Wolves Love Red (A Shifter Romance Short)

by Chris Genovese

  I was running my fingers over the spikes of a mace when I heard the sweetest voice behind me.

  “Yes,” she said. “I don’t know how I’m still uncomfortable doing this after all these times, but Maurice, I need your help filling this basket full of toys for grandma.”

  I looked over my shoulder and it was her. Red. I looked up at the weapon tent’s security mirror and watched her, the back of her, looking stunning in her super short red skirt, her tight laced top, and her hair pulled back into a ponytail.

  For fuck’s sake she was perfect.

  Red.

  “Ohh headed to Grandma’s house again?” the man behind the table said. Maurice I presumed. “I might need to make a trip out there myself soon. I heard the ol’ cougar is going to crown a pussy pounding champion this year to whoever makes her cum the hardest.”

  “Oh my God,” Red said. “Come on. I know who she is and what she does to make a living but still, Maurice, she’s my fucking grandmother.”

  “Yeah, sorry. So what can I get for you?”

  “This is going to sound really ridiculous after my last comment but here’s the list.”

  I watched as Red fished into a small pouch and pulled out a crumpled up sheet of paper.

  “Grandma sent this via courier. Seems she needs a pair of pink furry handcuffs, a tube of instant warming anal lube, nipple clamps, the biggest dildo in stock—a black one if possible—and a light voltage Taser. And if there’s any change left from this fifty I’m supposed to spend the rest on strawberry hookah tobacco.”

  What a strange list.

  I’d heard of Grandma. I hadn’t been in town for long but it didn’t take long to hear of the area’s main attraction.

  No one would come right out and call the old lady a prostitute, probably because even the sheriff was fond of late night romps, but it was no secret that most of the men in town, as young as eighteen, would visit her for special treatment and leave her a small payment as a token of their love and care for the elderly woman.

  “I have a date with destiny,” which was code for, “Off to Grandma’s house I go,” was often whispered in the streets.

  Like, “Hey, Johnny, you coming to Stank Wobblies for a few drinks and lap dance?”

  “No, sorry, I’ve got a date with destiny.”

  “Oh, well if there was ever an excuse to ditch your friends it’s a date with destiny. Tell her I said hello!”

  Yes, that was Grandma. The town cougar slut and it seemed she was Red’s grandmother.

  Once her basket was packed with everything she needed, Red threw her red hood over her head, and was on her way. Of course I wasn’t far behind.

  ***

  Red skipped as she entered the woods and as I kept my distance, hidden among the trees, I watched in awe as the wind blew through her cape and lifted her skirt.

  She laughed as she reached for her skirt but not before I caught a glimpse of her bare ass. She wasn’t wearing underwear and as she turned to try and escape the wind, I caught a glimpse of the red thatch of hair between her legs.

  And that was enough. Once again, my cock throbbed. I reached into my pants and thumbed the head of my dick, letting the pad of the finger brush against the tip. Chills ran through me. My nerves were on fire. I needed her.

  But she was gone, skipping again, so lighthearted, on her way to Grandma’s.

  I had to wonder if she were anything like the old lady. Did she go out to Grandma’s house and turn tricks? Or was she really just an innocent young woman doing her grandmother’s bidding? Somehow, after seeing her at the card table, I got the feeling she could hold her own and she wasn’t all that guiltless.

  I was faster than Red and made my way through the trees, making sure to stay a few steps ahead of her at all times. I hadn’t realized I’d transformed back into a wolf. My mind had been on something else.

  Fuck, I’ll have no clothes if I decide to meet her.

  Then I realized I wouldn’t need any clothes if I decided to meet her.

  My eyes focused on her tits as they bounced with each skip. They were big, heavy, and so fucking glorious. I wanted to rip off her clothes, lift her tit with my face so I could feel the weight of it against my mouth, and eat her. I wanted to taste her, to swallow the sweetness of her being.

  Fuck, my cock was throbbing.

  It was bobbing around as I jogged a little to keep up with her. With each step it jerked and felt good, nearly ready for release.

  Suddenly, Red stopped skipping and took a couple of jogging steps before stopping completely. She stood with a finger at her lips, her basket in one hand, staring into the trees.

  She turned in a small circle, looking for something, for someone.

  Was she meeting someone?

  Oh I hoped not.

  I needed her and had already decided she would be mine. If someone else showed up it could get messy.

  Red looked back down the path that led to town, in the direction from which she’d come. Was she considering going back? No, I wouldn’t let her. She could only leave after I’d felt the warmth of her pussy wrapped around me.

  She looked up to the trees.

  “The birds…” she said.

  What birds? Wait, what birds? Shit, I’d scared off the birds again.

  CRACK!

  Dammit, I’d stepped on a twig or something. Good one. Good going.

