Amy “Red” Riding’s Hood (Adult fairy tale erotica) (4 page)

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“What is
that?” Amy asked. She pulled the cloak at her waist and felt that metal object
between her legs, whatever it was, pull with it. A slit had been made into each
side of her skirt at her hips. Examining one hip, Amy saw a thin loop of rope
from the interior of the cloak tucked inside the slit in her dress.

“What did
you do?” Amy said.

She pulled
at the rope. A tiny padlock connected the rope of the cloak to some cords
wrapped around her thigh. The way that metal plate between her legs was pulled
when she tugged on the cords meant the cords had to be attached to the plate.

“What did
you do?” Amy shouted.

Amy tried
the other side of her dress and felt the same thing. Cords around her other
thigh pulled up at the metal plate.

“Think of
it as…protection,” her mother said, locking the loops at Amy’s neck with a
third tiny padlock. “Your cloak is attached in such a way that a lycan would
have to tear it off if they wanted to have their way with you. Any tear or rip
in the cloak would clearly mean the cloak was removed.”

“Mother!”

“Here’s the
basket of provisions for your Aunt Carmen.” Her mother shoved the basket in her
hands.

Amy didn’t
know what she would say to Sean. Today was to be the day she’d give herself
fully to him. How could she explain this chastity belt? How could she get out
of it?

“How am I
supposed to pee, Mother?” Amy said.

“Your aunt
has a copy of the key, you can pee when you get there,” her mother said. “Now,
go.”

Amy threw
the hood over her head and stomped out the door.

***

In the
forest , the chastity belt felt unconcealed. So obvious that when the wind
jostled the leaves in the trees, the leaves seemed to shake with jeering
laughter. Their greedy green colors had the appearance of wanting to witness
more of Amy’s misfortunes.

Following
an unworn path, Amy trampled the earth, breaking its back. She stomped so hard
her feet hurt.

“Red!” It
was Sean. He ran to her, a beautiful smile on his face. His smile extinguished
as soon as he saw her expression. “What’s wrong?” he said.

I let him down. He’s going to be so upset
with me and my stupid parents.

Sean
caressed her face. “What is it?”

“My feet
hurt, okay?” she shouted. “It’s these damn shoes.”

Sean hugged
her close. For a long moment nothing was said between them. The birds twittered
their discontent at the love and affection Amy and Sean displayed.

“You were
right,” Amy said. “My parents....” She felt a burn in her chest, a flush of
embarrassment on her cheeks.

“I know how
you feel,” he said quietly into her hair. “And everything will be okay.”

She held
him closer and felt the anger turn to tears. He gently broke the embrace and
peered into her eyes. With delicate lips, he kissed her wet cheeks as if to
honor them instead of wiping them away. He didn’t say, “Don’t cry,” or “Don’t
be sad.” Amy felt that he was allowing her to feel what she needed to feel. She
didn’t know any human who would do that.

Sean’s soft
brown eyes sparkled. She knew she would forever love him. He kissed her, his
warm lips on hers, so tender. His hands slid behind her cloak. He must have
brushed against the interior cables, because she felt the plate wiggle between
her thighs.

He broke
from the kiss and looked down at her waist.

“What is
this?” He looked amused.

Amy’s ears
grew hot and her neck itched. “It’s a stupid chastity belt thing my mother put
on me.”

Sean
laughed.

“What’s so
funny?”

“That your
parents think a chastity belt would prevent me from loving you.”

“You’re not
upset?”

“Having sex
with you is not the only way to show my love for you,” Sean said mischievously.

“Oh?” Amy
smiled. “Then how else would you do it?”

He stepped
back out of Amy's reach. She had to drop her hands from his warm body.

Slowly,
Sean stepped around her, gazing at her with a heat that made her gasp. She felt
his eyes upon her, warming her skin, seeking her soul. Circling around her with
a graceful step, he resembled a predator sizing up his prey. Amy’s heart raced.
She could hear the music in her mind keeping a steady tempo to his pace. The
lute, the recorder, the tambourine. As he passed in front of her, his
penetrating gaze excited her. She saw a spark of his animal desire for her. His
nostrils flared. His jaw clenched. His raw lust made her shiver.

As he
circled behind her, she could still feel his fixed look upon her. Seeing her.
Finding her. Revealing her.

When he
passed in front again, she gulped at the hungry prowl of his eyes.

Creeping
behind her, the invisible tangible vision peering into her heart.

And then…not
passing in front.

His
circling stopped. He was behind her. What was he going to do to her?

Amy’s
breathing became syncopated. The music in her head stopped.

She felt
her hair being lifted up, exposing the nape of her neck. Cool air tickled her
skin.

Her
breathing became heavy. An ache spawned between her thighs. Her pussy tingled.

His breath
kissed her neck. His breathing was also getting heavier.

No.

Not just
heavier.

The sound
of his breathing got deeper, lower. His exhales became huffs. His breaths
became growls.

Amy glanced
over her shoulder. He was growing a snout and growling through large, bared
teeth.

Her blood
pounded through her body. She remembered the wolf that growled at her years
ago. The one she drew all those pictures of. That wolf could have killed her.
Just as any wolf could. What did she really know of Sean’s limits? She had
heard of lycans losing control over pheromones. Did that include losing control
over the desire to kill? To eat fresh meat?

She had the
urge to run, to get the hell out of there. And yet that pounding heart was the
same feeling she had whenever she thought of Sean at night. She couldn’t tell
if she was scared or excited.

