Amy “Red” Riding’s Hood (Adult fairy tale erotica) (3 page)

“It’s too
much! It’s too much!” she cried.

Amy felt
her eyes sink to the back of her head, and the rest of her body followed, down
into a sleepy darkness.

***

Amy floated
back up to the surface. Her eyes opened. She saw Sean’s head above hers. Where
was she? In her bed. In her bedroom.

Sean smiled
and said, “That was amazing.”

Amy tried
to remember what happened. “Did I fall asleep?”

“You passed
out,” Sean said. Dark heavens, his dimples were gorgeous. “I always heard
stories of how lycans can make humans pass out with their tongue. I wasn’t sure
it was true until now.”

“Come
here,” Amy said. She pulled him down into a hug. She loved his weight solid
upon her. She really passed out from his oral skills? So the rumors were true.
Lycans were great lovers and now she had her own.

“I can’t
wait for my parents to meet you,” she said.

Sean
snorted, “I’m sure they’ll be overjoyed to know I feasted twixt the thighs of
their daughter.”

Amy pushed
back to look up into his eyes. “I’m serious.”

He rolled
off Amy and stood up from the bed. “Red, you know how much they hate lycans.”

“But once
they get to know you....”

Sean
charged to her closet to retrieve his coat. “You’re dreaming.”

“They’re
not that dimwitted. Why won’t you give them a chance?”

After
punching his arms through the sleeves of his coat, Sean buttoned it hastily.
“Because I know them well enough to know they won’t give any lycan a chance.”
He stormed to the window.

Amy huffed.
“Well, if that’s true, why don’t you be the better person and confront them
about it? What are you afraid of?”

He stopped
at the window and sighed. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea, okay?”

“So, what
then? You want us to see each other in hiding for the rest of our lives?”

He looked
at her with defeated eyes, opened the window, and started to climb out.

Blazing skies.
Amy called out, “Sean.”

He turned
to look at her. Amy bit her lip. She said at last, “I’m going to Aunt Sally’s
tomorrow.”

Sean
nodded. “Meet me in the woods.” He looked down, as though planning his descent
at the exterior of the cottage.

“Sean.”

“What?”

She thought
about the woods. Isolated. Romantic. She was ready. “The woods are a great
place.” She smirked.

“For what?”

“For our
first time?”

Sean fell
off the windowsill and Amy heard a crunch of bushes outside. She rushed to the
window. Sean lay in the bushes with a huge grin.

She
laughed, relieved. “Are you okay?”

“Are you
kidding? I don’t think I’ve felt this good in years.” He stood up and brushed
himself off. “In fact, it’s too beautiful a night to walk home.” He took off
his coat and threw it up to her. She managed to catch it and her eyes popped
wide as she watched his nimble fingers unbutton his shirt.

Was he out
of his mind? “What are you doing?”

“My clothes
don’t fit me when I turn. Promise to keep them folded in a neat pile for me.”
Revealing his entire rippling bare chest, Sean threw his shirt up to Amy. She
let his coat drop to the floor and caught his shirt at her face, inhaling his
sweet scent.

Bundling
the shirt in her hands, she said, “Are you craz—”

His
trousers caught her in the face. She dropped his clothes on the floor and saw
him in just his drawers. Thunder and lightning! She wanted to taste every inch
of that muscular chest.

“Promise!”
he said.

“Shh!” For
sure, he’d wake her parents.

“Promise,”
he repeated with a forced whisper.

“Promise
what?”
Promise that I’ll claw your
sculpted back as you plow into me? Sure! I’ll promise that.

“Promise
you’ll fold my clothes.”

“Oh. Yeah.”
She placed a palm on her breast and felt the pounding of her heart. Lycans were
said to have acute hearing. Could he hear her beating heart?

“Good.” He
yanked down his drawers.

Thunderballs!
Amy covered her eyes. No, that was
not
a sausage she just saw. He was big!

Thinking
about his cock made her tongue swirl. She bit her lip and peeked through her
fingers, just in time to see the drawers being flung at her. She caught them.

“You sure
you’re ready?” He asked. “You want tomorrow to be the day?”

Amy laughed
nervously. Her eyes darted back and forth between looking inside her room and
at Sean.
How do you talk to a naked man?
Where are you supposed to look?
He wanted to know if she were ready to end
her virginity tomorrow? Seeing his tall neck, broad shoulders, thick pecs,
spectacular abs, and huge…biceps. Thunder and lightning, yes! She was ready to
call him back up and hammer that lovely rod of his into her aching pussy now.

“I’m
ready.”

“I’ll see
you tomorrow, then,” Sean said in all his naked glory.

He turned
– snout bursting from his face, fur frothing from his skin, arms and legs
bending to all fours – and pounced away into the inky night.

Amy brought
his drawers to her face and drew in his musky scent. It was going to be a long
night.

Amy slipped
into bed between her sheets. Sleep eluded her. She twisted in her blankets. The
excitement of losing her virginity to Sean kept her up. So did that part of her
that felt sorry for making him upset. But he didn’t know her parents like she
did. She knew they would accept Sean once they got to know him. They would
judge him by his actions, not by his lineage.

***

Eyes from
the darkened first floor of Amy’s cottage peered out the window. They watched the
wolf run into the woods. A thick silence lay heavy in the cloaked room.

A man’s
words sliced the silence. “We have a problem.”

A woman’s
nod went unseen. “I’ll get my sewing kit.”

***

Sean dashed
through the breezy forest, lycan legs propelling him powerfully forward.

