1 comments/ 13720 views/ 7 favorites Little Red Ch. 01 By: DSnow713 Little Red "Take care when traveling thru the wood, for the wolf is ever close, and always watching." Part 1 of 3 Redenna awoke to the sounds of the village. She could hear the blacksmiths hammer striking the anvil, the trotting of horse hooves, and the sound of livestock being moved to pasture. Along with the sounds she also had the smells of the village to help rouse her form her sleep. She smelled the freshly baked bread from the baker, the aroma of cooked meat from the butcher, and the faint smell of wet grass. Her village was small, only a few dozen buildings, but they had enough for a quiet comfortable life. Redenna stretched out in her plush soft bed, attempting to loosen her stiff muscles, as the sun beamed down on what was looking to be a beautiful day. At the age of 20 she was in peak physical condition, with taught muscles and smooth skin, having spent her life caring about her appearance. Also with playing in the forest as a child she knew which herbs to use and for what. She knew of a plant that, when the leaves were soaked in water, would help keep her skin soft. There was a berry that could be ground up and applied to lips to make them redder. She even knew of some that could help cuts and others to cure illness. She removed the covers over her and swung her legs off her bed. Redenna stood and walked to the full length mirror. She looked at her naked body in the reflection and smiled to herself. She was short, about 5'5, and was a very striking looking young woman. Her legs were short, which she compensated for by always wearing heeled boots, but they were toned and soft. Redenna had wide hips and a slim waist that met with her flat stomach. She shifted her weight and watched in the mirror as her breasts jiggled, only slightly, before returning to their place. Her chest was full and firm, not overly large but big enough, she never had any complaints. Small shoulders connected with her tiny throat and let up to her angular face. She had sharp features and a petite nose. Redenna had deep blue eyes but her best attribute was surely her hair. It was long and dark, not just black, but darker then midnight on a moonless night. It also contained a shine that rivaled any jewel in the land. While her given name was Redenna, the fact that most of her garments were red in color, earned her the nickname Red. Red caressed her body with her hands, feeling the warming sensation in her loins, and bit her lip. She climbed back into bed, laying down and spreading her legs, while her hands reached for her side table. She opened the drawer on the table and removed a long black object. She had found a large black rock down by the river and had spent four years polishing it down just right. She had gotten it down to 10 inches in length and about 3 inches in diameter. It was now shaped perfectly to resemble a man's penis. She used it often on herself and loved it. She moved her left hand down to her opening and slowly made circles over her bald slit. With her right hand she took her toy, as she lovingly called it, and moved it across her stomach. She loved the way the cold rock felt against her hot skin. Red moved the toy up to her breasts and caressed her nipples with the tip. With her left hand she increased the speed of the circles she made and felt herself getting wetter between her legs. She slid two fingers into herself while moving the toy up to her mouth to suck on it. She took it into her mouth, a muffled moan escaping her lips, as her fingers worked in her faster and harder. She rubbed her thumb against her clit while her two fingers moved in and out, curling them when inside her, as she worked the toy in and out of her mouth slowly. She pulled the toy out of her mouth and traced her tongue around it, licking it softly and slowly, while she moved her fingers harder in her. Red pulled the toy out of her mouth, dragging the tip of it down her body, circling her nipples with it and rubbing it between her breasts. She removed her fingers from inside her and replaced them with her toy. She felt her body tense as her toy slid deep into her. Red continued to push it farther into herself until it was a good seven inches deep. She felt her insides expand and then clamp down around it. Red moved her other hand up to her mouth and she sucked on the two fingers that were in her. She loved her own taste, she was sweet, and the aroma always turned her on more. While she sucked on her fingers she started to slowly move her toy out of her. She was so wet that the toy easily came out, almost to the tip, before she pushed it back in. Next when she pulled it out she lifted it slightly and rubbed it along her little nub. Her back arched from the pleasure she felt and she instinctively bit down on her fingers, sucking harder on them, muffling her moaning. She increased the speed of which she moved her toy in and out of her, moving her other hand down to massage her breast, crying out as her eyes rolled back into her head. Red was so wet the toy easily went faster in and out of her, and she could feel her climax building, as she started to pinch her nipple. Her breath came in ragged bursts as her body tensed. Her toes curled, her whole body going rigid, as she felt her release washing over her body. Red screamed out in passion as her insides clamped on her toy, she could feel her juices flow down to cover her toy as well as her hand, and she twisted her nipple as she rode out her orgasm. She kept up the motions, moving the toy and playing with her breast, until her body finally stopped shaking. She lay in bed, a sheen of perspiration covering her body, breathing heavily with her eyes closed. She removed her toy and just basked in the sensations she felt. After some time Red placed her toy back in the drawer and decided it was time to get about her day. Red lived alone in her cottage so she exited her room naked. Her cottage was decent sized. It had a large open area just inside the front door which was used for entertaining guests. Attached to that was a small area for dining where Red had set a table with a few chairs. The kitchen area was next to that making up the rest of the right side of her home. To the left of the main room were two doors, one to her room, and the other to a refreshing area where guests could clean themselves up. Her room had a large closet which housed all her clothes. She went into the refreshing room and soaked a clothe she had in a bucket of water, using it to wipe down her body, and up in between her legs. She went back into her room and into her closet. Red looked at her clothes and put a finger to her lips, trying to decide what to wear that day, even thought she knew what it would be most likely. Since this time of year the weather was warm she didn't bother to look at anything with sleeves. She grabbed her corset, it was red, belted in the front with black straps, and had a white trim around the top. It pushed her breasts up and gave her a nice amount of cleavage. It showed off her athletic stomach and it wouldn't inhibit any of her movements. After putting her corset on and getting it in the right place she grabbed her skirt. Reds skirt came to just above her knees, was all red, and had a black trim around the bottom. It tied in the front with a crisscrossing piece of twine. It covered her plenty but also allowed her to move more easily thru the forest. Then she put on her belt, it too was black, with a large buckle. She positioned the buckle just off center, to the right, and then hung a pouch from it for the herbs she would collect along the way. To compensate for the lack of protection from the skirt she grabbed her knee high boots. They were black and had heels that were a few inches high. They too had twine that laced up on the front of them, all the way to the top, making sure that nothing could fall into them as she traversed the wood. The last piece of her outfit she reached for was her cloak. It was a symbol of her because she almost always wore it. It kept her warm in winter and offered shelter from the rainy days. Her cloak was very long, well past her feet, and blood red. It had no sleeves but it did have a hood, which sufficiently covered her face, not just her head. She applied some of her concoctions to her body, the paste for her lips, a salve to her skin to help against the sun, and a few drops of some flower nectar that smelled very sweet. Lastly she put on her necklace, a silver chain, with a light blue gem which hung down almost to her bust. Red would travel into the woods almost daily and find many herbs to make as many potions as she could. Everyone in the village would work for the better of each other. There was no money to exchange for any service. The butcher and the baker would make their food available while the wood cutters would build or repair homes as needed. People came to Red for her potions. Children would play and anyone older then 16 would do work for the community where they wanted. Red checked herself in the mirror one last time, and satisfied with her appearance, went into the kitchen. She grabbed her basket and filled it will all sorts of goodies. A few pieces of fruit and a wedge of cheese went into the basket first. Red then wrapped up a few bottles of her mixtures in a thick cloth and put them into the basket as well. She picked up the basket, having covered the contents with another cloth, and headed out the door. No one locked their doors in her village; everyone was like family, so no one ever worried about thieves. Red paused after she closed her door and breathed deeply of the air. She loved this village; it was set just inside a forest at the base of a mountain, so the air was clean and fresh all the time. She had moved here 10 years ago with her parents, her father was a wood cutter, and there was call for experienced men to help. Her and her parents moved and set up a good home here, but five years ago there was an accident and her father was killed by a beast in the forest. Her mothers' heart was broken and shortly after she disappeared into the forest and never came back. Red was 16 at the time. She had done well with her potions and made a good life for herself. Red looked around and headed off towards the baker. Her boots making a squishing sound as she walked. Her cloak dragged along the ground, as it always did, but she loved it so much she didn't care and washed it every night. The village was built in a small circle that had grown outward as it expanded. The center ring had the well, the church, the inn, and the stables. Outwards from there were the homes, the baker, the butcher, the market, and the blacksmith. Then just beyond that ring were the farms, the mill, and the stockpiles which included grain and wood. There was a river a few minutes walk into the forest but rarely did anyone use it as there was a stream that flowed right next to the mill. Red found that she loved spending time at the river and found many items to use to make potions. She rounded the corner of the bakery and walked up to the open window. Bezzeal had the building built with the front wall able to open up the top half. That way he could bake in his shop and display his goods without having to keep running in and out of the store. Red liked him, he was older, but always had a funny story to tell and very nice. "Bezzeal! Are you in there?" Red cried out loudly looking in his window. "Ahhh, Red, how are you m'dear?" the old man asked as he came around the corner from the ovens. He was very round, looking almost like one of his own loaves of bread, and very short, shorter then Red. He wore a light grey tunic with black pants, an outfit Red never understood because he was always covered in flour, so he was usually whiter then anything else. He was balding and had a pock marked face. He had bushy eye brows and a mustache that was mostly grey now. "I'm great thank you. How are you today?" she asked looking at him then shifted her gaze to his wares. "Ahhh, I am wonderful today. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and the ovens are burning. It reminds me of the time when I was younger, about your age I think, and I was distracted by a lovely woman in the village." He began as he leaned against the wall, staring off into the distance. "She was the loveliest in all the land and came to my shop, can you believe it? So she is asking me about how to do this and how I do that. We are having such a good talk that I forget about the ovens. Can you guess what happens? Sure as I'm standing here I could smell my bread burning! I had not only burned my bread but set fire to my kitchen! Well this lady just stood there laughing at me as I franticly ran about putting the fire out. I was still so distracted with her that I burned myself." He opened his tunic a bit and showed Red a burn mark over his heart. "The lady was laughing so hard that she came back every day, just to see if it would happen again. So, because she laughed at me, and teased me so much do you know how I got her back?" Red shook her head no, completely enthralled in the story, it was a new one. "I married her! HA!" Red burst out laughing and quickly covered her mouth with her hand, giggling to herself still. "So this mark, it reminds me that on that day my heart had two new marks on it, this one, and the one my wife left on me." Now enough of that, what can I get for you Little Red? I'm sure you have things to do today." "I just need a loaf please. I'm going to Grandma today. She asked for a few potions from me so I decided to spend the day with her." Red said as she hefted the basket. Bezzeal handed her the bread and watched as she placed it in the basket. "Be safe when walking thru the woods m'dear, you never know what's out there." He said with a smile but a hint of concern in his voice. "I will, and thank you, take care and I'll see you later." Red said smiling, as she walked off, headed for her next stop. She quickly got to the butcher shop as it was just a few houses away. Gromo was hacking away at a leg of something, covered in blood as usual, when she approached. He wore his usual white tunic and grey pants with an apron over his belly. He was tall and thick around the mid section. A life of cutting meat had given him enormous arms. He was bald and clean shaven and usually very serious. "Hello Gromo. How are you on this lovely day?" Red liked to try and get a smile out of him but had yet to do so. "Good morning Redenna. I am well thank you. How are you?" he asked looking up at her and putting the huge clever down. "I'm good thank you. May I please get a few slices of meat?" Red asked, having given up on trying to make him smile, she knew today wasn't going to be the day. Gromo cut three large pieces of meat off of a leg and wrapped them up in a damp cloth. He approached Red, towering over her, and handed them to her. She took them from him and put them in her basket with everything else. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" he said as he backed away to his cutting table. "No thank you that should do it. Have a good day!" Red said as she waved goodbye. "You as well." Gromo said as he started hacking away again. Red continued on and headed for the blacksmith. Her heart was racing because she knew that Ellion would be there. Ellion was a childhood friend of hers. He was taller then her by a head, had long blonde hair that was usually tied back in a pony tail, and had an athletic build. He was usually soaked with perspiration, from working with the forge, and that always made Red aroused. They had shared a bed before, many times, but Red wasn't ready to settle down and start a family. Ellion understood and gave her the space she wanted. It was a good situation for both of them, no expectations, with occasional sex. When she got closer to his building she could see him hammering away on something at the anvil. His shirt was off and he was covered in sweat. He looked up and smiled at Red when she got closer. Red walked right up to him with a large smile on her face. "Ellion, so good to see you, how is your morning?" Red asked staring into his green eyes. "Well hello there Red, I'm great now, how have you been? It's been a few days now yes?" he asked as he stopped his work and drank from a cup on a bench behind him. "Yeah it has. I was wondering if my knife was finished." Red asked, feeling herself getting flushed just from being closer to him, she knew she wanted him. "Sure is. Dad worked on it all last night, polishing it up, he and mother say you need to come around for dinner soon." He said. They both knew that Ellions parents had become her substitute parents after Red's were gone. She loved his family and knew it was time to go and visit. Ellions dad was the primary blacksmith but Ellion was close to being his equal and would one day inherit the shop. "Sounds great, I would love to see them soon, I do miss them terribly." Red said smiling. "Well come on then, it's in the back, let's go get it." Ellion said taking her hand and dragging her to the back of the store. There was spare metal lying around, finished weapons and tools, and lots of horse shoes. Red set her basket down on a table as Ellion pulled a small box from a shelf. Red sat on the table, her cloak creating a pool of red around her and faced him as he opened the box and pulled out the knife wrapped in a cloth. He removed the cloth around the knife and showed it to Red. It had a leather sheath that was tipped and trimmed in silver. There was also a piece of twine attached to the sheath so it could be tied to or around something. The hilt was silver also and there was a blue gem, like in her necklace, at the base. There was a short hand guard that was etched with black lines into it. He removed the blade from the sheath and held it out to her. Red took it in her hand and looked down at it. Her eyes and mouth were wide open as she had never seen a blade so polished. The light reflecting off it almost blinded her. The blade was about seven inches in length, double sided, and had more black etchings in it. However, these marks were clearly pictures, leaves and vines covered most of the blade. Where the blade met the hilt the markings were shaped like a heart. Red turned the blade over and found that the markings were on both sides, completely identical, and finally closed her mouth. "This...is...incredible. Ellion, I can't even express, I mean I'm speechless, it's so beautiful. Goodness, please, thank your dad for me. I love it so much." Red said mesmerized by her new weapon. She placed it back in the sheath and set it down on the table. "Well now, my dad may have done the etchings and hilt, but I made the blade. So where is my thank you huh?" he said jokingly. "Well come here and I'll thank you in my own way." Red said to him with a hint of playfulness in her voice. Ellion stepped forward and Red wrapped her legs around his hips and locked her feet together. She moved her hands up his damp chest, grabbed his shoulders, and pulled him down to her. She pressed her lips to his, kissing him deeply, as her hands moved around to his back, pulling him closer into her. Red could feel his hardness thru his grey trousers rubbing against her and wanted more of him. She pressed her lips harder into his, opening her mouth as he opened his, and slid her tongue into his mouth. His tongue massaged hers as she moaned quietly. Ellion put his hands on her face and held her head as he kissed her deeper. Their tongues explored their mouths as Red moved her hands down to his trousers. She undid the string that held them up and let them fall to the floor. He was erect but not to his fullest. She took him into her hands and started to stroke him slowly. His hands moved down from her face, caressing her shoulders, and stopped at her breasts. He took them into his hands and cupped them firmly. Red moaned into his mouth and she stroked him faster, their kiss deepening, as he was getting more excited and almost fully erect. Ellion undid the buckles on her top, and opened it up, exposing her breasts. His hands moved back to cupping her chest as he ran his fingers over her hard nipples. Red pulled her skirt up and leaned back, breaking their kiss, and guided him to her opening. Little Red Ch. 01 The tang of blood stained the