by Rose Caraway
The Wolf stiffened at the sight. As he looked into the sky he became aware that Little Red and her tempting underthings were not the only reason his skin was tingling electric. He was going to have to act quickly. Though he wanted to hear her scream and beg, first he wanted to gain her trust. If she saw what was about to happen the shrieking would begin far too early.
The Wolf glanced at the full moon again, before creeping closer to Little Red. She was braver than he would have expected, not letting out a peep as he laid his chin on the rock next to her. She smiled, taken in by his puppyish behavior. Before she could contemplate reaching out to touch his head, however, she met his orange eyes. In an instant her lids became heavy and she was seemingly unable to look away. Her limbs relaxed, causing her legs, suddenly heavy as stone, to fall out straight in front of her limp body.
He began soothing her without speaking a word, communicating using only his thoughts. These powers came in handy at times like these, since humans didn’t ordinarily understand wolf speak. He explained to her that soon he would change out of his wolf suit and she wasn’t to be afraid, that she should trust him because he was a kind wolf. She nodded her understanding.
With the task of subduing her complete, he fell to the ground, moaning and howling the primal belly-rattling noise of an animal evolving into something more. He stared into the glowing orb in the sky and felt himself change in a series of convulsions he could do nothing to control. When he was done flailing about in the dirt he was as much man as he was wolf. It felt good to rise on two legs, naked except for the abundant dark hair covering him. Thankfully he still had possession of his claws and sharp teeth, in addition to this half-man body, which he was going to enjoy putting to use. It was the best of both worlds.
The Wolf reached to cup Little Red’s chin in his hand, pulling her face to look in his direction. It was then that Little Red appeared to take in the waking dream she found herself in. A statuesque naked man stood over her. And though she had no idea where she was or how long she had slept she wasn’t the least bit anxious; instead she was incredibly turned on. She examined the man standing before her and smiled up at him playfully.
“Hello little girl,” the Wolf sneered in his man voice. “What might your name be?”
She didn’t respond so he decided to call her Red. He snorted in a heady dose of her smell, reading the simple human needs on her scent. With as much mock compassion as he could muster, the Wolf inquired if Red was hungry. Slowly Red lifted her shoulders as if she were the wrong person to ask. It was then that the Wolf remembered he hadn’t given her permission to speak. He sighed deeply at this oversight before realizing the game would be much more exhilarating this way.
“I know how to remedy that. Come with me and we’ll find you some dinner.” He reached out his paw-like hand and beckoned her off the rock to follow him.
Little Red let him pull her up onto her shaky legs. Forgetting her Mary Janes, she walked in stocking feet behind the Wolf, barely able to keep up. He led her deeper into the woods, trees engulfing them and snapping at her bare arms as they passed. The Wolf waited until they were a distance from the clearing before he stopped.
Dense trees surrounded them; there were no sounds save those of insects and smaller creatures that didn’t have the good sense to scamper in the other direction. No one and no thing would hear them in this place.
The Wolf watched as Red’s eyes strove in vain to focus in the darkness; eventually she gave up and tightened her grasp on his arm. He grinned as Red pressed her warm body against his, her scratchy dress brushing roughly across his naked skin, causing his prick to harden. If only she knew he was the thing in the forest she should be most afraid of, perhaps she wouldn’t have been so eager to get closer to him.
“That bush over there straight ahead has the best berries in the woods.” The Wolf pulled his arms from her grasp to point in front of them, knowing full well she couldn’t tell one bush from another in the dark. This was just as well as there wasn’t a bush, tree or picnic basket in the forest with anything edible to humans.
He watched with glee as Little Red’s hunger overtook her and she let go of the Wolf to grope her way forward. Arms stretched ridiculously in front of her, Little Red tried to feel her way to the promise of food. Vines scratched at her arms as she pawed at bushes, hoping to feel something she recognized as fruit but finding none. Thinking she had reached for the wrong plant she pouted then continued feeling at others.
