Her hips kept rocking and her naked buttocks thudded against the tree trunk as the steady pummelling between her thighs was a lullaby to her as she moaned.
His lips captured hers once again as they joined in unison, rutting like wild animals in the forest. Indeed, it was the season for mating and hers was the time of the season when she took any chances and everything that her man would give. Anything to feel his warmth inside her.Even taking her in broad daylight. Under the mild sun of Autumn and in the middle of the darkened forest.She and her man met and made love, for the first time in the season. So she wanted more, to keep it in her memory once again until they met again. On another winter night, under the shining blue moon. Her lover has an enormous appetite.Her skin was sensitive to every kiss and lick of her man, who had been so rough to her lately but not today. He was a bit gentle and amorous.“Faster, Joachim, mmm,” she murmured as her lover was getting as enthusiastic as ever.“As you wish, milady,” he growled inwardly and thrust in and banged her hard.It made her eyes wide open and gasped but sighed then clutched his nape and shoulder. He buried his face between her neck and shoulder when he went crazily faster, pushing in and out, up and down. Her body joined the erotic motion and popped inside her.That was her third orgasm.“You're fucking wet, milady, and so soft, I wanted to bite you,”“You are devouring me, you wolf,”The manly laugh echoed as the thumping continued and the exchanging of gasps and pants. Soon, the man was coming, fast and hot. Hitting her erogenous spot with his long, thick shaft. Her wetness was the evidence of how eager she was for him. Her lover, her partner and her husband. Her alpha.Spilling his seed inside her, planting another brood from their union. They both sighed as the lovemaking was over and the heat subsided.“That was pretty long this time, my love,” she huskily spoke as she smoothed his unshaved chin. “And you're pretty patient with me,”He just smirked. “I don't want you to bleed again, did something hurt?”“Nah, nothing, I felt great,”His manly laugh made him younger than his age. “You little cunt,”She just smiled, he was staring at her naked body, spreading her legs freely for him. “I could still remember when we first met and had sex all night long, Blanchett, I just love fucking you senselessly,”“I love feeling you next to me too, especially when you're warming me from the inside out,”Joachim, her lover smiled before touching her face, tucking the golden tendrils to her ear. Her pearly white skin was turning pinkish when he was grazing his whisker alike beard on her neck and shoulders, her nipples erected automatically and wanting to be loved, he loves to suck her ample breasts and place kiss marks all over her body. Especially down to her groin.“How I hated to see you go, Joachim, can you just stay one more week with me?”He shook his head, took her hand and planted a kiss on her knuckles. “I can't, I can't let someone take the lead, my pack needed me too, Blanchett, I can't just stay here long,”“But, Joachim, how about me, if this sex produces another baby again, then how I'm going to explain it to my mama,” she mused. “Taking care of our daughter is already a toilsome job for me,”“Tell her that you get pregnant by a wolf,”She dabbed his arm as he chuckled. “Then tell her, there's no secret anymore, all of the people know you're my wife,” and kissed her lips. “My young and erratic wife, who always loves to be had in broad daylight,”Another smack from her made him laugh. “I'm serious, Joachim, I can't raise them both alone, if this came out,”Joachim sighed before collecting her and placing her inside his beefy arms. “Relax, Blanchett, if I could find a place to settle us down, I'll take you with me, but for now,” kissing her temple. “Just endure the words of your mama, she just doesn't want you to be lost,”“I am lost before, and you found me, my mate, my ultimate love,” she nestled into his chest and saw the necklace she gave to him.The one that differentiates him from his kind. “Joachim, I don't want you to go,” a trickle of tears fell on her cheek.Joachim heaved a long sigh and let her cry. He wrapped his arms around her even more and squeezed her tightly.“My love, I want you again,” sniffling, she looked into his lapis lazuli eyes. “Love me again, my mate,”Joachim gazed at her with hungry eyes before he took her offer and mounted on her again, this time with force just like their first time. Pounding her like she's just a piece of rag. Sating his carnal hunger and his lust.With her soft young body, she welcomed him again, burying his long shaft into her sheath of folds, remembering how he took her every night until she got pregnant with their firstborn. It was their treaty of peace until it became their agreement for marital union.She married him last year after she gave birth to her daughter, Georgette, and this was their first season of marriage. Their second mating season.She remembered it all very vividly when she got