insides of my cheeks. I lay there, still, motionless... inert, that was defiantly one of the longest times Drew had ever beaten me. I don't even remember what I did that got him so mad; maybe the living room wasn't clean enough. Or the soup, he hates when it when I cook to spicy food. My left eye was swollen shut and my top lip busted, I knew I would have to call in 'sick' tomorrow for work. My so called friends there couldn't find out about what I have been putting up with for 3 years of my life any one couldn't for that matter. Because then he would be in trouble, then, so would I. They'd all tell me to "leave him", give me all this bull about how he doesn't care about me or love me, but when it comes down to it, none of them would dare offer me a place in there home to sleep at night, I continued to think in my head. Scared they might get involved or hurt, so why take their advice if I have no one to help me put it into motion. "Get your ass up off the floor!" Drew's angered voice cut into my thoughts. I moved my leg to let him know I heard his demand. "All I know is this house better be clean when I get off work, and no soup tonight, now get the hell up! Do you hear me Patricia?" he waited awhile to hear a responding moan, and with that stormed out. So it was the soup. I heard him leave out, had I really been passed out here in the bathroom all night? Left laying here? I bet he wouldn't have cared if I bled to death, I bet he would have laughed and even watched if this were true. My scenarios playing over and over, I struggled to pull myself up my limbs still weak and numb from lying in the same position all night. I need to call into the office, I can't go in like this, and please let my boss cut me some slack. I found the upstairs phone as I plopped down onto the bed and dialed, my throat became hoarse and dry. "Mr. Carrington?" I said softly as I heard the other end come in. "Yes Patricia? What excuse do you have for today? This is the 3 time this week you have called in not to come to work. Now what is it this time?" His Voice was full of frustration with me; it was only a matter of time before I got fired. Then he wouldn't have to worry about me calling in with excuses at all. "Ms. Vanity? Are you still there?" "Yes," I responded back quickly "I'm sick sir, been down in the dumps ever since last night I tried to convince my boyfriend to let me go in but he won't let me ... To worried." I stumbled out at the last second. "Hm. Tell you what, you've used up all of your vacation days so either you come in or you're fired."And with that he hung up the phone. My heart sank; I climbed on the middle of the bed and sat looking at the crimson and golden sunrise coming up over the emerald and yellow hilltops from my second story window. I didn't even notice that I was crying until I felt the teardrop hit and disturb the stillness of my shirt. My faint sobs filling the quite room, it was only 9:30 and I didn't have much cleaning to do maybe I could clean up and go out searching for a new job knowing in my mind that I had basically lost the on I just had, I know the coffee house downtown always has a pin board full of offers, and Drew would never even know the difference, not like he would visit me anyhow. I have shades, and if anyone asks about my lip I can say I busted it when I opened my car door "Clumsy me," I said aloud. It was mid afternoon when I had finally found a place that was hiring, A man named Markus Jed, he was looking for someone to keep his house clean and explained on the flier that he was always too busy to do so himself. I sighed, all id ever be good for was cleaning a man's house. God has made in incapable of anything else, I pulled off one of the number tabs storming away mad at my own low self thoughts and out of the coffee shop. He lived in the old Williams house, which was said to have weird activity there every other night. I drove by everyday on my way to work, never even knowing what the house looked like, it was deep into in the forest, the vibrant vegetation its armored shield. The drive way was elongated, with curves here and there shaded well by the tall slumping tree's resembling an army of slender men dressed in dark brown clothing. I shivered when the thought entered my head as if they were watching me closely as I drove down the dirt road, whispering game plans of my demise while creating an arch like mask of protection over the drive way. The shade giving a dark like feel to the whole place, the dogwood petals from the tree's not looking as graceful falling on the dirt road. I ignored the feeling of getting into something I wasn't supposed to be and continued on until I came to a huge clearing, an old house sat in the far center. Not counting the attic, the 2 story brick house was adorned with a white balcony and Greek like poll statues on the long open porch sitting there proud looking as if it were a time capsule. The front yard big in length and width, the grass rich and well cut. I bet you could run twice around its perimeter and it'd be a mile. Id finally reached the house; the tall tree's still cutting it off from ever source of human life. But the sun still shined through enough to add a glowing affect to it all. "You'd be dead before hand if you were to get chased out here" I said out to myself. I walked up the steps and knocked lightly at the door admiring the big open porch as I waited, "Looks well kept to me I don't see why-"The door flew open. "You Patricia?" A black man in an apron stood in the door way, his had resting on his left hip and the other holding at the door. I knew right off that he was gay, his flamboyant introduction giving it away. " 'cuses me? I mean is you her or not?" He cocked his head to the side and waited on my answer. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to be rude and stare." He rang out with laughter. "Used to it, don't be so dang stiff girl I ain't gon' bite your not my type." He slapped his knee pleased with his joke. "As you can tell I ain't one to hold nothing back, my name is Manny I'm the cook, I'm only here on Monday, Wednesday and Fridays so I'm sorry to inform you that you won't get to see my beautiful presence every day." He dipped and came back up slow, I laughed and shook his out reached hand. "Patricia" I smiled and said. "Markus in his study so I'm gon' introduce you two then tell you all of what you gon' be doing up in here and show you 'round" I shook my head in agreement. I walked into the house amazed by what I took in, the off white walls lit golden by the sun. The living room was to my left a fire place caught my eye, all kinds of old Nick knacks atop of it. A fire already made and ablaze keeping the house warm from the oncoming October nights. The brown leather couch sat in front of it, with another leather arm chair off to the right corner across from it, back far from the fire place but right between it and the stained floor length windows, shining different colors of light on to the floors, In the left corner stood two book shelves one against the wall with the fire place, and another against the opposite while a book lay open on a speaker's podium. All of it reminding me of a living room you'd see in a gam of clue. I turned back and observed the kitchen to the right all white with wooden floors only the sinks were in view leaning back a little I could see a cutting table centered with veggie's and meat that Manny hadn't yet finished with. Much more simple. In front of me was a wide stair case with a balcony like look when you reached the top, that then led to two open halls one to the left and the other to the right, the turning corners not allowing me to see the doors to the rooms. A table stood at the top with freshly cut roses in a fragile hand carved crystal vase. "I am not dusting that" I said aloud smirking at my lame puns. Behind the staircase was another hall way two doors on each side then one in the center at the end. Manny was already walking down it I scurried to catch up behind him only slowing down when he reached the second door on the left of the dimly candle lit hall, Spinning around noticing that the chandelier held candles too. Odd I thought as I searched for light switches not yet finding any. "Mista' Markus! Yo' new maid here! Open this door and get yo' nose out them studies old man!" "You may enter" and deep Wales accent said through the heavy door. Manny rolled his eyes and mumbled to himself; "I said for you to answer the door" I giggled and followed behind. in-going I saw a man sitting in a worn black leather chair his desk facing away from the door and at the window, the setting sun illuminating the dust in the air reflecting similar to sparkles as the fell and twisted with the wind drafts, a book shelve on each side of the room, while the shelves were organized his desk sat a cluttered mess of letters and other important looking books and papers. This man sure loves to read. I thought, "What is it Manny?" his accent putting a smile across my face. "The woman for the job is here to see what she's get..." He broke in as if he knew what he was going to say, finishing Mannys sentence by stating his reply. "Well if she stays out of my way then I'll stay out of hers and we won't have to get into anything so there will not be a thing to worry about now will it?" "No sir," Manny said rolling his eyes again. I tossed back my coarse black curls with my left hand pushing my sun glasses higher up on my face, tugging at the wrist of my sweater to hide my bruised brown skin. "It's nice to meet you Sir," "Markus, please" He replied out blankly. I'm glad he hasn't looked at me, i'm starting to second guess this disguise. I gave myself a re-assuring smile, the whole time he didn't look away from his books and papers, scribbling something down in his notebook every now and then. His lightly tanned arms unwillingly flexing whenever he moved them, the polished rings glimmering in the light, his medium hair twisted into curls, the front lightly pushed back away from his face all a golden brown color. The matching stubble lined across his face connecting with his mustache and sideburns, more little stubble's peaking out on his bottom lip. His cheeks adorned with dimples and soft but high cheek bones. I observed this all from his right side, and I couldn't help but stair, everything about him rang out, strong and classic, they don't make them like me anymore. So handsome, I said in my head smiling to myself, he can't be over 23, 24 maybe, not noticing that he had asked for my name, I replied quickly but soft "Patricia." "Can you start tomorrow?" "Yes of course, and thank you so much you don't know how-" "You're welcome," he turned in his chair and looked at me through his glasses, pausing for a moment as if confused about something then said. "Well, Good then that is all. I wake up earlier so you will need to be here by 6. Understood?" "Yes sir" "Markus" he repeated. His golden earth tone eye's almost a glowing yellow studying me. I'd never seen a pair like them before, they captivated me he removed his glasses from his face, "You may be on your way now Ms. Patricia, No shades tomorrow though and dress comfortably." I nodded and was led out by Manny quickly glancing over my shoulder to see that Markus was still studying me, his face hard and concentrated. Manny continued on and showed me around all of the upstairs, all the guest bedrooms and bathrooms, saying that the rest of the rooms down in the hall way were Mr. Markus worked was filled with old furniture and boxes. I took in all of what he was saying about what I had to do and how I had to be careful with some things and how for all we know they could be older than my ancestors, I looked around noticing that some things did look vintage and to valuable to be touched and I nodded my head in agreement. Realizing that while we were up stairs Manny had skipped a room, Must have been Mr. Jed's, "Markus" correcting myself in my head with a old sounding English like accent and laughing inside a little. "Manny?" "Yeah girl?," cranking his neck back to look at me over his shoulder as he walked with me to my car. "That room we skipped up stairs?" "Mr. Markus's, He don't like people goin' in there so I guess he keeps it clean his'self, don't worry about it one thing less fo' you to do, and that means mo' tim fo' use to find his liquor stash and get wasted when he ain't lookin' " he said snickering, I smiled and giggled along with him. It was good to hear an accent close to home, from all places Drew chose Minnesota. I thought back to the times I had growing up in NC then came back to reality after a second or two. "It was nice meeting you" I said with a smile, "You too!" and turned and walked his way back into the house. I pulled off not noticing Markus looking though one of the window by the double door entrance at me. I was to busy dreading going home. Little Red Ch. 01 She rubbed him against her lips, her juices coating his tip, and then pushed him into her. Red gasped loudly, moving her hands around his waist, and digging her nails into him. Ellion pushed into her, forcing all of him into her wet, warm, opening. He moved his right hand up to her neck, wrapping his hand around the back of it, holding on to aid in his movements. His left hand remained on her breast, massaging and playing with her nipple, as he increased his speed and force of thrusting. Red's body opened to him, taking him easily into her, as she stared up into his beautiful eyes. She started using her legs to rock him into her, pulling harder, making him pound into her. Red started moaning loudly, she could feel his largeness filling her up completely, she was so warm and wet for him. Red ran her hands over his hard body, clawing at his toned chest, as she tossed her head back in ecstasy. He continued to drive himself into her, feeling like he was close to finishing, so he leaned in and kissed her breast. Ellion ran his tongue over her nipple, circling it, before sucking it into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around her nipple and bit down on it. Red cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, feeling her own climax growing, begging him to drive her over the edge. "Oh Ellion! Yes! Oh that feels so good! Harder! Faster! Yes!" Red called out. "Mmmm, Red, you feel so good around me! I'm close! So close! Yes!" he whispered to her. "Give it to me. I want to feel you fill me up! Yes! Yes! Oh Ellion, now, give it to me now!" she screamed out as she was pushed over the edge. She felt her insides tighten around him, her wetness coating him, as he released his own. He continued to pound into her, driving her thru it, as he felt her grip him. Their bodies tensed and they grabbed each other. They were both covered in sweat now, holding each other and gasping for air, and Red laid her head on Ellions chest. "That...was a nice...thank you." Ellion said breathlessly with a little laugh. He wrapped his arms around Red and held her close. "Well...thanks for the knife." Red replied with a giggle at the end. Ellion stepped back, sliding out of her, and lifted his trousers back into place. He tied them up as Red belted her corset closed. She hopped off the table, setting her skirt and cloak into position, than went into her basket. She pulled out a bottle with a light brown liquid in it, opened the bottle, and drank down a mouthful. A few years ago she had noticed that the female Lo-Kylee would eat the beans from a certain type of tree almost all the time. They would mate constantly, the sound they made when mating was very distinctive, but would not give birth. Then she noticed that in the spring, they stopped eating the beans and only ate the leaves of the tree, and that was when she saw they had babies. She realized that consuming the beans would negate the chance of becoming with child, so she took some, and made them into a potion. It tasted and smelled horrible but she could have as much sex as she wanted and, as long as she drank some afterwards, she wouldn't conceive. Red stepped up to Ellion, wrapping her arms around him, and kissed him when he leaned down to her. "Mmm." Red said breaking the kiss, "We should do this again soon." "I agree. It has been far too long and went far too quickly." Ellion said to her with a hint of shame in his voice. "That's not the only thing that's 'too long.'" she said with a wink. "And don't fret about how hastily it was; sometimes it's nicer when it's fast." Red ran her hands over his arms, "More importantly now I'm going to have you running down my leg all day. I think I'll go to the river and wash up. Care to join me?" "I wish I could today, but I have to stay here and work, how about tomorrow we go at dusk? Ellion replied kissing her head. "Sounds like heaven. Thanks again for the knife and I'll see you tomorrow. I better run off, I have to clean up and go to Grandma's house." Red said smiling. Nina, or Grandma as she was better known, was the most popular woman in the village. She always was willing to help whoever needed it. Nina was such a giving person that she had earned the nickname of Grandma because she made everyone feel like family. She was only half again as old as Red, but everyone looked to her for assistance, or advice. She was a member of the church, convened at meetings regarding the village, helped the farmers and merchants, and even went to other villages for bartering. She lived in a cottage by herself a few leagues into the woods. "Be safe on your travels and farewell." Ellion said with a smile as he stepped forward and kissed Red again. He let her hands go and went back to the front of the shop to continue his work. Red picked up her knife from the table, tied it to her belt, then picked up her basket and headed out of the back. She stopped to give Ellion another kiss, than started to walk away, as she heard him hammering away back at the anvil. Red smiled, thinking of the hammering he had just given her, and started to giggle as she headed for the forest path to Grandma's. Little Red Ch. 02 (Note to the Editor: The following story contains boldface only in the title and italics throughout the story. Thank you) * (Thanks to all for the positive feedback on the first installment. God bless you all. I guess it is my duty to continue with this documentary of how the relationship between Red and I progressed. Sorry for such the long time, but I have a LOT of obligations. For those readers who have not read the first chapter, please do so as you might be lost if you don't. Oh, by the way, it really did happen just as I've written. Only the names have been changed to protect the guilty...namely me.) * * * * * Morning came somewhat quickly and I was awakening, rather groggily, in the most pleasant manner ever possible (almost every man in the world would agree with me on this). As I struggled to fully open my eyes, I saw Red gripping my "morning wood" at its base and slowly twirling her tongue all around the swollen purple glans, occasionally flicking her pointed tongue underneath at that very sensitive area. When I had fully awakened, I could see that she had done away with the braid and had arranged her flaming red hair into two pigtails, one on each side of her head. She must have awakened very much earlier than I. Red looked up at me with those adorable baby blue eyes of hers and sweetly smiled at me. With her milk-white complexion and rosy-colored, apple-like cheeks, she looked just like an angel...my angel. "Good morning, Daddy," my little babydoll beamed. "Good morning, Babydoll," I answered with the biggest "shit-eating grin" a man could ever possibly have. Why wouldn't I have a huge "shit-eating grin"? (Whoever came up with that saying had to have been twisted. I mean, who would grin if they had eaten that. Anyway, pardon my aside here. I'll get back to what happened.) I had every right to be this happy! I met this beautiful and sexy girl at work just three days ago, and from the very first minute I had laid eyes upon her, I knew that I wanted her. Red was girl who could give a dead man an instant hard on, especially looking as she does this morning, and she was half my age...giving me a good morning blowjob! I was simply the luckiest man in the world, or at least that is my opinion. God love her! Red was slowly licking my balls with the flat