lil red riding hood x the wolf

The forest was a tapestry of deep crimsons and obsidian shadows, the air tasting of damp moss and impending rain. Red, a lithe girl clad in a heavy scarlet cloak, hurried along the winding path, her basket of medicinal herbs swaying against her hip. Her heart hammered a frantic rhythm not from fear, but from longing. Her beloved, Elara, lay ailing in the cottage at the forest's heart, and Red could think of nothing but the warmth of her skin.

But the Wolf was faster.

The Wolf was not a beast of fur and claw alone, but a towering, predatory man with eyes like molten amber and a musk so potent it turned the air thick. He had reached the cottage first. Finding Elara weak and trembling in her bed, he hadn't devoured her. Instead, he had conquered her. He had driven her into a frenzy of primal lust, his massive bodied presence overwhelming her senses until she was a weeping, lisping mess of desire.

With a cruel, possessive grin, he had hauled her limp, shivering form into the narrow cedar closet, binding her wrists and ankles with coarse twine. He left the door cracked just a sliver, forcing her to watch through the gap, her eyes wide and filled with a mixture of terror and helpless arousal.

Then, he donned a silken nightgown, mimicking the soft curves of her lover, and climbed into the bed.

When Red entered, the cabin was eerily silent, save for the crackle of the hearth. "Elara? My love?" Red whispered, approaching the bed. She saw the silhouette beneath the covers the supposed shape of her girl.

The Wolf lunged. Before Red could scream, he had her pinned to the mattress, his heavy, muscular frame crushing the breath from her lungs. He didn't waste time with pleasantries. He ripped the scarlet cloak aside, exposing her trembling skin to the cool air.

"You're late, little lamb," the Wolf growled, his voice a low, tectonic rumble. He shoved himself into her with a sudden, brutal thrust that made her vision white out. He fucked her with a savage, rhythmic intensity, his hips slamming against hers with a wet, meaty slap slap slap.

From the dark slit of the closet, Elara watched, her breath hitching in a silent, lisping sob. She was **** to witness the theft of her lover, her eyes locked on the sight of the Wolf’s powerful back arching as he drove himself deep into Red, the girl's muffled cries of pleasure and pain filling the small room.