The Wolf watched from a safe distance, drooling at her struggle and the scent of her blood in the air where thorns had cut into her soft white skin. But above that, another scent crossed his palate: a stronger, demanding scent. He allowed a paw to wander down his body and stroke his hardness, savoring the moment, this calm before his evil fantasies came to fruition. He waited until she was kneeling in the bushes, her behind swaying out from under her red-and-white dress, practically presenting itself to him. He couldn’t imagine controlling himself any longer.
The bushes Little Red had been rooting around in made a perfect cushion for her face, as he took one of her braids in each hand and forced her onto the ground. The smell radiating off of her was almost overpowering, permeating their surroundings until he became breathless. His actions seemed beyond his own instincts. With her cheek lying against the cool earthen padding, arms folded beneath her at an odd angle, she made such a pretty picture. It was nearly too easy to have his way with her.
And so he did. Her thin underthings offered no resistance; he wrenched them from her body in one rapid swipe, expecting Little Red to protest. In the next movement he brought the torn garments to his nose to sniff them greedily, stiffening even further at the intimate, earthy scent of her before tossing them to the ground.
He fumbled next with her petticoats and crinoline, eager to finally get past the layers humans insisted upon wearing, until he got to the parts of her that interested him—that seemed to direct him. She was a sight with all the fabric around her shoulders and nothing but her exposed bum framed in front of him. Her frenzied half-untied hair he continued to use as a handle. The misplaced clothing also conveniently worked to confuse Little Red, who couldn’t seem to figure out how to dislodge herself from the situation or her frock. He quickly dismissed the suspicious idea that perhaps she was merely putting on a show for his benefit; he was too excited to contemplate such ridiculous things. Never would such a beauty freely give herself to him.
Finally he could no longer deal with the anticipation. His rock-hard staff was inches away from her hole. Her only response to his inevitable penetration of her was a small noise that the Wolf mistook for distress but was in fact quite the opposite. It was hard to tell if it was of acquiescence or discomfort, but he of course assumed the latter. However, Little Red’s enthusiastic grunting perked his ears.
Half of him was disappointed with his decision to keep her under his trance and he assumed that the fighting and screaming would be in abundance soon enough. Now, however, he would be a total fool not to revel in the simple pleasure of having his way with her.
While pounding into her, he thought briefly about keeping her around awhile, extending the game a couple of days before he made her into dinner, of course. He could drag her to his cave and listen to her enchanting voice as she cooed and begged, all the while using her however he wished. It was a lovely idea to consider. In reality he knew that as soon as the moon left the sky what little self-control he maintained would leave him along with his half-man body. In the daylight, when he was back to being fully wolf, Red wouldn’t stand a chance.
With this strange notion newly solidified in his mind, the Wolf threw himself fully into the mindless abandon of having Red. The way the Wolf pounded into her tiny frame it was a wonder he hadn’t yet split her in half. Women weren’t exactly built to accommodate wolves under the influence of the full moon. This only further added to his fun.
Grabbing at her hips, leaving dirty claw marks imprinted against her skin, while animal howls
and grunts escaped his throat, his greedy lust took over for his body and brain. The Wolf panted and thrashed against the pliable, rag-doll body of Red. He lashed at the remains of her shredded crinoline, pulling it from around her waist with a tortured final snap. Without that tulle barrier blocking the way the Wolf was allowed his first view of Red’s face since he had begun fucking her.
Her hair was no longer bound but splayed out at all angles in chaotic tangles around her head. When he stopped howling into the voyeuristic sky he could hear her making noises into the trampled ground. Addicted to the rush of power her stuttering breath created within him, he wanted a closer audience to any sounds that were desperate enough to escape through the bindings of the trance she was in. Such lovely music were the cries from her parted lips. Grasping a thick tangle of her red locks, he tugged her head back from the ground so that he was now looking at the side of her face and hearing her no longer muffled grunts. She was a ravaged mess of mud from the grassy rut where her head had lain and her tears or drool—he couldn’t tell which—had mixed with the earth to make a disheveled mess of her. The strange mumblings, the sweaty sheen on her forehead despite the chilly air, and her hopelessly sullied body excited him to near bursting.
