Perverts 'R' Us

Little Red

By Anonymous ( M/f, inc, teen, cons, rom )

I grew up in a small cottage that nestled just outside a small village on the edge of a vast ancient forest. I lived alone with my mother and had never known my father. When questioned, all mother would ever say about him was that he'd been a wandering rogue with a charming tongue. About 10 miles away, in a cabin buried in a small glen deep in the forest itself, lived my mother's mother. She had retreated there many years before, after my grandfather had died, leaving the house near the village to my mother and I.

She'd said she couldn't take all the bustle of village life and the constant prying of nosy neighbors any more. I loved her house, a simple wooden structure with 2 rooms completely surrounded by trees and rustling wildlife. In the summer, shy woodland blossoms would cluster right up to the foundations and the birds competed with crickets and cicadas for vocal supremacy. I'd often run errands for both women back and forth over that winding forest path.

I enjoyed such journeys and usually took my time about getting from one house to the other. I'd idle along the track, smelling the flowers and daydreaming. Mother often scolded me for these dreamy wanderings but Grammy just chuckled, hugged me to her and called me "cloudy girl". Most of the villagers called me "Little Red" for the scarlet hooded cloak I wore. I wore it everywhere and in almost every season. My Grammy made it for me with the highest degree of loving care. It was woven of the softest fur from rabbits she had hand raised. The scarlet dye was ruinously expensive, especially out in the rural hinterlands where we dwelled. She labored lovingly over every detail in its making and presented it to me for my 11th birthday. It was the most precious thing I possessed and it rarely left my person.

The spring that saw me turn 14 was a slow gentle warming of the seemingly endless winter that had held both village and wood in the icy grip of hardship. Mother, like Grammy, was a skilled weaver and dyer of cloth. Her goods were much in demand that season, when the Spring Faire opened and the far-traders came.

I'd always enjoyed watching the give and take of the hard bargain, and Mother was among the best in the land at this crucial game. She showed much skill at haggling, a skill as important as the one she employed to craft her cloth. Many of the traders were familiar from visiting our Faire year in and year out, but there were always new faces to see, new names to savor. That year was no exception. The joy of greeting old friends, mingled with the excitement of encountering exotic strangers and the exuberance I felt was overwhelming. My sapphire eyes sparkled and my wide smile dazzled as I flitted from booth to booth to see who and what the warm spring breezes had blown into the village.

I had just coquettishly flipped back my long black hair and was flirting a response over one shoulder to the teasing of a village boy called Finn when I suddenly and unexpectedly ran straight into a solid living obstacle. Startled and embarrassed I began to gasp an apology when my eyes locked with a warm glowing amber gaze and my voice froze in my throat. Long hair of brindled brown and gray tumbled over wide shoulders and spilled down the broad expanse of a leather-clad chest. Those eyes pierced mine and I felt naked suddenly. My breath was strangling in my throat as two powerful hands gripped my shoulders and steadied me, bringing my body against his. I could feel his heat burning through the thin linen of my skirts and the heavier wool of my bodice. My scarlet cloak billowed around us before the wind twined us both in its folds, our bodies pressed together from chest to knee.

I stared up at him helplessly, trapped in that burning gaze. His voice reached my ears and resonated down my spine. "Careful little one, you might damage yourself and that would indeed be a crime."

"P-p-pray f-forgive me my clumsiness good sir, I did not note thee." I stuttered, most unlike my usual confident self.

He smiled a strangely lupine grin. "I noted thee fair damsel, indeed such beauty would be hard to miss."

He held me to him for another long moment before slowly stepping back and releasing his grip on me. I stood there, dumbstruck staring at him, strangely mesmerized by the almost feral air about him. He was dressed in deep gray leather breeches and jerkin, a full-sleeved tunic of a lighter hue and high boots of charcoal deer hide. A rapier hung from a black baldric slung easily across his across left shoulder and chest. The hilt of the blade was well worn and had obviously seen much use. A newer looking dagger casually rode his left hip. He was tall, at least 6 feet of lean muscles and tough sinew.

I watched as he walked away and saw he moved with an oddly graceful lope, even while moving slowly through the Faire crowd, almost as if he was running in slow motion.

Suddenly I remembered to breathe. Finn was now at my elbow, sullenly questioning me. "Who was that then, huh? Rain, who was that?" The familiar sound of my name framed by Finn's voice brought me back.

I shook my head impatiently, "A stranger, like so many others here today. How should I know who he was?"

"Well, you two looked pretty cozy there for a moment, real friendly."

I blushed to the roots of my hair, which was something I hadn't done since I was 10 years old.

"Oh, Finn, he was just catching me so I wouldn't fall down, it was nothing." But still I stared after the tall, handsome stranger for a long time after the swirling crowd had swallowed him. I casually searched the Faire for him during the remainder of that afternoon, but he was nowhere to be found.

I returned home with Mother that evening, and was haunted by the image of his face, the sound of his voice. I could clearly see how each bone angled under the skin of his cheeks, jaw and chin and the way the soft looking spill of his long hair had rippled over his shoulders. Despite the gray so liberally scattered through his hair, he hadn't looked to be above 35 summers of age. The skin of his face had been burned almost bronze by the sun but the wrinkles in that face where few and far between. He'd been arrestingly handsome and compellingly…masculine. I went to sleep that night with his face floating before my eyes, his gaze burning hotly and his husky voice rasping "such beauty" over and over again.

The following day I returned to the Faire with my mother and I could not help but search the crowded stalls for the tall, brindle-haired figure that had haunted my dreams the night before. I searched for him in vain for the next three days.

