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Part of the Fairy Tale Stories. Not a series, but a group of related tales

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Carmine strolled carelessly into the clearing. It had been years since she had been here, but not much had changed. The track she was walking on meandered vaguely across the open area, and disappeared in the woods again on the other side.

She was a striking young woman. Tall and a healthy sort of thin with tanned long legs. Jet black short straight hair, barely tussled by the breeze; large expressive but dark eyes; small firm breasts confined within a tight bright red tank-top atop a pair of beige cargo shorts. Practical, self-assured, gorgeous.

Carmine stopped in the middle of the clearing, and waited. She knew he would appear soon, and she wasn't disappointed. Mind you, he didn't look nearly so big as he had when she was a small girl, and with the knowledge she had, he wasn't scary either. Just another wolf, no problem for this girl.

"Ah, young lady. Lost, are you," he started, impertinent as always.

"Wolf, I know where I am, and where I'm going. You can't fool me that easily."

"It's not my intent to trick you miss," he hissed between sharp canines. "I was merely enquiring if I could assist you."

"Yeah, I bet you were. You know what, wolf? Your helping days are over."

"Whatever do you mean, young lady? I was just trying to aid a fellow traveller. A stranger in these parts, if I'm not mistaken."

"Uh huh. I'm no stranger here, and you've met me before."

"I have? My apologies. I do not recall the meeting, and that is most unlike me."

"It was some time ago."

"Some time? How much time?"

"Twelve years."

"Nonsense. You'd only have been... how old?"

"Nine."

"Nine? And we met?"

"Certainly did. On my way to Grannies place."

"Grannies? Grannies? Oh! No, that can't be right..."

"Oh, yes it can. It wasn't your best day ever."

"But the only Granny I ever... oh, you're Little Red Riding Hood?"

"Hardly. But I was once. Name's Carmine, not that it's any of your business."

"Carmine Hood? Very pleased to meet you, again. Surely we can put the past behind us? Boris D Wolf at your service."

"I'm sorry Boris, but we have some unpleasant business to complete."

"Oh, not that eating nonsense, surely. I was young and foolish."

"And hungry."

"Well yes, now you mention it. Actually, I'm a little peckish now..."

"Well, don't get any ideas. I have plans."

"Plans? Involving me?"

And I leered at him. Really. "Yes, plans. But first, we have to take care of some formalities."

"Oh yes, and what did you have in mind?"

"Your soul Boris. I'm going to save your soul."

"Oh God, not a fundamentalist, surely. Should we sit and pray then?"

"It's not like that. I'm going to tell you something you already know, but have forgotten, and then things should get interesting."

"Oh, be still my heart. Perhaps I should alert the media first? What are you talking about woman!. Answer quickly. I feel a hunger coming on."

"I've been doing some research since I came out here last time, and ... well anyway, long story short... SLEEHKARTUSHKA!" And as the sun cleared the top of the trees, and shone directly on the wolf, he shimmered, as though he were a projected image, and then, so slowly as to defy specific description, he changed. Parts of his body lengthened, others shrank. Cells moved with precision as he took on his human form. Pale legs and arms took the place of the furred items, his face melted to an anonymous pool of grey, and then formed a handsome human face as though pressed gently to a mould. Hair replaced fur on the top of his head, and between his legs. A man's penis grew to replaced the previous unit. A nice one. Chest muscles expanded beneath the new skin, and there stood a man. Tall, broad shouldered, handsome.

"Shit! I believed it would happen, but that's not the same as seeing it."

There was a small delay as Boris became accustomed to the new facial muscles, and could speak again. Carmine took advantage of the time to explain.

"Okay, without the pseudo religious mumbo-jumbo, you're a werewolf. Well, you were. You've been stalking these woods with varying degrees of success for the last hundred years, since you were foolish enough to bargain with the Evil One. Your memories should be slowly returning to you now. You were a great warrior in your time, and ..."

"Yes, yes, yes. Got it now. I owe you a debt of thanks Miss."

"Thanks are all very well, but I really want a fuck."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Fuck. I want you to put that pretty penis inside me, and make me come."

"I'm sorry, I'm not used to such language from a lady. Are you feeling alright?"

"Look, I've been leading up to this moment for a very long time. I know what I want, and I want it now, and here." And Carmine proceeded to wiggle out of her shirt and shorts, whilst Boris stammered.

"But listen, not that I'm arguing or anything, but why?"

