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Little Red Hoodie

By Luna Goldsun

Scarlett Fawkes had a problem. The red vixen with dark hair and honey-brown eyes had a fantasy she wanted to fulfill, but she was sure her boyfriend, Graham 'Gray' Wolf, would never agree to it. That wasn't to say their sex life was bad: the large gray wolf knew exactly how to please the much smaller female, and Scarlett was sure he was quite satisfied with her own performance in the bedroom. They hadn't even been together for very long, but the chemistry was instantaneous from the first dinner date, until they moved in together a few months later. Maybe they were rushing it, but the vixen didn't care. Gray was sweet, funny, compassionate, smart, considerate, a great kisser, and fantastic in bed…what more could a girl want? He was the package deal, every parents' dream partner for their child (and her parents liked him, too!).

Scarlett wasn't in such a bad spot, herself: a savvy small business owner, a talented baker with an eye for design and willingness to experiment with new flavors and projects…and a desire to experiment in other areas beyond business.

Normally, Gray was very enthusiastic to try out every kink or fantasy the vixen was curious about, but it was the nature of this fantasy—the specific circumstance of it—that made the vixen feel guilty for wanting to see it through: she wanted her boyfriend to be the Big Bad Wolf to her Little Red Riding Hood. Emphasis on “riding."

As a wolf, Gray was sensitive to the negative stereotypes associated with his species. Wolves collectively scoffed at all the “Alpha Male" nonsense, and were much more likely to avoid confrontation than start one. They just wanted to be left alone to live their lives, and were most certainly not mindless killing machines, or shifty, untrustworthy predators ready to prey on unsuspecting or overly trusting victims, as portrayed in all the fairy tales.

Gray also hated that his appearance alone made him an object of fear to most people. His height, build, and RBF made him an imposing figure that easily scared people who knew nothing about his true, gentle nature. He especially hated the “Big Bad Wolf" stereotype.

But Scarlett would've given anything for him to ravage her like a wild animal while she wore nothing but her favorite red hooded sweatshirt. The vixen actually had more than one red hooded sweatshirt at any given time; ever since infancy, she always had at least one red hoodie in her wardrobe, something she carried with her into adulthood. Her own employees jokingly called her “Red Riding Hood" and Gray called her “Red" ...though perhaps for her fur color instead of her clothing.

To the vixen, the red hoodie meant comfort, warmth, and love. She had never equated it with lust until just recently. Scarlett had no desire to dress up in a slutty Halloween costume to get the fantasy started. She just wanted to roleplay everything from the climax of the old fairy tale (“My, what big eyes you have," etc.) right up until she climaxed.

But there was no way Gray would agree. And she felt guilty about her fantasy, so while she was satisfied overall in bed, the vixen couldn't help but want something more. Something…rougher.

“I can hear the gears turning. What's up, Red?" he suddenly asked her.

Scarlett was so lost in her thoughts that she completely lost interest in the movie they were watching. It was their favorite, and they'd watched it dozens of times already, but it didn't matter: she had completely zoned out. Scarlett had been cuddling with him on the couch, but she was so lost in her own thoughts right from the opening scenes that she didn't realize how far along they were in the story. Had she really been zoned out for that long?

“Nothing," she quickly said. “Just thinking."

Gray paused the movie and turned his full attention, including those shrewd blue eyes on her. He used those same blue eyes in court to get any witness on the stand to crack, a tactic he never used with his girlfriend. But sometimes his inquisitive nature got the better of him and those searching eyes unintentionally unnerved her when he was looking for answers to his questions. “Thinking about what? Is something wrong?"

“No, nothing's wrong." She said it a little too quickly, which immediately alerted him.

“Scarlett…" he softly admonished.

The vixen pulled away from him and curled up into a ball, pulling the hood of her favorite red hoodie over her head. So embarrassed at getting caught, she pulled on the drawstrings until all that was visible was her muzzle. Of all the red hoodies she owned right now, she loved this one the best. It was the one she was wearing when she met Gray, which made her feel comfortable and loved. Though right now, she felt like hiding from an uncomfortable truth.

“Scarlett," Gray said, now sounding very concerned. “What's wrong? Is everything okay? And don't say 'nothing's wrong' because it's always 'something.'"

Damn it, she knew he was right. She was in no way prepared to tell him. They'd had a good night so far: pizza and cuddling on the couch while watching their favorite movie. It was the perfect night in. She couldn't ruin that.