Finally on the last day of the Fair, during the increasingly frenetic thrust and parry of bid and counter I spotted him lounging casually against a stall post. He was staring at me, his eyes seeming not to blink. My breath caught in my throat as my eyes were caught and pinned by his. My entire body stilled before a sudden rush of sensation that flooded through me in a fantastic wave. Fire rushed through my veins and heat swept over my skin, flushing the ivory velvet with deep rose. A tingling shot along my nerves and ended in a strange pulsing between my legs. The nipples of my budding breasts stiffened into tight hard peaks and before I could grasp what was happening I felt a deep convulsive shuddering that started deep in my belly and rippled outward taking in the entirety of my body before its ravaging tidal wave receded. I became aware of the hot fluids seeping down my thighs, dripping from my feminine center.

He grinned at me then and made a small beckoning motion with his hand. I obeyed and moved toward him on shaky legs. By the time I reached him, the hot flood down my legs had reached my ankles and began to seep into my shoes curling down around my insteps and pooling under the arch of each foot. Tremors were still quivering through my body like rings in a pond after the thrown stone has sunk from sight. He continued to smile while keeping my gaze captive.

"Hello again, little one. I see you noted me this time." My normally loose tongue felt strangely heavy all of a sudden.

"Yes, I have noted thee."

His gaze grew hot. "Yes, so I saw. Did you miss me?"

I couldn't answer in words as my tongue was now frozen. I nodded slowly and felt myself blushed fiercely.

"I-I-I…l-looked for you. I did not see you." He chuckled, the deep throaty sound sending another thrill through my sensitized body.

"I was not there to be seen, child. Tell me little one, are you old enough to bleed yet?" I blushed even hotter at this boldness but nodded my head anyway.

"F-for more than a y-year now." His smile widened, taking on a feral gleam, his eyes glowing brightly from within.

"Your true name is Rain, is it not, Little Red?" I was wearing my treasured cloak once again and I resisted the urge to pull it round myself protectively. Again, I nodded. "Your mother is Tamsyn Weaver? Your grandmother is Reyalt?"

I whispered, "Yes." He grasped my hand then and drew me closer. My feet obeyed his gentle urging. He continued to tug me toward him while he backed away. I was unaware of the direction we were moving until I found myself behind the stalls in a small alley. He ceased to pull and instead pushed me, pushed me right up against a rough wooden wall. I continued to stare helplessly into his piercing, controlling gaze while I felt his hands on my hips. He bent his head and captured my mouth with his. Our eyes remained locked even as he coaxed my lips apart and slid his tongue into the warm moist cavern of my mouth.

I felt cool air on my legs and suddenly his hands were between my thighs, his fingers gathering up the freely running moisture he found there. One hand slid higher and I felt his fingers on my mound, sliding lower to part the lightly fuzzed lips and slip in between them.

"Spread your legs for me, Little Red."

Again, I found myself mindlessly doing his bidding as I widened my stance and bent my knees, allowing him easy access to my secret grotto. I gasped as I felt him slip a fingertip inside me. My eyes widened as the finger pressed deeper into my virginity. He stopped when he met resistance and growled low and deep in his throat, the sound so animalistic it made me shudder all over.

I barely heard the rasp of his roughened voice in my ear, "Meet me in the wood, two days hence and there I shall do thee wondrous mischief." I did not comprehend his words or their meaning, but before I could question him, he was gone. I sagged back against the rough wall, for once unheeding of possible damage to my treasured scarlet cloak. After several long, shuddering moments I began to straighten my clothes and smooth my mussed hair. When I emerged from the shadow of the food-seller's stalls I had myself mostly under control.

As I lay in bed that night, I wracked my brains trying to understand that last thing he had said to me before he vanished. I knew it was something about "the wood", but I could not recall the rest of his throaty comments. I sighed deeply and rolled over to sleep.

Dreams, shadowy and vague haunted my slumber and I woke with the bed linen tangled around my body. I was damp with sweat and a hot flow of excited juices coated my thighs. A husky whisper was fading in my mind and I scrambled to catch the elusive words, "…mischief in the woods."

The sharp claws of my mother's cat dug into my arm at that crucial moment, distracting me and scattering the nebulous memory of the dream. "Ouch! Misty…you little…go on, get!" I tossed the soft gray creature towards the loft ladder and sighed, wracking my brains one last time in a vain effort to recall the dream. I knew it had been about him, I just couldn't remember what happened.

Growling in frustration, I levered myself out of bed and began my daily ritual of bathing and dressing. Mother sent me to the village with a list of supplies for both her and Grammy, and it took most of the day to obtain all the goods and arrange for their delivery. My eyes swept every familiar sight, seeking obsessively for a tall brindle-haired figure but he was not to be seen that day.

I stopped in at the Inn of the Green Man and discretely questioned a friend that worked there about the compelling stranger. Molly was a coarse and loud slut but had a kind heart and a wonderful sense of humor. I'd liked her since I was old enough to toddle away from my mother and into the common room where Molly was already established in her trade. Ten years later I had come to regard her as a dear friend and surrogate sister.

"A tall 'andsome man with gray and brown 'air? Never say ya mean Master Wolf?" I described him as he'd appeared the day before and Molly nodded her curly yellow head. "Aye, that'd be him. Cor, 'e's a right 'andsome devil is Ambrose Wolf an' no mistake. Ah lassie, don' go sniffing 'round that 'edge, yer bound ta be stuck by those thorns…'e's a dangerous man fer tha likes o' ya. Stick ta tha good village lads, ye'll nah go wrong wi them."