of her tongue, then trailing upwards on the underside of my shaft until she reached my bulging cockhead. Again, she swirled her tongue all around the swollen bulb just before encircling it with her soft, luscious lips. Slowly, Red eased herself down my rod and I could feel her tongue moving on the underside of my cock as she worked my entire eight-inch length down her throat. With her nose firmly pressed against my pubes, I could still feel her tongue slathering my cock. Oh my God, did this ever feel fantastic! Her mouth and throat felt like hot liquid velvet and I could feel her saliva flowing freely, coating my scrotum with her drool. With my entire length still engulfed, Red began shaking her head from side-to-side and I could actually feel my cockhead banging against her tonsils as she began gently caressing my heavy gonads with her petite little hands. Slowly, she began to withdraw from my cock, and with hollowed cheeks, sucked on my turgid dong as if it were a straw, thus drawing out my precum as if it were some precious gift. Red removed her mouth from my diamond-hard cock with an audible "pop", and gave me another cherubic smile. The morning light made her baby blue eyes twinkle like two perfect sapphires and her red hair glistening in the sunlight reminded me of spun copper. God, I was so much in love with this girl, I couldn't believe it! "Do you like that, Daddy," my Babydoll asked, sweetly smiling again. "Yes I do, Babydoll," I struggled to get out the words as my mind was becoming numbed. "Daddy loves it and Daddy loves you!" "Then you're gonna really love this, Daddy!" Without any further ado, Red completely engulfed my turgid member in one fell stroke, and began rapidly pumping her head up and down as she began rapidly bouncing my balls in her tiny little hand. She reached up with her other hand to pinch and pull on my nipples alternately. Jesus, I was in Heaven as this was causing my excitement to rapidly ramp-up to pure bliss. I couldn't tell what was turning on the most: seeing Red's crimson pigtails flailing madly in the air; her amazing deep throat technique; the bouncing of my balls in her hand; or the sensations of her pulling on my nipples, but it didn't matter. It all felt incredible! God, this little Lolita surely knew how to suck a dick! I could feel my come churning within my swollen nuts, as I struggled to hold back my release. I wanted to savor this exquisite throat job for as long as possible. I realized that my hips were involuntarily thrusting my cock deeper into Red's gurgling throat...fucking it as if it were a hot, dripping cunt. My moans and groans were ever increasing in volume, indicating my pent up desire to blast my seed down Red's throat. I guess Red sensed this, because she stiffened two of her fingers and rapidly began jabbing at the area between my bouncing scrotum and my asshole while moaning loudly. The vibrations and sensations were maddening. That was all it took. There was no more holding back. With a guttural grunt that could have come only from a large primate, my cock erupted sending spurt after spurt of hot come down Red's gullet straight into her belly. Red kept my cock completely buried in her throat and I could feel her throat muscles moving along my ultra sensitive cockhead as she greedily swallowed my load of pleasure pudding. It felt as though I had shot a gallon of sperm into her (even though I knew that was impossible) as I continued to come and come. Red gave a cough and gagged a little as I could see a small amount of my jizz actually come out from both of her nostrils, but she continued to swallow. My body was still trembling with the aftershocks of my climax when Red slowly withdrew from my cock, with hollowed cheeks she sucked on my pole, as one would a straw to retrieve as much of my jism as possible. As Red finally extracted my cock from her talented mouth with an audible "pop", she gave me that angelic smile that simply melts my heart every time. Sperm was trickling from both her nostrils and streaking across her lips. She licked all around her mouth with her tongue in an effort to clean away the remnants of my spunk. "How was that, Daddy," Red inquired in the little girl voice that she did so well. "I tried to do the bestest job I could for my Daddy." "Babydoll that was absolutely the best blowjob Daddy has ever gotten. Daddy's very proud of his little girl," I praised my little Lolita. "I want to make you the happiest Daddy in the whole wide world, because I love you so much." "I'm glad, Babydoll, and I love you more than you'll ever know, but you really should go wash your face." "Okay, Daddy," Red said in the singsong voice of a little girl as she bounded off to the bathroom, her red pigtails bouncing with every step. I must admit that I found this whole Daddy/Babydoll role-playing game highly exciting, but also rather disturbing. Here was a girl who was actually young enough to have been my daughter, and yet I found myself extremely turned on by this little game. I was beginning to have doubts about my psyche and my normalcy. I was still wrestling with my thoughts as Red came bounding back into the bedroom. * * * * * "All cleaned-up, Daddy," Red proclaimed with a lilt that was consistent with the role she was playing. "Red, we need to have a talk." She could detect the serious tone in my voice and immediately her face was awash with shock and bewilderment. "What's the matter? Didn't you enjoy what I did for you?" . "No...No, it's nothing like that. It...It's that I was wondering if you were comfortable with this whole role-playing thing," I explained. "I mean, what possessed you to start up with the whole 'Daddy/Little Girl' game last night? Was it just because you thought I would get into it, or was it because you were thinking about that kind of fantasy?" "Well, actually, I have had that fantasy about Daddy and his little girl every since my Dad was involved in an auto accident and became crippled and slightly mentally impaired. I can't really explain why, because my Dad never did anything sexually with me or to me. Maybe it's because I rather have to look after him now after the accident. My two aunts, Mandy and Randi, and I all take turns taking care of him," Red explained. As we continued talking about things, I lighted the last remaining joint that I had rolled the day before. We shared the joint between us as our conversation continued. (Boy, I sure do love that early morning "weed buzz"!) Through the conversation we were having, I had learned that Red's father, Bob, was an old acquaintance and "party buddy" of mine from my high school days. God, this is a small world! * * * * * Feeling better about things now, both through our having talked through things and the euphoria created by that "first joint of the morning", I began to feel horny again. Seeing Red with her flaming hair done-up like a young schoolgirl and that ultra-fine nude body of hers had my cock stirring again. I took Red into my arms, we began kissing one another, our tongues lashing, and dancing against each other as two snakes engaged in a mating ritual. With my right hand, I began stroking and caressing her pert, young breasts and could feel her nipples immediately harden under my gentle touch. As we broke away from our passionate kiss, I trailed my tongue down Red's slender neck until I reached her creamy breasts. I took her hardened nipple into my mouth and gently nibbled on it as I started to rub on her bald little pussy with two fingers of my right hand. Red began to moan in obvious bliss and approval with regards to my ministrations. I could feel her little twat beginning to get extremely wet as I slid two of my fingers into her incredibly tight canal. Red's moans were getting louder as I was rubbing my fingertips against her g-spot. "Daddy, please fuck me now! Pleeeeease, your Baby wants your cock! Baby needs it now!" Apparently, Red really loved to play this little game, as did I. "Anything for my Babydoll, but Daddy wants you to fuck him. Please ride me, Baby." "Okay, Daddy," Red answered in her singsong voice of a little girl she could imitate so well. Red grabbed my rock-hard prick as she straddled me with her lithe, young body. She ran my purple head longitudinally along her dripping slit as she guided me into her tunnel of love. My God, I could feel Red's tight, gripping canal as she struggled to fully impale herself on my rod. With further wriggling of her hips, Red was finally successful and my length was fully buried within her hot, wet confines. I was still feeling a little wicked, but thanking God for my such good fortune as Red began riding my turgid cock. I could feel her tight pussy gripping my shaft like a hot, slippery fist as she worked her body up and down my pulsating length. Red's breathing was becoming rather labored as her excitement was rapidly building. I reached up to her bouncing breasts and gave each nipple a firm pinch. This caused Red to go into overdrive. She was now madly slamming herself onto my cock and her gentle moans gave way to screams of pleasure. I ceased pinching her hard, bullet-like nipples, and placed both hands on her little ass...each cheek just filling my palms nicely. My hips rose up to meet each of Red's downward thrusts, and I could feel my cock head actually penetrate her tight little cervix. It was almost as if I were getting fucked and sucked at the same time. "Oh God, Daddy, fuck me! Let your little Baby fuck you! I need your big, hard dick!" "That's it! Fuck your Daddy, Babydoll! Fuck your Daddy! Daddy wants his Babydoll to come!" We were both fucking each other relentlessly. Red's alabaster complexion had now become extremely flushed. Her flaming pigtails were flailing wildly with her thrusts. Red's breathing had now become extremely sharp and erratic. I could feel my load rapidly building in my laden balls as I struggled to hold back its release. I gently inserted a finger into her tight little anus and slowly slid it inward until it was fully buried in her hot, clutching rectum. I began wiggling the invading digit inside her ass, and could feel the movement of my finger against my cock through the thin, dividing membrane. "Oh my fucking God, Daddy! That feels so good! I think I...I think...OH MY FUCKING GOD! DADDYYYYYYYYYYY, I'M COMMMIIINNNGGG!!! EEEEEIIIIIEEEEE!!!" Red's eyes opened wider than any human being should have been able to as she literally slammed her tiny body onto my cock and just held it there. I could feel the head of my cock firmly lodged into her cervix as her pussy walls rapidly clenched and unclenched my throbbing length. Red's body began convulsing as if she were in direct contact with a live electrical circuit. I felt my cock explode, sending a huge torrent of my semen directly into her tiny womb. Fearing that she may fall, I quickly withdrew my finger from her anus and grabbed her quivering body, pulling her to me. I felt my hips and thighs becoming completely soaked as Red's damn had burst, drenching me in her womanly juices and thoroughly soaking the bed sheets in the process. Red was blathering like an idiot, unable to form any intelligible words, as I held her tightly against me. I could feel her petite little body still shaking with the aftermath of her tumultuous orgasm. I could still feel her tight little canal still spasming as if it were trying to milk my prick of every last bit of semen that it possibly could. I had attempted to withdraw my still hard cock, but found that I couldn't. Red's cervix had a death grip around my still turgid glans and it felt as though she were going to pinch it completely off. I now knew how mating dogs felt when they had become locked together in a carnal coupling! I thought the best thing to do was to just let my cock become flaccid before again attempting withdrawal. "Are you all right, Babydoll? Are you in any kind of pain," I inquired because I was concerned that I may have been causing her great discomfort. Red either would not or could not answer me verbally. She just shook her head "no", grabbed me from behind my neck with both of her petite hands and pulled her mouth to mine. Our tongues swirled together like two dancing serpents as we deeply and passionately kissed one another. I could feel Red's lithe body still trembling and her heart pounding as I held her tightly against me. Her body felt damp and sticky from the fine layer of perspiration, which covered it. As my erection finally began to subside, I could feel myself dislodging from the tight grip of Red's throbbing cervix, but yet my semi-erect member remained inside her steamy tunnel. I could feel that both her heart rate and breathing was now fast returning to normal, as we broke our kiss. "God, Jon, that was fucking fantastic! I thought last night was great, but I think that beat everything." "Are you okay, Babydoll? I mean, did you get hurt 'down there'?" "I'm a little sore, but I think I will be okay. I want to do that again, but not for quite awhile. I think I will need to recuperate a little, but I definitely want to do that again!" "Not a problem, Babydoll. Wanna get cleaned up and go out and have some breakfast somewhere?" "Gee, I don't think that would be a very good idea. I mean, what if we run into my husband, Jerry...or his brothers. They sometimes like to run around North Grayford. Can't we just fix something here? I'll cook it." "Well, I suppose we can, but I really want to take you out somewhere. Don't get me wrong, sex with you is fantastic, but I want something more than that from you, Babydoll. I want to take you out and show you a good time. We could go down to Maddington. You don't think they would be running around down along the river, do you?" "Oh, Jon, you already have shown me more of a good time than I have ever had. You wouldn't even begin to know just how much I mean that, but if your heart is set on it, I suppose we could go down to Maddington." "That's my Babydoll," I responded just before giving her a gentle kiss. We got out of bed, and I gathered up the soaked bed linens and placed them into the washing machine. I could always put fresh linens on the bed when we returned. Red was walking ahead of me as we made our way to the bathroom. I couldn't help but admire her beautifully petite body with absolutely the most exquisitely shaped ass I had ever seen in my life. Another thing I couldn't help but notice was the way she was walking...as if she may have been a little more sore than she had let on. After we had showered together, I had left Red to her own devices in the bathroom...allowing her to get herself ready without our bumping into one another. I immediately started up the load of linens in the washing machine so that they may wash while we were out. Once that was initiated, I finished getting myself ready in the bedroom. I elected to wear a pair of olive drab green cargo shorts, with a simple white cotton tank top, and a pair of white tennis shoes. After all, it was late spring and we were just going out for breakfast. * * * * * I was in the living room hurriedly rolling up three joints from my stash of "Purple Kush" indica bud I had grown last year, when Red walked in. My God, she looked even more beautiful than she had last night when I had picked her up at her Aunt Mandy's house. Her flaming red hair hung down loosely and cascaded over her shoulders. She was wearing another pair of short faded denim shorts (although not as obscenely short and threadbare as the pair she had on last night), a peach-colored camisole top with spaghetti straps, and her white sandals. Boy, this girl sure knew how to dress to get a man's attention. She definitely had mine! "Whatcha doin'," Red inquired as though it was not painfully obvious. "Herding wild elephants," I responded sarcastically. "No, I thought we could bring a few of these along to smoke during our journey to and from Maddington. Besides, it will help to stimulate our appetites for breakfast." "Well, I certainly don't need any help in that department. I think I already worked up quite an appetite this morning." We both piled into my Blazer and made our way down to Maddington, which is about twenty miles from where I live in North Grayford. Maddington is a very picturesque town situated on the Ohio River. Before we even got out of my driveway, I lit one of the three joints I had rolled and began to smoke it with Red. It was a very beautiful spring morning...not just, because I was with them most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes upon, but the sun was out, the skies were clear with just a few billowing clouds floating lazily above the rural scenery, and everything growing had the most wonderful shade of green. Red and I had finally finished the joint, and I was feeling very relaxed and fairly stoned. I could only imagine how Red was feeling. God, it was a wonderful day! "Jon, do you think it will always be this way?" "What do you mean, Babydoll?" "Us...do you think it will always be like this between us?" "Well, once you get divorced from your husband and move in with me, it can only get better." Little Red Ch. 02 Autumn didn't respond, instead averting her eyes and burying her head in her arms, shaking softly. When Tabor took her by the hand he saw that her eyes were wet. He resisted the urge to roll his, pulling her onto himself, then rolling over onto her, pinning her arms. He watched the fear come and go from her eyes, once she realized he wasn't going to continue. It took her a while to work up the courage to murmur, "So... is... is this it? You're going to take me to wherever you live and keep me there? Or are you just going to take the easy way out and...and... and kill me...?" "Oh no, no," he chuckled, "I wouldn't kill youu. Friends don't kill friends, right?" he smiles jokingly before continuing, "Wouldn't you like to live with me, though? We would have a grand old time." "I have a family." She said. "You can't just pick me off the path like some stray. I have a home, a life of my own! I love them... And they would comb this forest for me." "Well I can't just let you go, can I? And even if I did, how could you be sure you'd come back to visit me?" Autumn shut her eyes in disappointment, flinching a bit as he kissed her. She cursed herself for thinking he may have given her a choice. "I... I guess that makes sense." Autumn was surprised when he rose off of her, taking the time to put his clothes on while absentmindedly gazing into the distance. She looked inquiringly to where he was looking before he motioned, "Get up now. We're going." She attempted to stand, but it felt as though her pelvis had recently been introduced to a battering ram -- which wasn't entirely untrue in the slightest -- and found herself unable to walk. "Well. Damn." Tabor said, surveying what he'd done to his catch. "I guess the only thing I can do is carry you home." He leaned down to pick her up, noting her melancholy expression. "Don't forget my clothes! Ohh gog... What am I to do about clothes?" Tabor picked them up, tossing them over her. "What do you mean? You will do what I do. You'll live off the land. If you really need new clothes, you'll make them." But Autumn was already a thousand miles away, thinking about all the things she'd miss -- showers, soft beds, soap... Before she realized it she found herself crying softly, trying not to alert him. But eventually he noticed her quiet sobs, "Are you still feeling sorry for yourself? Because that's not going to help anything." He snapped. "Really now! Be-because you're not the one d-doing this to me? I was fine until y-you came along." She cried brokenly. "I don't know how that matters. This is still happening, whether or not you like it. You're only making it harder on yourself." "Oh yes, kidnap and rape isn't traumatizing or anything..." she said, trailing off. "Well if you're going to be like that about it," he growled, placing her down, "then I'll just leave you here and you can walk home." Realizing that this was her first and likely few chances at escape, she shakily and painfully rose to her feet and ran brokenly into the trees. As expected, he followed her easily, catching her possessively by the arm. He pulled her close, "Woah, wrong way. I meant my home. You aren't going anywhere, love. But now that I know you can walk, I don't need to carry you any longer." Her gaze