His breaths
puffed beside her ear, blowing scattered strands of her hair in her face.

Then his
snout sank back. The growls went silent. His face must have returned to its
human form.

She felt
his lips kiss below her ear at her neck.

Amy inhaled
and took in the tenderness.

Sean's arms
wrapped around her waist and pulled her against his chest.

She moved
his hands to her breasts.

“Say yes,”
he whispered. “For this moment.”

In
response, she pressed herself against his huge hands.

“Say yes,”
he said. “For us together.”

And leaned
back into his body.

“Say yes,”
he said. “For who we are.”

She sealed
her soul into his.

“Say yes,”
he said.

“Yes,” she
moaned.

He spun her
around, held her tight, and kissed her hard. She wrapped her arms around him.
When Sean squeezed her breast, she sighed. Her pussy tingled with desire. Her
legs turned to liquid as blood rushed to her nipples and her heart thrummed a
rhythm racing to keep up with the aching, scorching, yearning, dripping desire
to have his cock pound inside her.

Damned
cape!

She tugged
at the cords, pulling the metal plate up against her hungry pussy. “It’s not
fair.”

“Shh.
Relax.”

He picked
her up. She held on, her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.
Carrying her and pinning her between a tree and himself, he buried his head in
her neck and smothered her with kisses.

Amy tilted
her head to the sky. Feeling his hot lips against her skin, she noticed herself
gushing against the metal plate. What was he going to do? She was in dire need
of an orgasm and she had this damned door locked at her pussy.

“I don’t
know…” she gasped.

Sean
stopped his kisses. “What is it?”

“I don’t
know if I can....” She caught a breath. “Handle anymore without having you
inside me.”

Sean
released a deep, throaty chuckle that made her go crazy with lust for him.
“Trust me, Red.”

A jealous
sun slipped its sunbeam fingers through the branches of the trees, seeking to
spot the shameful behavior of this human and lycan. Amy relished the cool air
and camouflage offered by the shadows.

Sean kissed
her and his lips moved across hers with devious licks and nips. She couldn’t
help feeling he was toying with her.

Two could
play that game.

She dipped
a hand down his pants and grabbed hold of his cock. Thunder and lightning! Did
he just snarl?

Sean bent
his head and clamped his mouth over her breast, sucking wet through the fabric
of her chemise.

Her nipples
hardened. Amy moved her hips up and down his torso, pressing her clit as close
as she could against him. She moaned with frustration.

Damn that
chastity belt!

And what in
fire blazes was this? It seemed Sean’s tongue got longer, stronger. She
realized he made his tongue turn, becoming this powerful muscle to taste her in
ways no man could.

His tongue
slipped down the front of her chemise, the bodice pressing his tongue tight
against her skin. He found one of her nipples. She gasped.

Sean's
strong tongue slid across her breast. He was a keeper, with that talented
tongue of his.

She gripped
Sean’s shaft harder, pumping it with her hand. He untied the strings of her
bodice, yanked high the hem of her chemise, and lifted her free breast to his
mouth. The sensation of his full mouth hot against her skin sent some deep
shivers into her very core.

He was at
her other breast, now. Licking, swirling, slipping, encircling, lapping,
loving. Her nipple swelled. Her body shook in desire.

Sean’s hand
cupped her between her legs, tapping against that damned plate with his
fingertips. But the drumming of his fingers sent shock waves from her clit
through her body.

The forest
insects tsk-tsked her enjoyment.

Was this
wrong? Was it wrong to love a lycan? To feel his tongue on your breast? His
fingers between your thighs? How could anything that feels this good ever be
wrong?

Amy let go
of his cock and wrapped her arms around Sean’s buff chest. The way his strong
arms held her up, the way his forceful hand pounded at her clit, this solid man
of hers – of
hers
–
brought her to the edge of impossible return. She arched her back, pushing her
breast further into his mouth and screamed.

Waves
overtook her body. She shuddered, trembling in his arms. Blinding light of all
colors sparkled in her closed eyes. The dam broke and she felt herself gush all
over Sean’s vibrating hand.

Amy
collapsed against his body, limp and exhausted. Her pussy throbbed in the
aftermath.

Sean let
her slide down so her feet could touch the ground. She held on to him, mostly
to stay upright.

“You ok?”
He ran a hand through her hair.

She kept
one hand wrapped around his length, and with her other hand, she held up a
finger to indicate she needed to first catch her breath before speaking.

When she
had the strength to reply, she said, “We need that key.” She squeezed his hard
cock to emphasize her meaning.

***

Sean
arrived at the tiny cottage of Red’s aunt, Carmen Dunne. As planned after their
tryst in the woods, he ran ahead to get the key from Carmen. Even in human
form, he moved faster than Red.

He tapped
at Carmen’s door.

“Come in,
Red,” a voice said.

“It’s not
Red, it’s Sean Wilson.”

“Sean?” She
sounded pleased. “Come in.”

Sean opened
the door and saw Carmen lying in bed reading a book. He couldn’t make out the
title but didn’t care to because, fur and fangs! He forgot how gorgeous she
was. Her tan skin, dark, sultry eyes.... She didn’t even look much older than
Red.

Back when
he was a pup, he had a taste for her, but growing older, he had always rejected
those feelings as a childhood crush, puppy love.

“Just
visiting to see how you’re doing.” Sean scratched the itch at his sideburns,
rolling his tongue to the back of his teeth.

“Please,
Sean. Do me a favor and don’t diddle with me. Why are you here?”

Sean took a
deep breath. “I understand you have a key....”