I left the Inn and headed back home, hugging the name to me. "Ambrose…Wolf…Ambrose Wolf…" I decided that his last name suited him very well, a Wolf indeed. Those flaming amber eyes glowed before my inner eye and I could feel his mouth on mine, our lips sucking at each other's, our tongues lashing and our breath mingling, as our eyes remained locked together in a dance just as intricate as our oral minuet. I could feel his hands on my hot damp thighs, feel them skimming over the soft flesh of my nether lips and feel his finger just piercing the hot wet opening to my inner being. I began to shudder as I made my way home in a dreamy half-trance of sensual pleasure. When I reached my mother's cottage there was a hot wet river of creamy juice trailing down my thighs and calves. I didn't want my mother to know about that wonderful indiscretion at the Faire and so I kept my mouth shut about what I'd found out from Molly.

That night I had the same torturously elusive dreams and woke up with a frustrated growl, the dream already fleeing capture. Only the phrase, "…mischief in the woods…" trailed through my mind but I was unable to ken its meaning. I washed and dressed slowly that day, heavy-eyed from my restless slumber.

When I finally slipped downstairs it was to find my mother packing a large basket full of provisions, most of which I had bought the day before. "Rain, honey, I need you to take this stuff to Grammy's today, do you mind?" I brightened at her words. It had been weeks since I'd seen Grammy and I'd been missing her. I shook my head, "I don't mind, Mamma. I'd love to see her and the day fair bids to be a lovely one for walking the woods."

"It's still a little cool out, love, best take your cloak along, and for heaven's sake don't dawdle the day away."

I ignored this stricture like always and took my time meandering along the damp forest roadway. It had rained recently and the ground was moist and springy under my feet as I wandered along in a dreamy daze, just enjoying the warming breezes. The birds were singing and the sun was trickling through the trees, splattering all over the leaves carpeting the forest floor. I dreamed of "my Wolf" as I walked along, but I was still aware of the many woodland creatures as I passed.

Most of them ignored me, going about their own business and leaving me to go about mine. I was almost half way to Grammy's when I noticed a strange quiet amongst the denizens of the wood. I looked around, but didn't see anything in the vicinity, so I shrugged and continued on my way. There was a faint rustling along the path ahead, but it seemed to be heading away from me and I barely noted it.

The sun was warming up the air around me and it was promising to be an unseasonably hot day. My scarlet cloak was becoming too warm so I took it off and carried it over my arm. I shook out my long black hair and felt it cascade down my slender back. I loosened the laces on my bodice and wriggled my chemise down until my shoulders and the tops of my budding breasts were bared to the warm air. I decided I would stop at the pond that lay in a clearing not far from my destination. A swim in the cool water would feel nice.

When I reached the small pool, I slipped off my shoes and began to leisurely strip down to my skin. I enjoyed the warm breeze and the cool lap of the water against my toes. I ran my hands down over my skin, enjoying the freedom of being completely naked. I looked at my reflection in the quiet water and noted that I'd developed some more curves over the winter. My breasts were beginning to round, ripening toward a peach like fullness. My hips had begun to curve gently out from my narrow waist and there was the softest of downy peach fuzz shading my silky pussy. My skin was pale and smooth and velvety to the touch. I slid into the cool silky water and reveled in the feel of it against my naked skin, enjoyed the glide of it against the tightly furled petals of my burgeoning womanhood.

As I floated on my back, I let the exciting memories of my encounter at the Faire two days before fill my mind. Lost in this dreamy state, I did not notice that the strange stillness in the air had returned. After a long time spent daydreaming in the water, I became aware of the sensation of being watched. I rolled over and began to tread water while I looked all around the small clearing, searching for the source of that feeling. Again, I could see nothing. I was nervous of coming out of the water while being observed, but I also felt vulnerable there, naked and wet.

A faint rustling to my left sent me swinging in that direction but it was merely a small rabbit nosing around the tender green shoots poking up through the damp leaves at the foot of a large oak. I relaxed a bit. I swam to shore and waded out of the water. I looked around again but my immediate surroundings remained empty, but for me and the bunny. I shook my head and smiled at my own nervousness. I'd wandered these woods since my earliest memories, and I had never been afraid of them before, so it would be silly to be scared now. I lay down on a patch of soft green moss and fanned my hair around me to dry. I reveled in the feel of the sunshine bathing me in warm golden light.

With my eyes shut I began to daydream about him once again. My breath quickened and my skin began to flush. That wonderful tingling started again, zinging through my nipples and the flesh between my thighs. The little bud of my clit stiffened and throbbed. I couldn't help spreading my legs and bringing my fingers down to massage the hot wet flesh that was burning and pulsing so madly. I slipped my fingers into the slick wet opening that led into my depths. I felt my muscles contract and the tight wet tunnel squeezed around my questing fingers. I gasped and pumped my fingers in and out for several minutes, groaning at the unexpected pleasure. I imagined the fingers belonged to him, that he was exploring me once again.

So lost in my pleasure was I that I never noticed the shadow that fell across me, nor did I sense the man kneeling down beside me. I only became aware of another presence when his hand grasped my wrist and pulled my fingers from my body. My eyes popped open and my jaw dropped in shock. It was he!

"Wolf!" The name slipped from my lips before I could stop it. He grinned that feral lupine smile, his amber eyes aflame.

"You've been asking after me, haven't you Little Red? Were you anxious to see me? You knew when I would come, knew where I would be today and you came, didn't you? You couldn't resist my call."

As he spoke my eyes were hungrily devouring him. He was as naked as I and I drank in the sight of his lean muscled body. His skin was fair, though not as light as mine, and a scattering of gray and brown hair was sprinkled over his torso, arrowing down to a point just above the tangle of curls that surrounded his magnificent manhood. I stared at it, unable to tear my fascinated gaze from the sight of the first erect cock I'd ever seen. I'd seen most of the village boys naked at one point or another as we grew up together and I'd glimpsed the straining bulges in the breeches of a few excited men as I learned the subtle arts of flirtation, but I'd rarely ever seen a naked adult male before, and I'd never seen one in a state of arousal.

