1. Flash Fairytales: Little Red


    Date: 1/18/2016, Categories: Flash Erotica, Author: Lupus, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    confines of her constrictive corset. Wolfe watched Red sit confidently on the edge of the bed, splaying her pale, supple legs. She raised her skirt, flashing him the tight, revealing lace knickers, while one hand fumbled with the ties of her corset. “Would you give me a hand please, Mister Wolfe? Or two?” Red smirked as he prowled into the room, closing the door behind him. She gasped as he lunged forward, aggressively. His large, dirty hands seized her cheeks as rough lips pressed hungrily to her own. Her whimpered groan only spurred him on, letting a growl out from the depths of his chest. He pawed hungrily at her ample chest, squeezing and mauling her flesh before tearing away the corset. Red collapsed on her back from the weight of his passion and could only stare up at the looming figure as he clawed and scratched her chest. Sharp nails bit and pinched her pink, sensitive points, almost lifting her from the bed. Her pale body was scored by red, welting lines behind the scraping nails descending her body. She glanced down just in time to see the shaggy mane of hair disappear beneath her skirts. A deep, hungry breath of air was all she heard before sharp teeth snapped across her thighs. Screaming, Red squeezed the aching mounds of her breasts while his teeth tore down her flimsy underwear. Seeing her ...
    fair, freckled face through the valley of her cupped breasts tore a howl from Wolfe’s throat before he buried his lips against her heated core. Red’s screams – and unwilling moans – brought the animal out of him. Wolfe’s grip was irresistible. Red could only buck and whine as he devoured her tender centre, whining from the sting of his nipping teeth and biting fingers embedded in her flawless thighs. She couldn’t stop her fingers searching for his unkempt fur and pulling his face into her harder than ever. She screamed to feel him lapping at her silky, sodden depths. Wolfe only laughed as he threw Red back and leered over her. Helpless, she watched with desperate need as he tore away his breeches and lay back on the bed, next to her. His manhood was solid, raised high and proud. She salivated at the sight. “Ride, little Red…” She straddled him in a heartbeat, sliding over his shaft before sinking slowly onto him. Both of their eyes closed as Red’s hips rocked and rode Wolfe’s rugged body. She felt herself tightening, tensing and twitching as he plunged her depths again and again. “Oh, please, just a few more seconds!” Red pleaded, just as the door burst open. The Woodsman charged into the room, glinting axe in hand. Red’s Grandma watched from the door. “Now I’ve got you, Wolfe! I’m gonna paint this room red!”
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