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

by Adams, Liz

  Sean burned with anger and lust. “What’s the one secret you don’t want me to know about?”

  She looked as though she’d been slapped. Her lips tightened. Her eyes drilled hard at Sean. Then softened. She opened her mouth as if to speak but closed it again. Tried again, no words emerged.

  The cottage lay still in the silence. Sean heard the confused rustling of the leaves outside. A single bird called out as though trying to find others for support.

  At last Carmen said, “I cannot be alone with myself. If I’m alone, I spend my time reading, or cleaning.... I’ll work until I make myself sick which is why I’m sick now.”

  “Why can’t you be alone?”

  She sighed. The smell of her sex made him delirious. “Because I’m afraid of having to see who I am. To stop and think, just think, means to....” A heavy breath escaped her. “To face the wretch I’ve become.”

  Her eyes were glassy wet. Her voice wavered and she seemed to be fighting to maintain her composure. “I’m a pathetic excuse for a woman. I know that. I’ve known it since I was 15 seasons old. It’s why I can never be intimate with someone for longer than two moons. I’m pathetic. That’s the one thing I don’t want anyone to know.” She shrugged. “It’s probably obvious to the entire village.” Her eyes became hard again. “But if you think for one minute that changes anything about this little agreement of ours, you are mistaken. I will tell my sister about your ‘relationship’ with her daughter, and I will do my best to make it sound like the vilest, most disgusting thing she’s ever heard.”

  He gnashed his teeth and felt a fire burn within him.

  She continued. “And just think....”

  He wanted to rip off her nightgown.

  “You get to have your fun with me....”

  He wanted to push her face down on the bed.

  “You get the key....”

  He wanted to pound his hard, aching cock into her sweet-smelling cleft.

  “And you get to have your fun with Red....”

  No. He didn’t want to. But he had to if he wanted to be with Red, really be with her.

  “And you can make Red so happy....”

  Fiery fangs! Her steaming slit smelled so good. He had to shove himself deep inside of her. Now.

  “And no one will know.” She gave a throaty laugh.

  Sean growled and realized what he had to do. The one way he could satisfy Carmen and still honor his love for Red. He only hoped Red wouldn’t walk in and see what he was about to do.

  ***

  Carmen didn’t expect him to throw her backwards onto the bed with such power. He was still in human form but the animal was inside. That was certain. She could see it in his eyes.

  He came at her snarling. Thunder and lightning! I hope he doesn’t kill me!

  But instead, he flung her thighs apart and mashed his face between her legs. A moist tongue lapped at her and she moaned.

  How long had it been? A season? No. Over three seasons since her sister convinced her to leave her lover.

  Blazing skies! How she missed this. A lycan’s tongue swirling at the folds of her pussy, sucking them, licking them, twisting her into feeling waves of delicious signals racing across her body to the tips of her nipples.

  And a pang of heaviness hit her heart. There was something missing.

  Was he not good enough? Was his tongue just not enough to what she was used to?

  Carmen felt his snout penetrate her as his tongue dipped deeper inside of her. Dark heavens, no! His tongue was plenty talented. She planted her hands on her breasts and twisted her nipples. They hardened at her fingertips, and still she squeezed more, enjoying the pain with the pleasure.

  His tongue was now at her clit and tasted it, teased it, tickled it. The strokes became harder, drilling round and round with wet rapid laps.

  What was that painful tugging at her heart? She twisted her nipples harder, so as to overwhelm her heavy heart with painful pleasure. Thunderballs, it felt good. But not as good as she had remembered. What was missing?

  Sean thrust his snout into her again. She wailed at the impaling. He growled inside of her sending vibrations to all the best places.

  And then she realized what was missing. The thing that made sex with her lycan boyfriend so much more amazing. It was love.

  What have I done? Sean doesn’t love me, what was I thinking? Was I really so jealous of my niece that I had to seduce her boyfriend into getting me to climax?