He chuckled and the sound made me look back to his face. I blushed deeply but still couldn't find my voice. "I…uh…I…" He laughed even louder and the sound seemed to shudder right through me. He let my wrist go and dipped his own fingers between my hot wet lips.

Gasping loudly, my eyes widened, still staring helplessly into his. "Were you thinking about me, Little Red? Is that why you're so hot and wet and throbbing?" I still couldn't answer, so I just nodded instead. He leaned down to me and claimed my mouth with his. His lips were warm and soft against mine. When I twined my tongue around his, he tasted of smoke, salt and wine. The combination was heady and addictive and I wanted more. I felt him lower his body against mine and I began to tremble as his heated length pressed me down into the soft, springy moss.

Fitting his body between my spread thighs, I became aware of his hardened cock brushing against my wetness. Suddenly I was seized by a frantic need to have his hard flesh inside me, to feel him fill up the aching void that had never known anything but emptiness. I writhed against him and tried to impale myself on his rod. He teased me by pulling back as I pressed forward. I whimpered in frustration, the need burning me up inside. He lifted his head and stared into my eyes as he brushed his heated hardness up and down the full length of my pussy.

I bit back the words struggling to find their way out of my throat. He continued to brush the tip of his cock up and down my lightly furred opening without making any attempt to penetrate me. I groaned loudly and tried once again to force him to me but this time he drew even further back and I cried out in protest, my hands tugging at his shoulders, trying to coax him back.

"What is it, Little Red, what do you want? Tell me…tell me or you won't get it."

"P-p-please!" I shuddered deeply, gasping for air and moaning from desire.

"Please what?"

"Oh, God! Please, please I need you…I need this…I…oh God!"

He brought his fingers back to play with my clit and I squealed and bucked against his hand, clinging to his shoulders for support.

"What, little girl? What is it that you need me to do?"

My breathing was ragged, short panting gasps punctuated by deep groans and high-pitched whimpers.

"Please, please I need you inside me, please!"

"What is it you need inside you, little girl? What? Say it, tell me what you need so badly!" He was rubbing his cock all around my slippery hole now, pulling away if I tried to lean into him.

"Please! Please, I need your cock! I need your cock inside me! Please, please, please!"

Finally he slipped the tip of his hardened flesh within my desperately clenching pussy. I groaned aloud in pleasure when he finally thrust forward and his cock muscled past my maidenhead as it plunged deep inside my wildly aroused body. The pain was fleeting, inconsequential when compared with the exquisite, delicious feeling of being completely filled by a man for the first time in my life. I shut my eyes to savor the feeling.

"Look at me, Rain!"

His command was delivered roughly, as if he was not entirely in control of himself. My eyes flew open and met his once more.

"Don't close your eyes; I want to see what you're feeling."

He slowly withdrew his cock, almost to the very tip, before slowly sliding its full length back inside my clutching, grasping cunt. For the first few slow strokes, I simply lay under him, marveling at the incredible sensations of his flesh in mine, the delicious stretching of my inner walls, the hot friction of skin rubbing skin, the exciting squelching sounds made by his rhythmic penetration. Instinct took over and I began to thrust my hips in time with his, lunging up to meet him on every downward stroke of his loins.

"Yes, that's it Little Red, move with me…yes…like that…oh God, so tight…so wet…so hot…"

Our eyes remained locked together even as his rhythm changed and sped up, his strokes turned to lunges, each movement harder, reaching deeper than the one before. My moans turned to whimpers, whimpers became a keening wail and finally the wail spiraled into a scream as my throbbing body snapped taut and began to convulse as wave after wave of unbearable pleasure washed over my entire being.

I bucked out of control, writhing and arching my back wildly as he grabbed my hips in his powerful hands and continued to pound into me with a savage feral passion. I could hear his growl as his thrusts became even more powerful each one jerking me along the ground. I felt small rocks and twigs scraping against my back and buttocks as the force of his mighty lunges powered me over the ground.

I didn't care; I was just as wildly inflamed. I clawed at his back with my fingernails and took whatever flesh of his I could between my gnashing teeth, leaving marks along his arms and shoulders. I shuddered to another orgasm as I bit down on his neck and screamed into his flesh.

His cock continued to piston in and out of my greedy, grasping pussy and his face was twisted with animalistic passion. The sweat was pouring off him, running down his chest and arms. I licked at the salty fluid as my teeth ravaged over him. Shudders wracked me and I continued to wail and whimper in ecstasy, his plunging cock forcing me to explode yet again. His growl became a howling as he slammed his hips forward one last time and began to shudder against me. I felt his heat fountain deep within me as my pussy continued to spasm around his jerking cock.

He stayed like that for a long moment, his face twisted, his body wracked by small convulsions and his hoarse voice deepening into a soft growl once again as he fought to regain his breath. I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my trembling body tightly to his. He took me with him as he rolled over onto his back. I sprawled boneless across his chest and lay my head on his shoulder.

My fingertips stroked over his hot, damp skin in feather light caresses while my lips trailed languidly along his collarbone. He tensed slightly under my explorations and I looked up to see him watching me closely.

"Rain, had you ever heard my name before this week?"

I shook my head. "No, never. Why, have you been here before?"

This time he nodded, "Once before, oh many years ago, before you were born."

I looked at him, slightly puzzled. "How do you know when I was born?"

He chuckled, the sound deep and warm. "You are not the only one to ask questions around the village, Little Red." My smile was wide. "Ah, the big bad wolf's been sniffing round the spring lamb has he?"

I expected another laugh or at least a smile in return for my teasing, but instead his eyes dimmed slightly, his expression sobered.

"A lamb indeed, Little Red. When I first beheld you I thought you a light target, a wench at least acquainted with the village boys, but it falls that this was not so."

I frowned at him. "Why should that matter? You made me no promises and I make no claims upon you."

