“You are mine.” His words were disjointed, distorted, too, and he didn’t sound like a human male at all. He grabbed my breast, curled his nails into my flesh until agony and ecstasy filled my entire body and I had no option but to submit.
“Say you are mine,” he said in that growly voice again.
I should have fought harder, but I didn’t. “I’m yours.” God, you’re a little whore, Red. I wanted the damn Halloween costume off, wanted to be just as naked as he was, and I wanted that now. “Just fuck me already,” I breathed out, not even caring that I was like a slut begging for his dick. I felt drugged and high, so gone from reality that the only thing that made sense was being with him. He pulled back and stared right into my eyes. When he bared his teeth my heart dropped to my belly at the sight of his incisors. They were long and sharp, like a bear or wolf would have. I could swear the fact he was showing me was some kind of warning.
He tilted his head back and roared out, and this feeling overcame me like a female submitting to a powerful male. I wanted to lie down for him, spread my legs, and just let him fuck me raw. God, what was wrong with me? Why was I acting like this? Were the myths true about this place? Although I had never heard anything like this before, I certainly felt like an otherworldly sensation was controlling my actions and thoughts.
And then in one swift move he tore my Little Red Riding Hood costume from me until I stood there in my bra and panties. My chest was rising fast and hard, and I was so wet that the material of my thong was soaked clean through. He lifted a hand and showed me the wicked looking claws that tipped his big fingers. And then he sliced those claws through my undergarments until they fell to the ground as tattered remains.
He grabbed my waist and turned me around forcefully, and the air left me in a whoosh. And when he ran his hand over my ass I closed my eyes and rested my head on the trunk. It felt good to feel his hands moving over my body, to have the sensation of his callous-covered fingers scraping along my sensitive flesh.
The sound of his palm making contact with my flesh was loud and echoed along the trees, but it was the feeling of the pain and pleasure that came with that swat that had me nearly coming right then and there. He held me in place with a hand to the middle of my back, but I wasn’t about to go anywhere. This was a ludicrous situation, but I was going to roll with it. And when I looked over my shoulder and watched as he grabbed his dick and started jerking himself off as he palmed my ass, I parted my lips and begged him to screw me already.
“God, fuck me. Please.” I sounded like a whiny bitch in heat, but who cared? This was the most exhilarating experience of my life. I felt like he was toying with me, torturing me for the sole purpose of deriving pleasure from it. He slapped my ass so hard I cried out from the pain.
“You. Are. Mine. Now.” He enunciated each word slowly, deeply, and held my gaze with his own. “I make the rules now, mate.” The way he said “mate” had everything inside of me tensing. This wasn’t just about being fucked in the woods by this creature that was too large and powerfully built to be a human male, but about being claimed by the animal that stood right in front of me.
“Spread.” That lone word was low and distorted. It was a command, a demand, and I didn’t want to break whatever sexual haze was between us.
I spread my legs as wide as they would go, and felt my pussy start to grow swollen with the need to have him inside of me. My cream slipped down my thigh, but there was no embarrassment from me. And then he lowered his gaze to my ass, squeezed the globes forcefully, and got down on his haunches.
“This is my ass to fuck, mate.” He bit down on the mound and I cried out in pleasure and agony as his incisors scraped my tender flesh. He slipped a hand between my legs and started stroking my pussy. “This is my cunt to lick, suck, and fuck.” He rubbed my clit, spread my arousal around, and then lifted his hand to his mouth. I was still watching him over my shoulder, and the sight of him licking my cream from his fingers had me moaning softly.
He lowered his face back to my pussy, started sucking and licking at me, and all I could do was rest my head against the tree and close my eyes for the ride. When he did finally break away from my clit, it was to drag his tongue down my slit and move it around my pussy hole. I felt him flatten his tongue and drag it up and down, over and over again until I was gasping for air. He repeated the action, and all the while he pushed a thick finger into my pussy, stretching me, teasing me, but being gentle at the same time. I couldn’t feel the scrape of his claw, so he must have retracted it as easily as he had unsheathed it. But it didn’t matter because right now I wanted whatever he could give me.