“Ah, nonsense! Mother’s love me. I’m quite charming when I want to be,” he coyly said, smiling again. He leaned forward and quickly stole a kiss from my cheek. His hot lips sent my face on fire as I blushed.
“Charles!” I exclaimed.
“Now, now, nothing improper has been done. It was just a small kiss for the milk,” he grinned.
“That really wasn’t a proper kiss,” I said, nervously glancing down at my skirt in disbelief. How could I have said something like that! I did desire to kiss him, if only as a scientific experiment to see what it was like. As if he read my mind, he leaned in and met my lips with his own. His lips were soft, yet firm as they slowly grazed against my mouth. I felt an excitement that I had never felt before rush inside me. I kissed him back as he parted my lips with his hot, wet tongue. Exploring my mouth, he slowly made contact with my own tongue, and I felt a sudden jolt inside of myself. He shoved me to the ground and kissed me harder as his hands explored under my dress, sliding up my legs and past my knees. It tickled, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“What are you doing, Sir?” I playfully asked.
“It’s Charles, Flora. Have you ever laid with a man before?” he asked. I felt my heart nearly stop when he called me by my real name. No one ever called me Flora, not even my own mother. Without waiting for a response from me, he continued up my leg. His heated hand slowly made its way to my inner thighs. I shook my head, and he continued by moving slowly towards my flower. He pushed firmly and slowly over my mound, and I moaned as I felt myself become wet to his touch.
He quietly moaned into my ear as he kissed my neck. His other hand went to my milky white breast. My body flooded with ecstasy, and a feeling I never felt before washed over me as he rubbed and gently squeezed at my nipple.
“But I don’t even know you,” I whispered.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.
He and I both knew that I did not want him to stop. I wanted him to continue the magic we was working on my body. It felt so wonderful to be caught in his embrace. My mind flashed to Mary and the babe at her breast. I did not want to be with child and forced into marriage, but as his hand rubbed against my silken lower lips, my thoughts no longer felt rational. He slowly tugged at my bloomers and slipped them off me in one quick motion.
He parted my legs, slipped his hand between them, and gently caressed my pulsing button. I moaned at his touch and closed my eyes as my back arched. The cold ground chilled through my back as his thick finger slid inside my delicate virginal core. It felt as if we had our own personal oasis in the clearing of golden and emerald grass. The smell of the flowers and our sweat mingled, and I closed my eyes to inhale deeply.
The smell of the flowers and our sweat mingled, I closed my eyes and breathed the air in deeply.
“Oooh,” I moaned loudly. My face felt warm, and my body felt tingly all over. He rubbed my pulsing button as his thick fingers slid in and out of me. I did not know what to do with myself under his controlling touch.
“You like this, do you?” he murmured as he pushed a little harder against my clit. With one finger still working inside of me, he rubbed at my inner sides. I felt a sudden heat fill through my hips, radiating out towards my limbs and into my fingers and toes. My hand flew to my breast, and I pulled at my dress. I wanted him to see me naked, and I wanted to feel him naked against me. Charles untied the sides of my dress and pulled it away from my body, my skin suddenly exposed to the warm afternoon sun.
Charles moved towards my dressed and untied the sides pulling it away from my body he exposed my skin to the warm afternoon sun. “You are stunning,” he whispered. He leaned down and kissed my lips softly, then moved down my body to my ample breasts, holding them both in his hands as he pinched at my erect nipples. I moaned as he tugged and pulled on them, whispering his name again and again. He made his way down my body, closer to my legs, and finally to my soft, puffy lower lips.
“I think you will enjoy this almost as much as I’m enjoying your curved body right now,” he said. My body was in complete delight as his hot tongue gently lapped at my tender folds. Chares pulled my round bottom closer to his face with his strong hands. He looked up into my eyes, and the piercing green of his eyes seemed to glow with a fire behind them. He hungrily took my moist lips into his mouth and delicately sucked. I moaned loudly, surprised by the intense pleasure I felt that somehow surpassed the amazing feeling of his hands.