He shifted underneath me and his eyes evaded mine for a moment. "I did not think it would matter either, but I find I feel differently now that the deed is done…Rain…I don't know if I should…" his voice trailed off, his eyes seemed far away. Then, as if coming to a decision, he shook his head. "Never mind, it is of no moment. Tell me child, you live with your mother in that cottage by the forest's edge?" I nodded. "What happened to your father?"

I shrugged before replying, "I never knew him." I saw him wince and stilled my hands. "Is something wrong? Are you all right?"

He smiled somewhat ruefully. "Yes Little Red, I'm just fine."

I levered myself up off his chest while sliding down his body until I was sitting over him, my legs astride his narrow waist, my naked pussy rubbing his belly. I grinned down at him and watched his eyes kindle again and begin to flame. His callused hands skimmed up my body to cup the shallow swell of my firm breasts. I gasped as his thumbs rubbed over my sensitive nipples.

His hands urged me down and I braced myself on my hands and leaned over him while his mouth closed over one breast, his hand still fondling the other. I moaned as he sucked hard on the nipple, lashing it with his tongue then nibbling softly with his sharp teeth. I trembled all over at this new thrilling pleasure, eager to have more.

I threw back my head and arched my back, pressing my tit further into his mouth. He responded by wrapping his arms around me and pulling me down on top of him. He sucked hard, taking my entire breast into his mouth then dragging his mouth backward releasing my swelling flesh little by little until his lips and teeth were centered around the nipple once again. He nipped harder and I cried out in shock at the sting, immediately moaning in pleasure as his tongue bathed away the tiny hurt. His tongue flickered back and forth over the tip of the hardened bud and I shuddered against him, lost in the heady sensations coming from my tortured nipple. He switched his attention to my other breast and gave it the same treatment. He held me above him, his powerful arms supporting my weight easily and began to rapidly move his mouth back and forth between both tits, his teeth nipping harder and tugging more roughly as each moment passed.

I heard the low growl rumbling in his throat and shivered at the savage sound. He seemed so primal, so feral to me, more like a wild creature than a civilized man. The thought excited me and I squirmed in his grip, my dripping pussy hungry to have him deep inside once again.

I whimpered and writhed and finally found my voice to plead with him. "Please…oh please, I need you inside me again, please, please I need your cock!"

His growl rumbled louder, the sound conveying his passion and approval. I stared into his eyes as he held me still above him.

"Beg me to fuck you little girl, go on, say those words, say 'Please fuck me, Wolf, fuck me hard!' If you don't beg I won't do it!"

I looked deep in his flaming amber eyes and begged. "Please fuck me Wolf! Fuck me hard, please, please fuck me, fuck me, fuck me my Wolf!"

With a sharp howl he slammed me down on his hard cock. I screamed as I felt his thickness rammed deeply into me. I lost control instantly and shuddered to an immediate orgasm. I bucked wildly atop him, grinding my clit down against his pubic bone and writhing around frantically. His hips were pumping up and down; his hands on my shoulders forced me down to meet each deep penetrating thrust of his mighty cock.

I was wailing a sharp keening cry of pleasure as I rode him, bucking wildly and grinding my hips in a circular rotating motion trying to force as much of his shaft inside me as I could. My body began to convulse sharply, the shudders wracking my slender frame, as orgasm after orgasm crashed through me, each one coming so fast on top of the other that there was no pause in between.

I gasped frantically, trying to drag air into my lungs as my entire being clenched in almost painful ecstasy. I was barely aware of his groans and growls of pleasure, only dimly heard his voice, "That's it slut, ride my cock, take it! Take it all little girl, that's it take my cock! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Call me Daddy, little girl! Beg your Daddy to fuck you!"

I screamed aloud and started shouting, "Yes Daddy! Fuck me Daddy! Fuck your little girl harder! Fuck me hard Daddy! Please Daddy! Fuck your little girl!"

He growled loudly and began to ram up into me even harder, his hands bruising my shoulders as he slammed them down with incredible force.

"Yes! That's it, take your Daddy's cock little girl, fuck your Daddy so hard, so good. Such a good little slut!"

I was on fire, my mind blank with unbearable pleasure, unable to think, only to feel as I rode my Wolf deep in the heart of the forest.

I became aware of his rhythm breaking, his thrusts becoming frenzied and jerky as his control snapped and he howled out his own orgasm. His hands grabbed my hips and he rolled me under him slamming deep within me one last time before he erupted deep inside me in a hot flood of creamy cum. He collapsed on top of me for a moment before rolling over and pulling me across his chest. As I lay shuddering against him, I listened to the pounding of his heart in his chest and licked at the moist sweat beaded up on his warm skin.

We lay in silence for a long time, recovering from our wild passion. I remember thinking that I never wanted to let him go. True, I had no claim on him, had received no promises nor even words of affection but the longing to be at his side was there in my heart nonetheless. I noted the lowering sun with a deep regret, knowing that our interlude must all too soon be ended, as I could not fail to show at my Grammy's house. Then a little part of me wondered, "Why not? She doesn't know I am coming today and mother wouldn't miss me for the night, thinking I am at Grammy's…"

Wolf's voice intruded on these thoughts. "Little Red, the day is fading and you have some place to be." I whined wordlessly in protest and he chuckled. "Would you spend the night in the woods with the Big Bad Wolf? That's very dangerous little girl, it may be that I shall do thee some mischief!"

I grinned, "Would you please? I'd like that very, very much!" He looked down at me for a long moment and nodded. "Let me away for a moment, it may be that the night will grow colder." He left me for several long minutes before returning with his clothes, a rucksack and a large blanket. He wrapped me in the blanket while he set about building a fire.