"Easy. I've thought of you with fear for years. With knowledge, the fear has gone, but I need to prove to myself that I have nothing to worry about from you, that I can face you alone. I want to make love to you. Clear?" And off came the panties as well.

"Yeah, well alright then. Please, might I ..."

"No more questions." And she took charge. Moving closer to Boris now, she took him in her arms, and kissed him deeply. Suddenly in full control of his body, Boris noticed his manhood spring to life between his legs. He returned the kiss with enthusiasm and a remembered skill, and soon their bodies were swaying closely together, standing in the clearing.

Looking around her for a comfortable spot, Carmine led Boris behind the nearest tree, and gently lay him down on his back on a soft grassy area. Looking down at his body, his erection obvious, she could feel her level of arousal building. She lay quickly down upon him, and reattached her mouth to his, their tongues flicking and exploring, hot saliva dripping from his recently canine lips.

As the kisses became more intense, Boris became actively involved in the proceedings, all thought of objection gone. His hands reached behind her back, and stroked her unfamiliar spine, her responding sighs signalling her approval. They lay together like that for some time, exploring bodies, stroking, caressing, kissing.

As Boris continued to stroke her body with his hands, he inevitably reached her most private parts. Gently sliding his fingers up and down her welcoming mound, her sighs increased in volume and significance. As he slowly curled his finger inside her, and trailed his damp finger up and across her clitoris, she jumped momentarily, before settling on his finger, encouraging him with her movements. As her hips began to undulate above his questing hand, his finger became very wet and slippery with her juices, and he could slide faster over her, beckoning her ever higher with his finger tip. Eventually they mutually agreed a rhythm and Carmine's thrusts against this pretend penis became more and more pronounced. As he dipped his finger again inside her hot dampness and applied himself to the task at hand, her body suddenly stopped moving, held rigidly in place as she neared orgasm, his quivering finger the only movement allowed as she received the final encouragement, her breath held, the whole forest seemingly waiting, and then her body crashed down upon him as she screamed with the release she had waited for. Muscles all over her body pulled and twisted her as she came, a pulsation deep in her brain severing her normal control.

Carmine slowly relaxed on Boris as the shockwaves receded, and she kissed him again, words not appropriate now. Peeling her sweaty body from his, she crouched above him, her knees either side of his waist, her eyes locked on his, her hands stroking his shoulders as he took hold of her buttocks. Slowly between them they lowered her on to his solid erection, the clenched muscles insider her giving way reluctantly, the slippery juices from her excitement coating him as he eased his way into her welcoming abode.

Sinking fully over him, his penis deep within her body and her mind, Carmine took her hands from his shoulders, and moved them behind herself, and staring at her lover's face, she began to lift herself fully from his intimate embrace, only to descend again, his fullness again within her. Once again the rhythm seemed to take care of itself, and soon Carmine was pumping her body above him, impaling herself and then withdrawing, the speed slowly increasing, his slippery cock pounding within her, stimulating the nerves again, driving her toward another orgasm.

Boris was completely unable to control what was happening around him. His erection was being ministered to in the best possible way, and the rest of his body was running on automatic.

"Boris, are you going to come then?" she asked, panting.

"Yes Miss, very soon."

"Call me Carmine. That's good, so am I. God, this is good."

"I believe I am ready. Should I .... Oh, oh, oh..." And his penis erupted inside a woman for the first time in a hundred years. Great quantities of human semen pumped inside Carmine, and this was the last straw for her. As he filled her with his seed, her muscles clenched tightly against him, and she orgasmed again. Contractions around him pumped the remaining semen from his reservoir, and as the gaps between muscle spasms slowly increased, the no longer little Red Riding Hood, and the newly human wolf collapsed together, exhausted and happy.

As it happened, this was not the only time the two of them met to frolic in the forest. Carmine had indeed made plans, and as they strolled around picking up her items of clothing, which had blown around somewhat in the wind, she explained to him that she had a house he could live in. He already knew about it, she said. It used to belong to her Grandmother.

And he did. Unable to face the civilised world that had changed so much over the years, he stayed in the cottage and became an artist. Carmine worked in the nearby town and visited the cottage at weekends for a while, and then moved in with Boris and travelled to work each day. It was worth it. Boris was both attentive and inventive, in and out of the bedroom, and was surprisingly effective in the kitchen.

I guess you could say they lived happily ever after.