He started to lick hard and fast around my pulsing button. I had never felt anything like it before. My body was on fire, and it burned with such exquisite pleasure with each long passing of his thick, glistening tongue. My legs shook and my body rocked and pulsed as he sucked on my button. I screamed his name, and he smiled at me as it echoed through the glen.
“I think you will enjoy this, too,” he said. With my legs parted, he lowered himself between them and I felt him pull his pants down. Something hard and thick was against my leg.
“St…stop,” I said, flustered. I was scared. I loved the pleasure he gave me, but what would happen to me if he spilled his seed inside of my womb? He stopped and look at me with confusion. His eyes reminded me of a sad, lost puppy as he leaned away from me. I wanted him more than anything I had ever wanted before, but my brain said no.
“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” I said. My legs were still apart, and he sat there staring down at my naked body as my pale curves bathed in the sunlight. I looked at his cock sticking out of his trousers. It looked huge, and I watched as it twitched and slightly pulsated.
“I want you now, Flora. I need to fuck you, and I need to fuck you hard,” he said. I was shocked at his words, and his face seemed ravenous. It was as if I were a piece of meat for his taking. His eyes glowed, and a low growl rumbled from his throat. I felt like an innocent lamb at the slaughter. I knew there was no hope for me; I wanted his cock, and he was going to fuck me no matter what.
“Take off your clothes,” I said, feeling braver. “I want to see you naked.” His face changed, and he ripped his clothes off in one fell swoop. He looked strong and determined so unlike the simple traveler I had first encountered.
“You look afraid,” he said, cocking an eyebrow as his feasted his eyes on my naked body once more.
“I’ve never seen such a large cock before,” I admitted.
“I thought you were a virgin?” he asked.
“I am, but I have seen a naked man before, you know,” I answered. He lowered himself on top of me, and I could feel the heat from his thick, hard cock against my milky thighs as he slowly moved up my body. His hands went to my hips and his mouth to my right breast, pulling and tugging at my hips to position himself over my entry.
He then lowered himself on top of me. I felt the heat from his thick long hard cock against my milky white thighs as he slowly moved up my body.
He growled, and his eyes glowed brightly as his face seemed to become longer and wilder looking. I felt a sudden, sharp pain as he pushed himself deep inside of me. I cried out as his cock stretched my small, virginal wetness. He began thrusting hard, pushing deep into my pelvic bone, and the heat rose inside of me once again. I moaned, and he responded by pushing harder and with more urgency.
I felt my breasts swaying and jiggling as he fucked me hard and fast. I reached out to him, burying my hands in thick locks of his hair. I held on tightly as his growing cock pushed upwards into me. I felt it rip and pull at me. I had known his cock was big, but it felt absolutely huge now.
With one hand on my full, round ass and the other on my back, he pulled me up and down his cock. I threw my head back and cried out.
Oh yes, fuck.
I felt alive. I rocked my hips against him and felt my muscles tighten as a wave of pleasure overcame my entire body.
Ohhh, yes, oh, my God, fuck me!
The words kept leaving my mouth, and I barely recognized my own voice as it filled the forest with a cry of lust and wanting. I sounded less and less like a human and more lik
e a wild animal.
He growled and hungrily bit at my left breast while he pushed hard and fast into me. With each long stroke, he pressed against a certain spot inside of me. It was driving me wild as I neared the edge of the cliff, waiting to fall off with each of his intense thrusts. He pulled me up against him, standing up in one fluid motion. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and dug my feet into his tight buttocks.
He held me up as if I weight nothing and rubbed me against his manhood. He held me tightly against him, and my fingers dug into his back. A guttural sound came from deep inside of him, and a howl echoed through the trees. It sent shivers down my spine as I realized that the howl had come from Charles. I felt as if I were in a fog. Who was Charles really? What was he? He sounded like a wolf, but maybe men just howled when they had sex.
