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Little Red Riding Hood

 
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The contents below might be found too sexually graphic or offensive to some readers, if you might be one just sit back and only listen to the song if you want to. It's a very rare track by the Rolling Stones.

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e3bhEPgu7Mc

"The dream started off much like any other, part real and surreal as it flashed from first person to third and back.  It was me but sometimes I was able to watch like a voyeur.  You were there."

 ~Howls

Who's that I see walkin' in these woods?

Why it's Little Red Riding Hood.~

 

* While replaying it over in her mind she shifted her weight over to one hip, an idle finger tracing the pattern on hard tensed muscle which elicited a deep rolling growl from its owner*

 

Long legs despite her short stature revealed creamy thighs framed between high black boots and the hem of a short black skirt sauntering in a leisurely pace through the darkened woods of the Kaibab. 

 

Like a cape and hood the lengthy mass of sanguine hair covered her profile and the midriff tee shirt along with much of the hourglass shape of her body that moved with a lazy and feline grace among the trees with a careless squish sound as her boots sank into the wet mire of grass, moss and mud.  

 

"A song played, perhaps out loud or just in my mind, maybe it was in the background like a movie sound track from one of those ancient discs Papa had restored and copied, then carefully edited of all sexual content before allowing his innocent and secluded daughter to watch.  Sometimes the innuendo’s sneaked through causing the curious teenager to tingle in sinful places and for some reason the words and melody of this one made me feel that way again,  desirous, wicked and guilt."

"I think the guilt made it all even more stimulating, it always has.  It must be a catholic thing. "

 

~Hey there Little Red Riding Hood,

You sure are looking good,

You’re everything a big bad wolf could want.

Listen to me.~

 

Little Red Riding Hood

I don’t think little big girls should

Go walking in these spooky old woods alone.

Howls~

 

Like a materializing shadow the canine form with brightly glowing eyes stepped from the brush and into her path, effectively halting her.  His fur bristled and the dark wet muzzle sniffed and twitched as keen animal olfactory absorbed the intoxicating scent of vanilla emanating from the meager wisp of fabric that clung to the splendid curves of her hips and upper thighs, he let out a growl and suddenly he was in a masculine human body, except for his eyes, claws and teeth that gleamed white within the feral grin on his face.

 

Where are you going Miss? Walking all alone and so late at night, in the forest isn’t very safe.” He said.  


Strangely, no sign of alarm was evident on the heart shaped face that gawked upwards at the Wolf.  Between guiless, light blue eyes and succulant cherry lips a light dusting of freckles lay across peaches and cream skin.  She turned slightly to point back in the direction she came from and relied; “My car is back there, a sniper shot out my tires then ran.  I’m on my way home to wait for my brother, it isn’t really that far and I enjoy the walk.”

 

~What big eyes you have

The kind of eyes that drives wolves mad.

Just to see that you don't get chased

I think I ought to walk with you for a ways.

 

What full lips you have

They're sure to lure someone bad.

So until you get to Grandma's place

I think you ought to walk with me and be safe.~

 

He chuckled, mentally rubbing his hands together in delight at his luck but at the same time felt a previously unknown tug at his conscience when she beamed at him with a heart pricking, dimpled and disarming smile. 

Speaking of prick, he thought to himself' that scent of hers has me hard as forged steel as well as hungry.

Savage lust for her body and blood overwhelmed the brief tender weakness but he fought for control, he would bide his time to ensure an uninterrupted feast in which he would devour this sweet dish in every way possible.  Making his voice sound as non threatening as possible; "Please Miss, allow me to accompany you as there is no telling what's lurking out here and I would never forgive myself should something terrible happened"

An electrified jolt sent him reeling when she sidled up against him and hooked a soft, delicate arm around his.  Nostrils flared and he felt almost drunk from the heady essence that was brought even closer and squelched his focus as his cock became painfully engorged. She guided him gently the rest of the way, chattering almost constantly although most of it was drowned out by pulsing, echoing blood. 

Like a starving wolf pup he followed beside her.

 

~I'm gonna keep my sheep suit on

Until I'm sure that you've been shown

That I can be trusted walking with you alone

Howls~

 

~Little Red Riding Hood

I'd like to hold you if I could

But you might think I'm a big bad wolf so I won't.~

 

They arrived at her door and by that time the beast within had welled up, his barrel chest heaved with heavy breaths as he paused and watched her enter. Beyond restraint he took a step forward and slammed the door closed, she turned her head and smiled as she looked back at him before proceeding to the bedroom, the few garments she wore a trail of breadcrumbs for him to follow.

Each of his feet seemed to weigh a thousand pounds but he shambled after her, Red Riding Hood lay nude upon the bed, words became difficult as the war inside him raged again then exploded with realization ..........

He didn't want to hurt her.

The strain appearant as he spoke; " This is your last chance, say no and I will leave."

The smile she wore was radiant, like a sunbeam shining into the darkest corners of hell, then she stretched out her arms to him.

 

~What a big heart I have, the better to love you with.

Little Red Riding Hood

Even big bad wolves can be good

I'll try to be satisfied with walking close by your side

Maybe you'll see things my way before we get to grandma's place.~

 

He lept to the bed, poised in a crouch between her legs while he took in the unfettered vanilla smell of her sex that stole his mind, body and the soul he didn't know he had.

An hour later he howled forcefully as he erupted inside her, he never seen her hand slide under the pillow and barely felt the sting of the hypodermic needle at his neck, by then it was too late and everything went black. 

Deep inside the soundproof basement the mournful sound of several chained wolves raising their voices in unison when a primal instinct told them another brother joined their ranks.

~Little Red Riding Hood

You sure are looking good

Your everything a big bad wolf could want

Howls .. I mean baaa baaaaaa~

 

The unique voice he used when speaking to her broke into her reverie when he asked; " What happened in your dream?"

With a veiled smile she rose from the bed they sometimes shared, arms raised to coil and pin her hair, her answer diverting; " Just a bunch of silly feminine nonsense I already hardly remember, do you want some tea before I take a bath?"

His eyes follow her unconcealed flesh till she is around the corner,  she pads barefoot into the kitchen, bustling about with heating water and selecting specific herbs for the tea. She looks over her shoulder, finding the room still empty she moves a hidden pannel in one of the drawers and takes out a small bottle of pills.  Five are counted out and dropped into one of the cups.

In a whisper that outloud sounded more like a breath then words she said;

"You won't leave me like the others did"

To his profoundly bad luck he missed the glimmering of her eyes that were devoid of even a shred of sanity

"Because this time I expect it, and I won't let you" 

little red riding hood

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Comments

Ramon Cain's picture

(O_O)

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Rumiko's picture

(( reminded me of this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cYBCrYPRFUU , intersting story for sure! )

Si vis pacem, para bellum.

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Abyss's picture

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Lost Bride's picture

(( Majestic! You are great at describing such descriptive lust Nisha. ))


"There was a girl, a girl named Lost. Her eyes, they were like frost" - from the infernal journal of Zane Gore

Agression's picture

(( I almost drooled ! Nice writeup ! ))

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Keith Rawkings's picture

((this looks familiar...))



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