Before he allowed himself that release, he took more of her hair in his other hand and forced her head back farther still to pull her tiny frame into an impossible arch to study her while he fucked her. Though he thought it impossible, this new angle allowed the Wolf to force himself even farther into her body. Into that space of her cunt no decent lass would allow anyone to enter. Overcome, he felt himself thrusting so deep and so hard into Red that he was forcing her open in the deepest, tightest, most forbidden limits of her body. That was when he allowed himself release, spasming messily into her.
Accustomed to conflict rather than calm after such exertions, he chose this moment to break the trance he thought she was still under. He wasn’t just a beast to be teased, after all. Red would have to face her consequences. He breathed hard against her back, feeling himself soften inside her but only momentarily; the immediate recollection of what had just occurred made him stiff again. When he had a good grip of her head and could see the strain in her face from the tightness of his hold, he knew this was the perfect time to wake her fully.
He was rather logically expecting any manner of screaming, begging or crying, particularly looking forward to any variation on the words no, please, stop, or you horrible beast! Any or all of them, in any combination. This is what he was accustomed to hearing. In anticipation he tightened his grip on her hair.
So the Wolf was more than a little surprised when Red calmly turned her eyes to him, and said as plainly as if asking his name, “Silly Wolf, why did you stop? I was just starting to enjoy myself.”
His shock jolted him into dropping his hold on her, giving her a chance to rise up on her hands and turn her head fully to him so that she could enjoy the wide-eyed and aghast expression on his face. His look was pained, as if she was the one who had just finished roughly having her way with him.
It was almost a shame to ruin his plan, but he deserved the jolt. Over were his days of taking advantage of women who were foolish or naive enough to wander into his realm in the dark. He had met his equal this time. Red knew all about this dark creature and had sought out the Wolf whose ravenous appetite matched her own.
After a full minute of her looking back at him, the Wolf still seemed to be struggling to make sense of the situation. He was so focused on his usual course of things that he had no clue what to do. She hadn’t fought back. She wanted to be used? This was absolutely unheard of.
Red tried to get him to snap out of it and continue where he left off. As they were still connected at the hips, she moved hers against him hoping to suggest that he carry on the rhythm of his thrusts. Even with the confused look on his snout she couldn’t help but notice he was still firm inside her, yet he continued to pitifully rest against her, unmoving.
It was then that she remembered she had just now made the mistake of making eye contact with the Wolf. Poor thing, it was embarrassing how much more powerful her magic was. He ran around thinking he was the king of the forest, so powerful, so scary, so dangerous, so fierce. In reality she didn’t need any of his boring old mumbo jumbo to create a trance. Recently she had gotten so talented she could just look at someone with the intent of silencing him and it was done. She was still getting accustomed to it.
She was also bright enough to know where to find the Wolf and protect herself easily from his lame hypnotic suggestions. The sweet, innocent girl lost in the woods act was just a lure, and it had worked perfectly. He had never suspected, so full of lust that he hadn’t bothered to notice the alluring smell of trickery wafting off of her the entire time.
She had been quite lucid and enjoyed every thrilling moment of his game. Red couldn’t quite decide what part she liked the most; the experience of fornicating with a magical creature or beating the Wolf at his own insidious game.
She looked over her shoulder at the Wolf again, careful this time not to make eye contact. “Well, if you aren’t going to fuck me I’ll have to do it myself.”
Red lifted herself off of his rod and crawled away from him a bit, pitying him just enough to give a show as she straightened herself out as much as was necessary, taming the stray hair that had been tickling her face and spitting out the grass she had been chewing to muffle her pleasure. When she was done, Little Red pushed him over with the touch of one finger. She watched him fall from a kneeling position to lying supine and vulnerable on the ground. It would have been comical to watch if it hadn’t been so easy.