I looked into his eyes, and they were glowing brighter than they ever had before. He opened his mouth as he breathed heavily, and I noticed his teeth had grown longer and sharper. He moved his head beneath my breasts, and I held onto him tightly as he sucked on my nipples. I was lost in the ecstasy; it didn’t matter to me who or even what Charles was because this felt better than anything I had ever experienced before. My body cried out in pleasure with each nibble and thrust.
Suddenly, he howled again, and I felt his cock pulse and spasm as his hot liquid surged forth and filled my pussy. I felt myself finally fall over the edge as his thick load filled me, and my inner core pulsed around his fiery, quivering cock. He slowly let me down to the ground. My legs felt weakened as I wobbled to regain my footing. My body was completely relaxed, and my once tightened muscles were now like jelly.
“Amazing,” he whispered. We laid together in the brush for what seemed like hours, then Charles helped me dress, carefully retying the sides of my dress for me. I sat up and watched with wonder as he put his own clothes back on his hard, naked body.
“Flora, I have something to tell you,” he said. My heart sank and filled with worry. Was he married? Had I just helped him break the most sacred of heavenly promises?
“I’m actually…” then suddenly, he was cut off by a loud hissing. We were both startled and turned to see a large snake hissing right behind me. It was a black fanged tooth, known for causing instant death upon striking. The black scaled snake moved slowly towards me, and I pulled my legs in closely. My heart stopped in fear. This was the end for me.
“Don’t move,” Charles commanded as he grabbed a nearby stick. “And whatever happens, please know that I did enjoy our time together.” Suddenly, Charles changed before my eyes. One moment he was a man, and the next he was a large wolf. I shrieked in confusion as I watched the huge, black-furred beast eat the twenty-foot long snake in a single bite. The beast looked into my eyes, and the familiar emerald glow radiated kindness. It was still Charles, just…different.
“Charles?” I whispered. He slowly moved towards me and whimpered as he lowered his head. “I don’t understand.”
I then heard his voice inside my head, “Yes, I am ashamed but I am a werewolf,” he said. His dog eyes looked down and I felt sorry for him.
“Have you always been like this?” I asked.
“Yes, I am ashamed, but I am a werewolf,” he said, not with his mouth, but as a voice inside of my own head. His dog eyes looked down, and I felt sorry for him.
“Have you always been like this?” I thought. Then I asked aloud just in case it did not work like that. He nodded his furry head and came closer to me, close enough for me to reach out and stroke his silky, black fur.
“You are a beautiful dog,” I said.
“I’m not a dog!” he yelled in my head.
“Okay, fine, you are a beautiful wolf,” I said. I smiled and patted his soft fury head.
“Are you scared?” he asked.
“No, not really. I don’t know why, but I am not afraid of you at all,” I answered. I could tell from the way that he moved that he did not intend to hurt me. He was a strong, alpha male, but he would not attack me. Curling up next to me, he nuzzled his head against my thigh.
“Your body is so warm,” I said as I leaned against his big, furry body.
“Yes, there is some benefit to this form. Never need to worry about freezing in the winter,” he answered.
“Thank you for saving my life,” I said. He leaned over and licked my face with his big, wet werewolf tongue. I laughed and hugged him closely.
“I think I’m falling for you,” he said.
“You had better be!” I replied. “After all, I could be pregnant after what we just did!”
“Oh, I would not be surprised in the least if you were, but I promise to take care of you. That is, if you want me?” He whimpered and lapped at my hand. I laughed at his silliness.
“Of course. I barely know you at all, but I feel as if I’ve known you all my life.”
“I feel the same,” he said. Charles then changed back into the man I had given my maidenhood to, and I was in his arms once again. He kissed me softly on the shoulder and smelled my hair deeply.
“I love your scent,” he murmured. “I’ve actually been tracking you for days at your farm. I want to take you away from all of this,” he said. I felt my heart beat faster at the thought of him watching over me.