I spent that night under the stars, deep in the forest wrapped in the arms of my big bad Wolf. Morning came late for us the next day. I woke to find myself still held tightly in Wolf's arms. He was already awake, and when he saw that I was as well, he smiled. He gave me a long lingering kiss before pulling back to look long and hard at my face.

"Little Red, you told me that you never knew your father, does that mean he died when you were young?"

I shrugged. "I don't know if he's dead or alive, I don't even know who he was."

He looked at me sharply. "What do you mean? Surely he was your mother's husband."

I shook my head. "No. Mama never married."

He stiffened and a look of complete shock came over his face. He whispered hoarsely, "What do you mean she never married? I know for a fact she was engaged the last time I came here." Now it was my turn to be puzzled.

"I never knew that. Mama always said that after one bad experience, she never wanted anything to do with men again. She never said she was engaged. Whom was she engaged to?"

His mouth seemed to work soundlessly for a moment. "Weaver, I thought she married a weaver. How is it that her name is now Weaver when she used to be called Gillson?"

"Oh, that. Well, that's what Mama is, a weaver. And she's very, very good at it." He looked stunned. "Wolf, what is it? What's wrong, tell me!" He shook his head dazedly.

His next words were slow and measured, "Who did she say your father was, child?"

I repeated what my mother had always told me, "She said he was a charming rogue with a lying tongue."

I could see he was thinking hard over what I said but I had no idea why it would disturb him so.

"What's wrong? Why does it matter who my father was? Does it bother you that I have no father?" He shook his head and hugged me tight. "You're a wonderful girl and it doesn't matter." But he still looked disturbed.

Wolf insisted that I go on to my grandmother's house before the sun reached its zenith. I washed in the pool and dressed reluctantly before gathering up my basket to go.

He pulled me into his arms and kissed me fiercely. "I'll be back, Rain. Count on it. For now, say nothing to your mother or grandmother. I'll deal with them. Now go." He kissed me one more time, our tongues tangling before he pushed away and strode off into the woods.

I left with a heavy heart but soon, memories of the day before had me smiling again, that and Wolf's promise to come back. I arrived at Grammy's in a buoyant mood and greeted her jauntily. I delivered the supplies and visited with her for several happy hours before turning my feet back to the forest path and my mother's home. When I got there my mother met me with a hug then stood back looking at my glowing face.

"I gather you had a nice visit with Grammy?"

I nodded, "Oh yes, and the walk there was lovely."

She looked over at me, possibly alerted by some nuance in my voice that I was unaware of.

"Oh? Why was that? Did anything…unusual happen?"

Some imp of mischief made me answer, "Well, I did see a wolf."

"Did you now? That's unusual to see by day." I nodded agreement but said no more on the subject and she too let it drop.

Two days passed with no word from Wolf. I dreamed of him at night and daydreamed about him almost every waking moment. My mother questioned me about my distraction but I evaded her questions with questions of my own. I was remembering what Wolf had asked me about my father and also his own reaction to my reply. It got me thinking about how little I knew about the man who'd given me life. I wanted to know more so I turned my mother's questions back on her.

"Who was my father?"

"I told you, he was a wandering rogue, who told me a pack of lies."

"Yes, I know that, but I mean…what was he like?"

"A wolf, damn it! He was a wolf in human form! He found himself a little girl in the woods and he devoured her whole, then spit her back out!"

Her answer struck me hard. My face paled. Had my Wolf not also found me, a little girl, in the woods and devoured me? Would I wind up like my mother, all alone with a child to raise? My hand dropped to my belly unconsciously. I had another week before I was due to bleed; would I find myself with a child swelling there? I tried to push the thought out of my head. I reminded myself that Wolf was going to return, he'd told me so and I believed him.

"What is it Rain? What's wrong?" I looked up to see my mother staring at me with a strange look of dread on her face.

I shook my head. "I'm fine, Mama. I was just a little shocked by what you said."

"Is that all? You're sure? Rain, honey, you know I love you. Is there anything going on I need to know about?"

I remembered Wolf's stricture to say nothing to my mother so I shook my head. "I'm fine Mama, nothing's wrong."

I looked up into her sapphire eyes, the same eyes that looked back at me whenever I looked in a mirror. There were tears there and a sad look of loneliness on her face. It occurred to me that although my mother was still young and very beautiful, she'd never married, never allowed any of the men of the village to court her. She wasn't even thirty years old and yet had seemingly chosen to entirely reject the company of men.

"Mama, did you love my father? Is that why you never married?"

She broke down then and began to sob. "Yes, I loved him and he left me! He said he'd come back but he never did!" She told me how she'd met a wildly handsome young man while she was out in the forest gathering the plants her mother used to make dyes. He'd sworn he was as deeply in love with her as she was with him and she'd allowed him to seduce her at their first meeting.

Many more assignations in the forest had followed. The last time she saw him, he swore that when he next returned it would be to take her away to be married. She'd waited and waited for months but with no sign of his return her love turned first to agonizing pain, then to hatred. She'd found herself pregnant within a week of that last meeting and when he never returned to claim her she'd been forced to admit her condition to her parents who were shocked and angered.

They were a prosperous couple with a high standing in the village and a pregnant 14-year-old daughter was not going to enhance their status. They demanded to know who the father was but she'd only known him by the nickname he'd told her, nothing more. Her mother had been supportive once she got over the shock, but my grandfather never forgave Tamsyn for it. When he died only 3 years later, they still had never returned to the warm relationship she'd grown up knowing.

I held my mother as she sobbed out her story and tried not to let the similarities to my own situation fill me with dread. When she finally stopped crying I asked her the only question I had left. "Mama, what was my father called?"

"I only ever knew him as 'Wolf'," she replied.

I stiffened and began to tremble all over. "Wolf, my father's name is Wolf?"