So she just shook her head. “Just forget it, it's not a big deal." But he wouldn't let it go.

“It's obviously a big deal because you don't hide inside your hoodie unless something's really bothering you, so spill it."

Damn it again, why did he also have to be so perceptive and supportive? Why couldn't he be clueless for once?

“Gray, I really don't want to talk about it, okay?" she desperately tried getting out of this conversation that she really didn't want to have. One she wasn't ready to have. “I don't want to hurt your feelings."

He turned off the TV completely and turned his whole body to fully face her.

“Okay," he said, “That's a red flag if I've ever heard one. Scarlett, come on, you know me. We can talk to each other about anything. We agreed when we first started dating: no secrets, right? So what's going on? Something at work?"

She shook her head, unable to meet his gaze.

“Okay…" he said slowly, “Not work-related. Is it something I did?"

She shook her head harder, until she was almost dizzy. Then, after a pause, she muttered something.

“What was that?" he asked, perking his ears up. “Didn't catch it."

Scarlett sighed heavily and finally poked her face out of her hood to look at him.

“It's me. It's something I want to do. Something that'll hurt your feelings. And I don't wanna hurt you, Gray." Her skin crawled at the thought that she was about to confess her deepest desire, which she knew would hurt him. This would really hurt him, which was the last thing she wanted to do. But she was going to do it anyway…

She blinked her honey-brown eyes when he took her tiny dark hand in his much larger gray one. There was a considerable size difference between them, which surprisingly made the sex that much better. But it also made cuddling that much better: she could really snuggle into his thick gray fur and feel so warm and loved and safe. But right now, she wasn't feeling any of that. Right now, there was no trace of the take-charge-and-take-no-shit successful business owner in her. She was really, legitimately scared that this would hurt him so much that it would be the dealbreaker that ended the relationship. The stern look on his face contrasted with the gentle grip on her hand.

“Scarlett," he said, “Don't do this to yourself. It's okay, don't be afraid. You can tell me."

“You promise you won't get mad?" she asked, hating how childish she sounded. Damnit, she was a grown-ass woman, why was she so afraid of having a simple conversation with her boyfriend?! Because he means more to me than anything or anyone ever has, she thought, her heart hammering in her slim chest.

“Depending on what it is," Gray answered, “I promise I won't get mad. If you somehow cheated on me when we're already together almost 24/7, yeah, that'd make me a bit upset…no, it's not that?" he asked in response to her fervent headshaking.

Scarlett bit her lip and snuggled back into her hood, still unable to meet his piercing eyes. Now or never…now how to tell him while causing the least amount of damage?

She haltingly started.

“Remember how last night, I asked you to…h-hold me down?" she stammered a little, thinking of their romp the night before and her sudden request that made her cum harder than she ever had with him. The physical act of a much larger male holding her down, of her pleasure being at his mercy, was incredibly and surprisingly arousing.

He nodded, silently holding her hand, giving her his full attention and patiently waiting.

“I-I…I really liked that," she said, the blush showing through her red fur. Fuck, just thinking about last night was turning her on. She had to stay focused…

“I could tell," he said with a little smirk. “You were so loud we got complaints from the neighbors. Oh, hey, honey, don't hide, I was kidding!" he quickly said when she hid herself further inside her sweatshirt from shame. “I'm sorry, baby, okay? Please go on. Please."

The vixen had hidden herself back into her hoodie again, discomforted that their lovemaking session had gotten that kind of response. Gray had always joked about making her cum so hard that they'd wake the neighbors, and while that sounded hot, in reality it was just too humiliating having to explain that, no, her scream had nothing to do with any kind of intimate partner violence… Scarlett had been redder than her fur when she had to explain to their neighbors what her screams actually meant. She was just grateful no one called the police. Her humiliation would've been complete if the cops had shown up.

“Sorry," she muttered, “It's still hard for me to talk about sex. I know I'm a grown-ass woman, so I shouldn't be so hung up on this, but it's still hard."

“Am I not satisfying you enough?" he asked, now very concerned. “Is there something I'm doing wrong?"

“No!" she quickly assuaged him. “No, not 'wrong,' exactly…" she took a deep breath and dove in: “I want you to be a little…rougher. In bed. With me. Gray, I know you're holding back because you don't want to hurt me, but I want you to be a little more, y'know, harder, rougher. Don't get me wrong, I love it when you're gentle, it feels really good. But sometimes…I just wanna be ravaged and fucked without mercy." Her face heated up even more with this admission.