dropped to the ground as she followed slowly and uncomfortably. "Why are you so mean to your new friend? I'm trying to give you a wonderful new home, and you just run away from me!" she glared at him, unfathomable hatred seething through her. He ignored it, instead grabbing her by the arm and pulling her along side him. Autumn winced as she was forced to walk at a faster, more painful pace, but otherwise didn't complain. They eventually approached an inconspicuous house among a large camphor -- a treehouse, really. Autumn surveyed the quaint home, wondering what sorts of things her captor would do to her there. "What do you think? Kinda nice, isn't it?" Autumn made a noncommittal noise, and he took her inside. She observed the small interior, opened only by a door in the floor that a ladder hammered into the great tree led up to. There were only bare necessities here. A large glass jug of water in one corner, a stovetop, a chest, two chairs, a quaint bed in another -- a couple cabinets and drawers with thick glass windows fitted on three of the four walls. Worn, but comfortable looking rugs were along the floor, and curtains on the window. "You will of course, sleep with me," he said, for it was nearly nighttime by this time. "and if you don't cooperate, there are places on the bed and walls you can be tied to." He says, pointing them out. Autumn realized with much disturbance that he must have prepared this place for her. The hooks in the walls, the lack of sharp corners or useful tools... She was a prisoner here, even if it was cozy. Tabor continued, noting her stricken silence, "I have to go get food now, but you'll just be a hindrance." He walked over to one of the drawers, producing a length of handling rope. "Do you have a preference for where you'd like to be tied to?" Autumn shook her head, backing away, "You don't have to do that! I -- I don't even know where we are right now - I won't run, I promise." Tabor laughed, "Uh, no. Not gonna happen." He tied her wrists together with a complicated looking knot, and fastened her to the far wall. As he went for her legs, she quickly folded them underneath her, "What if I have to pee???" she blurted out, before he could punish her. "Then you will wait until I get back." He growled, seizing her legs and binding them as well. Autumn sighed hopelessly, wishing she had her clothes, at least, as the tears streamed down her face. Tabor left wordlessly. She was found shivering and broken-looking, hanging from the wall, her eyes red and her cheeks wet from the tears, not to mention her wrists and ankles pink and raw from the friction of trying to escape. Tabor approached her expressionlessly, untying her arms and placing fruit into them. He sat in a chair on the opposite side of the room, staring at her quietly. Autumn tried to ignore his gaze as she bit into an apple, absentmindedly rubbing her wrists. When Tabor finished eating, he stood and approached her. He took her wrist, turning it, "Your wrists are red. Trying to escape, were you?" he growled. He moved closer to her, "That won't do. I think I'll have to punish you!" he exclaimed with a gleam in his eye. Autumn burst into tears, sobbing, begging, "N-no! Please no! You - you just tied the ropes too tight! I promise! Please don't, oh gog-" He pushed aside her resisting limbs and untied her, picking her up and tossing her not-so-gently on the bed. "What? What was that? You're not disagreeing with me, are you?" "Pleaase, Tabor! What- what did you expect me to do? You have m-me tied up like I'm some sort of pet!" She tensed, backing away as he moved closer, his eyes drinking in her pleading form as he tied her limbs away from her, spread eagle. Her struggles were shrugged off and pushed away as if they were nothing, "Nooo, please... please don't... not again..." He stood above her, his cock already engorged. Autumn squirmed, attempting to protect herself, but her limbs were held steadfast. Shaking with terror, she closed her eyes and simply waited. She felt his weight upon her, his heat, his pleasantly earthy, boyish scent, and drove into her. Autumn let out a half-strangled cry, and Tabor a pleased growl as he penetrated her much more easily than before. Autumn gasped at the cacophonous combination - the aching pain and the sharp agony of reopening a wound in a place so intricately nerve-filled - or wounds in her case - but noted that this wasn't nearly as bad as the first time. Tabor came at her with horny vigor, holding her by her forearms as he fucked her, digging into her skin with his nails. "O-oh! Easy, easy! Pleaase!" she cried, inadvertently bucking back with her struggles. Tabor regarded her amusedly, "Oh? And who gave you the power to order me around?" He did, however enjoy her bucking, and it only caused him to thrust harder. Autumn was feeling rather daring as she snapped, "Who gave you the power to order me around???" Her angry burst dwindled to a whimper, fists clenching, trying to ignore his bruising humping. "I did, and I'd like to see you try to stop me." He replied coolly. Autumn stared at him deadpan, ceasing her squirming and lay still, but it didn't seem to phase her ravisher as he thrusted powerfully - enough to cause strain in the ropes around her legs, giving her the impression that she was being stretched apart in a medieval rack. "Gahh! You- Bas-tard! Ngh!" Tabor suddenly ceased all movement, causing Autumn's stomach to drop. "Excuse me? What did you just say?" It was interesting -- she felt, not consciously thought -- how much of an effect his threatening body language had on her, which were nearly as terrifying as the raping. He withdrew from her, eliciting a sigh of pained relief from Autumn as he got off the bed. "You seem to have an attitude problem." He walked over to a chest near the bed, rummaging for something. "But I think I know how to fix that..." He turned around, producing a leather whip with sadistic glee. "Ohh no oh no! Fuck you!" Autumn cried, beginning to squirm again, knowing full-well that it was useless. She begged as he untied her carefully and turned her over. Without any warning, he whipped her firmly across the ass cheeks, the sound resounding along the walls of the little house. Autumn yelped, jerking upward as the searing, smarting pain was vividly felt. Autumn fumbled around until she found the rope he had used to tie her with, striking him with it as hard as she could. She wasn't surprised at all when it didn't effect him nearly as much as it had her, for it was a rope and not a whip, and she dropped it out of fear when he began to approach her quickly, looking pissed. He shoved her into the bed hard, "What are you doing? Did you really believe that you could get away with that?" he snapped - nearly yelled. Autumn tried to maintain her composure as she responded, "W-what more could you do to me?" she asked, eyes tearing, fearful but mostly indignant in her response, gesturing at her still-bloodied vagina. Tabor's expression softened and turned into a wolfish grin, "Would you really like to find out?" "N-no!" she sobbed, "Even if I dooo cooperate... You -You make it hurt just as baad!" "Heh, maybe so... But at least when you cooperate most of the time, it feels good for you, too. But whatever - I still get enjoyment out of this either way!" Autumn hiccupped through her tears as she gazed up at him; terrified and humiliated, feeling that it was all so pointless to run... there was no use. Tabor pulled her over to the wall, tying her arms to it. He stretched another rope across the small room and tied her legs to it, suspending her in the air at his waist's height. She tested her binds by wriggling a bit, seeing that they gave her little elbow room. Suppressing more tears, she looked up, "Tabor... Pleaaase be gentle..." she whispered. He leaned in close, whispering back, "Not a chance," and began to violently pound her. She screamed unappreciatively as he ravished her painfully with quick yet deep thrusts. Autumn pulled at each of her legs' bonds desperately until the rope was more than taut, feeling as though her joints were going to give way before she gave up. The restraints were too strong. The swaying motions caused by the little stretch her bonds gave and his bruising pelvic pounding began to make her feel ill. She shut her eyes and just took it. "You seem to be enjoying yourself," Tabor purred breathily, clearly enjoying himself. Autumn said nothing in reply, not even opening her eyes, but wincing at a particularly sharp thrust. "Why do you still fight it? You enjoyed it last time." She still remained silent. "...Maaaybee you only like it when I really get into it..." He then gave her another particularly painful thrust, causing her to wince tearfully. He grinned, gazing at her expression. "Yesss, I think that's it..." He continued for some time, and Autumn ran out of breath to scream her pain any longer. He held her close, thrusting deeply and roughly. She felt another tear deep within, and broke down into a fit of half-conscious begging. "Y-you're not doing it riiight... You're just shreddddiing me....Ohh no... no mooore... please, gog..." she moaned when she was finally coherent. Showing little mercy, Tabor continued plowing into her, not caring how incorrectly he was doing it. Autumn was rocked back with every violent thrust, and she realized by his heavy panting and regular moans that he was far too into it to care about the state of her reproductive system. He seized her hips and pulled them toward himself with each plunge, every thrust ramming deep into her abused sex. Autumn let her head fall back, attempting to not pass out again, even squeezing him a bit in hopes that he was close... Just as his tempo rose even more vigorously hinting at climax, he stopped, and then just as quickly started again, much of his stamina restored. Autumn could feel the hot blood dripping from her slit. Autumn bit her tongue, contemplating how long it would take for her to choke and drown on her own blood. She could tell that he was dragging it out as long as possible. "What did I say? I knew you'd have fun!" Tabor crooned. Autumn only mewled pitifully in response. He didn't say anything more after that, but used her body to bring himself close to orgasm. Her breath was being forced colour out of her with each thrust, and she strained against him. He only penetrated her all the harder for her struggles, but she couldn't help the pained cries that left her, nor her instinctual squirming. He again approached orgasm, but this time rather than stopping, he kept plowing and tearing. She took the brunt of the pain, knowing that he was nearing climax, her cries getting louder and louder as the discomfort plateaued. He suddenly flooded her ravaged reproductive system with more of his warm semen, jerking, powerful thrusts slowly dwindling to soft twitches of pleasure. Autumn panted as he released into her, thankful that it was finally over... When he stayed buried in her without movement, she looked up apprehensively to gauge his facial expression. To her relief, his face - as always focused on hers - showed only satisfaction and no anger. She fell limp again, thankful that his expression was - for the time being - no longer one of inconceivable, violent lust. He suddenly withdrew, squeezing his softening, blood coated cock as if assuring a friend of a job well done. He walked to the bed, leaving Autumn hanging from the wall as he stretched out, looking comfortable while she hung, limbs and joints pulling sorely. She hated the look of proud, utter satisfaction upon his face, "Well...!" She didn't respond, continuing to hang where he had tied her. "Hey..." She heard him approach, but didn't look up. "Didn't that feel good? Didn't you like that?" he asked cruelly, stroking her hair. Autumn glanced at him, then to his bloodied crotch before quickly looking away again, shaking, terrified and hopeless tears falling. "I... I get it..." she murmured brokenly after some time, eyes still closed. She felt his breath on her face, indicating that he had leaned in. "Oh? And what's that?" "I'm sorry," she sobbed. "I'll -- I'll never disobey you again... just please... please... I can't do this again..." "Ohh, love... it's okay, it's okay..." he said, and Autumn couldn't help but feel soothed by his - for once -- gentle, bass voice and soft caresses. She opened her eyes as he tenderly untied her, her wrists and ankles raw and in some parts bleeding as he picked her up, cradling her like a child and carried her to the bed. He kissed her wounds, hushing her quiet sobbing. She eventually settled down, only hiccupping a bit as she wiped at her tears. She was confused, but also unimaginably exhausted, so she didn't question his uncharacteristically kind treatments nor did she have the energy to suspect and be fearful of retribution. So Tabor cuddled her from behind, spooning her softly and stroking her hair, almost as if he were trying to make up for the prior ultraviolence. As Autumn drifted off into a painless slumber, the last thought that she could remember was the realization that she was going to be with this boy wasn't going to let her go. That she was going to be with him for a long, long time. Little Red Ch. 02 "Oh? So you were workin' late last night huh? Then if you were in the office the whole time how in the hell did this lipstick stain get on your collar? And that hickey on your neck!" I yelled, tugging back the brim of Drew's shirt. He cut his eyes at me, "Don't worry about whose it is, and worry about what you're not doing right, because obviously some other woman knows how to do it for you otherwise that wouldn't be there, smart ass. I didn't plan on coming home to all this yelling, shut up." Tears swallowed my eye's whole, "So you seein' someone else?" I whispered gently. He sat on the bed losing his tie stretching it over his head and tossing it on the floor. I exploded, "No wonder this house is always a mess you paradin' around it like a damn animal!" I paused for breath before continuing, "Then you wanna complain 'bout how it's me and go solve it by cheatin' on me with some other bitch who has lord know what!" He looked at me his face stern. "You a selfish son-of-a-bitch Drew!" I threw his balled up shirt at his face. He stood up slowly folding the shirt, as he did so my hand shot up clamping over my mouth realizing to late that I couldn't catch the words I had already hauled out at him. "Excuse me?" His voice confused and upset at what he had just heard. Tears streamed down my face as I shook my head while backing away from Drew as he walked towards me. "Baby, I didn't mean it" I cried out, "I was just mad, I promise I wont ever talk to you like that again. Ill be good, I promise you wont have to go to other women to be happy, just please..." My tone of voice was begging him for mercy and forgiveness as if he were God himself. My back steps quickened as his forward ones became faster. My heart raced with fear and agony, the only thing I could think of to do next was to shoved passed his 6 foot frame and run for the door. So I did, my loose curls bouncing rapidly back up into the air like rain pellets on a puddles surface. Before I knew it I felt Drew's hand grasp at my hair, he spun me around harshly into his chest. "Watch the way you talk to me, girl," and with that he push at me, I hadn't even noticed how close I was to the staircase, I tumbled head first falling and flipping every which a way; flopping like a rag doll, my damaged body landing at the foot of the steps. Drew waited at the top and studied me to see my condition, his eye's scanning me. I must have been bumped and bruised up because he walked back into the room as if nothing had happened, to him that meant good enough. I cried out in anguish as if I had been tortured to the edges of the earth, my screams cut short as a sharp pain rang out through my left rib. He broke it, I said in my head. I moaned out as I lay there in my white sleeping gown, rose colored liquid stained my right sleeve from my dripping mouth I had bit the inside of my cheek on my way down. Get up Patricia. Now. My body was pleading with me to go for help, don't you dare just lay here, get up and get to help and safety your mother taught you better than that. And your mew-maw would do acrobats in her grave if she knew what was going on, Get up! I managed to pull my dilapidated body up with the help of the hand railing. But my coat was up stairs, I couldn't got back up there, he'd get made all over again, id have to resort to something down here. The only thing I saw was the long silk cloak hanging from the coat rack thinking about how I had went out with my friends as little red riding hood for Halloween. The red fabric gracefully shining in the side table's lamp light. Drew was already asleep, snoring, I could go and he wouldn't hear me. The rain crashed down onto the earth outside, so I didn't have to worry about the sound of the car engine waking up Drew. I slowly walked for the large cloak putting on the hood as I slowly tied the soft ribbons together with my hands being careful not to move to fast, breathing quick and sharply. My eye's became worn slits in my head I scrambled for the keys and dragged my feet with me as quickly as I could . I didn't know exactly where I was going to go for help I knew my friends would panic and if I turned myself into the hospital again the police would get involved, due to my history there before. A hour or so later I then found myself going down his drive way, out of all the places my instincts could have led me they said here? What was Markus to do, he's no doctor. Not that I know of anyhow, remembering all those books I second guessed myself and wanted to laugh at my actions. My shaking hand clutching at my rib cage, my body anxious as I pulled to a stop in front of his door steps. I got out and slowly lagged myself up the steps putting my hand to the door to tired yet to knock. The door beside me creaked open Markus poking his golden radiant eyes out to see who was there, once spotting my limp body he let out a gasp and rushed out in a moving blur, wrapping his arm at my waste, I collapsed weakly thankful for his strength. Picking me up threshold style he carried me in and gently placed me on the soft broken in leather couch in the living room grazing me with those eyes trying to take in all of what might have happened. His left hand clutching my cheek softly, almost enveloping the left side of my face. "My rib cage, its broken" I winded out my voice a light whisper. "How did you know I was..." "Shhhh" he let out soothingly, stroking my cheek. "I heard the car" he stumbled out, "I was in here going over my studies" I looked around the place was clean like I had left it a couple hours ago, He's lying? Why? "Rest, I promise to have you better in the morning" His soft voice seemed to sing out. His hands were blazing hot. Like he had a organ melting fever, my cold wet face drawn to its warmth I nudged my face into his comforting hand, his slow thumb strokes continuing in response, finally taking in what he had told me. "promise?" I questioned him, my entire focus going black as I drifted away into sleep and away from the worry. "Promise" He whispered back. Little Red Ch. 02 "God, Jon, I love you so damn much." "I love you, too, Babydoll...more than you will ever know." * * * * * (Provided this chapter of the story of the relationship of Red and I gets the same positive reception and feedback as the first, I will continue this documentary. Again, I wish to thank all the readers at the Literotica website for all their kind comments and for the high ranking you folks gave to my very first attempt at writing erotica. Please remember to vote. It only takes a second.) Little Red Ch. 03 While I was unconscious Manny and Markus watched over me on the couch as they had a conversation. I lay there Markus looking over my still body, "How could he do such a thing to a lovely creature?" Manny came in from the kitchen about to ask Markus a question when he saw my limp body stretched out. "Lord Markus what you don' done now?" He ran over and hovered over me looking urgently back and forth. Markus then sadly looked down at me, then looked up at him, then back down at me and shook his head, "This isn't my doing Manny," He said softly, "I've done plenty of horrid