  Red’s head whipped around in all directions, trying to find the source of the noise, trying to find me.

  She was afraid. This wouldn’t work right if she were afraid.

  Red reached into her small purse and pulled out a butterfly knife. She flipped it around wildly, purposely making the clickety-clack of the handles whirling around sound off as loud as possible. She wanted whoever was watching to know she was armed.

  Hot.

  A knife would never hurt me but the fact that she thought it would was adorably sexy.

  “I know somebody’s out there!” she yelled.

  Her stance said she was ready to fight but her face said she was terrified. I didn’t want her to be afraid. I just wanted to be with her, to be inside of her.

  I knew what I needed to do. So I left her.

  And I went to Grandma’s house.

  ***

  I knew the house. I’d seen many men enter and many leave. I’d eaten several of them.

  I stood out front and waited a few minutes to see if anyone would come out. No one did. So I approached the door and found a sign that said: I’m busy at the moment but come in and wait in the front room please.

  Grandma has a waiting room. Nice.

  Would there be others in the waiting room already? I was naked, dick swinging, and although I quite liked the gasps that usually accompanied the gawks at my jumbo-size cock, a naked dude walking in might strike people as odd.

  I could always eat any witnesses.

  The thought fled from my mind as I imagined the bloody mess it would create and how it would definitely foil my attempts at wooing Red. Wooing her. Like I was planning to dazzle her with a waltz before wrapping a strand of pearls around her neck.

  Pearl necklace, ha. I might need to work that into the plan after all.

  With one hand on the doorknob and the other wrapped around my throbbing cock, I gave myself two strong pumps and felt the ache creep through my stomach. It always felt like it started somewhere in my ass, surging through my balls, ready to shoot out the tip.

  Being so fucking horny all the time is a blessing as much as a curse. For a second, I considered scrapping this idea and just calling out to Fiona. I could run to her, pounce on her, and fuck all of my frustrations out on her.

  “Is she inside there?” I heard a voice whisper from behind me.

  I turned to see Fiona standing in the tree line, completely naked, her perfect tits slightly dirty, and streaks of mud running across her belly. My eyes drifted to her hairy mound. She never shaved. It would be pointless since it would just grow back the next time she turned. I’d buri
ed my face in that mound many nights.

  Fiona had a taste that was indescribable.

  I pumped my cock three more times and Fiona smiled.

  “Is she in there?” she asked again.

  “Who?” I asked.

  “You know exactly who. The one who got you so riled up last night I thought you might break my back.”

  Yes, I do know exactly who. And I need her. For some unknown reason, I want her more than I’ve ever wanted you.

  The thought wasn’t meant to be a cruel one. It was just a fact. I desired Fiona in a sexual way and that was a passion that I knew would never die. I’d always want to pound all my feelings into her.

  But Red. Red was different. I felt a longing for her. I wanted to fuck her and love her both. I wanted her to ride me but lay beside me. My head almost swirled at the thought of being with her.

  “She’s not in there,” I admitted. “But she’s coming. And I don’t have a plan. I just want her.”

  “Let me help you,” Fiona said as she walked over to me, wrapped her fist around the head of my cock and took over pumping it for me. “This is Grandma’s house and I’ve heard Grandma has a thing for blondes with firm tits.”

  She kissed me, her wet, wide tongue putting pressure on my teeth until they opened for her. Her hand jerked me hard, up and down, while her tongue wrapped around mine.

  I felt her lifting her leg, trying to aim my cock at her pussy. She wanted to fuck me right there on the patio. I laughed and pulled away from her.

  “Tonight then,” she said as she pushed her way into the house. “I’ll take care of Grandma. I’ll take her to the other room. You go into hers once we leave and wait for your beloved there.”

  “My beloved?”

  “Whatever you wanna call her. The pussy that has you so confused right now. Do whatever it is your heart desires so you can come back to me. I can’t be waiting around for you all the time.”

  With that, she disappeared into the house. I took one more glance at the woods, hoping I’d have a little bit of time before Red arrived, and then followed her in.

  The inside of Grandma’s house was like a twisted, kinky doctor’s office. Purple suede sofas sat on both sides of the waiting room. The walls were all painted the dark hue. Between the two seats was a coffee table with a naked, big-breasted, open-legged woman carved into the wood, raised up in a 3D pattern.

  A bowl of homemade oatmeal cookies sat between the woman’s open legs.

  Two doors were on the left side of the room and one on the right. A wooden plaque was nailed to the door on the right and it read: Your Date with Destiny Awaits.

  That must be Grandma’s room.

  A disco ball spun slowly around at the center of the ceiling casting multicolored dots around the room. Fiona raised her hands above her head and did a little dance beneath the kaleidoscope of spotlights.