He blinked, his brows rising in surprise. “Oh." He squeezed her hand, then he smiled reassuringly. “Is that all? Is that what you've been worried about? Oh honey, you shouldn't've been worried about telling me that. If I'm not satisfying you, speak up! Let me know! I'm not a mind reader. Let me know what you want, what works for you, what you'd like to try…"

“I know! That's what I'm trying to do!" she nearly shouted, then buried herself back into her hoodie. “Gray, I…I w-wanna try some roleplay."

“Oh. Okay, sure. What did you have in mind?" He sounded totally on board, which was a good sign. To date, he hadn't shied away from other things they'd tried: light bondage, dirty talk, a little S&M, domination and submission, that sort of thing. Some things they liked, other things they didn't, and he was fine with all that. He was always open to trying new things with her.

Except maybe this.

“You won't like it…" She was sure of it.

“Babe, what did I just say? Tell me what you want, and I'll make it work."

“And you won't get upset?"

“I won't get upset." But there was something in his tone that suggested he was more than a little concerned now. She wasn't sure if it was concern for her current behavior, or concern that what she might ask for wouldn't be something he'd like. Scarlett took a deep, deep breath, then finally looked up at him, looked him in the eye, and said it.

“I want to roleplay Little Red Riding Hood getting fucked by the Big Bad Wolf."

He was surprised. Of course he was. His grip on her hand had slackened a little, and the furious blush on her face now burned with renewed intensity.

He didn't look happy. She knew it, she knew he wouldn't be happy about this!

“Gray, listen," she said, trying desperately to show him that she really didn't want to hurt his feelings. “I didn't want to say anything because I know how you feel about the stereotypes, and I don't want to fetishize you in any way. I just…want you to fuck my brains out while I'm wearing my red hoodie. Only my red hoodie. I mean…"

She tore her gaze away, which was easier now, because he had looked away first. She used her free hand to rub the back of her neck and play with the drawstrings on the hood.

“I don't want to do the kitschy 'Slutty Red Riding Hood' Halloween costume thing," she clarified. “I do want to do the whole 'What big eyes you have,' 'What big teeth you have' thing, right up to 'What a big cock you have'..." she trailed off.

He was staring out into space and hadn't said a word. Scarlett's heart pounded in her ears and felt like she couldn't breathe. This was it. This was the dealbreaker. He was clearly unhappy, so unhappy he wouldn't even look at her now.

“Please say something," she pleaded, hating how quiet and timid her voice sounded in the stillness of the room. When he didn't answer right away, she backtracked as quickly as she could.

“Never mind, let's just forget it, it was a stupid idea anyway, I don't know what I was thinking," the vixen said so fast it was almost a single word. “It was hurtful, I knew it was hurtful, that's why I didn't tell you, because I was ashamed. I was too ashamed to tell you that's what I wanted because I know how you and other wolves feel about—"

“Don't be ashamed," he finally spoke up. He squeezed her hand again then sighed heavily, sorrowfully. “This was eating you alive, wasn't it?"

She nodded mutely.

He sighed again. “I wish you wouldn't do that to yourself, Red," he said. “For the record, I'm not mad. I am upset. Not because of what you said, but because you were too afraid to tell me. How long have you wanted to do this roleplay?"

The vixen gulped, which didn't escape the wolf's notice. Because of course it didn't.

“I…pretty early on," she admitted. “I would've told you then, but then you told me about how wolves—and you especially—hate those stereotypes, so I just…clammed up. I never wanted to bring it up, because I never wanted to hurt you."

“While in the meantime, you were hurting yourself," he said sternly, “Because you weren't communicating your needs." Oh yes, he was very upset.

She shook her head. “I wouldn't call this a 'need.' More like a 'want.' Look, it's not that big a deal, okay? Let's just drop it."

“But you really wanted this." He was squeezing her hand a little harder, which was normally comforting but right now felt almost suffocating, even scary. Scarlett hated to think that she was scared of him, scared of Gray, when she normally felt so safe, calm, and loved around him. But she wasn't feeling safe or calm right now. She was scared out of her wits. Was he about to end this relationship over this? Was he actually secretly angry at her but just telling her he wasn't? What was going through his mind right now?

“Y-yeah…I-I did…I s-still do…" she stammered.