things in my millennium of living but none of which contained the innocent." He pushed back my frizzled hair and sighed, observing my bruised skin. "Who has such a heart capable?" Manny patted his shoulder, "Someone without one," Pausing, searching for his words carefully, " You give her your blood and took some of hers I see?" Noticing the indentions in the bend of my arm, Markus shook his head yes, "Only to keep her safe, we are connected now so I will always know when she is in threats path... Plus I couldn't stand to see her lying in pain." Manny continued after, "Now... I see you like her, and I know that since this has happened you want to keep her safe, just be careful how you do it. You know what you're capable of and you don't need anyone or thing finding out what you are, your hybrid breed of werewolf is rare, and powerful we don't need anything trying to destroy that." Markus shook his head in agreement his flame like hand cupping my face again, "Her heart belonged to me the day I turned in that chair and saw her, the way her tresses feel around her face in a motion of elegance, wishing to blow free. I seen the bruises and how she was trying to hide them... just didn't make much of it. I figured it was your regular falls, and she just didn't want to show that in her first impression" He paused a long while, "Then tonight I hear her pulling up as I lay in my bed and she'd stumble upon my door step with one of her ribs cracked in hand, and all I can smell on her flesh when I hold her is the scent of an angry man with no reasoning. This won't be aloud any longer, I won't stand for it." Manny didn't know how to respond, knowing that once Markus's mind was set there was never any changing it, so he gave him a re-assuring smirk and patted him once again before heading back out and up the steps. The flames from the fire danced off the walls creating a playful sight. I was breathing steadily and I could feel that Markus had kept his promise, I don't know how so, but im glad he did. Markus then lifted me up and carried me up the steps. His toned arms cradling me firmly through my cloak his steps soft and careful. "I have to go home," I said before letting out a yawn, "He'll be worried if he wakes up and im not there" I could feel Markus hold tighter at me, "Hush love" he cooed as he gently put me on the bed, "No talk of such people in my house, rest and I will let you leave in the early morning. I wont have you driving home half asleep and freshly held." "Name?" I asked, I didn't remember telling him about Drew or as a matter of fact I never said a name at all. "Shhhhh," He hushed me again planting a kiss on my forehead, the sleep now to heavy to fight. My eye's blinked furiously as my body settled into the pliable bed the smooth covers and pillows gently devouring my skin and winning me over, I then feel into a dreamless sleep. "Goodnight, little red" Markus said, smiling at the irony of the red cape as he pulled lose its ties while gently pulling at a separate curl in my hair and watching the loose ribbon like twirl fall back with the others. "You'll be liberated from the cold ones hold soon enough" Now, getting up from the bed and looking back over his shoulder once more before pulling the door closed tightly behind him. Little Red Ch. 04 Whistling filled my ear, I popped up in awe noticing that I was back home, I sat alert on my couch looking around for sighs of how I had gotten back, my car outside the cloak back on its hanger, Did I ever even leave? Maybe it was just a dream? Drews humming and whistling stealing my attention I looked at the clock, "Your gunna be late for work... sweetie," I threw in. His head shot at his watch and then he cursed realizing how time must have flew, grabbing his coffee he fled for the door, giving me a nod and "Later," but nothing more. "I love you too," I whispered. Looking down at my shoulder for were the blood had stained my gown, I let out a sob realizing that he had nearly killed me last night and that none of it was a dream. How could he just act as if nothing happens whenever he does this to me? He was always so angry with me, I can never do anything right. I slipped of my night wear and got into the shower. Standing with my hands against the wall and my head bowed letting the water straighten my curls and discover its way out of my ends and slitter down my back. Id ask Markus how he had managed to get me back home and healed up so fast then maybe my mind would be at ease. The towel enveloped my dark skin in a welcoming embrace relaxing my tense muscles. I sighed as I slipped on the lightly yellow stained dress and my flats and headed for the door. "Hi Manny!" I said happy to see my new found friend. He leaned back and smile from the kitchen twinkling his free hand, "And how you doing?" "Great" I answered back quickly, finding it weird that my body and mind was in tune with what I had just said. I walked into the living room and that's when I had noticed how much more vivid everything was the color stained glass catching my eye's first they seemed to shimmer and dance under the suns gaze, the polished wood floors glowing in a glazed manner. The fire caught and held my attention last, my senses tingling as I felt the side of my face get hot, a light graze on my cheek as if it was being stroked gently, my fingertips sizzled and my toes wiggled as I felt strong grips in my back and thighs as if I were recalling a memory of being carried. I watched the flames dance individually noticing how each had its own routine, curling and bending with its dance partners. I felt my knee's weaken as I closed my eye's and let the fire seer my skin with its heat, like Makus's lips did last night when they kissed my forehead. My eye's shot open remembering. Kissed my forehead, the way his finger tips dragged regretfully down my side and across my stomach as he got up to leave. The thought creating pools between my thighs, my head continuing to wander, creating scenes that didn't happen, the way his tongue melted my inner legs as he dragged it lazily up my inner thigh, how my finger nails broke off when I gripped the sheets in pleasure as his wet pallet swam around my ready walls. "Patricia?" His voice rang out behind me in the door way, my arm shooting back up not having realized itd fell downward. "Yes?" I stumbled out. "Are you going to just stand there or will you help me clean my study?" I spun around noticing how much more rugged he was, his 6'6" frame daring to get him stuck in any doorway that wasn't made for his wide filling. I bit my lip as my mind slipped back into my fantasizing thoughts at the comparison I had made, "Of course," I smiled and pushed it back out of my head following behind him. Once in the room I immediately became nervous, my fingers dying to grasp the hot tanned flesh he called skin. My eye's wondering. "Patricia?" I jerked my head up, "Oh yes?" "Start with the book self's? I figured we could get the hardest out of the way." I shook my head in agreement. Slowly pulling the books out of there sections clapping the dust off of them and whipping off the place were they once sat. I turned to see what progress Markus had made I saw that it was none at all, confused I looked around to see if something had happened that I hadn't yet noticed. Then I saw that he was observing me, closely, steadily, almost like a foreign subject. "what?" I said lightly, my checks burning embers, thanking God I was dark skinned. "Why do you allow him to do such things to you?" He looked up slowly his eyes filled with hurt and confusion. "What are you talking about?" I laughed nervously, looking at the floor and crossing my hands across my waist. I knew exactly what he was talking about, I was just scared at the fact that I hadn't told him a thing about what was going on between me and Drew. Then I felt his hand cradle my face, I stumbled back a little shocked from how quickly he'd gotten across the room without me noticing. "Allow him to lay his hands on you, that's what I'm talking about." I couldn't find words, My throat felt like someone had stuffed cotton balls down them and then made me wash it down with sand. "I-I just mess up to mu-" he Quickly scoffed in disgust. "Why are you doing this to yourself?" his voice frustrated his eye's light and glowing gold, "I don't know!" I yelled out, breaking down once again. His strong arms scooping me into his solid chest cooking my skin, my tears then, stopping immediately from his embrace and my head nuzzling into to nook of his shoulder. I hooked my arms around his shoulders not noticing that I had completely lost control of my body, my pelvis push hard against his while my hands feel to his belt loops pushing him back into me my lips tracing his Adams apple. "Patricia?" I quickly grasped his lips in a tongued kiss, "Don't say no to me" I let out in a heated breath. My leg flying up around his waist he firmly pushed me against the book case, "As much as I want to... we cant. You'd be stooping down to his level and that's not the right way to show him what he is doing is wrong." I scanned the room my eyes welling with tears, quickly pushing him off and storming out of the room I knew that he was right, embarrassed by what I just tried to make happen I went for the front door Im such a useless slut, what was I thinking? STUPID STUPID STUPID! Out of nowhere an arm shot into my walk way and threw the wall. I slammed my eye's shut yelping waiting for the hand to make contact with my face. He lazily but firmly pinned me to the wall with his marble body his lips on my check grazing my face in slow patterns "Look at me." His voice Husky and demanding, a growling coming from his chest, I opened my eye blinking lightly to adjust them realizing that Id thought I was getting attacked by Drew, "Yes" I choked out. He then lifted up my face by my chin with the tip of his finger I could feel ever muscle under his skin change and reform themselves into a more relaxed setting, his eyes still illuminating. "You may be with him, but you will forever belong to me" I stiffened and so did he, the pieces of walls falling from around his arm onto the floor breaking his pause of silence. "You might not be able to be with me right now but you are mines. The way you walk, its mine. Talk, its mine. The love that I warm and create between your legs is mine. And most of all your heart." I took in a sharp breath, stunned from his confession. "He hurts you again, I make his heart mine to, for dinner." And with that pulled his arm out of the wall and walked back to his study. Little Red Ch. 05 *Id Like to thank my proofreader Jennifer K. for cleaning up my spelling We both had similar thoughts on putting two chapters together so that's what I did here, it might be awhile before posting again but... Enjoy? (: ------- Markus's words rang out in my head over and over again. "He hurts you again; I make his heart mine too, for dinner." Did he mean he'd kill Drew? Or just rough him up? I sat in the store parking lot, my mind lost. My mind wandered back to the night of the car crash, when my mother was passed out against the steering wheel. The way the blood trickled down her forehead. I cringed hoping the memory wouldn't continue but my head never listened. "Mommy!" I cried out, "wake up, PLEASE!" my dainty little 8-year-old hands shaking her shoulders from the back seat. Growls and howls emerged from the rural woods outside; something had jumped in front of the car earlier. Mom had skidded out of the way trying to avoid it and hit a nearby tree head on. "Mommy!" I continued to cry out. The tears now streaming down my face, her eye's flickered. "Shhhh, it's ok baby..." Her low voice came in from up front, trying to keep her grunts of pain little enough so I couldn't hear her struggle. I continued to whimper hoping that the call I had made earlier to the police had worked and that they were on their way. All I had been able to give them was the name of the street sign I saw ahead of us, to my luck the operator that answered my call didn't live far from the street I had named and she knew exactly where I was. But the growls, were getting closer "Mommy..." She quickly hushed me and adjusted herself so she could see me one last time through the rear-view mirror. "Mommy wants you to do something for her, ok?" I shook my head quickly wiping away my tears. "I'm going to need you to curl up in a ball on the floor of the car and take the special blanket I made you for your birthday and put it over you, ok?" "But mo-" "Patricia Lee, do it now." Her voice firm and demanding, I scurried down onto the floor with my knees in my chest, I then reached out and felt for my plush blanket. I quickly tugged at it when I felt the thread of the embroidered wolf on the corner graze my fingers; I covered my whole body with it like momma had asked. The growls seemed to surround the car now, "Did you call for help like I taught you to do when mommy or yourself gets a boo boo?" "Yes ma'am" I said starting to get scared from the ongoing howls, the noise of metal being ripped filled my ears and there was something else on the roof. "You can't have her!" my mother's voice came out angry, but still I could tell she had been crying when she spoke, the way she pushed the pain out of her speech, that was the last thing I heard before the growl and her screeching out. The sounds of sirens filled my head, the police officer tugged at my leg tenderly through the blanket, "Sweetie, it's ok now you can come out" she pulled me into her arms softly holding my head into her shoulder as she backed out of the car. "Keep your eyes closed for me honey" she whispered. I did so, that was until she got involved in a conversation with another officer, "I've never seen anything like it" he said. Her hand dropped from my head, she hadn't noticed she'd let go from habit, that's when I took the opportunity to see what the male officer was talking about. The car door to my mother's side was ripped off completely, with paw prints all on the hood, trunk and roof. But the one thing that caught my eye was the blood stained driver's seat were my mother once sat, my throat tightened and my eyes over flowed with tears "Where's my mommy?" I cried out. The officer then nudged my head back into her shoulder and ran to the police car in a hurry. I should have kept them closed, I thought as I sat in my car, now 23 but yet I can always remember that night like it was yesterday. How my grandmother cried every night after taking in the constant reminder of her deceased daughter. Not living long enough to watch her grandchild fall in love with the man, who she now knew to be a monster, during her vulnerable years of high school. "I'm hungry, get home" said the text I had just received from Drew, I wiped my eyes and started the car to head home. "Sorry, the service lines there were ridiculous." He nodded and kept looking at the TV. I went into the kitchen and started things up, I didn't even notice how late I had gotten back until I looked up and saw that it was completely dark out. "Oh wow" I mumbled to myself, "Can someone say, the latest dinner ever?" Drew's voice rang out from the door way with light laugher as he pulled out his chair to the table. I smiled quickly back over my shoulder at him and continued fixing his plate, that's when I felt his fingertips slide up my shirt. No, please no. "Come here" he whispered, while gently tugging me away from the stove. What? The other bitch you're fucking said you couldn't come over tonight? You haven't touched me in over 6 months, why now? He pulled up my shirt just enough to kiss below my belly button, I tensed as he unbuttoned my jeans, "Your dinners going to get cold, I know how much you hate it when it's cold, you should start." He tugged my pants just below my butt and pulled me closer kneading my ass like it was dough while kissing me through my panties "I'm working on getting my dinner warm right now". I could feel his lips stretch into a smile as I realized that the text he'd sent me was a sexual reference, he could care less about the food I'd just prepared for him. I looked into the living room away from him trying to settle my sick stomach, that's when I saw it, small globe's glowing yellow, the light from the lamp reflecting off its savage wolf eyes, its ivory teeth glistening as it snarled at me through the floor length windows. "Oh my god" I let out, stunned by what I was seeing, "I'm getting their baby, be patient" he said pulling my panties aside; I quickly smacked his hand away and turned his head to let him see for himself. The wolf then growled at him as Drew made eye contact, the metallic silver hair rising on its back, its snarl and growl loud enough to vibrate the glass windows. I pulled my pants back up and stood back behind Drew who was just as stunned as I was, because it wasn't looking at me, but at him and he knew it just as well as I did. Then just like that it ran off into the hills, following the creature's lead I ran up the stairs shaking in my skin from what I'd just saw. A scramble of words repeating themselves through my head "You might be with him, but you belong to me"... "You can't have her"..."He hurts you again; I make his heart mine too, for dinner." "Damn girl!" Manny's voice exploded from the kitchen, I groaned and thought seriously about turning around and heading back home. "Hell happened to you last night?" his eye's big and curious with a devious grin splattered across his face. Waving the spatula in circles in front of me then resting it on his hip he laughed asking, "Pony tail, sweats, and a tank top? Hell goin' on with you?" he let his head fall to the side in questioning, I hesitated then spoke out "Last night I -" "Last night you slept well I hope" Markus's voice booming from the top of the stair case as he slowly descended his way down, his eyes piercing mine the whole time. "Right?" he asked slowly cranking his head to the side mimicking Manny. "Yes, did you?" I responded back timidly glancing over at Manny for help. Right on time, Manny poked at Markus's shoulder blade repeatedly until he broke his gaze with me and looked back. "Nu uh... this girl talk, enough... go read a book or something" Markus backed away slowly, looking towards me once more then heading back up the steps. Manny then nodded his head in the direction of the kitchen "I think it's time to sneak into his liquor, 'cause your ass is over here looking like a crack head from hell" I laughed at the friendly insult and followed behind. Once we were in the well-hidden room filled with wines and other unfamiliar looking bottles, due to the headache that was creeping its way into my head. I immediately started looking around for something strong that I had heard of, not recognizing half of the names displayed on the fronts of the bottles. Manny was already knocking something back winking at me from the side. I glanced at the shelf on the back wall, a golden flask catching my eye. Tightly tucked behind, blending in with the bigger bottles the shining exterior smiling at me, I shuffled some things around while standing on the tips of my toes and jerked it out of its hiding place. I heard Manny's voice quickly respond to my finding "Oh no girl we can't drink that one" his voice in kind of a panic. "Now it wouldn't be sneaking if we didn't go for it all" I said twisting the lid and holding it out of reach the sweet scent making my nose flare. I raised the tip to my mouth "Now girl quit playin' put that do-" but it was too late the warm liquid met with my mouth and I instantly became indulged. Markus skidded into the room and ripped the half empty flask out of my hands, "Oh hell!" Manny said, "Look what you done went and did!" Markus slipped the golden flask into his pocket and kept his eyes on me; alert, big and bright with panic. "I'm sorry..." I slowly choked out over the liquid running down my throat wiping my stained lips noticing the dark red covering the side of my thumb. "Its fine" He said blankly studying me. "It's fine?" Manny yelled from behind him, "She just threw that shit back like a nigga drinking Grape Soda at a cookout!" He paused then added "In the middle of August!" Then threw his hands in the air then placed them on his hips again. Shaking his head and pacing back and fourth. Markus turned around and took Manny