The Big Bad Wolf

Samantha had only just truly realized that Joshua was a big bad wolf.

But she realized it a little too late. Her eyes were finally opened only when she was already stripped bare, on all fours upon his bed, inside his cabin.

The bed creaked and groaned like an old carriage traveling down a rugged road, making an embarrassing sound with every single movement. The wolf, however, didn’t seem to care in the slightest. Joshua thrust into her relentlessly from behind, both of his hands firmly locking her hips in place, his fingers pressing so hard into her flesh that it dimpled beneath his grip. Every ounce of his driving force sent Samantha’s stomach scraping against the pillow propped beneath her before he pulled her back to grind against his thighs, forcing his cock as deep inside her as it could possibly go.

The entire room was thick with the musk of wolf and pig, the scent of sweat and pheromones. A single window above was left open, framing the forest outside where the apple trees bowed and swayed against the force of the wind.

“Sweetheart,” the wolf growled low in his throat. He snapped his hips forward so hard that Samantha’s vision blurred from the sheer fullness and ecstasy of it. She could barely catch her breath; every gasp for air melted into a desperate, helpless moan.

Even though her body was well-acquainted with Joshua’s size, this time felt entirely different. It was as if he had finally unleashed his true nature—one that was twice as powerful and twice as insatiably ravenous. She felt as though the wolf was driving his existence into her so deeply that it pierced right through the mattress, the bed frame, and into the floorboards beneath them.

The inside of Joshua’s bedroom, sitting right at the edge of the woods, felt utterly isolated. It contained only the bed, a clothes rack, and a wooden table cluttered with hand-tools for repairing guns and sharpening knives. Above a stool, a rifle rested on a shelf. His boots were faded and heavily scuffed from rocks and the tracks of the beasts he had hunted. In any other moment of her life, Samantha might have found the space lonely, but this time, with the wolf's shaft buried inside her, the room felt far too cramped to contain the two of them.

“Say my name,” Joshua panted, his muzzle pressed flush against the nape of her neck as he exhaled his hot breath. “Dear fucking Samantha”

“Joshua—” she submitted, but the name came out broken and fragmented, utterly disrupted by the relentless rhythm of his continuous lovemaking.

The wolf answered with a low, rumbling growl in his throat, a sound that vibrated straight down her spine. He slowed his pace, one hand reaching down to grab Samantha’s small tail, holding it to anchor her position before grinding his hips in a slow, agonizingly torturous circle. Then, he slammed back into her with a sudden force that sent his cock hitting her absolute deepest spot. The exquisite blend of ache and ecstasy made the sow cry out in a moan she could no longer suppress.

“Again—” he demanded, his voice turning ragged at the end of the sentence.

“Joshua… ah, Joshua” she tried to speak, but it broke apart, slipping out as a whimpering whine.

Joshua loved it; she could tell by the way his entire body tensed and hardened against her. If they were back at the orphanage, where the walls were thin wood and packed with children, they could never have done this. But out here in this hunter’s cabin, no one would ever hear the lust-filled noises they were tearing out of each other.

He made love to her even harder, the bed rocking violently beneath their combined weight. Every collision sent a shudder through the entire frame. The joints of the bed shrieked, and the headboard rattled frantically against the wall in a mad rhythm.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so damn long, fuck.” Joshua panted, and then he howled—not a loud howl, but a low, dirty, primal sound.

He leaned all his weight down onto her, the fur of his chest scraping against her bare back, before burying his muzzle into her shoulder to lick and bite. His tongue was rough, his breath scalding hot. She could feel the sharp edges of his fangs brushing against her skin. They were large and razor-sharp; the wolf could easily snap her neck with a single bite. But he didn't—he preferred to consume her alive like this.

Joshua had tried to coax her to his cabin many times before, but she had always refused to leave the children behind. This time, however, he had succeeded.

“You are… a bad, cunning wolf, Joshua.”

Yes. He was a bad, cunning wolf.

Joshua had come by to deliver supplies this morning. He arrived with the items Samantha had ordered, along with a wicker basket overflowing with large carrots and radishes—fresh vegetables that still had bits of soil clinging to their roots, looking as though they had just been pulled from the patch.

He had extended an offer that made Samantha’s eyes light up: he had just harvested a massive amount of fruits and vegetables, and there were still plenty left hanging on the branches at his cabin. Joshua told Samantha she could have first pick, and whatever she gathered from the trees would be completely free—she just had to make the trip to his place.

Samantha had believed him and followed him out. The sow had pictured the children getting incredibly excited over sweet, ripe, fresh fruit. She wouldn’t have to turn the little animals away when they held up their plates asking for a second helping of dessert, and she wouldn’t have to tell them ever again that the sweet treats were strictly limited.

When they arrived at the hunter's cabin, everything Joshua had said turned out to be true. The baskets were full of carrots and radishes, and the apple and pear trees were heavily weighed down with fruit.

After letting Samantha admire the abundant harvest for a brief moment, Joshua told her to follow him inside the house to grab a basket for gathering the fruit...