“Away? Away to where?” I asked. I was a simple girl, but I knew well enough that storybook endings did not exist in real life. Life was harsh, and if you were lucky you might get a glimpse of happiness. I read many fairytales growing up, and I used to dream of being a princess. But no white knight would save me. Instead, I got a werewolf with a hearty sexual appetite. Not a bad bargain.
“We would go to my castle in Endenbrook,” he said evenly.
“You’re what?” I felt astonished.
“I’m not the first in line, so you won’t be made a queen unless all six of my older brothers and their entire families all die. To be honest, I am kind of a black sheep.”
I laughed, “Don’t you mean a black wolf?” I laughed. He grinned at me and my heart skipped a beat.
“Is this a proposal?” I asked, surprised at the sudden escalation.
“Yes, yes it is,” he stated. “I have a lot of freedom because of my...affliction. My father has allowed me to choose who I will marry.”
I sat there, speechless from surprise. Words escaped me until he kissed me once more, and my heart burst into flutters.
“Would my family be allowed to come with us to the castle?” I asked.
“Of course, my love. Anyone you want, anything you want. The world is yours if you so chose it to be,” he answered. I smiled and looked into his beautiful green eyes as a tear rolled down my cheek. I hugged him closely, my heart bursting with happiness.
“Yes,” I whispered. “A thousand times, yes!”
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Meet Flora; also known as little red, she is a full figured beautiful milkmaid living in a harsh time. Her mother wants her to marry her off to the first wealthy man she can find but Red has other plans. Red wants to keep her freedom and live an independent life. When her mother sends her to grandmothers house Red runs into the big bad wolf.
From the moment Red meet's Charles she is intrigued by his masculine mannerisms and drop dead gorgeous looks. Can Red resist the big bad wolf in the woods?
Warning: This short 4000 word story contains virginal big beautiful woman sex with a man who is also a werewolf. Not intended for readers under the age of 18
Excerpt:
"I told you, Charles,” he said, giving me a mocking look of disapproval.
“Charles,” I corrected myself, smiling.
“I shall call on you when I am in town, and we can continue to enjoy each other’s company,” he said, smiling broadly. I suddenly remembered my quaint house a felt embarrassed. A man as well of as Charles was would never be
interested in a poor milkmaid like me. And besides, I didn’t want a man in my life! My heart had momentarily escaped my brain.
“Well, I don’t know if my mother would care for that too much,” I lied. She would have been delighted just to have me break bread with a member of the opposite sex.
“Ah, nonsense! Mother’s love me. I’m quite charming when I want to be,” he coyly said, smiling again. He leaned forward and quickly stole a kiss from my cheek. His hot lips sent my face on fire as I blushed.
“Charles!” I exclaimed.
“Now, now, nothing improper has been done. It was just a small kiss for the milk,” he grinned.
“That really wasn’t a proper kiss,” I said, nervously glancing down at my skirt in disbelief. How could I have said something like that! I did desire to kiss him, if only as a scientific experiment to see what it was like. As if he read my mind, he leaned in and met my lips with his own. His lips were soft, yet firm as they slowly grazed against my mouth. I felt an excitement that I had never felt before rush inside me. I kissed him back as he parted my lips with his hot, wet tongue. Exploring my mouth, he slowly made contact with my own tongue, and I felt a sudden jolt inside of myself. He shoved me to the ground and kissed me harder as his hands explored under my dress, sliding up my legs and past my knees. It tickled, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“What are you doing, Sir?” I playfully asked.
“It’s Charles, Flora. Have you ever laid with a man before?” he asked. I felt my heart nearly stop when he called me by my real name. No one ever called me Flora, not even my own mother. Without waiting for a response from me, he continued up my leg. His heated hand slowly made its way to my inner thighs. I shook my head, and he continued by moving slowly towards my flower. He pushed firmly and slowly over my mound, and I moaned as I felt myself become wet to his touch.He quietly moaned into my ear as he kissed my neck. His other hand went to my milky white breast. My body flooded with ecstasy, and a feeling I never felt before washed over me as he rubbed and gently squeezed at my nipple.
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