by the shoulders "She'll just have to go home and sleep it off" "She can't sleep that shit off! She took half the bottle you crazy if you think you can send her home with your blo-" he stopped and looked over at me as I pulled off my thin hoddie the sweat starting to break through my skin. "Why is it so hot in here?" I asked pushing roughly past them heading for the cooled kitchen. "Look it's in her system already, you can't send her home like that, no telling what she's capable of" Manny now panicking. "We're sending her home Manny, that's final" Markus bluntly stated as he walked off. Manny stood and shook his head then looked back my way again sucking his teeth when he saw me leaning my sweaty forehead into the freezer. "You got the rest of the day off, now get your sweaty ass home" And with that I stormed out. I drove with the AC on the highest setting hoping it could do some good for my boiling skin, I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, my hearing was extraordinary, sounds and quick moving objects in traffic kept me on edge, what the hell did I drink, liquid crack? I pulled over at a corner store rushing in and headed for the water, filling my arms up with as many cool bottles as they would allow. Drinking them while picking them up and buying them at the counter, the cashier eyeing me all the while I did so, my body's heat felt like it was set on 'Burning in Hell'. Once at home I stripped and sat naked on top of the air vent exhausted yet my heart steadily raced, I passed out not knowing that when I awoke everything would go downhill. When I opened my eyes a familiar scent invaded my nose I could feel my gums aching and pulsing, the pain was breathtaking, I couldn't use Drew's Oragel, he grinds his teeth at night, he would get mad if I wasted it on myself. I stayed over the vent holding my knees into my bare chest rocking back and forth as the pain grew and continued to plague my mouth. The ache had became so strong I hadn't realized I had laid there for 4 hours until I heard the front door open and Drew walked in from work, he did a double take when he saw me sitting naked in pain on the floor rocking back and forth. "Trish, baby? What's wrong?" he walked quickly to my side of the room, squatting down and pulling me into his arms. He must have had a good day at work he's treating me nice. This is the only time he treats me like his girlfriend, or like I'm anything to him at all. Milk him for all its worth. "Dreeww!" I cooed and dragged out his name softly. "What baby girl, let me know?" I reached for my mouth rubbing my fingertips across my gums letting the tears flow that I'd been holding in from the pain. He smoothed back my locks and planted kisses on my cheeks softly "My mouth it hurts! My gums, Drew make it stop..." I let it all come out in a weak cry. He carried me upstairs, into our bathroom and sat me on the sink counter taking out his Oragel and gently rubbing it all throughout my mouth while my head rested on his chest. "Now why didn't you put this on it when it started hurting" he asked rubbing my back with his free hand. "I didn't want to use it without asking" "Well you could have called if you wanted to ask" he then moved his finger across the bottom row. It numbed the pain quickly. I sighed in relief "Your dinners in the microwave..." I said weakly before letting sleep take me over. I woke up later on that night it was close to 2:00 AM I couldn't stop dreaming of him, Markus wouldn't stop parading around in my head, more dreams of his glowing eyes looking back into my milky brown ones while he took me in ways that I would never let any other man. My outer lips now growing moist from my leaking entrance, telling me that they were aching for him to be inside of me, before I knew what I was doing my body had already threw its self on top of Drew, straddling his pelvis. "This is wrong, taking your sexual wants for Markus out with him", His head stirred before he opened his heavy lids slowly. Looking up at me confused he asked "Your mouth aching again babe?" rubbing enough sleep from his eyes to focus better. "Get off of him he doesn't deserve you in any way, especially this one". My conscience rang out, but in the sound of my mother's voice. My hips didn't want to listen; I then bucked my hips down onto him, refocusing his now alert eyes again on my wet panties. He smiled lazily "Oh, that mouth?" he said while placing his ready hands on my hips. I rolled my hips harder against him once again. "Drew, make it stop..." I whispered coyly all the while knowing that what I was about to do was wrong. I pulled off my shirt freeing my breasts; it was too late to stop now I could already feel his hands cupping and squeezing them. Then the pain shot through my mouth again, I held a straight face then I heard my mother in my head again, "I know how to ease that pain in your mouth Patricia..." I leaned in slowly going in for a kiss, "Go for his throat!" Her voice sounding more like an outside source now, my head was then redirected towards his neck. "Sink your teeth into his neck and you won't ever have to worry about them hurting anymore" I stuck the tip of my tongue out and ran it across the spot where his jugular would be, my mind racing and bewildered at what was going on. My mother's voice sounding like she was in the room with me, no longer a voice in my head but I knew it couldn't have been real she's dead. "Patricia Lee Vanity, go for... his throat..." Her words coming out in long dragged hisses, striking like the cobra they were meant to be. My mouth then lunged and locked around a heap of meat in his neck the blood slowly trickling out, I needed to get deeper the taste thrilled me. "Shit! What the fuck?" He threw me against the sidewall as if I were nothing more than a paperweight, but it didn't hurt like usual, it didn't hurt at all really. That's when I spotted the glowing eyes in the dark corner of the room cutting straight through me. I scurried back on my hands in fear, Drew now angry coming for me; I didn't notice him making his way over I was being distracted by the human level eyes. Glowing like the wolf I saw in the window, like Markus's I realized, they focused on me then I watched them as they darted over to look at the window. All of a sudden I heard the glass shatter and the wolf from the other night flew through my bedroom window snarling and growling at Drew. He froze in a panic, but for me it was completely different I felt connected with it in a way I knew I didn't have to be afraid. I didn't know whether it was because it was about to do the world a favor by killing Drew or if it was related to some other supernatural reason. I glanced back to the corner were the eyes once were, gone. I sprang up and ran for the closet as reality set in and everything came crashing down at once. I could hear the sound of teeth as they broke through Drew's skin and he painfully cried out, his skin breaking sounding similar to the sounds of biting an apple, my stomach grew weak. I turned around before I shut the door making eye contact with Drew's pained expression, his eyes full of fear while his blood soaked hand reached out for the help of mine. I could feel my throat tighten up the well of tears starting to flow, not again, please not again watching as his face begged for mercy. I shut the door letting the tears paint the closet floor; I rambled and fumbled around in the box on the closet shelf full of things my mother and grandma had given me. Pulling out the thick blanket my mother had gave me on my birthday I collapsed in a weak ball onto the floor and covered myself with it feeling the wolf in the blankets corner tickle at my toes. I laid there and waited for the sounds of ripping bones and skin to stop, they did, soon becoming replaced by the sirens. Little Red Ch. 06 It had been a total of 3 months since Drew had died. Already I felt free and normal like a woman should. There were moments I felt bad for not mourning over his death like a partner should. But then again I wasn't his partner, more like his punching bag. I rolled over tucking my fluff cover under my head for more support. Facing the powder blue wall in my new apartment Manny and Markus had helped me move into. Thinking about how over time both men had started to behave more restricted and weird in my presence. How even Manny wasn't as loud and dramatic, even Markus's usual demeanor had changed. His frame more serious and ridged around me, I barely saw him in a relaxed state anymore, not even in the comfort of his study. Still my body didn't seem to care, at all; my dreams would make my body feel as if it were reality when I would lay in bed asleep. I'd wake up to find my hand clutching myself through the fabric of my panties. I kept thinking as I continued to blankly stare, why are they acting so weird? What was that wolf doing there every time something happened with Drew? Was it protecting me, or stalking me for its own feeding and pleasure? I thought to myself continuing to think about how Markus's eyes would glow just like the wolf's. I remember them so vividly from that night, chuckling to myself when the thought of Markus being the wolf crossed my mind then suddenly stopped when it all fell together. The eyes, the threat about eating his heart and how not only did the police find parts of his body disassembled across the room but his heart gone. How every full moon Markus would give me the day off. Like today, laughing again and sitting up I shook the silly thoughts out of my head. "Werewolf's aren't real Trisha..." I have to stop watching those late night horror movies. Pulling the covers off my legs and letting my feet make contact with the cold wooden floor I jerked them back up in reaction then settled them slowly back down wishing I had Markus's hot hands to warm them up again. 'Why was he always hot? I've never seen him break a sweat'. I made my way to the kitchen and poured myself a cup of crisp water from the fridge running my thumb around the rim of the glass freezing mid way when I heard my door creek open. I slowly sat down the glass and pulled out a knife from its holder. No one had keys to my apartment so my head raced straight to the assumption of someone breaking in. I tip toed my way through the hall stopping at the edge of the opening to the living room. Peaking around the corner I saw Markus twinkle his finger tips back at me and smile, I sighed out loud and stepped out from behind the wall letting the knife fall to my side in relief. "What in the hell Markus, you scared the shit out of me... how did you get in anyway?" he smiled at me again raising his eyebrows before saying. "The lady at the front desk has a thing for tall, dark and handsome, charming her with my English accent she gave me your key with no questions asked" pouting his lips while narrowing his eyes to give me his best smoldering face. I laughed and crossed the room making my way over to him noticing how much warmer the air was around him, like he radiated heat through his skin. "Why are you here? Is something up?" cranking my head up to smile at him my 5 foot frame not helping at all, his body towering over mine, I bet I could suck it standing up on my head. I whispered "Oh my gosh, stop it". I clasped my hands over my ears and shook my head. Markus cranked his head to the side asking me what was wrong with his eyes I shook my head back and forth in response and motioned for him to continue. "Well Manny's sick and I need you there for dinner, he told me that he didn't want you there for this and that, you know stupid reasons," waving his hand to dismiss it, "and how he'd suck it up and come in and that's when I told him I'd find something to eat for myself so he could just stay home... but, I lied and so now I'm here!" a corny smile popping up across his face as he finished his reasoning in a speedy breath making me giggle. He was acting so weird today, better than usual and all I could do was wonder why. "But it's a full moon" I said informatively as I softly poked him in the shoulder and smiled, I watched his face become serious and firm, his eyes narrowed again. "What exactly do you mean by that?" he took a step closer to me, my past instincts telling me to step back. "Well... it's just that I've noticed you and Manny always kick me out or tell me to stay home on the night of a full moon" remembering my accusation I had made about him earlier and how I was starting to reconsider them from his now dominant stance and his suspicious eyes searching through mine. "Plus you're acting weird..." I added timidly. He stepped back and softened his expression. Smiling softly he grabbed my hand lightly and gave it a squeeze, "Just for this one full moon then?" he laughed softly, "now come on? Do I look like the type of man that can cook to you?" I laughed telling him I needed to change and punched him in the shoulder playfully. Noticing how he didn't move an inch, smiling back down at me as I walked away. Once out he greeted me with an out reached hand then once in range he wrapped his hand around my waist his giant rough body and palms making me look smaller and more fragile than I already did, and led me out the door to go to his place. "Markus?" I looked over at him from the passenger seat. "Yes?" he peaked over at me quickly giving me a nice smile as he made the turn at a light. "Why do you and Manny kick me out every full moon?" his face became stern and more concentrated. "Maybe its cause it's a full moon, you know? Weird things always happen on the full moon so they say, maybe that's just our weird thing?" he smiled again twisting his hand impatiently around the steering wheel. "Markus?" I called his name in question once again. "Yes Patricia?" pulling to a holt in front of our last light before hitting the forest surrounded road to his house. "What about all the other things that only seem to point back to you when I think about them?" I bit the inside of my lip a little worried at what the answer would soon be. "Like what" He said blankly, in a way that I could tell he was not asking. I took a heavy breath trying to calm my nerves, why was I so spazzy anyhow? They were just questions. "Like when you told me that if Drew ever hurt me again you'd have his heart for dinner, and when they examined his body the heart was missing, and your eyes they're not just a light shade of brown or hazel, they glow." We came to a stop in the wide gravel parking lot I grabbed at him not noticing that my hand had landed on his upper leg, he took in a sharp breath letting it flare out through his nose and then clenched his jawbone but I continued. "And your hot, why are you always so hot?" I paused and let out a nervous laugh "earlier when I was in bed I thought about you being a werewolf" I laughed once more not noticing that his eyes were wide in shock and he was ogling at me in awe. "But I think that that was just because the night before I was watching all those super natural movies on the Sci-fi channel but then on the way here I thought about how maybe you could have trained that wolf and-" he cut me off. "You ask so many questions then give yourself a thousand answers to them, kind of like a child. But I know nothing of Drew's death other than what you have informed Manny and I of" his mouth tightened again then he smiled lightly to let me know not to take it as an insult and got out of the car walking around to my side and helping me out. I took that as a clue to shut my mouth about it, I let him lead me in through the door way and to the kitchen. The island counter was already covered with uncooked veggies and thawing meats. He turned on some music and poured us glasses of wine as we helped each other prepare the dinner, soon forgetting our little miscommunication from earlier. I watched him basically inhale three plates of the meat and laughed as he slowly ate and grimaced at the veggies I had made sure to place around it after witnessing him pick and go through the first plate. "Let's dance!" he said smiling as he jumped up out of the chair about to pull me into a fast spin before the upbeat song was replaced with a slow ballet. Just my luck I thought, I felt like I was in high school again when I felt my knees wobble as he pulled me into his strong hold and began to rock with me back and forth. His long arms stretching down and resting on the small of my back as my head lay a little above his belly button. It may have looked awkward to others, but we were the only ones there, and it felt perfect. I yelped out in surprise as he picked me up off the floor and spun me around laughing as he twirled us all the way into the living room giggling as we landed on the couch. Positioning our bodies on the couch so my back would be facing him Markus pulled me into his chest, resting his head on my shoulder and inhaling while rocking our upper bodies back and forth. "You're so good to me, well a good person over all, but I've never had good in my life" I whispered. Pulling his already tight arms harder around me, my breasts rising as his forearms squeezed my rib cage. Then I felt his nose trace and rub a spot behind my ear his lips softly replacing it before moving to a new spot under my jaw feeling the very tip of his tongue sneak through his lips and onto the bottom of my earlobe. "Anytime" he whispered tenderly adding more suction to his soft kisses with every new plant. Not realizing I was starting to help the sounds of his smooching by filling the room with soft sighs and moans. I felt his right arm drop and squeeze, trailing its way up my thigh. My dress protesting as he got higher, his kisses now passionate sucking and nibbling. Jerking my dress up to my waist I moaned out surprised and turned on at the same time by his strength and how quickly his huge hand was grasping all of me, taking all four of his fingers and tracing them up and down my sopping wet lips through my panties. My legs instantly fell open my body awakening after months of being tucked away, my urgent moans pouring out helplessly and louder than necessary as I felt his hand slip into my panties and his finger tip circle my clit. My hips began to buck slowly with his rhythm and motions, my juices secreting out into his hand, his free hand slipping into my bra, softly cupping and squeezing my breast. His lips kissing and licking all over my neck and collar bone making my head roll back on his shoulder. "Markus... don't stop." My heavy breaths wiping past his ear, my arm reached back to let my fingers find paths through his hair and grab hold. I could feel his shaft emerging through his pants and pulsing against my spine I could tell he was large, 10 inches at least. I moaned as he pulled me against him hard and snarled in my ear the sensations of a close orgasm balling its way around my body my limbs starting to shake. "You know the truth, don't be scared of me Patricia" He whispered into my ear, too delirious to know what he meant I shook my head quickly and replied in agreement. "I won't be... I pro... I pro- ahhhhhhhh!!" my orgasm drowning me in ecstasy as his thick finger made contact with my walls my lips clamping and releasing, my joints jerking as I came. "Cum for me beautiful" he cooed gently while his finger still worked leisurely inside me, his left arm firmly holding me down as my body flopped like a fish out of water. My mind swimming in pleasure and confusion, was it the wine that had us act up like this? Maybe it was the moon like he'd mentioned earlier? Was it so hard for a man to just want me, a low self esteemed woman with a battered past. The orgasm subsided bringing me back to reality and my insecurities about his attraction towards me once again setting in. I jerked his hand regretfully out of me and jumped up from his arm his throat grunting in objection. His arms stretched out long and grabbed at me tugging me back into his firm hold I pushed softly "We can't do this right now, it's not right with everything that's going on." His lips not giving a care to the statement, making their way up my dress I could hear him repeatedly taking in strong breaths of my scent to fill up his lungs as he got closer I pressed at him once again "Markus please..." I could feel him stop but continue to kiss my inner thigh. "What happened to the girl who wanted me to take her against the book case" he