“You are… my little tempting sow,” the wolf grunted, kneading her plump hips with his claws.

“Look at this body of yours, fuck. I want to keep you locked up in here day and night.” With those words, he slid his arms beneath her breasts, lifting her up until the sow’s back was pressed flush against his broad chest. He pounded into her, and by now, the sounds tearing from her throat were pure, unadulterated bliss, stripped of all shame, stripped of everything except the primal need to be filled. Joshua’s claws gripped Samantha’s chin, forcing her face around to meet his before he crushed his lips over hers in a bruising kiss.

The kiss. That was how it had all started.

The moment she had stepped into his room, Joshua had shut the door, the sharp click of the lock echoing in the dead silence. She had turned around and only to find his face mere inches from hers.

Then, he began to kiss her, hard and heavy.

She tried to push him away, but he wouldn't budge, completely consumed by desire. His hands slid up along her sides, slipping right beneath her blouse.

“Joshua, I—” Before Samantha could even finish, he pinned her flat against the wall.

Then he kissed her again. Gentler this time, and she found herself kissing him right back.

Half-forcing and half-guiding her, the wolf dragged her over to the bed, pushing her down onto the mattress before dropping to his knees in front of her. His hands gathered her skirt, bunching it up as he ducked right underneath it.

The sow tried to protest. “Joshua, I have to get back soon to make lunch for the children—”

But Joshua didn’t seem to care. She heard his muffled grunts from beneath the fabric before feeling his lips kissing their way up her thighs, climbing higher and higher until he reached her honey-pot.

Joshua's tongue lapped at the sweet nectar from her pot. The sheer sensation of his touch sent a violent shiver through Samantha. She tried to lift herself up, but he pinned her down with a heavy pressure—a firm reminder that resistance was entirely futile.

In the end, Samantha surrendered completely, letting Joshua greedily devour her honey-pot, letting herself wail out the kind of loud, shameless groans she would never dare utter in the caretaker's room.

*

In the late morning, the sky was bright and clear with a light scattering of white clouds. Two egrets glided across the road, heading toward the treetops at the edge of the woods.

Joshua pushed the wooden cart, which was packed to the brim with provisions. The sheer weight of the harvest caused the wheels to grind heavily into the dirt road, leaving deep tracks behind them. The pile of produce looked almost obscurely excessive: apples gleamed a bright, rosy red; the plump pears shone like golden orbs; carrots protruded in rough, orange bundles; and the fresh radishes still held glistening beads of morning dew. There was enough here to feed an entire village, let alone twelve children. The kids wouldn't be able to finish it all before it spoiled; Samantha would have to find a way to preserve these fruits and vegetables.

Normally, he would have taken at least half of this haul to sell at the town market, or traded it with the monkey laborers for a new pair of boots and lamp oil. But this time, he needed to make amends for what he had done to Samantha. The wolf was using this bounty to pay for his sins, pleading guilty to his crimes on all counts. Even so, he didn't regret a single thing he had done.

Samantha sat atop the cart, her body turned toward Joshua, but her face was pointed sharply in the opposite direction. She rested her head on her arms against the cart, utterly silent. Joshua knew she was throwing a tantrum and refusing to look at him.

He cleared his throat. “We, uh... we’re making really good time. I guarantee we’ll be back way earlier than expected.”

The female pig didn’t answer.

The wolf scrambled to find more words. “These apples, you can turn them into pies, — or jam if you want. There’s plenty here, definitely enough for all the kids. And the pears—the children are going to be thrilled. Just picture the looks on those goat twins' faces.”

Still, there was no response.

He kept rambling. “Listen, since we're ahead of schedule, you'll have plenty of time to cook. And I’ll help you prepare the meal, too. That way, you'll get to sit down and rest.”

The rhythmic rattling of the wheels against the ground served as Samantha's only reply. She remained quiet for a long while—so quiet that Joshua started to get anxious.

“Samantha—” the wolf tried once more.

“You lured me out just to trap me. You are a rotten, bastard wolf, Joshua,” Samantha finally spoke to him, still without turning her head, but the sound of her voice brought a wave of relief over Joshua.

“Yeah. I’m a rotten bastard wolf.” he confessed, his tone carrying full admission of guilt but absolutely zero regret. At that exact moment, Samantha turned her face back toward him, her cheek still resting against her arm.

“Otherwise, how else would I have the guts to take a breeding sow to bed?” Joshua added with a sly, wicked grin, using his claw to affectionately tap Samantha's cheek.

The sow let out a sharp huff through her snout. “You are incredibly cunning.”

“But it was great, wasn’t it, Samantha?” The wolf called her name as if it were sweet nectar.

“You loved it. I loved it. We both got exactly what we wanted. Damn it, Samantha. I love you.”

She stared at him, the color of her face deepening.

“You’ve said that a lot today,” Samantha said, a small smile playing on her lips.

“Well, this is the first time I’m saying it outside of the bed,” Joshua bared his fangs in a grin, leaning over to press a deep kiss against her cheek.