“You wanted this, but you were too afraid to tell me." It was a statement, not a question. Like he was in court, grilling her on the witness stand.

“Right…" she said hesitantly, fiddling with her drawstrings.

“What else have you been too afraid to tell me? Scarlett, I can't get mad at you, you know that. At least not for very long. We've had disagreements, but never 'fights,' and don't we always forgive each other, like, right after it happens?"

She only nodded, still not looking up at him. She was still too embarrassed, still too ashamed. She wouldn't meet his gaze until he tucked a finger under her chin and lifted her muzzle up so she could look at him.

He didn't look mad. He did look upset, like he said, but he wasn't mad. He looked…sad. Was that what he meant by “upset"?

“Since we're being honest," he said, his blue eyes staring right into her brown ones, “Ever since I learned about your love for red hoodies, and your nickname at the bakery…I thought it was kinda ironic that I was literally dating a 'little red riding hood' myself. It bothered me at first, I admit, because I didn't want to think of that—to think like that—but I'm not gonna lie to you: I have been wanting to fuck you while you were still wearing your hoodie. For a while, actually."

Her mind, still swirling with worries and concerns, ground to a sudden halt. “Wait, really?"

“Yeah, but I—ugh, I guess it's confession time for me, too—I thought that asking you for that would just make me another stereotypical wolf. So, yeah, I've been keeping my trap shut, too."

“So, wait a minute," the vixen said, slowly coming out from under her hood as she started to process this. “We've both had the exact same fantasy for, what, months now, but we were each too ashamed of what we wanted that we kept it from each other?"

“Sounds like it." The wolf looked away for a moment, then to her surprise, a blush started rising on his cheeks. He cleared his throat.

“I'm…actually glad you told me," he said. “That you told me you wanted it rougher sometimes. You're so much smaller than me, I don't want to hurt you when we're going at it, so hearing that you want me to not hold back so much…honey, you have no idea how big a relief that is."

“It is?" she asked.

“God, yes," he said, releasing a relieved sigh now that he could be completely open and honest himself. “Holding back has been driving me crazy! I've wanted to throw you over the back of this couch and fuck you senseless for months! Especially when you wear those shorts with your red hoodie. You know the ones."

She did. Those old blue lounge-around booty shorts that barely covered said booty. Scarlet had caught the wolf staring at her ass more than once while she wore them, but could only think of one time where she swore he was sporting an erection…but she convinced herself she was mistaken.

“So that outfit is the one that you really like? Not any fancy lingerie?" she asked, suddenly confused. The vixen actually felt guilty for not owning even one set of sexy underwear, preferring the comfort of cotton underwear and bras without the underwire.

“Please for the love of God, never buy fancy lingerie," he pleaded. “Getting you out of those things would be a nightmare. At least I can pull down those shorts and panties without worrying about ruining them. I think you look hotter in sweats anyway. To me, it shows that you're comfortable with me, that you trust me, and you have no idea how much that means to me."

Now that she thought about it, it made perfect sense. As a wolf, he had to be used to untrusting looks and people feeling unsafe around him. The vixen had seen those untrusting looks herself whenever she was out in public, alone and with him. Foxes had their own reputation, too, and a fox dating a wolf surely meant they were up to no good. At least that's probably what the rest of the world thought.

“So, for the record," Scarlett said, finally lowering the hood of her sweatshirt, though her ears still laid flat against her head, “You're not mad about the Red Riding Hood roleplay?"

He nodded with a smile, squeezing her hand for emphasis. “That's right. I am not mad about the Red Riding Hood roleplay. I'm glad you told me, I'm glad you were honest with me. And I'm glad I could be honest with you, too, and that you're not mad at me…right?"

“Of course I'm not mad at you!" she said, pressing her hand against her heart. “I love you, you big doofus! I'm just grateful you didn't think I was fetishizing you, or mad about leaning into the Big Bad Wolf stereotype."

“As long as you don't dress up in the slutty Halloween costume, I think we're good," he said with a sly smile. “So…are we good now?"

Her heart was still pounding, but Scarlett nodded anyway. “Yeah, we're good now."

“Good." His eyes suddenly flicked over to the TV, then back at her. “You're not interested in the movie at all, are you?"

“Not really," she said shyly. She blushed again at his smile, her stomach fluttering. It was the smile, the one he always got right before…

“You wanna do that roleplay right now?" he asked, an appropriately wolfish grin on his lips.