In his
animal body, he felt free. His human heart and mind still worked, too. At
first, he thought Red suggested they have their first time only because she
felt bad for making him angry. Not a good reason to have sex. Besides, she had nothing
to do with him becoming angry. He was upset at society, at her bigoted parents.
Red would be wrong to think she was the cause of his anger a moment ago. All
the more reason it would have been wrong for Red to make it up to him by
offering to end her virginity.

But as he
ran in the cool night air he soon realized the truth. Her candid words, the way
she expressed herself so blatantly, it was what he loved about her so much. No
secrets. She would never keep any secrets from him. And he would never keep
secrets from her.

If she felt
sorry for hurting his feelings and the only reason she offered herself was to
make up for it, she would have said so. Her decision to share their first
sexual experience together was not related. She wanted it. She wanted
him
. The way she practically drooled at
the sight of him naked was enough proof. The more he thought about her wanting
him, the more joyful he became.

He bounded
through the woods homeward, paws fast and tail high, and howled with joy.

***

The
ungrateful winter morning shrugged some sunlight through her window as an
afterthought. Suspicious birds twittered their disapproval. But Amy welcomed
any light and song into her heart. Love found the goodness in everything.

She put on
a white, lace-trimmed chemise, the laciest she could find. Especially for Sean.
She made sure to tie extra tight her red bodice to lift her breasts as an
offering to his lips. She considered not wearing bloomers – imagine how
Sean would react to find nothing under her skirt! – but that was just
indecent. Over her bloomers she put on a red skirt.

Amy’s feet
drummed down the stairs to the kitchen.

Her
father’s face lit up, almost too happy. “There she is. How’s my baby girl?”

She laughed
at his absurd question and sat at the breakfast table. “Papa, I’m wed age.”

“She’s
right, Hon,” her mother said to her father. “She’s too much of a young woman to
be either a baby or a girl.”

And if they had any idea of what happened
last night,
Amy told
herself while serving herself a bowl of porridge,
such words as “baby” and “girl” would be the last words that would come
to their minds.
If she had any chance of convincing her parents that she
should be wed to Sean, she needed to present the idea in conversation.

“You don’t
see many people wed to lycans, these days,” Amy said at last. She caught her
mother and father giving each other a look. Not good.

Her mother
said, “People don’t wed lycans, and that’s all there is to it.”

“Aunt
Carmen was in a relationship with a lycan.”

“And she
has regretted it ever since. You’ve heard her. She says loving that beast was
the biggest mistake she ever made.”

Amy felt a
lump in her throat. “Please don’t tell me you’re a bigot.” The words came out
harsher than she wanted.

“Lycans are
dirty, flea-infested mutts,” her mom said.

Amy
couldn’t lift her eyes from her porridge.

“Listen,
Red,” her father said. “Everyone has their place in this world. People have
their place, lycans have their place. That’s why you see signs at restaurants
and other businesses that say ‘humans only.’ That’s why lycans go to different
schools, eat at different establishments, ride in different coaches. To be wed
to a human, that’s just not a lycan’s place.”

“How can
you say that, Papa?” Amy struggled to control her voice. “They’re no different
from us before they turn.”

Her mother
stood from the table. “I will not be a part of this conversation. I’ll get your
aunt’s provisions packed in a basket.”

After her
mom left, her father said quietly, “Being a lycan is hard. Be it right or
wrong, society shuns them and will shun anyone who spends time with a lycan,
Amy
.” Her father called her by her
hallowed birth name only when he was making a point. Did he know she was seeing
a lycan? Amy thought her parents had no knowledge of her trysts. She should
have known they’d be wise to her.

Amy
pleaded. “Papa, I love him.”

“There’s
nothing wrong with that. Falling in love is a beautiful thing. But understand
that people can also fall out of love. And if you’ve already been rejected by
society, you can never come back.” There was sour truth to his words.

“I’ll never
fall out of love with him.”

Her father
sighed. “There are a lot of reasons why a woman cannot wed a lycan. But I will
share the reason even you cannot ignore.”

Amy didn’t
want to listen, but her body couldn’t move to escape.

Her father
continued. “Think of the children. Half-breeds are treated worse than lycans.
Now, I know it isn’t fair, those children didn’t ask to be half-breeds, but
it’s the way society is and will always be. Society does not accept half-breeds.”

“Lycans
accept half-breeds,” Amy muttered.

“Well,
now,” her father said, “of course they would. Just as peasants accept royal
half-bloods.”

“I’m not
hungry,” Amy said, and delivered her bowl to the water basin of dirty dishes,
letting it fall in with a splash.

“Red,” her
mother said from near the front door, “I have something for you.” So cheerful!
She sounded as though their conversation of wedding lycans never came up.

Amy went to
her mother and was astonished to see a lovely red cloak with a hood. Was this a
bribe?

“What do
you think?” her mother asked, holding the cloak up.

Amy was
flabbergasted.

“Well?”

“It’s…gorgeous,”
Amy said.

“Come try
it on.” Her mother went behind Amy and draped the cloak around her. “Tie the
front while I attach the rest.”

Amy
examined the cloak’s drawstrings hanging down from her neck and noticed there
were also two loops of thin rope. What were the loops for? Probably decoration.
Amy took the cloak’s drawstrings and tied a bow in front of her neck as her
mother was flipping up Amy’s skirt and tying the cloak near Amy’s waist. Good
thing she wore the bloomers. Her mother probably wouldn’t approve of her being
naked under her skirt.

Was that a
snipping sound? Amy felt something pushing up between her thighs over her bloomers.
Like a flat, metal strip against her vagina.