She nodded and looked at me closely. "Rain, what is it? What's wrong? I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry you never knew him." She started to cry again. "Do you hate me for that?"

I looked up at her with stricken eyes. I hugged her tight and shook my head fiercely. "Never Mama, I could never hate you."

I held her and tried to ignore the screaming match in my head. No! It's not possible! It's just a coincidence! He can't be my Father; I love him!!!!

I frantically tried to convince myself that my Wolf and my mother's were not the same man, but I knew in my heart that he was. If nothing else his shocked questioning of my parentage confirmed it for me.

I pulled away from my mother and told her I needed to be alone for a while. I grabbed my scarlet cloak and fled down the path into the woods. I fled deeper and deeper into the heart of the forest with tears of confusion and pain streaming down my face. I'd fallen in love with my own father. The same man who'd abandoned my mother and left her heart-broken and pregnant 15 years before.

Then I began to remember what Wolf had told me about my mother being engaged. His shock to find she'd never been married. Had he known he was my father? Did he realize it now? I dried my tears and looked around me. I was more than three quarters of the way to my Grammy's house and I decided that I might as well see her while I was here. I walked on with a thousand unanswered questions in my mind and my heart aching for what I knew I could never have.

I heard shouting as I approached Grammy's cottage. I started to run. Hitting the door at top speed I burst in to find Wolf and Grammy shouting at each other.

"You deceitful old hag!! You stole my whole life!"

"I did what I thought was best for my daughter! I didn't know you'd already ruined her!"

"I didn't ruin her! I loved her you nasty old Bitch! You not only stole Tamsyn damn it, you stole my daughter too!"

"You'll never be good enough for my daughter damn you! Some filthy wandering, shiftless no good, vagabond! You don't even have a proper name, damn your eyes!"

I stood there listening in shock. Venom and hatred poured from Grammy's mouth, her whole face twisted with rage. I'd never heard her cuss in my life but profanities and abuse spewed from her in a flood. Wolf just stood there and let her scream herself hoarse.

"You lied to me old woman, you lied to your daughter and you stole the first 14 years of my child's life from me. What do you think Tamsyn and Rain are going to have to say about that?"

"Why don't you ask me?" I said from the door. They both spun around to stare at me. I walked further into the room and looked at my grandmother. Right now I couldn't trust myself to look at Wolf without going to pieces. I didn't want him to be my father, I'd never had a father and didn't want one now. I wanted my lover. It was truly beginning to sink in that I could never have that with him again and I just couldn't face that knowledge. I knew to look at him would be to confirm that unwanted truth.

"Exactly what lies have you been telling us all Grammy?"

She avoided my eyes. "Listen honey, I don't know what this man's been telling you…"

I cut her off. "That man hasn't told me a thing, other than his name, Grammy. But my mother just got done telling me all sorts of things. Why don't we talk about that?"

I couldn't stop myself from sneaking a look at Wolf. His amber eyes were fixed on me but he said not a word as my grandmother sputtered.

I looked back at her. "Mother was just telling me how a man named Wolf abandoned her and broke her heart when she was my age, Grammy. She also said she never stopped loving him and that's why she never married. Now, you want to tell me your side of this story?"

I heard a choking sound from Wolf and I looked at him. His jaw was open and he looked as if he'd been struck from behind. I looked away not wanting to see what I knew would be there. He was still in love with my mother. I could see it; I could hear it in his voice when he had shouted at my grandmother. I didn't want to think about what this all meant for me.

My grandmother was vacillating. "Tell me Grammy, just what lies did you tell? Did you tell my father that my mother was engaged to someone else? Did you let my mother think he'd just run off and left her when you sent him away? How about when you found out she was having me? Did you tell her then? Did you go find my father so he could be with us? Tell me!" She drew herself up stiffly and began to speak.

"Yes, I did it. This creature came to your grandfather and asked to marry your mother. We hadn't raised our daughter to run off with the first ne're-do-well that came along. So we sent him on his way, told him your mother was already engaged to a fine weaver and that they were to be married the following month. We'd hoped to make that a reality but all our plans came to naught when Tamsyn turned up pregnant. So we held our heads high and moved on."

"Actually Mother, you may have moved on, but I certainly never did." I swung around to see my mother in the doorway. She was staring at Wolf with hungry desperate eyes. My eyes sought Wolf and saw that he was staring at her just as hungrily.

I stumbled to a seat at the table and sank down on it with shaking knees. I saw them move toward each other slowly. When they met, they stared at each other for a long moment. I'd never seen my mother look so happy. Suddenly they both reached out and wrapped their arms around each other and held on with tears streaming down.

I looked over at my grandmother and saw that she had also collapsed into a chair. She was pale and trembling and looked badly shocked. I really didn't care at that moment. I was fighting with myself to be happy for my mother's sake. She and Wolf were still clutching each other and murmuring softly together. I got up and slid out the door. I couldn't take watching the two of them any longer.

I headed into the woods and just let my feet wander. When I came to the edge of the pond, I looked up and realized that I was standing in the same place where Wolf and I had lain just days before. I sank down to a crouch, wrapped my arms around my knees and began to rock back and forth while the tears flowed down my cheeks and sobs wracked my body.

I'd never felt so alone in my admittedly short life. I'd lost my childhood, my dreams and my family all in one short week. I sat there crying for hours, my red cloak wrapped around me like the security blanket it had always been.

Eventually I curled up on my side and fell into an exhausted sleep. I dreamed of Wolf, dreamed of his hands on my body, his mouth ravaging over me, dreamed of his big cock stretching my tight pussy wide open. I woke with tears on my face and the sun hanging low in the sky. A shadow fell over me and I looked up into hot amber eyes. I looked back down at the ground and sat up slowly.

I looked at his feet and searched behind him for my mother. "Where's Mama?"

"She's gone home, I told her I would find you."