trailed off then started back up "let me make you feel like a woman... Patricia..." dragging out his words so his breath would tickle its way up my skin then grasped at it with his teeth. "I don't know, and I wish she was back right now but she's not and I don't know why. Just please take me home?" his hands gripped my waist as his head came up to rest on my stomach as he let out a loud frustrated roar into my belly, tugging at my panties through my dress shaking his upset head quickly back and forth. "Just a taste..." his teeth greedily grasped at my dress and pulled, tearing a tiny hole in the fabric, his hands squeezing my ass over and over pulling me on him. "Markus..." I lifted up his head "please, I'll owe you, I need to get home my boss will kill me if I'm late" I smiled down at him and cracked my neck up as I watched him smile back reluctantly and headed towards the door running his hands through his hair and breathing out heavily. We arrived at the apartments in silence I could feel him looking at me as I felt his hand reach over and take mine into his. "May I have a kiss ma'am?" his southern imitation making me burst into laughter shattering the silence in the car. I smiled genuinely and leaned in, his lips meeting mine gently but quickly becoming famished for more my mouth letting out a moan into his when his large tongue broke into my mouth and slithered around at the back of my throat. The feeling making my fingers and toes tingle, his hand sliding around my back and pulling my chest into his I could feel his grip tighten around me and I knew then I had to push away. I reached back and swung the door open swiftly sliding out. "No no no no" his words coming out in a hurry wanting me back in the car. "Goodnight Markus" I whispered and closed the door to the car, hearing the horn to the car honk while I quickly made my way through the lobby and to the elevator. Where was that Patricia in the study that afternoon? I thought on my way up to my apartment. Once back into the apartment my body was immediately upset with me why couldn't you have just let him have you? There was no reason to leave, you were just scared. "Scared of what? I'm not scared?" I said talking back to myself on the living room couch. Scared that you'd end up in the same situation you did before... "But Markus isn't like that" Then why did you leave? I was stuck, my mind not yet able to come up with an answer for a question I had asked my own self. I lay down lazily on the couch the silence ringing in my ears... Maybe it was because Drew was your first and only, you've never been with another man have you? And... and when he touched you... the way he touched you... "It felt perfect. I've never had perfect before and when I got a feeling of what it was like I got..." Scared, who knew that something so frightening and new could give you the best feelings in life. I cranked my head towards the door, 'Go back' my mind whispered to me 'you promised him you wouldn't be afraid, go back Patricia.' I jumped up from the couch snatching my keys with my purse and ran for the elevator doors. They dinged upon reaching the first floor and there he was, still in his car like he knew I was coming back and had been waiting the whole time. Those yellow glowing eyes I was used to now replaced by a smoldering dark golden brown, I saw him lean in to start the car as the head lights flashed on with it. I hadn't even noticed I was moving until I felt my hand push at the glass door and I felt the breeze raise a strain of my hair to tickle my chin. I moved toward the car putting my keys in my purse, the pit in my stomach coming back but my legs didn't slow up at all. I slid into the car, I could feel his eyes watching me the whole time I was settling in I pulled the seat belt across my chest and clicked it in, and then I felt his lips indulging me into one of his passionate kisses. We drove all the way back to his house once again but in a heated silence, our hands resting between each others thighs to smother the sexual tension until the time were right. Coming around to escort me out once more from the car and up the porch steps, he followed so closely. His body heat scorching my back I could feel his breath flowing down onto the top of my head our steps slow and deliberate making sure not to trip on one another. I could feel him growing harder with every step, while my soaked panties retained what it could. "My room" his voice deeply said above me as I continued on past the guest bedroom where I had slept a couple weeks after Drew had pasted. We made our way to the doubled door entrance my eye's anxious to see his room for the first time. I grabbed at the silver handle and twisted then felt his hand settle on top of mine before I pushed the door open while he supported the weight of his body against the other door. "You know little red, for you to accuse me of being a were wolf don't you think running off from me after getting me all cranked up like that would be dangerous? Because the thing about use werewolves is... we like the hunt more than the kill" I felt him smile jokingly against my ear I smiled back to myself and decided to play along. I turned around and grabbed at the back of his neck pulling him down while I stretched onto my tippy toes to meet his ear "Well now's the chance you've been waiting on." "And what's that?" he said back "To eat all of the goodies in my basket," I let out a hot breath and I felt his arm wrap under my ass and pull me closer, I gripped his hair tightly in my palm then I continued "And then show me what it's like to be ripped to shreds by such a big... bad wolf" and in a blur we were in his room with the doors closed. My head cupped in his hands while he kissed me to the point of no breath. His tongue licking out at my bottom lip every now and then before pulling my face back to his. I could feel his hands fall down and start to aimlessly wonder, clueless on were to squeeze first. I heard the tearing of fabric and began to realize that it was my dress feeling it land by my feet I broke the kiss and giggled. "Hey I liked that dress" and before I could finish he did the same to my bra and panties my heart pumping with his. He slowly backed away and removed his shirt to reveal his chiseled body already starting to shine with sweat then he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants he stopped swallowing me with his eyes from head to toe. That's when I realized he's the only other man that has seen me like this, who has ever looked at me like that. My sexual confidence becoming replaced by timid feelings again, my head began to fall down to look at the floor. I could hear him coming back towards me then his arm wrapped under me again scooping me into the air and over his head, his palms and fingers a chair for my ass while his thumbs pushed at my drenched pouty lips to reveal my un worked essence. "Since you want to look down I guess I'll have to look up" his heated breath evaporating my liquids turning it into sweet steam and landing on his lips, his eyes reconnected with mine as his tongue and lips made contact with my entrance. "Oh!" my mouth exclaimed out as I felt his tongue swirl and swivel its way inside me dancing around my walls my body gyrating and bucking wildly in mid air his hands held strong as my body weakened. My hands shaking and patting all around looking for something to grab hold of. Finally landing in his hair all the while our eye's never left each other holding me in a pleasured trance. His heavy breath tickling the tip of my exposed clit while his tongue continued to flow its way in and out of me. Stretching my walls open when he'd unfold it inside, my knees bent up by my chest but still spread my pelvis began to buck even faster than it already was. I could feel the muscles in my stomach locking up and releasing me, the soles of my feet going numb and white from my curled toes. Markus knew I was close just as I did his growls of encouragement shaking my lips and clit finally sending me over the edge. Little Red Ch. 06 "Maaarrrkusss!" I moaned and dragged out at the top of my lungs, and for the first time ever I squirted my juices pouring down his chin and neck finishing their run all over his chest and back. I collapsed weakly over his head as he walked us to the bed laying me down gently as he stood back up and sucked at his lips in satisfaction closing his eyes and letting his head fall back as he wiped his face with his hand. I slowly sat up as I watched him tug down at his boxers and pants and watched as it sprung free hitting his stomach with an audible thump I could see it jumping with ever pulse from his heart. Without my say so my body was crawling down to the end of the bed where he stood his chest still heavily rising and falling, now close enough to grab it with my small hand, I did so, his breath came out in a pleasured relief as I made contact. My hand raised up then pulled back down slowly, his hands reached up for the top bar of the bed frame pushing the curtains out of the way and as he did so I quickly took in his perfect mushroom shaped head in my mouth "Ah!" he let out as my salivating jaws sucked him in, my taste buds became coated in his now leaking pre cum my throat giving away to a moan as I went down and up taking in as much of him as I could each time. His hand resting weakly on my head and I bobbed and turned my head from side to side on him letting my tongue and cheeks follow ever vein throbbing path under his skin that would always map me back to his plump head. His chest erupted with grunts letting me know that I was getting him there the way he'd did for me, my drool running onto my chin as my mouth locked around him. "Uh! Patricia!" my head moved faster sucking sounds taking over "Ahhh, not yet! Please!" his hand gently but firmly enough pulled my mouth off of him and I fell back onto the bed resting on my hands watching him as he watched me back while catching his breath. His eyes now looking more human than I'd ever seen them, a dark intense brown but it still had that animalistic glint to it. He crawled onto the bed his long arms stretching out landing at my sides his wide but lean waist parting my legs looking me in my eyes the whole time, he put his hand on the small of my back as he pecked at my neck signaling me to lie down, I did so and his body followed along. Grabbing my hands and placing them down above my head glued with his, his large frame shadowing over mine his eyes closed softly and I did the same and as I took a deep breath I felt his pulsating head stretch and pop its way within me. My breath caught as he let out a deep moan, his hips pushing in and out inching his way in. My moans already at one of the highest points it'd been tonight he quickly responded picking up lots of speed adding the sound of slapping skin to my screams. His thrusts and strokes soon becoming deep and vicious. Blissful pounding reaching him into me so far I could feel him making contact with my cervix. My lips were straining to accommodate all of him as my wet sounds coming from between my shaking legs reminded me of when I pulled a cup out of the water upside down. Our bodies tangled up in a storm of passion his wild plunges shaking, vibrating and bouncing my body up off of the bed when his hips would slam on top of mine. "Open your eyes Patricia and look at me, I want you to witness yourself becoming mine" my eyes shot open my screeching filling the room as my breasts continued to bounce wildly under his chest rubbing my nipples stiff. His hands were now holding my legs down and open, my toes pointing to each side. Every cell in my body bursting, making my skin feel like it was covered in wet pop rocks my eyes occasionally white sockets in my head when Markus didn't coo at me. "Keep them on me" He'd say between groans, without any bodily warning I came again my moans caught in my throat the orgasm too powerful to let me release them, spraying my inner self all over his stomach he jerked my short legs making my feet stop by his throat. "Tell me how much you love it when I'm inside you" his chest glowing red and his breath heaving for oxygen. "So much baby! You feel so good" his shoving becoming ever more powerful interrupting me "I can't- I can't even put it into words" I squeaked out with my last strong breath my curls damp and stuck to my head and shoulders. "Tell me who you belong to!" his voice came out in a growl. "You Markus, you!" his hips didn't stop or slow down to give me time to recover and I knew he was going to give me my three orgasms for the night. This one struck like lighting if it could hit twice in the same place. "Fuck!" I yelled out as my body started to flop and twitch all over again. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!" Markus let out a roar before I felt my juices become replaced by his seed overflowing its way out of my lips and down my crack. My body overwhelmed by the last jolt of pleasure Markus gave me as he poured his self in and out of my entrance causing my body to give in, and everything went black. Little Red Ch. 07 As the morning light battled its way through the curtains, I peaked through my lids blinking quickly, and then squinting to adjust them to the suns beams I opened my eye's. My ruffled hair catching in my eye lashes as I did so, my sore body trying to protest against my movements, and my weak arms shaking uncontrollably as I slid my body into a sitting position. Markus's heavy arm fell into my lap, I looked over at him and smiled as his snoring became more deafening, his bed hair in tussles on his head while the red sheets laced with golden thread made his relaxed muscles pop against their color. I laid back down beside him watching his chest rise against the sheets his body stirred and clenched harder around my waist I felt his arm tense I slowly fell back down as my body started to move closer to him my eyes closed as my bare body made contact with his underneath the cover I let out a soft breath as I felt him purposely brush his lips against mine kissing me softly making my toes curl, but I kept my eyes closed. "Wake up Patricia..." his accent poured into my ear. He thinks I'm still asleep I said to myself, I rolled over onto my stomach keeping my eyes closed turning my head towards the windows laughing in my head. He shook me softly and waited but I lay there smiling to myself, that's when I felt his lips on my bare back, goose bumps rising up on my skin as he trailed his way down slowly. "I know you can hear me..." his tongue falling down a path to the rest of my spine, kissing my ass cheeks softly as he lowered his body between my legs. His hair tickling my crack as he pushed his skull into my lower ass and kissed the strip of skin separating my holes. "So you want to play games huh?" His hot breath flowing there ways to an escape between my thighs, I gripped the sheets as I felt him throw the cover over his head and run his arms up placing them on the mid section of my back and hold me in place. I discretely braced myself for what Markus was about to do to me once again, grinding my teeth so I wouldn't make a sound. His tongue began to dart and flick like bullets all around my already pouring wet lips my ass resting on the top of his head as my body gave me away and began to poke itself higher into the air to give him better access. My moans singing to him in return, his heavy body holding my legs in place not allowing me to move anymore than I already had, my skin shuddering over and over again. "Gosh damn it Markus!" I screamed out as an unexpected orgasm rang though me, he moaned in gratitude and continued my body trying to run from him but his hold to strong to let me move an inch, his wide hands spreading open to give him better control of the movement of my body. I cried out as another one striked, staggered by how quick they were reaching my surface my eyes wide sockets and my mouths jaw wide and stretched like a snake swallowing its prey. Another one slamming itself on top of the one before it, my eye's now becoming blurry and damp from tears of bliss; my hips pushing back at his tongue. Fighting with the rest of my limbs that were trying to break free, while yet another one snuck its way through my structure. "What are you doing to me!" I moaned out weak and low, my lungs short on oxygen, the orgasms not allowing me time to take breaths. I felt his head push its way deeper giving me that growl I always heard from him in an intense situation "I'm up baby! I'm up!" yet another interrupting my speech, heaving out breathless "I'm sorry Markus, I won't do it again!" His hands slid down my back resting on the top of my ass my body shaking in blurs as he kissed and made his way back up. All I could do was lay there and shake under him as he settled his body on top of me kissing my neck softly as he moved my hair out of the way. "No one's ever gave me breakfast in bed before" his whispered in my ear chuckling a little, my remains still heaving and painting for air and a break from the orgasms. "Thank you" he finished, thinking it was over my body settled down more calm and relaxed, then seconds later I felt him take his chance and quickly ram his self inside me. Stings of pain waving through my body, but quickly replaced by delight as his hips re collided with mine, his strong arms jerking me up into an all fours position and holding tightly as the shock from his collision flew the rest of me forward my curls lurching ahead of me and flying back into place before my head could catch up, my skin rippling from his strength. CRACK! The sound of his hand making contact with my ass speared its way through the air. "Ah! Jesus!" was the only words my mind could come up with, his hand spanking me over again my arms gave out causing my upper half to flop onto the bed while Markus continued to have his way with the bottom half of me. My voice was becoming raspy and dry my eye lids become weak and heavy as I felt my lips contracting preparing to spraying out and finish my body off again. "No!" Markus's voice came out in a snarl "Not again! Stick with me this time, just a little more Patricia!" I could feel my nails drawing blood from my palms as they dug their way through the sheets and into my skin. I felt Markus slide his arms under my legs, his arm bends hooking into places with were my knee's bend, he pulled my back into his chest his palms reaching up and hooking my shoulders, lifting me slowly and pulling me back down, testing it. "Uhh! Patricia..." he groaned out, my legs shook in response. "This is it... this is really how I wanted to end it..." his voice huffing out in my ear as he bounced me down on a generous amount of his shaft my legs failing up and down his shaft inside of me so strong I could no longer tell the difference between it and a orgasm. The moments passing by so blurry and full of ecstasy, my voice now close to gone from letting him know my constant approval. I could feel him throbbing growing, his arms squeezing at my spread legs, turning my head I cooed into his ear softly the way he did for me last night when he touched me on the couch "Cum for me Markus..." I let out slowly. "Ahh!" he quickly replied, shaking his head no, still stroking I clenched down around his base his stroke quickly slowing and becoming weaker than before. His eye's now worn slits in his head "Feed my kitty your warm milk. She's starving." His throat gave away to a weak but pleased grunt I felt his head swell up prying my walls apart even more than they already were before releasing his cum within me. My body becoming a limp doll against his, with him still in me, he slowly pulled me off of him his cum immediately draining its self down my legs as his flaccid shaft swung back and forth against my leg as he laid me down and getting up immediately afterwards. "Were you off to?" I said eyeing him lazily and curiously as he made his way towards the door, "well to make you breakfast, you seem to be the only one who hasn't gotten fed" his pun sending a smile across both our faces. Minutes later he came back with a plate of actual breakfast, which I wasn't actually expecting, pulling me into a sitting position and handing me the plate he said, "I ate the bacon on the way back, sorry." he smiled and crawled back in beside me cuddling me against his