Pig the Red Riding Hood and Wolf The Hunter (10)(PigxWolf)
Fifteen years later, Samantha was the caretaker of an orphanage. When the support money stopped coming, she ran out of cash and the children were starving. She met Joshua again, who was now a full-time hunter. After she owed him money for food many times and it became a problem, Joshua offered her a deal: her "body" in exchange for "food" to feed the children.
The Hunter's Stall
At the Meat Plaza
At the Meat Plaza, Joshua held a rolled cigarette clamped in the corner of his jaw. With one hand, he raised his cleaver high—its blade gleaming, its edge razor-sharp. He brought it down with a heavy hack, splitting a massive venison haunch into neat portions.
On a weekday afternoon, the foot traffic was far sparser than in the morning. It was a predictable lull. Most of the customers who showed up now were either picking up pre-orders or were regulars.
He hadn't been to the orphanage all week. An unusually high volume of orders for fresh meat and wild game had flooded his stall, leaving him with barely a moment to himself. The Serpent family was hosting a grand banquet, and several retail shops and bakeries had specifically requested his stock this week. He had only just managed to fulfill the final order today.
Samantha’s shadow fell across Joshua’s counter, but the wolf knew she was there before she even arrived. He had caught her scent slicing through the heavy air of raw meat, fish brine, and the sweat of the marketplace vendors.
He didn’t look up right away, even though the sow’s shadow lingered over him for a long moment. He let her wait. There was a certain satisfaction in the fact that he hadn't gone to her, forcing her to come to him instead.
"You haven't been delivering," Samantha initiated, prompting the wolf to finally raise his eyes from the pile of meat.
The sow wore a light grey dress—the formal attire of the orphanage staff—and held her old wicker basket. Her head was covered in a deep maroon hood that complemented her hair and complexion, though he personally thought she looked better in her proper white dress.
"Well, look who managed to slip away," the wolf muttered, plucking the cigarette from his mouth and tucking it behind his ear.
"I just took on an apprentice," Samantha replied.
The wolf shrugged. "Congratulations." Then, a practiced, business-like smile spread across his snout as his eyes flicked over her appraisingly past the butchered meat. "What are you looking for today?"
Samantha didn't answer immediately. Instead, she glanced around. A river-otter vendor was busy scraping scales off a fish, a pair of bear cubs were trying to reach a jar of honey, and a few rabbits were whispering nearby. No one was paying attention to either of them. Even so, she lowered her voice to a quiet murmur.
"Can I take a look at the stock in the back?" Samantha looked up at the wolf through her lashes, her gaze so heavy with sudden seduction it made him catch his breath.
Damn it... is she doing this on purpose? She acts so modest in front of everyone... but what the hell is running through her head?
Joshua’s business smile vanished, replaced by a dark, toothy grin—the look of a predator locking eyes with its prey.
"Ordering a special cut, are we?" he purred, lifting the wooden counter flap that barred the entrance. "Step inside, then."
The wolf stepped aside to let Samantha pass.
The hem of her hood brushed against him slightly, the fabric rustling as she walked by. As she crossed his threshold, he reached out and gripped the base of her neck to guide her into the leather tent at the back of the stall. Her entire body tensed at the touch.
The wolf's large paw slowly stroked down from the nape of her neck, tracing her spine down to just above her plush hips, applying just enough pressure to urge her forward. He followed her inside and pulled the tent flap shut, sealing them away from the world.
*
Out front at the Meat Plaza, Joshua’s stall —Tried and Trusted since 1809—now bore a wooden sign that read: "CLOSED." Several customers paused to read it before walking away. Joshua was losing a fair bit of coin today.
In the back, heavy wooden crates stacked chest-high formed a narrow, dim corridor. The only illumination came from the faint light bleeding through the seams of the tent and a single lantern burning atop an old wooden table.
The heavy, ragged breathing of a wolf and a sow filled the enclosed space, punctuated by the wet, bruising sound of a savage kiss.
