My Sweet Degradation (26 page)

The time had finally come, and like a giant beast stalking its prey the Wolf crawled over her on hands and knees, pressing his naked chest against her breasts so that she had no option but to lie back on the mattress, pinned between it and his considerable bulk. With one hand he parted her thighs wide, and she made no effort to resist him.

She gasped nervously as the tip of his cock touched the flushed swell of her mound. She felt him draw up and down, smearing it with her own moisture and lubricating the head before he settled it against her entrance. Slowly he began to push, and Little Red shut her eyes tight with fear, drawing short breaths as she felt her body begin to yield. Her pussy lips stretched wide around the swelling head of his prick, but for such a beast of a man he was remarkably gentle. He pulled back two or three times to allow her to relax a little. She had never felt anything quite like it as he pushed deeper and deeper with every forward movement, and at the point where she felt as though she'd be torn in two if she was stretched any further, when her head swam with a heady mix of discomfort and bliss, the Wolf suddenly released a mighty howl and sank deep within her.

Poor Little Red cried out, her inner muscles convulsing against his stout shaft as he held still, buried in her to the hilt. Beyond the shock of the moment she gasped at how wonderful it felt to be penetrated so completely.

In time the Wolf drew slowly back until the thick ridge of his cock began to pull at her entrance once more, before he powered forward again, causing her to cry out with bliss-filled pleasure. The Wolf fucked Little Red with long smooth strokes of his giant shaft, and she angled her hips to accept him fully.

‘Oh, God!' she cried, even though she knew it was particularly wrong to blaspheme on a Sunday. But she simply couldn't help herself, and we must forgive her as the sensation of his outrageous cock pumping in and out was so much more than she had ever imagined it could be, and without thinking she raked her fingernails deep into the flesh of his back until even he was forced to curse and rise up on his arms.

‘Oh, fuck!' she shrieked, shutting her eyes and biting her lower lip. ‘Fuck me! Fuck me harder, Mr Wolf!' and the Wolf dutifully obliged.

He took her ankles in his giant fists and lifted her legs high and wide apart so that her bottom was lifted from the bed and she was forced to cry out with desperate sobs of pleasure. He withdrew completely and flipped her onto her front, before entering her from behind in a way that allowed her to imagine she was one of the whores from the village, or better still, that she was being taken against her will. And just when she felt her second climax begin to swell, he threw her onto her back again, sinking his wet erection deep inside her again.

The Wolf thrust and Little Red gasped to the wonderful joy of being fucked so thoroughly at last. Her orgasm overwhelmed her, and her scream of delight caused startled birds on the fringes of the forest to take flight. She had never known pleasure quite like it, but then gradually, inevitably, she began to slow and her awareness returned to a level where she could watch and feel the Wolf finding his own ultimate release deep within her weary body.

For a time they were still, hearts racing, exhausted. Little Red drew in the salty scent of his fresh sweat, proud that she'd given him such pleasure. Eventually the Wolf rolled to one side with a grunt and she rather cheekily threw out an arm so that her hand could rest upon his sticky, semi-erect prick.

A short while later, and with no little disappointment, she watched as he climbed from the bed. He stood before her, naked and unabashed, and she couldn't help but eye his mighty cock hanging between those trunk-like thighs, and she dearly wanted to play with it some more.

‘Time to get you back home, Little Red,' he said. ‘Your family will be wondering where you've got to, and as it'll be a full moon this night, there's no telling what beasts will be out there with a taste for fresh blood.'

Red gave him a sideways glance to check that he was joking, but he ignored her and set about dressing. Releasing a sudden involuntary shiver she agreed that perhaps it was indeed time for them to leave, and climbed off the bed to wash and dress too.

Like a good girl she changed the bed linen and found a clay jug to arrange the wild flowers in, while the Wolf set fresh firewood in the hearth for granny.

They took the long way back by the road, but it was much cooler now, and in a way she wanted to take her time. She had so much she wanted to ask him, about his travels, and if any of the stories people told about him were true, but for once she was just happy being silent, and so they walked on without sharing a word, enjoying the first signs of sunset painting the sky with purple and gold.

Once they reached the boundary of her father's farm they stood still. ‘Would you like to come and share some food?' Red asked, a little shyly. ‘I'm sure there'll be plenty left over from lunch.' The Wolf just smiled and shook his shaggy head.

Red turned and looked towards her little house in the distance, the first oil lamps already burning from within, and she knew he was right. He would not be welcomed.

Spinning round to say a final goodbye and to ask if she might see him again, Little Red gasped to discover that she was all alone once more. This time she didn't bother to look for where he might be, as she knew well that he was gone, yet perhaps still watching.

And so, dear reader, as Little Red wound her way up the tree-lined path to her home, we reach the end of our tale. Does it finish with a happily-ever-after? Well in a way I suppose it does, only perhaps not in the way you might expect. Red did not marry the Wolf and they did not settle down in the forest to raise a little pack of their own. In the same way as a wolf will always be a wild killer at heart, no matter how carefully you train it, Little Red would always be Little Red. It was in her nature, and it wasn't long before she was back to her old tricks and enjoying herself as before.

I could go on to tell you about how she soon sought those boys who had once paid her brother to watch as she bathed, to offer them so much more if they gave their money directly to her instead.

I could let you know that the very next time she led a little audience to watch her swim naked in the creek, she marched straight up to where they lay hidden and demanded they touch her inappropriately or else she would tell her father they'd been spying on her.

I could tell you that on that very next Friday evening, when the farmhands returned drunk from the tavern, Little Red came knocking at their door to show them she was not so ‘little' any more.

Maybe I could even tell you how that following summer, when once more the travellers came to work the fields, she allowed them to persuade her that, where they came from, it was quite normal for a pretty young lady, such as she, to suck their cocks one after the other, until her body was rendered little more than a sticky mess.

I could even go on to let you know that, when the mood took her, Little Red could be found wandering alone in the forest with a bare bum and short dress in the hope that she might stumble across wicked men who might tie her up and use her young body until she would be forced to beg for mercy.

These are all tales for another day, however, and ones I will gladly tell; all you need do is find me...