chest. I picked up and ate what my weak limbs would let me. "I thought you couldn't cook?" I said handing him the finished plate minutes later, he smiled deviously. I smiled back nodding my head to let him know I understood without words, his finger tip tracing my jaw line, my eye's becoming even heavier this time. "Patricia wait... since I think were actually getting really serious" he paused and hesitated "Would you like to see my wolf form?" his soft voice breaking in the relaxing silence that we had sat in and calmed ourselves down with. I smiled weakly and remember back to last night at his bedroom door, patting his chest and saying to him of course wondering what he was talking about, he got up slowly and walked to the same place he was standing the night before when I had him in my mouth, his hair and eyes out of place but the rest still looking the same. "Close your eyes and put your hands over your ears" he said softly, his eyes gentle, full of something, the smile faded from my face and I started to wonder even more to what was about to happen. I slowly closed my eyes and placed my hands over my ears and waited, moments later I heard the sound similar to the breaking of bones then heavy feet land back on the floor the sound a little muffled by my hands. I took my hands off my ears then gradually opened my eyes. There it was, an obviously oversized wolf, my scream rang out through the room as I scooted back in a fearful hurry against the head board and waited for it to launch itself at me. "Markus!" I yelled, "Please! This isn't funny, come get this wolf!" an innocent wine snuck out of its throat, his head falling as he gradually backed away. Its scared, I said to myself, why would it be scared of me, I'm the ones who scared of it, I eyed the wolf slowly again taking it in, his luscious black hair covering his body with hints of auburn flakes in its fur reminding me of hot embers rising against the night sky, Why hasn't he done anything yet? "Good boy..." I said slowly as I stepped cautiously onto the floor trying not to make any sudden moves making way for my escape, my back at the door ready to run if I had to. "Now... where's Markus?" I asked it hoping in some way it understood, If you're in here you have to be trained Markus wouldn't leave me alone in a dangerous place, right? Then he stepped forward and sat, letting me know that I didn't have to be as scared as I was. Wining again and stretching his neck out to meet my hand half way so I could touch his head, and of course without my permission my arm raised slowly my fingertips shaking but still reaching forward. Once making contact with its fur it raised its head in gratitude, I then let my hand fall behind its ear and started to rub and scratch still cautious as to what could happen. I smiled and stepped closer "You're not as mean as you look huh?" still rubbing its head as the wolfs body started to shudder and become a blur the breaking of bones sound re-filling the room, I started to panic again but before I could pull my hand away I felt Markus's reach up and hold it in place, there he was on his knee's heaving and sweating his eye's saying sorry, looking up at me as my hand cupped his face. "No, not at all." He said before swallowing down his nervousness, his hands reaching up for me holding and grabbing at my still bare skin his face telling me to please forgive him, "You promised me you wouldn't be afraid, and ill promise you right now that I'll give you nothing to be afraid of." I remembered back to our encounter on the living room couch and the words he'd whispered into my ear about me being right and promising not to be afraid, and how that's exactly what I did promised him I wouldn't be, and I wasn't, Catching my own self off guard I replayed the events that just happened in my head waiting for myself to outburst into a over the top reaction even waiting for myself to throw up or faint, nothing at all, surprising myself how well I had handle the situation when reality all came plummeting down. "I'm not afraid," my voice came out shaking but truthful his head feel weakly in inside my hands in a relief. "But who was the silver wolf that killed Drew?" I asked in a numb confusion, Markus's head shot up. "Silver?" his voice angry and stiff he jumped up grabbing his pants and ran down stairs as I grabbed his shirt and chased after him. "Markus? Tell me who it is?" I said grabbing at his arm as he dialed the number and waited for the other end to ring "Markus!" I yelled again. "Tell it!" Manny's voice came in through the other side, "He's back and he's messing around with Patricia" Markus's jaw clenching and unclenching "Manny if he hurts her I swear-" Manny cut in "Ok ok don't get all railed up it's been awhile since he's been around her obviously," he dragged out "or she would have mention the wolf more than she had aftterrrr, Drew died, yeah?" "Who's messing with me?" I yelled out with what was left of my voice in the back ground still tugging at his arm like an angry child. "We have to get to him before he shows up again" he pulled me into his side holding me still with his arm Manny agreed and with that he hung up the phone. "Markus," I said softly this time, "Just tell me who that wolf was that killed Drew and ill leave it alone" He walked off and into the kitchen laughing loudly as if I had said something completely stupid. I ran in after him "Markus! Please!" He quickly spun around his face hard and upset replying "It's Pietr, there's no such thing as just letting it go or leaving it alone," he said making quotes in the air "when it come to Pietr, and the only reason he probably killed Drew was so there wouldn't be anyone in the way when it came to him sinking his teeth into you" he walked his way into the kitchen as I followed. "Well who's he? How do you two know each other?" He stopped chopping up random pieces of meat and leaned his weight against the counter. "He's my-" "Well hello there brother" A deep dark voice came from behind me, I spun around quickly to see an even bigger version of Markus. His hair the same tussled pushed back curls but a shade of black his eyes devilish slits in his head, glowing back and forth between me and Markus, he smiled, those familiar teeth id seen before shining bright against his tanned skin. "Brother" Markus finished off his sentence. "So you two are lovers now?" his eyes narrowing down on me, my skin getting a weird unknown feeling under his vision "I wasn't planning on all of that really". He cocked his head to the side and shot them back up to meet Markus's, his head falling to the side doing the same as Pietr's. "Leave us alone." I snapped to quickly to realize it, my thoughts shooting back to that night I had did the same to Drew, my body becoming stiff, I moved closer to Markus, his hand wrapping protectively around my waist. Pietr's deep wicked laugh whipping its way through the room "Feisty one huh?," His eye's shot back to Markus then back to me He chuckled again letting his shoulder fall against the frame of the doorway. "I got to hand it to you man, you're a very convincing lad" He looked down at me, I noticed how his eyes had a hint of sorrow inside but then quickly became replaced by something else as he spoke still looking at me, "And here you were thinking that he was actually the biggest badest wolf out here, and telling by the way you were screaming last night and this morning, he did a pretty good job at convincing you." He smiled and continued "Trust me, he's not the one you want" His tone all of a sudden serious "You don't know what screaming is until you've been ripped apart by such a big... bad Alpha." He quoted me adding his twist, winking, then snapping his teeth in my directon. I could hear Markus growl out, Pietr smiled in response, "don't worry wolf cub I'm not the one that wants her, I was just sent, the woman that hired me knew that she was with you and I wanted to know where you had run off to myself so I took the job." He scanned around with those eye's, "Nice place by the way" he said looking back at Markus, "What woman?" Markus rang out still in anger. Pietr looked down at me then back up at his brother and smiled once again "Why the girl's mother of course." I rolled over in my bed facing the ceiling watching the fan spin in circles; I'd done the same thing for months in a row since Markus had driven me back home after Pietr took a hour and a half to convinced him and myself that he wasn't here to hurt me. I didn't care about that at all though; the only thing I was worried about is the statement that he had made about my mother being alive. Was she really? I questioned myself smudging newly formed tears out of my eyes, or was Pietr up to his mind games like Markus said he would be on the way home in the car "Don't let him get into your head... he's good at manipulating others, that's what he does. He will try and make things worse than they seem between me and him don't listen, understand?" I nodded my head slowly, he planted a kiss on my forehead, then I exited the car. I continued to cry at the thought of my mother still being alive and at the fact of her knowing all of what was happening and going on with me the whole time. Wondering why she didn't help in some way when I was with Drew or give me a shoulder to cry on going through tough times in school, why did she lie? Had she lied about my father dying before I was born? Was he still alive wondering around with her too? I thought back to how my grandma told me the story "Yah moma was still pregnant with yah when yo daddy had died, he had got it in bad with some men because he had seen something he shouldn't of ," she's lean in close "then it turns out... Michelle had something they wanted he was trying to protect yah moma when he died," These questions zipping through my head realizing my whole life has been a lie, how did my moma know Pietr anyhow, was he the one that took her from me that night in the car accident? "Now why you cryin?" a soft voice came in from my door way, I jerked up and looked over towards the familiar sound my tears spilling out at the sight of my mother standing against the frame, like she was frozen in time she looked exactly how id remembered her black ribbon hair matching mine shades covering her face. "I know you stronger than that, you are your mothers daughter now ain't you?" her genuine smile spreading across her face, as she made her way across the room towards me, my sobs became more noticeable turning into a full outcry as she lowered herself onto the bed and let her comforting hands make contact with the sides of my face. My arms flying around her as hers dropped and did the same to me her embrace strong and powerful as she smoothed the hair on my head. "Now don't worry you ain't goin' crazy or nothin' like that, but I ain't got no time to be answering questions" she whispered into my ear pausing before moving forward "He can't know I'm here or this time I might not survive, Pietr will tell you everything when the time is right, I just needed to hold and see my baby girl again all them years of watching got to me. Just know that after that night I had to stay away, it was the only way I knew of to keep you safe I ain't gon' let em get to you... I meant that the first time I said it and I mean it now" her hand rubbing reassuringly up and down my back. "I love you mama" I stuttered out between sobs understanding why she had to go, no telling what Pietr was capable of he probably didn't want her to even see me yet. She continued rocking me slowly for what seemed like all the time we'd lost together was made up again humming songs she used to sing to me when putting me to bed. I felt her hand reluctantly pull away and I knew it was her time to go, before I could get anything out she cupped my face again and said "I'll see you soon ok? When all of this is over" I nodded my head quickly inside her hands my arms gripping and reaching out for her as she made her way towards the door "Soon" she repeated firmly and walked off. Grabbing ay my heart and failing down onto the bed I began crying again but this time it was from happiness my legs swaying back and forth trying to calm down my inner self as I remembered what my grandma told me the day I graduated from high school, "Grandma, why you cryin'" she laughed and pulled me in, knocking my cap onto the ground "Proud that God let me live to see this day, sometimes the heart is just over filled with so much joy that you start to spill from the eye's" she said chuckling and wiping her cheeks dry. I laid there joy spilling from my eyes. Little Red Ch. 07 -------- I miss you... it's been months since I've last been with you, when can I come see you? I sent the message to Markus in hope of a quick reply. Soon, with Pietr lurking around I don't want you here. Then sneak to me instead, he'll never know and won't follow, right? Sending... sending... sending.... Goodnight Patricia. I threw the phone on the dresser aggravated at a lot of things I didn't want to take the time to pin point out in my mind. I then forced myself out of bed and into the kitchen thinking about the short conversation id had with my mother as I made myself a dinner I wasn't really in the mood for. My fork poked and jabbed around at my plate trying to come up with my own answers to newly formed questions she'd just planted inside my head, what did she mean by Pietr would answer all that I needed to know? I could barely stand Pietr for the months he's been here, it's been bizarre with him around especially when Markus would look away and Peitrs eyes would take his place. Doesn't he know staring is rude? Or that day I caught his hands running lightly and barely unnoticeably over my curls... And now my mother wants him to explain what's going on and how she'd survived, if he weren't an Alpha he sure as hell wouldn't be living if it were up to me. The starting of a storm interrupting my thoughts making the food on my fork take flight and land on the table beside my cup I grunted in displeasure and scooped away my scraps putting the plate into the sink and making my way to the bathroom for a shower. My feet dripped wet spots as I walked out of the bathroom dropping my towel onto the ground, immediately becoming lazy and sliding my naked body into my covers, sitting up to find nothing on the TV throwing the remote beside the earlier tossed cell phone. I feel back onto the bed twitching slightly as the thunder crashed through out the sky, jumping up again as the lights flickered on then off back, on again lingering for a moment before snatching my hope from under me by diming out again, this time for good. "Shit..." I mumbled to myself falling back and laying there with my hands folded across my chest in the dark, observing the ceilings boring detail as the lighting flashed through the dark sky lighting up the room. My fingers fondling and twirling in patterns, my heavy eye lids helping my fumbling hands to put me to sleep without my permission, as the rain never intended on stopping and my now on set sleeping became deeper, I didn't hear him sneak his way into my apartment, the door giving a low squeak as he entered my room. His movements precise and careful not to wake me up as he slid under the covers from the foot of my bed his heat instantly melting the layers of skin covering my legs. His lips landing further up my legs tenderly, not at all startled out of my sleep but waking me more calmly than I had been getting up for awhile "Huhhhhhhh..." I softly let a breath out as his head passed were I yearned for it to stop. His butterfly kisses landing on my body softly like I was made of rose peddles stopping at my neck before continuing his way to my lips only pecking and giving me light tastes of his tongue. My neck cranking up to try and catch it between my lip as I sighed releasing my heated breath into his lungs as he breathed in before putting his head down above my supple breast and taking in my nipple wrapping it within his taste buds, his already prepared naked body tensing atop of mine. My nails drag against his scalp his curls bouncing back as his mouth let go of my puffy areola my breast bouncing back into place from his hold as his nose brushed against my stomach while making his way back down between my thighs his nose leading his way, "Yes..." I whispered into the dark stuffy room, my hips carefully bucking as his tongue flicked at my inner legs "please..." I said a little louder my hands getting locked into his hair. He lowered his lips to mine and began to part my folds with the tip of his tongue "Hmmmm..." I felt his throat shake its sounds into my body his shaking hands telling me that I tasted better than wonderful to him. My legs spread wider as his tongue teasingly slow circled each one of my lips and clit individually. "French kiss my pussy." My weak body let out, while his tongue slid inside of me and his lips started to suck at mine while his tongue pulled in and out of me and whirled around in slow motion. My legs clamped around his head as I felt an orgasm creep its way to my toes rising higher through my body like a thermometer with every slither of his tongue. "Uhhooooo! Huuuh! Huuuuh!" I let out into the air his hands shaking in pleasure as they rested against my stomach as I slowly trickled out into his mouth my orgasm and liquids flowing for what seemed like eternity. His head lingered for awhile before he started again same pace and routine but my body recognizing the pleasure once again as something new slow yet urgent and willing another orgasm washed and waved over me, my body trembling softly as he came back up to be inside of me, I could see the dim glow in his darkening eye's as he rose from between my legs his eye's catching mine. Could he see me laying here waiting for his love? I felt his head push at my lips making them beg and quiver readying me for his invasion. "My Patricia" I heard him let out barely loud enough for me to hear as he pushed his way in "Ah!" I could tell he was so turned on, his dick so much harder and bigger than any other time before, his throbbing veins filled with blood making them thick and prominent to my walls. His strokes so deep and slow he was driving my body insane like a peacefully assault to my form. I could feel another one as he continued to leisurely torture, assassinate, then rehabilitate my capability of making things last, the way he seemed to have wanted them to with his weapon. I felt it again move stealthily from my toes to my heals and up my calves looking him deep into his eyes my soft moans chant out once again in his majestic prescience my head feeling as if it were about to explode "Breath" he said to me, making me realize that my breath got caught in my throat in mid moan and I unknowingly had began to hold my breath. His blinks beginning to match his raps at my soul's door, slow yet heavy and I knew he was near as his breathing increased with my still ongoing orgasm. "Nnnnn-uh!" the sound of him trying to hold back a moan as his grip increased his hands squeezing mine one last time before letting go and wrapping them around my waist caressing my sensitive back causing me to arch it. Vrrrmmm!! Vrrrmmm!! Vrrrmmm!! My cell phone went off signaling a text, his head shot up from my chest, his eyes darted to the phone then back on me, "Don't you dare! Don't you dare!" I said in a heaving airy panic, placing my nails into the flesh of his ass holding him deep inside of me in fear of him ripping his attached spirit away from mine. His near pleasure protest grew louder as he tried to hold it back wanting the pleasure to last longer for the both of us, but my insides grew restless for it, my hands pushing his steady hips encouraging the act. I let out a moan of relief as he stuffed his head into my curls and let out a bass-ful low moan his hot seed branding the inside of me as he pulled me into him holding me tight, my arms X'ing across his back in return. His heaving relaxing minutes later his arms still tight around me back as he kept himself inside of me. "I'm sorry..." he whispered, "Im only acting this way because I do not know what he is capable of, You don't deserve any of this; I promise I won't let him hurt you. This is my entire fault." I shook my head in disagreement into his shoulder "Shhhhh..." i said, soothing him to bed.