Had she heard that right? She had just dropped a huge bombshell, worried herself sick over ruining their relationship all night because of that bombshell, and now that she'd aired her worries, he actually wanted to go through with it now? She expected this would be something they'd do in the future, not right this second.

“Wait, really?" she asked. “Right now? Right now, right now?"

“Right now, right now," he confirmed, a little hint of a growl in his voice, which he knew sent welcome shivers up her spine. He knew the predatory look, the little growl, the wolfish grin…he knew what it all did to her, so he damn sure knew what it was doing to her now. The vixen bit her lip and, this time just for show, covered her head with her red hood.

_Alright, if that's how he wants to play…let the games begin…_she thought. If he was being honest about not wanting to hold back, if he was being honest about wanting to do this roleplay…she might as well test the waters first.

“My, what big eyes you have, Gray," she said with a little hesitation.

“The better to see you with, beautiful," he immediately replied, leaning in closer to her, those same eyes flashing, pupils dilating as his musk and her own arousal began permeating the room. Scarlet almost fell onto her back as he got closer, his grip on her hand tightening, but in a delicious, very welcome way.

Okay, she thought, I guess he does wanna try it.

“My, what big hands you have," she purred, starting to feel a little more confident as she squeezed his hand back.

“The better to hold your gorgeous body with," he said, slipping his free hand around her waist and dragging her closer, until their bodies were touching. Their muzzles were only inches apart, and she could clearly see the flash of white fangs behind his lips.

“My, what big teeth you have…"

“The better to do that thing you like," he said, then pulled aside her hoodie just enough to get his muzzle inside and nipped at her neck. She loved it when he did that, grazing his sharp teeth over her skin in a teasing, dangerous way that thrilled her. She sucked in a sharp breath, clutching at his shirt as soon as his teeth made contact with her skin.

“Do you like that, Red?" he whispered in her ear, his mischievous tone only turning her on more. It turned her on…because it meant he was really enjoying this.

“I love it," she said, softly moaning as he pulled her closer and she wrapped her arms around him. She felt a moment of disappointment that she wasn't wearing “the shorts" right now, but the yoga pants she was currently wearing were just as good, and he seemed to agree. Gray's large hands moved down to cup and knead her ass as he continued to tease and nip at her throat. Scarlett felt the heat rising from between her legs, the throbbing between them growing in intensity.

“Bedroom?" she asked after a breathy moan.

“No way," he growled against her neck. “I've been wanting to fuck you over this couch for months and by God, I'm fucking you on this couch. Tonight."

“Alright then…" This was going better than she thought. Then she gasped when he ran his tongue up her neck, leaving little nibbles in its wake. “Ah…what a long tongue you have…" she said, continuing their play.

This time he roughly pushed her onto her back on the couch cushions, holding her down by the shoulders like he'd done the night before, much to her delight. His sharp eyes blazed with passion and lust as his hands moved down the front of her body, taking a moment to grope her breasts through her sweatshirt. Then, without warning, he took hold of the top of her yoga pants and ripped them and her panties off her hips. He yanked them down even further, then parted her legs to bury his muzzle between them and run his tongue up her slit.

The motion was so quick and fluid, Scarlett didn't have time to react until after his tongue was already inside her. She squirmed beneath him, squealed her appreciation for what that long tongue was currently doing. After a few moments of attention, Gray lifted his head long enough to reply:

“The better to eat you out with, my dear."

Then he was back at it, licking, nipping and sucking on her lower lips and clit, which had her squealing with delight. She held his head in place and sucked in a breath when he stuck his long tongue between her folds again, then slowly began fucking her with it. She remembered the first time he did that, how much of a game-changer it had been, and how eager he was to give it as she was to receive it. His skills with that tongue should have been downright illegal with how good it made her feel.

Gray lapped up her juices as they flowed from her body. One heavy hand kept her hips still while he lavished attention on her. The pace of his tongue-fucking increased a little, and his thumb moved over slightly to rub her moistened clit. Scarlett groaned and ran her fingers through his fur, scratching the back of his ears like she knew he liked. He made an appreciative moan in response, rubbing her clit harder than he'd ever done before. It almost hurt, but in a good way. He was being rougher with her, just like she'd asked, and Scarlett was loving it.