Joshua was seated on his usual stool, his back resting against a crate. His trousers, belt still threaded through the loops, were pooled around his ankles. Samantha sat astride his lap, her cotton skirt bunched up around her hips. They were locked together, chest to chest, the sow's tongue thrusting deep into the wolf's mouth. She tasted intoxicatingly sweet, her arousal thick in the air, blinding his senses.
Joshua’s claws dug in, kneading the heavy flesh of her hips as Samantha rode him, shifting her weight up and down.
"Samantha—fuck, Samantha," he gasped, his voice a gravelly growl. "You really are a filthy sow."
The wolf shoved his hands beneath her skirt. With one fluid, powerful motion, he hooked her knees and hauled her closer, locking their hips tight against each other.
She let out a strangled whimper, slamming her weight down, meeting each upward thrust of his body. Her nails dug into his back through his cotton undershirt. He held her by the waist, pulling her down onto him and letting her rise, over and over, in a rhythm that was brutal, animalistic, and utterly perfect.
He hissed through his teeth. "You're all I’ve been thinking about," he snarled. "Your face, your tits, your cunt, your scent."
The words had barely left his muzzle before Joshua grabbed her face, crushing her lips against his in a bruising kiss, his hips driving into her in a relentless, rapid blur.
"Joshua..." Samantha gasped his name against his mouth, her lips never truly parting from his. It was impossible to tell if she was begging him to stop or to take more.
The lantern light cast their shadows starkly against the leather tent. Joshua’s massive shadow completely engulfed hers as he drove into her one last time, twice, and then it was over. He buried his snout into her shoulder, stifling a raw roar that he knew would draw the attention of the entire marketplace.
When the tremors subsided, he held her close for a quiet moment before gently lifting her off his lap and setting her down on a nearby crate. He stood, pulling up his trousers, and grabbed a rag to wipe his hands.
The wolf disappeared into the shadows for a moment while Samantha weakly adjusted her clothes, her breath rattling in her chest, her hands trembling.
Joshua returned with a wooden bowl. He pinched a small piece of dried meat and placed it between her lips, his thumb lingering to caress her mouth.
"How is it?" he asked.
"Soft. A bit bland," Samantha replied after chewing and swallowing.
"Jerky," Joshua said, taking a piece for himself. "I made it tender enough for the children."
"The children will be pleased," Samantha said. Joshua simply shrugged.
The sow smoothed her hair, pulled her maroon hood over her head, and tied the straps securely. She turned to check her appearance, using the broad, polished blade of his large cleaver hanging from the post as a mirror.
"I must go. The carriage arrives in fifteen minutes, and I need time to walk there," Samantha said, reaching for her basket.
"When am I seeing you again?" he asked, buckling his belt.
"When you come to deliver the meat," she answered quickly.
"Not like that," Joshua corrected. "I mean, when do I get to fuck you again? That new apprentice of yours means I can't just barge in during the day."
Samantha’s face flushed crimson. She had only just been taken, and already he was demanding the next appointment.
"You can come at night. Rhea doesn't stay overnight at the orphanage."
"Perfect."
Joshua escorted Samantha out. The sow offered one last adjustment to her clothes and hood before stepping onto the street, quickly losing herself in the swelling crowd. He watched her every step, never blinking, until she finally lost herself in the swelling crowd and vanished from his sight.
He turned back, flipped the sign to "OPEN," and went to grab more stock from the back.
As he stepped back out, a sharp, high-pitched whistle pierced the air. He recognized it instantly. The fur along the wolf’s spine stood on end—a primal jolt he hadn't felt in a long time.
He turned toward the blind spot at the side of his stall.
Mav, his younger wolf cousin, was leaning lazily against a support beam, his eyes heavy with knowing amusement.
"Wow," Mav drawled, a smirk cutting across his snout. "It really is that pig girl, isn't it?"