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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Fairy_Tales_and_Related_Fandoms
  Relationship:
      Big_Bad_Wolf/Little_Red_Riding_Hood
  Character:
      Wolf_(Fairy_Tales), Little_Red_Riding_Hood
  Additional Tags:
      Bestiality
  Series:
      Part 1 of Of_Wolves_and_Men
  Collections:
      Porn_Battle_XIV_(Fiery_Fourteen)
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-28 Words: 533
****** With This Mark ******
by Eustacia_Vye_(eustaciavye)
Summary
     There was never any intent to kill her; the granddaughter would come
     into her time soon enough, and at her majority she would have to come
     live with the wood witch, her grandmother.
He didn't kill her.
There was never any intent to kill her; Wolf was one of a rare breed of
sentient canine wandering through the magic forest, and the girl's grandmother
was one of the few witches able to communicate with him. She spun tales of her
pretty granddaughter, living outside of the woods in the village, her parents
ignorant of the magic in her blood. The granddaughter would come into her time
soon enough, and at her majority she would have to come live with the wood
witch. Her parents wouldn't be able to deny her power forever.
Wolf was aware of Red walking through the forest to visit her grandmother, who
had fallen ill. She smelled ripe and ready, nearly at her majority, at a rise
in her power. She was fertile, very, very female, and Wolf was suddenly aware
of a deep longing he hadn't felt before. He trotted up beside the girl, making
conversation. She was so innocent of the magicks in the forest, she didn't seem
to realize she had Beast Speech the same way her grandmother did. She talked as
if he had lips, as if his questions were from an ordinary mortal.
He led her down a different path, and she didn't even notice the change until
the trees seemed to change shape around her. Red didn't know the way to her
grandmother's house any longer, never having explored the forest, and Wolf
offered to take her on a tour. She readily agreed, not understanding why she
always felt at home within the forest more than in the village. Wolf knew, and
he longed to be the one to tell her. But no, her grandmother would have to tell
her that secret.
Red grew tired and footsore, and Wolf led her beside a stream to rest. She
drank of its clear water, ate of the berries that grew nearby. Wolf told her of
the forest, of his love for the wild things there, of running and feeling, and
the girl sighed with want. The village was staid and tired, not a place she
felt like she belonged.
She welcomed his soft muzzle against her face, the touch of his tongue along
her neck in a soothing caress. She buried her hands in his fur, sighing
contentedly as he continued to lick and stroke. Before long he moved to her
breasts, firm and young, peaking beneath his nuzzling, then down between her
legs where she was smelling oh so interesting and delicious. He lapped at her
delicately at first; she was a maiden, innocent of all things. Only when she
spread her legs wider for him, pulling at his fur and urging him to continue
did Wolf press in harder, licking at her folds and secret places. He continued,
devouring her juices and breathing in the scent of her until she cried out
sharply. Red fell against the forest floor limp and trembling, gasping for
breath.
Before she could protest, Wolf marked her thighs with his teeth. It was his
sign of possession and protection, that Red would be his any time she walked in
the forest.
He didn't kill her. His mark meant they were mated.
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