Chapter 4 (Fairytale S*x)

Her eyes fluttered open and blinded by a sheer light that slipped through the thick foliage around the trees. She sat up, feeling a bit dizzy and her sight blurry due to temporary blindness before she looked around her, she was fully naked and lying on the leaves sodded floor of the forest. Dried leaves, some vines and crawling roots.

Then she looked at herself. Without rhyme or reason, she walked idly, even her legs were wobbly. Her head was ringing and throbbing, she had to stop and lean on the nearest trunk.

Then her eyes glued to the reflection in the water, her beautiful and ravishing image. She suddenly touched her face, shocked to have a pair of baby blue eyes, a thin straight nose and a thick lower lip, she cracked into a wide smile.

“A las, I had a flesh and this wonderful face!” she exclaimed, still couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

“I have to explore this body, I have to warm this skin, I want to…” she paused.

“Get laid,” her wicked smile was plastered on her lovely face.

“I have to get laid, I want a warm body, as many as I can,”

Decided, she walked to the innermost of the forest with a sinister plot in her mind.

“I gotta need to work a plan to get my first man,” she surmised as she walked then she noticed something from the tree, someone was hiding there.

With her motivated scheme, she walked to the tree and hid for a few minutes. She knew that it would come closer if she stayed hidden.

Confused but also curious, the unknowing hunter who spied the girl walking naked in his range was determined to check if he was just dreaming in the middle of the day or if he was just tricked by a mischievous prairie. He walked cautiously and with a precise gait, his agility and alertness were his best weapon at the moment.

And when he was closing to the approximate distance, he heard someone weeping.

He finally realized that it was indeed a girl. “Are you okay, little miss?”

The weeping continued. “Look, I’m here to help, is there anything I can help you with?” he spoke in a mild tone.

“Please, sir, don't go near me, I’m really not presentable to look at,” she still hid herself, only showing her head, her long blonde hair was on her face.

“Oh, okay, are you getting cold? You can have my coat, you can use it,” he peeled the green riding hood and held it towards her. “It’s fine, you can take it,”

“Thank you, sir, how could I ever repay you?” she finally emerged, holding the coat and immediately threw it around her body.

“Oh, jeez,” the hunter saw a glimpse of her naked flesh, her ample breasts, even the curly blonde hair down to the deep v between her legs.

“You are such a gentleman, sir,”

“François, my name is François,” he reiterated, while his heated gaze was on her lovely curves and gulped in when she slightly tugged the hood sideways, showing her inner thigh.

“You have a gun with you, are you hunting wild animals?”

“No–I, I… Yeah,” the huntsman stammered.

She giggled. “You seem to be surprised,”

So she stepped closer until there was no distance between them. The huntsman still couldn’t think properly as he marveled and fixed his eyes only on her.

“You are so warm, I’m been out in the woods for so long, I was freezing, I need some heat from another person, can I?”

He gasped for air when she slid her hand to his broad chest going down.

“Can I touch your gun, uncle?”

“No, it will be very dangerous if you….” he didn't finish his word when she put her naughty hand around his aroused groin. Then he groaned.

“It looks so warm and thick and long,” she closed her eyes then she whispered. “You can have me all you want, I won’t tell anyone,”

With that signal, the huntsman grabbed her face, stared at her before he aggressively claimed her lips. Hungrily devouring her lips while his hands secured her in place, on her jaw and the other one on her rear end, cupping her fully rounded buttocks.

He stopped to get some air before he savagely peeled off his clothes, dropping everything including his gun on the ground, she even helped him unbuckle his belt and released his raging manhood. He grabbed her waist, drove her backward and pinned her to the tree trunk. Savoring and cherishing her sweet sixteen body.

“Oh dear, you’re so promiscuous,” the huntsman blurted out when she tried to rock her hips towards him.

“Mr Huntsman, please, take me,” she begged with doe eyes.

“I will gladly do that,” he remarked and engaged in another torrid kiss.

The callous hands of the huntsman explored her nakedness and even caressed her arched back before he carried her and laid her down on the splayed coat on the forest floor.

“You are so beautiful, young lady, what is your name?”

“I’m better known as Little Miss Riding Hood, only if I could find my clothes, they got blown away by the harsh wind when I was bathing, I need to find them all,”

“Okay, I will just buy you a new one, but first,” the huntsman positioned himself, lifting her leg and setting it apart from the other one. “I need to get some love,”

“Uncle, please be gentle with me, it is my first time,” she confessed while putting her hand on his nape and his shoulder.

“For real?” he exclaimed incredulously. Before he eyed her then chuckled. “Why am I so lucky, I got the first grace from God,” he took his green hunting hat off and started showering her with kisses on her face.

She moaned as she felt his ministration was working on her already, making her so drenched.

He kissed her neck and sucked her while sniffing her scent. Getting already aroused, he dotted her with small kisses all over her body, sucking while also cupping her breasts. Admiring her youthful vigor.

She arched her back and curled her toes when he dived down to slurp her nectar which sent her into feverish excitement.