She was talented but the trance she had put him in held no element of control over his stiff member, which continued to point up at the sky. Red had to admit she was impressed with his contribution. Grinning, she threw a leg over, straddling his midsection, and slowly eased her way onto his cock.
Taking her time to ease every little bit of him in, she lifted herself all the way up again before she started the long journey in the other direction, never fully allowing him to penetrate her and careful to never totally stop touching him. She did this over and over again patiently, never changing her speed or rhythm, continuing to tease him, enjoying his grunts of frustration.
When Red suddenly broke the routine and drove herself onto his cock until it was in her to his full extent the Wolf realized how much trouble he was in. She was bucking around on his member in a manner that made him concerned that she might break him in half with her enthusiasm. Instead of worry, however, all he felt was lust more all-consuming than anything he had experienced before. He watched her thrash with her long hair occasionally coming to rest over her face, making a lush curtain over her features.
The last bits of her gingham dress were filthy and falling over one of her freckled shoulders exposing part of her ample breast with her bouncing motions, though her areola never managed to break free into his view. The Wolf was suddenly very sorry he hadn’t torn the dress from her body when he had the chance.
Under the weight of her rocking mechanizations the Wolf managed to break his gaze away from her to notice the ever-brightening sky. It would only be a matter of moments before the sun broke, the clouds retreated and the formerly black nook in the forest where they lay was pierced by a new day. The power of her young agile thighs engulfed him, pressing hard against each of his legs, holding him down and grinding his back ever farther into the ground.
He alternately looked at the sky brightening and at her in awe, wild haired, eyes closed, gasping as she rocked in a primal, ageless rhythm. So beautiful. So dangerous. So be it if she should be the last thing he saw before losing his man-body or perhaps losing his life altogether.
Dawn began to settle in as the Wolf realized he had never bothered to test the boundaries of the rules set for him when he began his life in the dark and otherworldly woods. He had no idea who would be in more trouble when the sun fully appeared. Red, who would find a none-too
-patient Wolf locked in her loins, or him, melting in the sunlight.
When she opened her eyes fully and focused them on his, her grin made him think she knew exactly what was about to happen.
The Skilled Technician
Kate Maxwell
Confiding in her therapist Laura postulated, “I think I’m a woman of extremes…I’ve gone from celibate to sex addict in the span of three months. Seriously, it’s all I think about anymore. I find myself fantasizing all day long about a good fuck. Usually the thoughts kind of hop around inside my head, but if I actually allow myself to focus on the fantasies, I’m literally in a lather within moments and ready to jump on the next guy I see. This isn’t me! I never used to even think about sex. It was like I knew it existed for other people, but it just wasn’t a part of my life anymore. A few months ago I didn’t engage in sex at all, nor did I give it any thought. Now I do both. Like, all the time. I downright fantasize and find myself obsessing about getting laid, and then acting out those fantasies when I find a guy who interests me. And lots of guys interest me these days. Honestly, I don’t even know who I am anymore.”
The female therapist, in a rather clinical voice, asked, “Do you masturbate?”
Laura grinned, rolled her eyes and almost exasperatingly replied, “Uh, yeah! I have to relieve the pressure somehow!”
“Well, then you are handling things appropriately.”
“Appropriately? I’m way out of control. See, you have to understand, this is not me. I’m not a nymphomaniac, or an animal, or some slut. I’m a good girl who doesn’t do these things. I’ve never been like this before, and I’m not sure if I like being this way now”—Laura let out a sarcastic twist of a laugh and went on—“but I don’t want to do what I have to do in order to stop.”
“What do you feel must stop?”
“The sex!”
“And what do you feel you must do to stop it?”
Laura paused, thought for a moment, then answered honestly, “Go to confession, repent and pray that God will help me be strong enough to stop.”
