite being sweat-soaked, their lovely new blankets still felt wonderful as Wim wrapped them both in a tight cocoon. The tired-looking wildling smiled at him, an expression filled with such tenderness that it made something inside of Red swell.
Red’s body felt pleasantly heavy, his limbs languid as he snuggled deeper into Wim’s embrace, the wolf’s warmth surrounding him.
“You were quite vocal there, sweetheart,” Wim murmured against Red’s ear. “I believe the entire forest knows exactly how much you enjoyed yourself.”
Red’s cheeks flushed.”Oh, do shut up.” He jabbed an elbow into Wim’s ribs, earning a low chuckle. “As if you weren’t practically begging me to tell you how good you were.”
“Mm, can’t blame me for wanting to hear those words from your pretty mouth.” Wim’s fingers traced lazy patterns across Red’s skin. “Tell me again how ‘fucking incredible’ I am?”
“You’re insufferable is what you are.” Red twisted in Wim’s arms to face him, finding a smug grin plastered across the wolf’s face. “I didn’t hear you complaining when I was stroking your ego. In fact, you seemed rather desperate for my praise.”
“Perhaps.” Wim pressed a kiss to Red’s forehead. “But I wasn’t the one screaming my pleasure to the stars.”
“I did not scream!” Red protested, though he had to admit his memory of those moments was rather hazy. “And anyway, you were practically purring every time I said something nice about you. Like a great big pussy cat rather than a fearsome wolf.”
“Come on, sweetheart.” Wim’s voice was playfully coaxing, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Give me something sweet to hear now.”
“Absolutely not.” Red turned his nose up. “Your head is quite big enough already.”
“Please?” Wim nuzzled against Red’s neck. “Just one little compliment?”
“You’re impossible,” Red laughed, pushing at Wim’s chest. “And entirely too pleased with yourself.”
“Those weren’t very nice compliments at all,” Wim pouted, though his eyes still danced with amusement.
“Fine.” Red rolled his eyes. “You’re rather good at…” He gestured vaguely between them. “That.”