lost one night in the middle of the forest. She was picking berries that morning when she followed an unusual route going home.She eventually got lost and couldn't find her way back home. When suddenly, she heard some howling and hooting of the nocturnal birds.She was terrified. She was sixteen at that time and a newly menstruating teen. Every man's eyes were allured by her beauty, her charming smile and her lovely curves despite her young age. She also has a long voluminous blonde her and a red cape she often wears that was why she was called Red Riding Hood.Red means sinister.Red means a bad woman.Blanchett didn't mind the call out from other people because it was her favorite color and her grandmother gave it to her as a gift of becoming a lady.Until she got tricked by fate and ended up on the hunting track of a pack of wolves. The alpha saw her and had an initial plan of eating her flesh but she begged and bargained, Joachim who was in his other form got enthralled by her beauty and took her out from the sight of his kind and ravished her. They thought she was eaten by him. Well, she was indeed, because he went under her skinny belly and sucked her honey before they fucked.She remembered how he pulled her legs, grabbed her buttocks and felt his throbbing shaft inside her folds. How she screamed when the first intrusion and the painful transition of becoming a real woman, being had by an alpha male, a robust, full adult male who claimed her virginity, how he kissed her neck and sucked her blood.How she moaned as he made love to her that night, again and again. Until it became their habit. She became his sex slave for a week and more. Because she wanted more, she craved for more of him.When their eyes met, sparks fled and clothes scattered everywhere. She would always find herself pinned on the tree, his arms around her back and on the tree for support and her legs wrapped around his legs. They rut like hell that every animal in the forest could hear their moans and grunts. They don't care even if they were making a scene. They don't care if someone might see them. They just wanted to sate their carnal hunger.She became the alpha’s mate.And brought him a daughter.This time, she wanted to give him an heir.The tree couldn't hold her anymore as the thrusting continued and her hips were getting bruises. She didn't care as long as he was inside her, sating her loneliness and her sexual hunger.The thrusting and the panting continued as he felt his coming. She came first, twice, thrice before Joachim sealed it and drenched her once again. He buried his shaft to her deepest, repetitively rocking her lightly for some residue of his seed, he wanted her so badly, he could go for one more but, he needed to leave.They savored the moment for one more hour before they got dressed and walked to the nearby glen. She kissed him so sweetly and stayed inside his arms for more than fifteen minutes before she released him.He eyed her with longing and loving eyes. “I would miss you so bad, Blanchett, my wife,” and cupped her small face.She wanly smiled before she looked up at his face. She was just at his chest. “Come back to me soon, Joachim, your daughter and I need you,”“And a son,” then he smoothed the flat surface of her belly.She just smiled before she placed her hand over his. “Aye, a son, I hope I will miss my visit this month,”“If you do, I will always know, I can smell your blood even from miles away,”She cackled before he pulled her in a long kiss. “I love you, my love.”“I love you too, my alpha, I’ll see you in winter,”“Always close your doors tightly, milady,”She nodded so he decided to turn and walk away.In one more moment, he looked back at his young and lovely wife before he transformed into a beastly creature and started to run on four feet back inside the cloak of the dark forest.*A/N*Rated 18 mature story.This story is inspired by a well-known fairytale with a dark twist in it. Yeah, it is the slutty, erotic version of Little Red Riding Hood popularly written by a French author, Charles Perrault and popularized by the Grimm Brothers as well. As you can see, it has a spice and magical twist but also a spark of young romance. Please comment with your feedback so I would know if you like it and don't forget to vote. Thanks!It was another sunny day in a little cabin in the backwoods, where the beautiful maiden named Georgette was still sleeping, covered in her favorite blanket. Her grandma was busy cooking in the kitchen, a mouthwatering lamb stew and the aroma of the freshly baked bread was wafting to the air as it was filling the whole place, her grandma sheepishly smiled, knowing it would wake her. Surprisingly, she was right, Georgette put a big crack of a smile on her face as she recognized that smell, her favorite rye bread. It made her rise yawning and sprawling like her pet cat. “Good morning, Oglie, how was your sleep?” she petted her cat, sleeping next to her, curved like a fur ball. She purred and then yawned before going back to her nap. “You go and sleep some more, I have to go down and check what Grandma is cooking today,”She climbed out of her bed, stretched some more before she headed to her small powder room. She splashed her face with water then lathed a lavender soap she made a wee