The huntsman was indeed an experienced man she mused as she felt her second climax coming.

He even teased her inside, tickling her with his talented fingers. And when she couldn’t hold it anymore, she whispered.

“Put it on me, warm me, fuck me, and claim me,” nipping his ear which sent them both a wild erotic sensation.

He thrust in, pulling out a little, adjusting, and thrust in again, in a very erotic motion that made the little promiscuous riding hood gasp and sigh in elation.

“You’re right,” the huntsman muttered. “You’re pretty tight, but I can do something about it, just a few tricks and you will become a learned girl,” he added while continuously ramming her.

“Faster, uncle, faster,” she cried out, digging her nails into his halfway-naked back.

“All right, kiddo, you ask for it,”

The huntsman controlled the pace and went faster, pounding and peppering her with his raging carnal hunger.

She was feeling the pressure on her lower back and her pelvic bone was grazing mercilessly on the ground, she finally adjusted and joined him in his ride.

The huntsman smirked and together, they bounced and united, bound in a sudden tryst, they continued pumping and grinding. She reached the finished line and he followed.

After that rigorous sexual act, he warmed her up and hugged her. She stayed nestling inside his arms.

“How old are you? Little Miss Riding Hood?” he asked after they cuddled up and rested.

“I’m sixteen, I just turned sixteen yesterday,”

“Whew, you’re such a big catch, I’m thirty-seven,”

“You don’t look that old,” she nestled and snuggled closer into his chest.

“Would you like to be my wife? I’m still a free man, not yet married until now,”

“Marrying is not my priority at the moment, I just love to be loved,”

Frowning, the huntsman gazed down on her face. “But what we did is some kind of prohibited to two people not yet married, you will get yourself into trouble if this thing blows you pregnant,”

“I don’t care,” she said dismissively before meeting his intense gaze. “Can we go for another round?”

“You still wanted to…”

“Please, uncle,”

The huntsman gave her an incredulous smirk but agreed to it. “All right, be ready to be blown away, little missy,” he flipped her over and went behind her, kneeling.

“Because I’m not gonna leave you still walking on foot, I will leave you crawling,”

“Mmm, sounds like a good plan,” she replied which sent the huntsman chuckling.

They indulged themselves in their carnal desires and drowned the place with their moans, groans and babymaking sounds. Making the creatures around them full of envy and mated together with them.

As if it was the rut season. Indeed it was a mating season for her. For her wanton and lustful evil nature that finally set her free.

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After a few positions and some spicy romance with the huntsman, she dressed up, stealing some of his stuff. His waistcoat, threadbare shirt that reached her thighs and his hunting leggings. Unfortunately, she couldn’t wear his boots because they were too big for her feet.

After fixing her looks, she glanced back at the sleeping man and smiled. He was a bit nice to her, treating her like a delicate piece of artwork. She definitely would miss that huge dick.

Eyeing him one last time before she stood straight, suddenly felt wobbly but managed to steady her walk. She gave another glance to the man who claimed her maidenhead. He was indeed telling the truth, he would wear her out.

She finally felt the long hours of exchanging kisses and non-stop sex with this man. Her whole body was sore.

She smiled, knowing her first was definitely not going to be her last. Though she wanted to meet him again some other time, spread her legs and rock her hips for him.

Little Miss Riding Hood walked for hours into the woods and was finally consumed by her aching body and a grumbling stomach. Then she saw a cloud of smoke from above the atrium of the clustered tree. There was a house and it was close to her direction.

So she decided to find it and seek shelter. It was getting dark and she didn’t want to sleep again in the forest.

After a few trekking and climbing down the hill, she saw a lone hut in the middle of nowhere. She continued to walk and looked around for any possible threat or the owner of the house.

She tried to knock but she decided not to and sneaked inside instead. It seemed the shanty was abandoned and shabby. The door was not locked and she could smell the stench of something old and rotten.

It was indeed, a neglected and old hut with stuff that was dirty and outdated.

But despite the ugly scene, she smelled something delicious, it flirted her nostril and led her to the kitchen at the back.

She spotted the freshly made pies and a hot meat soup boiling in the cauldron at the fire pit. She looked for a bowl and spoon and partook in her dinner.

Just when she was halfway done eating, she heard a noise, thudding footsteps approaching. An old man emerged to the threshold giving her a grumpy face.

“Who are you and why are you eating at my table?” he angrily spoke while pointing his finger. “You trespassed my home, get out!”

“Oh Grandpa, I’m really sorry, I was lost and hungry so, I didn’t mean to come inside unannounced and eat your food, it’s just, I’m famished,”

“I don’t care! Get out of my house!” he hissed and took her hand.

“Please, grandpa, I have no place to go, can I stay the night? Just one night, please,” she begged then went on her knees. “Please, I will do anything,” and looked at his face. “Anything that will please you,” before she went near and clutched on his knees.