  Sean’s snout pushed deeper inside her. She cried out. But it felt so good. She knew she should stop him and make sure she did all she could to protect his love. But her body denied her good intentions.

  “Stop.” Her word came out so quiet, perhaps she didn’t want Sean to hear.

  He clearly didn’t hear her. His snout plunged up inside her so deep she thought she saw stars.

  “Please,” she was able to say a little louder, but not without moaning. Her request to stop could have been interpreted as asking for more. As her pussy spasmed around his snout, her entire body clenched tight with jolts of buzzing lightning.

  In that moment, she made a promise to herself.

  She promised to herself to stand up to her sister and stand by Sean’s and Red’s relationship. That husband of her sister’s should be easy enough to convince. It was her damned bigoted sister that would be the tough branch to break. But the one person who could change her sister was herself. And she promised never to give up until she did convince her sister to allow the love between a human and a lycan.

  Oh!

  He pushed deeper. Was that even possible? She shook on the bed, unable to control herself. His tongue wriggled into her, slipping and opening her wide with his powerful, wet licks. Unbelievable! So strong. So hot. She grabbed onto his head and writhed all over his face pushing his snout in. She shook. She screamed. She quaked.

  She fainted.

  ***

  Amy couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She shouted, “What the hell are you doing?”

  Sean turned his head around from between Carmen’s legs, his snout covered with Carmen’s juices. The snout receded back to Sean’s face. Sean eyed the ground and shook his head, but not before she noticed the shame in his expression.

  “How could you?” she yelled. “How could you do this to us?” Love’s most intimate kiss? With her aunt? “I thought you loved me. I thought you’d only come here to get the key for the damned lock. For our first time. You dirty, lying mutt!”

  She ran at him, fists flying and feet kicking to hurt him as hard as she could. Sean pulled her down to the floor and pressed himself on top of her, holding her wrists down on the wooden floorboards.

  “Let me go!” She twisted and turned, but he wouldn’t budge.

  “Red. Red.” His powerful arms fought well against her struggle. “Listen to me. I was protecting our union.”

  “Whose? Yours and mine or yours and hers?” She writhed underneath his chest. And was that his cock pressed hard against her thigh? The gall of him to be aroused at a time like this.

  “Carmen threatened to tell your parents and everyone else about us if I didn’t have sex with her.”

  “What? You had sex with her, too?”

  “No.” Sean took a deep breath and released one of her wrists to brush the hair out of her eyes. Amy swatted his hand away. He snared her hand, both of her wrists once again pinned beside her head. “I came up with a way to keep her quiet without having sex with her.”

  “Let me go.” She yanked her arms to get her wrists free, but he was too strong.

  “Listen to me. I made her pass out.”

  Amy peered into his desperate eyes, at her aunt’s limp body, and remembered passing out by his tongue the previous night. Yeah. That would be one way to do it. The image of what she had just witnessed taunted her. His face between her aunt’s legs. A stone lodged in her throat. Her vision blurred.

  Sean said, “I know you’re hurting. Talk to me.” Sean’s deep voice rumbled thro
ugh her body.

  The words poured out of her, biting, cutting up her love. “Lies. All of your kisses and words and....” She struggled to breathe. “They were lies. How many others are there? How many naïve human girls have you been visiting and flirting with and using that damned snout of yours to—” She couldn’t finish. Her throat choked too much.

  “Red, you know there’s no one but you.” He kissed her forehead. She looked away. “No secrets. Even if I did want to hide something from you, you know I’m as good a liar as Vincent is a lover.”

  She remembered the ridiculous fiasco of the blacksmith’s son spilling his seed all over her hand.

  He added, “Not that I have first-hand knowledge of how good a lover he is.”

  Hearing that last part, she couldn’t help but crack a small smile. But the pain of Sean’s infidelity slammed back into her chest. She squeezed her eyes shut against the tears. She wanted to believe him, and she should believe him because he was right. He was a horrible liar. There was no tongue rolling, now. He was being truthful.