After a few hours and some dilly-dally, Georgette made it on time, wearing her best suit and gearing for some rigorous activity. She wanted it so bad that she left her undergarment and let the cool wind of the night flow beneath her skirt. She shivered with excitement and cold, it was starless and the bleak sky was a bit strange. She hugged herself as she stood, looking around for her lover. She wore her favorite hood, her long, flowing red riding hood which was once owned by her mother. Her one hell of a slutty mother. Smiling to herself, well, what's the difference? She is just like her mother. The chilly air was biting her skin. She rubbed her palm to her arms and checked her boots, she felt her toes were curling up. She was freezing. Where could Wolfram be at this hour? He should be here right now, she mused. Just as she thought he stood her up, something caught her attention, On the right side above her, she saw something marvelous, something big and standing beautiful. Her
After a long night of exchanging kisses and heart-stopping intercourse, Georgette found herself awake in the middle of the dawn. Quite thirsty and hungry, she gingerly rose from the bed, careful not to wake her man. She smiled when she glanced back at his young, beautiful and virile man. He had worn her out. They did it for almost the rest of the night and stopped at exactly midnight. She blushed when she realized how wanton she was when she wanted to go down and suck his shaft. It gagged her when he pushed himself deeper, making her cough but continued to please him. He has a long weapon of choice and she could still not believe it fit just right inside her. Groaning, she also remembered how painful it was when he first thrust in and out. But it was a wonderful experience. She wonders if this night of mischief will bring her trouble. She was walking painstakingly slow when she stopped in front of crystal clear water in a pool. It seemed to her that it served as his bathtub. She m
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 lovel
It was the break of dawn when the old man finished his work and fell asleep in the chair. He was dreaming of running after his toddler in the field while his heavily pregnant wife was smiling at them, waiting for them to come home. He smiled, painting a picture-perfect family together with little Miss Riding Hood when he was awakened by a voice whispering to his ear.He jolted and realized he was tied up in the chair where he sat and fell asleep. The giggling continued, so he looked around and saw the girl, wearing the boots he'd made overnight. “This is wonderful, grandpa, it’s light and feels comfortable,” the girl danced around, she was wearing a familiar dress. The one with a corset and fine lace, satin petticoat and dark red skirt. She was tall and the hem of the skirt was pretty short for her but the bodice and the sleeves fit perfectly for her. She was breathtaking but the old man didn’t like that dress. He frowned. “Where did you get that dress?” anger bit his heart and it
Red Riding Hood walked for several hours and felt tired and a little hungry. So sat on the log and opened her basket to get the food she’d carried with her. She partook a dried morsel, she tasted it as lamb meat and honey-cured ham. She also sliced the rye bread and drank from the wineskin she filled with water in a spring she passed by on her way. After a small picnic, she started walking, still carrying the basket and crossed the river down the hill and met an unaware woman carrying a large basket on her hip, presumably going to the river to wash the laundry. “Excuse Ma’am,” she started. “Where is this route heading? Is this the way to the town?”The laundress was surprised but smiled. “No, you’re heading to backwoods, my dear, you aren’t playing dumb to me, are you, Georgette? You know you’re way to your home,” while shaking her head. Riding Hood was stunned for words but recovered quickly. “You call me…Georgette?”The madam turned her head again, nodding. “That’s your name, or
Georgette spent the most splendid time of her life, helping her aging grandma with their household chores, starting to learn to cook meals specifically, baking goodies for their small trading while going out in the woods and sneaking to meet her lover, Wolfram at night. They would spend a blissful evening, dancing, singing and making love under the velvet night sky and taking shelter in his warm arms, wondering if they could finally announce their marital union. “I didn’t want this to end, Wolfie,” she sighed while nestling in his chest. Wolfram kissed her temple, shifting to accommodate her with his body as her bed and providing warmth for both of them. Sighing while looking aimlessly at the atrium of the cave. Keeping his silent and anticipating the impending tears that were threatening to fall anytime soon in her eyes. They just spent a romantic evening, ate their sup together in the candlelit banquet and made love after. Lying comfortably on his thick wool blanket and fur car