She was also getting close to her first climax, but she wasn't quite there yet. She needed something more to get her over the edge…

Then she noted his hand holding down her hips, and the other hand wrapped around her thigh, and got an idea.

“My—oh God—what long fingers you have…" she gasped out.

He took the hint immediately, reluctantly pulling away to insert first one, then two fingers inside her. Scarlett bucked her hips against his hand with a welcoming moan, willing him to finger-fuck her faster. But as he said, he wasn't a mind reader.

“Tell me what you want, Red," he said, the request coming out as a growl.

“Harder," she gasped. “Faster!"

He obeyed, his hand moving at a speed he never would have dared before now. Scarlett suppressed a loud groan, bucking her hips higher, wanting more.

“Another finger," she begged between gasps. “Please, another fing—YES!" she shouted in celebration when he inserted another digit. “Yes, more, please more!" She gleefully shouted when his three, then four fingers stretched her opening wider. The vixen would need it for part two of their little game.

“Gray," she begged, “Keep going, don't stop!" She brought her hand down to furiously rub at her clit. It didn't take much, between his hand vigorously if not viciously thrusting his long fingers in and out of her while her own fingers paid special attention to her clit before she finally felt she was going over the edge.

“Yes…" she keened, grabbing a fistful of his fur with her free hand. “Yes, yes…fuck me, fuck me harder. Yes! Gray, oh my God!" Just a little more, just a little…

Then Gray leaned in close and whispered, “The minute you cum, I'm shoving my cock right in. What do you say to that?"

That did it. Scarlett came screaming, again, this time making sure to shout out several exuberant “yes"es, for the neighbors' sake. Still in the afterglow, the vixen moaned in protest when the wolf removed his fingers to quickly shed his clothes. He spread her legs wider, and even though she had seen it many times over the past few months, the size of the wolf's cock always took Scarlett's breath away. This was it; this was what she'd been waiting for…

“My," she said breathlessly, the last step in the game: “What a big cock you have!"

He positioned the tip at her entrance, teasing her just a little, before loudly growling, “The better to fuck you with!"

Then he did as he promised, shoving his entire length inside her in one hard thrust.

Scarlett threw her head back with a sharp gasp, her body still convulsing and pussy still throbbing from her first orgasm. The sudden invasion inside her made her shudder and her pussy and clit throb all over again, even harder, harder than any other time before. She lifted her head to look down at her body just as Gray was pushing her sweatshirt up to reveal her bare breasts underneath. Not for the first time during lovemaking, the vixen marveled at the size of him, in more ways than one. But this was not lovemaking by any means: this was wild, unadulterated fucking. She marveled at the size of his knot that was just beginning to form, and the fact he had managed to almost get his entire length inside her in one go.

“Don't hold back," she said, moaning as he roughly squeezed and kneaded her breasts.

“Didn't plan to," he replied, which was the last thing he said before he slowly pulled out, leaving only the head inside before forcefully thrusting back in as hard and as fast as his hips could move. She squealed her appreciation, squirming underneath him, moving her hands around desperately to hold onto something as he began a brutal, vigorous pace. He slammed his hips against hers hard, almost too hard at first, but the further he went the more she heard the squelching sounds of her juices combined with his saliva easing his way deeper inside her. She could feel his growing knot teasing her entrance with each thrust, and she wanted it. He had always been hesitant to tie with her before, but she wondered if it would be different this time.

“That's it, fuck me…fuck me, Wolf!" she shouted, praising him along. “I want your knot; I want you to knot me! Oh God, I wanna feel your cum in me. Cum in me, Wolf, cum inside my pussy!"

This time he snarled above her, grabbing her legs, and pushing them down, almost folding her in half before he fucked her even harder. Clearly, he heartily accepted the challenge. His balls slapped against her ass as his hips wetly slammed against hers. The vixen was overcome with the rush of sudden, forceful fucking. This was the fucking she'd been so desperate for. This was what she wanted, what she suddenly realized she'd been needing this whole time. To think she'd spent six months missing out on this…she was an idiot for not saying something sooner.

Suddenly his movements became more erratic and unpredictable, his pace slowing just a bit. After a moment, Scarlett realized why, and she could have squealed with joy when she felt the first hints of it against her pussy lips…pushing, pushing harder, then finally, his whole knot popped inside, locking them together as it throbbed against her opening. Scarlett nearly screamed out her pleasure, coaxing him along some more, begging, pleading, praising, calling out his name as he now desperately fucked her, eager for his own release as much as hers.