  “Now what?” She turned her face to brush it dry against her shoulder. “Is this how it will always be? We hide from everyone? We get blackmailed into doing things we don’t want to do? You want me to bend over and raise my skirt to every gent who threatens to expose our secret?”

  Sean glanced away. As the image seemed to sink in to his thoughts, he relaxed his hold on her. She rubbed her free wrists, waiting for him to say something. Anything. His silence answered all her questions. It was over.

  “Get off of me,” she said quietly, and pushed against him.

  Without a word, he rolled onto his side.

  She sat up, a rock in her gut. She could never have a happy relationship with a lycan. Her tears tasted salty against her lips.

  “My parents were right.” She stood, straightened her skirts and went out the door.

  ***

  Sean watched her go, a chasm emptying his chest. Her parents were right. A relationship between a human and lycan had no chance of ending well. Keeping secret their relationship from everyone would just lead to tears and broken promises. The best thing for Red was to end it now.

  He lost the strength to swallow, the pain inside became too hard to bear. But why did he still feel a fire within? A fire for her? Craving bubbled. Need filled that chasm in his chest.

  Fur and fangs! Red’s scent still lingered, sweet and pungent. When he had her on the floor, he’d smelled the wetness that remained between her thighs from their passion in the forest. The aroma of her moist cleft had been so strong, it was all he could do to prevent himself from thrusting into her right there on her aunt’s wooden floor. His member now throbbed, seeking release.

  He listened, but didn’t hear the clip of her boots returning to him.

  Regret washed over him. If only he had waited for Red to arrive before agreeing to Carmen’s blackmail. If only there were no way for Carmen or anyone to ever blackmail them into performing repugnant acts. Then nothing could stop him from being with Red. But it was too late.

  Sean gritted his teeth. Memories flooded him. All their times together. The best times of his life. His nostrils flared. “No,” he whispered. He scanned the floor as his mind worked to find a solution. He fisted his hand. “No,” he said louder.

  At once he realized what to do. He shoved off the floor and hustled out of the cottage to hunt down Red.

  ***

  Amy swiped the tears from her cheeks as she strode through the woods. The birds taunted noisily.

  “Red,” a voice called from behind her.

  She turned in time to see Sean’s human form pounce at her, cradling her head as the two of them fell onto the leaves. The crash to the ground jarred her less than the surprise of it.

  “Sean! What in the blazing skies?” Her heart pounded faster than she had ever known.

  “You are mine,” he growled. He reached under her cloak and squeezed her breasts through her bodice.

  “Let go of me.” Amy fought against his grip, but couldn’t overcome him.

  “You love me.” His hands kneaded into her flesh sparking unwanted flames at her core.

  “Let go,” she screeched.

  “You don’t deny it. You love me.”

  “Sean. Get off of me.” She bucked against his hard body. Sparks flooded her.

  “You don’t deny it.” He growled and ripped open her red bodice. Her breasts shook under her chemise. “You are mine. No one else can have you. And no one can prevent our love.” He mashed his mouth on hers, hard. She turned her head, but his kiss had stirred butterflies in her belly. And she couldn’t deny the moistness between her legs.

  “What are you doing?” She felt him grinding his hardness against her thigh. She wanted to see it. Hold it. Taste it. The thought of Sean ramming that thing inside of her made her breathe heavier. “I can’t.”

  “You will.” He returned his hands to her chemise and rubbed her nipples. “Today is the day you and I couple.”

  Amy squirmed, struggling to get from underneath him. Her nipples flushed taut. “No, Sean. It’s over.”

  It didn’t matter that she wanted him. She had to show how angry she was by his infidelity. Besides, they could never be truly together. Blackmail and secrets had destroyed their relationship before it barely began.

  The fingernails on his hand grew into a sharp claw and pierced the fabric of her shirt. Amy screamed as Sean tore apart the white chemise and ripped it off her chest.

  “Sean, no! My parents will know. People will find out about us.” And use us against each other.