Riding Hood had it her way. She spent the day, completely consumed by her unruly display of lewd behavior, being had by men she just met in the street even in broad daylight, taking nothing but their strength and a few invaluable belongings. She spread her legs to older men, poked fun at the wee lad and got high in fever with her favorite lover, Salvatore, with whom she spent most of her nights in town, in return, he bought her lavish gifts and took her to a fine pub and imbibed liquor after a hearty meal before going down to their night time conquest. Either he or she controlled the game but both gained and met their needs for carnal love. After a month of living a debaucherous life, she had made a reputation, as a man-eater minx, equal to a lady killer in the form of a woman. But the town was small of her big appetite so she decided to go back to the forest and traveled to the uncharted place where she could find more men to taste and what could this life do to her. She consider
WHEN Georgette woke up, there were noises around her. She slowly opened her eyes and saw two or three gals inside her tent, bustling out and busying themselves with chores, hearing their giggling and jesting then halted when they saw her, sitting up and rubbing the sleep in her eyes.“Blessed morning to you, young lady,” one on her right greeted with a smile. The lady was wearing a blue-greenish dress with a decent low cutting of neckline, revealing a slight crevice of her bosom, a bodice that showed her tiny waist, and a nice skirt that flowed like water when she moved. Georgette was enthralled by her beautiful dress but the girl’s facial features were also equally captivating with pearly skin with a sprinkle of freckles running to the bridge of her nose, her thin yet straight nose, her hazel brown pair of eyes glinting with confidence and mirth. And plump bottom lip that had a pigment of red tint, bestowing a benevolent smile. Her crowning glory was a red-brownish locks that reac
GEORGETTE was restless upon hearing what the oracle had seen in her near future. She never believed in one because her grandma told her that those things, those people who didn’t practice Christendom and use the method of black magic were evil. Her grandma told her that believing in those practices and faith, would lead anyone to evil and into darkness and God would be angered and punish those people. She was raised believing in God, the All Mighty One, and the only way of redemption to salvation. She is raised as Christian yet, having a half-blood and an affinity to the dark creature, she couldn’t say she fully believes the Doctrine of the High Church regarding Christianity. But the thing that the priestess told her bugged the inside of her. She never wanted to linger on it but her thoughts would always bring her back there, knowing her babe’s welfare was a matter of concern. She was tossing and turning, trying to erase her past trials and troubles when her reverie made her awake
Blanchett was shaking and anticipating, standing in front of the old woman, whom they considered as the priestess of the Moon, Grand Zelda was getting quite silent for a long while, after she told her about what she found out about her daughter’s lover. “So, what do you think, Old Zelda? How can you interpret the signs?” she asked once again. With pursed lips, the old woman turned, walking slowly heading to her cauldron. She lifted it from the hook and took a handful of the ashes from the unused fire pit then walked to her circle, her witching stuff and herbs, took the runes, and prayed. She was chanting in jibberish, while looking above her head then slowly lifted her two arms, the ashes on her right, and the runes on her left hand. The chanting was getting loud and the old woman's voice was getting pitchy before screaming. Then dropped the ashes and the rune stones on the ground. The stones landed perfectly on the carpet while others were standing to Blanchett’s surprise. The
Red had been going in circles, she tried to trace back the last landmark she passed earlier on but the rock formations and the trees that she was seeing around were all the same. Then she followed a trail heading to an inlet and led her into the marsh, she didn’t know if she would be able to go back to where the last sign that she memorized when she entered the dark forest. She planned to harm Georgette and left her in the wilderness but she was the one that was lost. Annoyed and tired, she stomped her feet and marched her way to the grassland, hoping to find someone or something that would help her get out of this forsaken place. She sighed angrily, thinking that Georgette had tricked her and gnawed with loathsome despair to scratch the smile on that bitch’s face. “Bitch! I will kill you if I happen to find you!” she vindicated, throwing an angry fist in the air. She continued to walk, looking around and feeling a little distressed, she felt someone was watching her. She didn’