The old man felt uneasy and shoved her hands away, stepping back before he cleared his throat. “Okay, I am not that heartless, you can sleep tonight here, in my room, I can sleep on the couch,”

“Or why not we both sleep together in your bed, Grandpa?” grinning mischievously. “I ate your food, you can eat me too, just to return the favor,” she stood, taking a step closer.

She could see that the old man was getting nervous, unsettled by her naughty proposal.

“Y-you don’t know what you’re saying, young lady,” taking a few back steps.

“I know what you’re thinking and I know you wanted it,” she started unbuttoning her shirt, untied her belt and lowering her leggings.

“Oh dear,” he fell on the chair, eyes glued on her while she undressed.

Half naked, she walked toward the old man and sat on his lap. “Tell me, grandpa, are your knees still strong?”

“You rascal! This is blasphemy!” he got angry, grabbing her waist and putting her down on the table, shoving the stuff on top and placed her to the edge and flipped her over, making her lean facedown the table and her naked buttocks towards him.

“This is what you get if you disrespect an old man,” she heard him unbuckling his belt as it jiggled and thudded as it dropped to the floor, he put three of his fingers inside her for a second before his erected manhood slid inside her opening.

She gasped as it was abruptly but she adjusted because it wasn’t that huge. The old man grunted, gasping before he thrust in again, and again and again, until they were both bouncing as the ramming of the old man went further.

“You’re a bit tight, but you’re not a virgin anymore,” the old man noticed.

“Grandpa,” she gasped as she was being rammed by the old man. “I want to see your face as you punish me,”

The old man heard it and flipped her over, grabbed her waist and put her back on the table. They started kissing and exploring with their hands. Soon, the old man went back to his business, tasting and branding her as his, still mystified that she offered her body for one night's pleasure.

They soon ended up on the floor and then went to the bedroom. Because of heavy thrusting, the old man took a toll on him and felt a sudden back pain, she giggled and suggested she go on top.

She was totally naked when she was riding the old man. She went deeper and hummed before getting faster.

The old man was enjoying her and the sight. Seeing her pleasuring herself while he was massaging her two huge breasts in his two hands.

He was losing his grip, holding it tight, he was struggling to breathe until she came first, his long-kept patient came out bursting.

With the tiring erotic dance they did, they both slumped in each other arms. Still amazed about what just happened, the old man looked at the girl, who was snuggling inside his chest.

“Are you satisfied?” he mused feeling a little younger thinking he had slept with a younger lady.

“Not quite but you’re not bad yourself grandpa,” she replied, still feeling cozy inside his saggy arm.

“How old are you? If you don’t mind me asking,”

“Sixteen, I’m of marrying age, grandpa,”

The old man whistled. “I’m sixty-two, the difference of forty-six years,”

“I don’t care, as long as you can make me come, you’re good,”

“Do you want to be my wife?”

Suddenly the girl giggled. “Don’t make me laugh grandpa, I’m not the marrying type, I just love having sex, that’s all, and you just came in handy when I needed some food and shelter and…warm body,” she was dozing off.

The old man frowned but argued no more, he knew at first look that the girl was not being serious but he wanted to keep her now that he had tasted her body and was enthralled by her youthful beauty.

“I think I like you now, little missy,”

“Can we go to sleep now, I’m tired, I had a long day,”

The old man fell silent before he asked. “Can I get you anything? I can make new stuff for you,”

“Boots, I need boots for my feet, I need it badly,”

“Alright, you'll have your boots first thing in the morning.”

The girl looked at him and kissed him full on the lips. “Thank you, I’ll spread my legs for you tomorrow morning before I leave,”

“You’re leaving me soon?” his old heart was starting to feel lonely. “Why? You just came into my life,”

“Grandpa, don’t be delusional, do you think I will stay in this kind of place?” she even joked. “On the other hand, your whiskers tickled me, don’t shave that for me okay, if we happen to meet again someday, I’d like you to go down and eat me, that would be great,”

“Mm, okay, sleep tight, my little sweet thing,” the old man placed a kiss on top of her head and tried to get rest.

But what she said earlier was keeping him awake, so after she was fast asleep, he sneaked out of the bedroom, with a plan in his mind. He would tie her up in his bed so she could never leave him. So they can make love over and over again.

But first, he must grant her request so she would think of him suspiciously.

He went to his workshop and started to work on a pair of shoes. He measured her feet earlier on before he went out, taking his leathery goods out of his treasure chest.

He worked all night long just to finish his project. He was good at it, in fact, he was known to be the shoemaker when he was at his prime. He also had a family but he lost them when his wife ran away with another man together with their sons leaving him alone in the forest, he was devastated after that and turned to alcohol, he threw his life and ended up in this miserable situation.

But it would change, now that he found another inspiration. He was determined to make the girl stay and become his wife. By hook or by crook, he would make her mine and hopefully, bear his child.

*A/N*

In the early age, people marry at very young age, from a tender age of 12 to 16 years old. I know it's a little bit disturbing if this happened in this generation, I mean, come on, that's pedophile folks! Well, the story was depicted and set in the middle of 18th century so, yeah, just giving you a heads up.