Scarlett's own release came on much too quickly, beginning almost before she was aware of what was happening. Had Gray's furious fucking done this to her? Whatever it was, she was hooked, and she wanted more of it. This time she knew she liked—loved—it rough, hard, dirty, and naughty as fuck. She wanted more of it. There was no going back now. Not if she had anything to say about it. And she did have something she wanted and needed to say:

“I'm gonna cum," she warned him, then felt her whole body tightening up, a white light ready to flash across her eyes. “I'm cumming…oh God, Gray, I'm cumming!"

This time, she was sure the neighbors heard her, though there was no mistaking this scream for anything but what it was: pure, unambiguous satisfaction from a mind-blowing orgasm. A bright, white light flashed across her vision, and it felt like every pleasure center in her body was on fire. Her whole body shook, and she shuddered underneath him, bearing his assault on her body and especially her pussy just another few moments before he let out an actual, primal howl, thrusting in one more time before emptying his balls inside her. His cum felt so warm as it shot out of his cock and spread around inside her, she felt like she could melt.

Scarlett slumped back onto the couch cushions as he hovered over her, both of them breathless and panting. For a long time, neither said anything, too out of breath to say anything, much less anything coherent. The vixen cooed softly, gently rolling her hips up to meet his, savoring the feeling of his entire cock, knot and all, inside her. Now that they'd finally done it, finally tied, she wondered again why the hell they hadn't done it sooner.

“Why…the hell…" Gray panted above her, as if he really were a mind reader. “Didn't we…do this sooner?"

Poor communication? she wanted to say but could only manage impassioned gasps of her own. She was recovering from her orgasm much quicker than he was, coming back to reality and observing how her body felt, how good his weight on top of her felt, and especially how good it felt to have his knot stretching her entrance and his cock still throbbing and leaking cum inside her.

“Jesus…are you still cumming?" she asked in awe. The warmth of his cum flooding her insides didn't seem to have abated at all. It actually felt like more was squirting out and into her, giving her a fresh supply, though nowhere near as big as the first load.

Gray swallowed hard and nodded, wiping sweat from his brow. “Y-Yeah…God that was so hot…Goddamn, Red…" He gasped for breath for another moment before asking, “Do you mind if we switch? I feel like I'm gonna pass out. Fuck, we should've done this sooner…" he repeated.

It took a moment or two to move around, Scarlett literally unfolding herself, her legs falling limp at his sides while together they slowly, carefully moved so that he was laying on his back on the couch and she was straddling his hips. His cock still throbbed inside her, though not as intensely as before, as he came down from his own mind-blowing climax. The vixen finally gave up on the hoodie and took it off so she could cool down, feeling the heat as much as he was.

She liked being in this position, even if she was so petite that it was difficult to straddle his hips for very long. But she still loved this position because it gave her the chance to see and appreciate as much of him as she could, and especially take pride in knowing that she had made him feel so much pleasure that it left him breathless and unable to speak for a good while.

But she was still curious…

“I don't get it," she thought out loud. “You came inside me just last night, and I know you masturbated in the shower with me this morning. How did you have so much cum in you that…oh! Oh my God, I can feel it coming out of me!"

Gray opened his eyes wide. “Are you serious?! Already? How?" he asked, finally catching his breath. “But the knot…"

“I know," she said, just as mystified as he was. His knot was supposed to keep every drop of cum inside her until he pulled out, and that knot was still fully formed…but that didn't change the fact that wolf cum was already trickling out of her. She reached back behind her to check, running her fingers around her stretched slit, and when she lifted her hand for both of them to see, sure enough, there was his cum, seeping out of her and onto the cushions.

“Seriously, how did you have that much pent up?!"

“Fuck, you got me," he confessed. “Maybe this whole thing was so hot that…I dunno, is it possible for the body to make that much cum in just a few hours?"

She smiled down at him, making a show of sucking the cum off her fingers just to see his reaction. His pupils dilated a little, the predatory gaze flashed across his eyes for just a moment, but he collapsed back again, too winded to do anything about it. This was interesting.

Definitely filing that away for later, she thought. Was the sight of her licking his cum off her own fingers that enticing to him? Clearly, they needed to talk about sex more openly and more often.