Wolfram was agitated. His mind was trying to concentrate on the inauguration of the rain season, to fill every aqueduct and riverbank and flows to the artificial channels preparing for the summer so that in harvesting season, the water supply was sufficient and prevented a drought and barren soil in the heat of this coming summer. He kept his worries at bay but his heart was longing for someone, his loneliness and emptiness were getting stronger as weeks passed by and his mind couldn’t take her away from his reverie. He missed her, so badly. Every time he was alone, he would hear voices, her whispers, her laughter, and her cries. His bonny maiden. His love, his life. His heart is calling for Georgette. His eyes fluttered open, his mind couldn’t keep this up and it might ruin the ritual. “You are quite distraught, my child, what is it? Is it about her again?” The voice from a female vixen broke the silence. He didn’t reply, knowing she already knew. It was a waste of time to deny
Joachim’s stern face scared Blanchett. She knew that her husband wouldn’t like the tidings that she just broke to him lightly, trying to lessen the intensity of his wrath. Soon, he grabbed the table and threw it outside. He snatched another chair and smashed it, she tried to stop him but he was furious, full of emotions and disappointment. It took a while before her husband stopped, sending the whole place into a disastrous sight. “Why did we let this happen to her?” he asked more to himself. Turning his back to her. She knew he was crying, angry, dumbstruck, and guilty, she could tell to his tensed back and panting the anguish of a father who failed to protect his daughter. Blanchett was speechless, she also blamed herself for what happened and why this happened. They abandoned their child, their firstborn child. “This is not your fault, Joachim, we didn’t want this to happen,”“But why my daughter?” he turned, showing his crystal tears and his dejected face. “She’s my daughter
Blanchett watched her son disappear into the forest with his peers, running and squealing, jesting and fooling around. She could still hear them, smiling to herself before she decided to look for her other child. She closed her eyes and let other senses help her in searching, she opened her eyes, getting the exact location. A thing she acquired when she turned together her unique power to sense someone’s intention behind the skin deep. They said it was innate in her, but Joachim concluded that it was her gift.A testament that their ancestors and deity accepted her as their member, she became one of the most powerful bay wolves in the tribe, second to Grand Zelda, the witch doctor and the only eldest left in the Rugabaga tribe. Joachim’s foster mother, whom she considered as her mother-in-law. Her daughter was in the vale, sitting in the huge stone and rock formation that served as the laundry and backwoods of their camp. Sighing, Blanchett realized that her daughter was missing hom
Georgette got bored and tried to ease it by walking out of her tent. Eyes were always on her anywhere she went, hugging herself and tugging her hood up, she hurriedly walked but bumped into someone’s chest. An arm caught her before she fell to the ground, then steadied her back to her feet. “I beg your pardon, Sir... I… was not looking,” she apologized, lowering her head. “It was nothing, young lass, but next time, watch your step,” the man, who saved him spoke and walked to her side. She didn’t look back at him, she didn’t even have a face to look at him but she heard him calling her name. So she turned just to see how charming and captivating the man was with his gorgeous grin and hazel brown eyes. “Welcome to Rugabaga, Georgette,” then he turned his back, leaving her the impression that he was flirting with him with that wink. She shook her head and smiled to herself, then she continued to walk when her brother jumped on her side which made her jerk up. “I got you with that!”
The sound of a loud horn blowing in the air made Georgette yell out and wide awake. Jerking up, she looked at her surroundings, checking where she was and why she was lying on a bed. Slowly sitting up, whispers from the outside of this huge tent, the flap was closed but she could hear the voices of the people, chatting or was it just her imagination? She looked at the interior and spied out for any sign of hostility, a canopy of thick fabric laid decoratively above her head and some outlandish ornaments hanging horizontally in a string tied in the bedpost where she lay. The mattress was tufted, lumps of cotton and sheepskins, sewn pieces to pieces to make a huge twin-sized bed. She also checked the thick yet downy piece of fabric that lay over her as a blanket. She lay it on her cheek and rubbed it against her hand, it was soft as cotton and thick as wool. Then a voice, a lad blurted out, peeping on the flap of the opening and saw her adoring the blanket. “Mom, She’s awake! Come!”