I nodded but still couldn't look at him. I tried to wipe away the moisture on my cheeks without him seeing, but it was a futile gesture because more tears were already spilling from my eyes.

He knelt down on the ground next to me and pulled me around to look at him. "Rain, honey, I didn't know, I swear I didn't know you were mine until you told me."

My stomach clenched and I began sobbing outright. I kept my head bowed and refused to look at him. I had fallen in love with my own father. My father was in love with my mother. My mother still loved him. They still loved each other. I wanted to be happy for them, I really did, but all I could feel was miserable because I had no place in this. I could never have a normal father/daughter relationship with Wolf, I could never feel that way about him.

"Rain, please! For God's sake, look at me!"

I shook my head. He put his finger under my chin and forced my head up. I closed my eyes while tears continued to stream from under my tightly closed eyelids.

"Rain, please…talk to me! Oh God! Please talk to me, say something, anything!"

I shook my head again, unable to speak, unable to tell him what I was feeling. I knew he was in love with my mother, I knew he was my father. He couldn't possibly be what I needed him to be and I couldn't tell him any of this.

"Please!"

I could hear the desperation in his voice, but I was so convinced that all he wanted was a daughter that I couldn't even respond to his emotion. He took his hands from me then and my stomach clenched in agony again as I lost even that little bit of contact.

"I'm so sorry Rain. I'm so sorry I did this to you. I don't blame you for hating me. I didn't know you were my daughter, but that doesn't excuse what I did. I didn't mean to fall in love with you, Rain. I never meant to do that. Oh God, what do I do? I can't be just your father, Rain! I can't do it!"

My eyes flew open in shock. I stared at him. He was still kneeling in front of me and I could see he was shaking all over, just as I was. There were tears on his face and more were slipping from his beautiful amber eyes. But tears weren't all I could see in his eyes. I could see the same shaken hunger that was gnawing at my belly and clawing its way out from inside me. I can only guess what he read in my own sapphire gaze but suddenly his arms were around me and his mouth was closing fiercely over mine.

Each of us tore at the other's clothing in frantic need. When we were finally skin-to-skin Wolf pulled me under him and sank his shaft deep inside me with one mighty thrust. I screamed in joy and began shuddering in an explosive orgasm immediately. My hands clawed at his back and my teeth latched onto his shoulder while he pumped his long hard cock in and out of me with deliciously rough power-strokes.

I shuddered and convulsed again as another orgasm ripped through me. My pussy was milking his thick rod as he pounded me into the ground. I frantically bucked my hips against him, meeting him thrust for thrust and screaming in the ecstasy I'd been so convinced I'd never feel again.

His voice urged me on, rasping roughly in my ear, "That's it…oh fuck…yes, God, yes! Fuck me little girl, fuck me so hard, my sweet little slut!"

I whimpered as I thrashed my body against him, following his rhythm, squeezing him so tightly with my pussy. Just as a third incredible orgasm was rippling through me in spasms, he began to howl his own release. I ground myself against him as hard as I could, shuddering in delight as I heard him shouting hoarsely in mindless pleasure. He came down beside me on the ground and I was about to turn over and cuddle into him when a soft hand closed around my hip and tilted me back again.

I looked up in surprise to see my mother kneeling beside me. She'd left her clothes in a pile beside ours and was sliding between my thighs as I gaped soundlessly at her. With a lovely smile on her lips, she dipped her head between my thighs and I felt her tongue against my soft pussy. I shivered as her soft tongue circled my clit and then dipped lower to lap at the mingling of Wolf's cum and mine.

She hungrily sucked on my pussy, swallowing my cream and his, flickering her tongue back and forth over my clit until I started to buck and writhe under her touch. She tongued me to orgasm and continued to lick up the juice running out of my shivering pussy. Eventually she lifted her face, wet with my juices, from between my trembling thighs and smiled beatifically at me.

I blinked at her, still in shock over this development and she crawled up to snuggle against my side. Wolf moved closer until I was sandwiched between the two of them.

My mother spoke first. "Rain, love, your father told me what happened between the two of you, told me that you'd fallen in love with each other the same way he and I had. I'll admit I had already had a suspicion you'd met someone here, I just didn't know who it was until this morning when I got to my mother's home and found you all arguing inside. It's ok honey; I'm willing to share if you are. I love you Rain and I want you to be happy." She looked at Wolf then. "And I love you, Wolf, I'd never take Rain away from you. Do either of you mind sharing with me?"

I lay there, with my mother to one side and my father/lover to the other and I began to smile. "I think I can live with that Mother, I wanted to be happy for you both earlier, but I was just so sure I was going to lose both of you that I couldn't be anything but miserable."

Wolf nuzzled my neck, nibbling softly on my ear while I felt mother's fingers lightly grazing over my erect nipples. I heard him sigh deeply against my skin. He lifted his head and smiled at us. He looked at me then and stared deeply into my eyes.

"I never thought I could ever love someone like I loved Tamsyn until this breath-takingly gorgeous creature threw herself at me at the Spring Faire. I didn't even realize who your mother was for several days, and then I determined that it didn't matter, I had lost her forever, but I wasn't going to lose the love of my life a second time, no matter who your parents were." He laughed then. "I never ever guessed I was one of them!" He looked at Mother again. "Nor did I ever dream I could ever get you back again, Tamsyn."

He shook his head. "When I realized that I was your father Rain, I had to leave for a few days and do some hard thinking. I didn't want to lose you both all over again and I couldn't see how I could possibly have you both! After 2 days of agonizing, I realized I had to try though, I couldn't bear not to have either one of you."

I started giggling then. My parents both looked at me enquiringly. "May I call you Daddy now?"

They both laughed and Wolf's eyes began to flame again. "Only if you beg for it, Little Red!"