At last, she laid her tired, aching body flat on top of his, sinking into him like a firm pillow and feeling his heart still pounding inside his chest. Scarlett let out a contented sigh, surprised at herself that she wasn't even a little embarrassed that his cum was currently leaking out of her despite the knot that was supposed to keep it all in. Seriously, how did he make that much cum? she wondered again.

“So," she asked, “I'm guessing we'll be doing this again sometime?"

“Oh, we're definitely doing this again sometime," he said without hesitation. “This…this is the one time where I do not mind being the Big Bad Wolf." He let out a contented groan of his own. “Babe, you looked so hot wearing just that hoodie and nothing else. I'll never be able to look at it the same way ever again."

She smiled, cuddling closer into his thick, soft fur and loving that she had that kind of power over such a big and powerful male, and that power just so happened to be her favorite item of clothing. Her earlier fears and anxieties were long forgotten now, and she felt she could be fully honest:

“I loved it when you basically folded me in half just to get your cock in deeper," she purred. “That was so hot."

“I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked worriedly. She was quick to dispel his concern.

“Not at all. I might be sore for a bit," she said with a little wince, finally feeling the aftereffects of the furious pounding she'd just received, “But I'm not hurt." She wiggled her hips a bit, frowning as she felt his knot already starting to deflate…but she was secretly thrilled at the image of all that cum gushing out of her when he finally pulled out.

The idea came to her quicker than her orgasms had. She quickly sat back up and leaned back on her arms, waiting just another minute or two before trying to lift her hips off his shrinking knot and softening cock. Finally, with a squelching “pop" she was free, and she reached one hand down to spread her pussy lips to give him a display he would not soon forget: his still warm cum flooding out of her body and dripping onto his lower torso. Scarlett sighed in satisfaction as he groaned with renewed desire.

“Fuck, Scarlett," he gasped. “We definitely should've done this sooner."

“Definitely," she agreed, looking down her body at the wolf cum dripping out of her pussy and onto her boyfriend's stomach. “Hey, honey? I think I like creampies now."

“I'll give you as many creampies as you want if you keep showing 'em off like that," Gray promised. Then he frowned. “I'd give anything to be able to cum inside you again like that, but I don't think that's physically possible right now."

“You could always finger me, like earlier," she suggested. “With all this cum in here, no need for lube."

“Are you still horny after all that?"

“Are you not?"

“No, I am. Believe me, the spirit is willing, but the flesh is…not cooperating," he said with a glare at his own cock. The wolf paused, then a naughty look crossed his face. “Play with yourself."

“What?" she blinked in surprise.

“Watching you suck my cum off your fingers was hot as fuck. You know I love watching you touch yourself…so do it. Play with yourself, Red." He shifted a little under her, bringing his hands down to her hips to hold her in place. “Touch yourself some more…"

“You're such a bad wolfie," she teased, feeling more confident now than she'd ever felt in bed with him. She swirled one finger around her outer lips, picking up some sticky cum along the way. “You want to watch me suck more cum off my fingers? Slick up my fingers and rub my clit with it? Maybe push it back in my pussy with my fingers…?"

His groan and the feeling of his cock jump a little against her ass was all the answer she needed. She started with the sticky cum on her finger, bringing it up and wrapping her lips around it, moaning softly as she sucked on it, savoring the taste on her tongue. It wasn't bad. Maybe next time she sucked his cock, she'd swallow instead of pulling back to let him cum on her face or chest. Yeah, that sounded hot, too.

Leaning back a little more, she scooped up some of the cooling cum off his stomach and brought it back up to her lower lips, rubbing it around in circles before doing as she promised and pushing it back inside her. She threw her head back in pleasure, letting out a groan as she fingered herself, still slick with the cum that remained inside. The naughty, squelching sounds she made as she finger-fucked herself and the moans escaping her throat already had him hard again. The vixen, however, locked eyes with her boyfriend, who was watching her eagerly, his hands gripping her hips which meant only one thing…

“Ohh Gray," she cooed, pausing to stretch open her slit again, “My fingers are too short. Would you like to make sure your cum stays good and deep inside me? Do you want to make me cum again? Let's wake the neighbors."

She whispered the last sentence, but he didn't need that to move three of his fingers to her opening and start furiously fingering her again. Scarlett groaned louder, smiling wide. She could feel his fully erect cock between her ass cheeks now. Whether or not he had another load in him remained to be seen, but she knew exactly what they would be doing for the rest of the night…and maybe it would involve her red hoodie again.