  He lifted her up off the ground and pushed her backwards, pressing her shoulders against a tree. “That’s right. No secrets.”

  Amy’s heart battered in her chest as she watched this man with claws for hands come at her, hunger in his eyes. With one claw, he yanked off the cable at her waist. With his other claw, he shredded the remaining cloak until it dripped off her and rippled onto the dirt in a heap of rags. The metal plate dropped with a thud.

  She shivered. No secrets. If everyone knows about our relationship, we won’t have to worry about hiding it. And no one can blackmail Sean, again.

  The tree bark dug into her bare back. Sean’s eyes were wild, taking their fill of her bare breasts. She trembled, still unsure of how much he could control the wolf inside.

  “Get on your knees.”

  Her blood coursed through her with anticipation. “Why?”

  He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. “I know that scent. You’re wet. But I’m dry. Let’s make this as painless as possible.”

  Is he really going to enter me? The thought of it made her dizzy. Isn’t the relationship over? If we can’t succeed at hiding it from everyone, then yes. The relationship is over. His answer: No secrets. Why didn’t I think of it before? Sean had used my rule to find a possible way for us to be together.

  His claws returned to their human form. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he gently pushed downward. She resisted. If I give any hint that I’m willing to believe the relationship might work, he’ll think I’m no longer angry. I can’t allow that. Not yet.

  He gnashed his teeth. “You – belong – to me.” As he pressed down again on her shoulders, she opposed his push and stood firm. His snout shot from his face and he roared, “Get on your knees.”

  Fear gripped her heart and squeezed. That face. Like the wolf by the river. Ready to rip me apart.

  The teeth receded. Sean’s face turned back to normal. He looked concerned. “You do trust me, don’t you Red?”

  She told herself, there’s no one I trust more. She dropped to her knees, giving in to her heart, and looked up at him.

  “Open it,” he said.

  Her heart raced. She unbuttoned his trousers.

  “Take it out.”

  Her clit tingled. She reached in and felt a hard, hot pole of flesh. Wrapping her hand around the pulsating thing, she noticed its length was longer than the size of her fist could hold.
Thunderballs! How is that thing going to fit inside me? She gently tugged it out, and gasped. Soon he would fill her with all that length.

  “Put it in your mouth.”

  Her arousal was getting to be too much. She yearned to touch her nipples, to rub her clit. She couldn’t. To do so would be to admit that she was no longer upset with him. That she wanted him. That she loved him.

  He grabbed her by the hair and snarled, “Put it in your mouth.”

  She put the tip to her lips. Smooth. So warm.

  “Make it wet with your tongue.”

  She tasted the tip of his shaft. Salty. What will it feel like, having him push inside of me? Her core dripped at the thought. She moved her head forward, gliding her tongue along the underside of his cock.

  Sean inhaled through clenched teeth. Amy stopped. Is he in pain?

  “Keep going,” he urged.

  He’s not in pain. He’s in ecstasy. Because of me. Her cleft prickled, buzzed. She stifled a moan by returned to the task, engulfing his cock with her mouth, swirling her tongue around the ridge at his head.

  “Go deeper.”

  Amy wanted to. She wanted to lavish Sean with all she had, make him go mad with lust for more of her, suck him deep until he exploded down her throat, filling her mouth with his essence. But she knew that revealing her passion for him was the same as saying she forgave him. She had to keep her body’s craving for him a secret. True, she wanted no secrets in their relationship, but she still wasn’t even sure if there was going to be any relationship.

  “Deeper.” With his fist holding her hair, he pushed the back of her head down his cock until her nose mashed against the pubic hair peeking out of his trousers. The sensation of his full length filling her throat made her gag. She coughed. His luscious, musky scent hit her. He howled in pleasure and released her head.

  She backed off of his cock, gasping for breath. A strand of her saliva hung from the tip. Sean franticly stroked himself as he fixed his eyes upon Red. She gaped at him, watching this man she grew up with, solid and strong, yanking his long, hard cock. Because of me. He wants me, and only me.