  “Oh yes, baby, show Grandma how it’s done!” sounded off from the room to the right.

  “Looks like she’s busy,” I said.

  Fiona shrugged her shoulders.

  “Then I guess I need to work my magic. Hopefully she’s in there with a man ‘cause I wouldn’t mind a little three-way action.”

  Before I could protest or even discuss it with her, Fiona opened Grandma’s door and entered the room.

  “What the hell!” I heard a man yell. Then, “Oh…well alright.”

  She’d worked her magic.

  I sat down on one of the couches and picked up a porno mag that was sitting on the seat next to me. I thumbed through it and reached for my balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. I rolled them around in my hand, liking how the flesh stuck to my fingertips.

  Grandma’s door opened and Fiona led the woman out of the room by one hand and the man out by the other. They didn’t even look at me. They were entranced, something my kind can and will often do when we want something. And Fiona wanted something.

  Grandma was quite attractive for an older woman. She had her grey hair up in a bun, a few strands dangling down, and wore a robe that was open at the middle. Her tits were nice, big and soft, but not saggy. Her pussy was shaved and was red, swollen. The man had obviously been in the middle of feasting when Fiona interrupted.

  The man Fiona was leading out of the room was fat, but strong looking, a lumberjack maybe. He was completely naked and his dick was quite big for a human’s. Fiona would have some fun with them both.

  Once they were behind the closed door of another room, I stood and made my way into Grandma’s.

  This room was all red. I loved it. The walls were soft, cushiony, and perfect for love making. The carpet was the same color. The bed was gigantic, bigger than any I’d ever seen let alone slept on. The blankets were thrown all over the place.

  A cabinet was on one wall and the shelves were stocked with sex toys and supplies. Lotions, whips, handcuffs, dildos, cock rings, kitchen utensils, and all sorts of fabrics and robes.

  Holy shit. Grandma’s a fucking freak.

  Two knocks on the door behind me. I panicked. Was it Red? I scooped a blanket up off the floor, climbed into the bed, and pulled the covers up over my head.

  “Grandma, you in there?” she called out.

  I couldn’t answer. I wanted to but what would I say?

  “Grandma?” she said again.

  Finally, I heard the door open and light footsteps enter.

  “Grams?”

  Then laughter. The sweetest sound I’d ever heard. Red’s laughter.

  “Oh, Grams, are you busy under there?”

  “A little bit,” I said.

  “Ohh, what a deep voice,” she said. “I guess I’ll hang out in the other room ‘till you’re done.”

  “No,” I said as I threw the blanket off of me.

  She gasped. I knew she would.

  My cock stood straight up, fully erect, much larger than any she’d ever seen. And she was drawn to it.

  I looked at her and drooled. I didn’t mean to but she’d tossed back her red hood and her long red hair hung down in tangles. Her tits were pushed together by her shirt. I wanted to eat her.

  I wanted to fucking eat her.

  “Oh my,” Red said as she approached. “Were you with Grandma?”

  “No,” I said.

  “Are you waiting for her?” she asked.

  “No,” I said. “Grandma wanted me to wait here for you. She said you needed me.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “You need me.”

  And I didn’t mean to dazzle her or do my mind tricks on her but I think maybe I did on accident. Because, as she stood there, eyes on my erect member, she began to touch herself.

  She set her basket of goods down on the floor and reached one hand up into her dress. I could see her arm tense just above the elbow. And her mouth was agape. Her red, luscious lips were open, tongue touching her upper teeth.

  I sat up at the edge of the bed and held my cock in my hand. I loved the way she stared at it, like she wanted to eat me as much as I wanted to devour her.

  I had no plan as I entered the house but somehow it was all working out.

  “Ohhhhh fuuuuck!” I heard Grandma cry out from the other side of the house.

  “Is that…”

  “That’s your Grandma. She’s with a friend of mine,” I said as I stood up.

  Red’s eyes remained on my cock. She licked her lips.

  I walked closer to her. I could smell her sweet scent on the air. She finally raised her eyes up to meet mine.

  “What big…eyes you have,” she said.

  “Better to see you with, my love,” I replied.

  “See me,” she said as she lifted her dress, pulled it over her arms, and let it fall to the floor.

  At this point I didn’t care whether she was doing this naturally or if my strange werewolf charm was the driving force. I just wanted her by any means necessary.

  “I see you,” I said. “My God you’re amazing.”

  I reached out and put th
e fingertips of both hands on her ribs and felt goosebumps rise immediately on her skin.

  “What a big mouth you have.”

  I grabbed her hair in one hand and twirled it around my fist, keeping it up above her head, and squeezing it just tight enough to cause a little bit of pain. And as I lowered my mouth to her neck, I whispered into her ear, “Better to eat you with, my love.”