"Riding" Hood, Part 7
"Riding" Hood, Part 7
By Logan Greypaw
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* Explicit furry erotica (18+)
* Original story and setting
* Wolf anthros, humans
* M/F, H/M - graphic sex scenes
* Drama, violence, bondage, themes of breeding & impregnation
(Part 7 of ongoing story)
This is my take on the classic Red Riding Hood Story, with a few twists; for starters, the wolf is female! This isn't your traditional fairytale; there's going to be fighting, fucking and some kinky stuff. Hope you guys like it!
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Kara stirred from sleep, sensing movement. She cracked open her eyes, and looked down towards her chest, to see that she was lying on her side, and spooning a blonde human, much smaller than herself. The human pressed his cool, naked body into her warmer fur, and she remembered how they'd arrived here.
Her story had lasted long into the night, and Hood was already yawning by the time she was halfway through. When it was over, the cave was dark, save for the pale blue glow of the crystal formations, and with no bedding or blankets, Kara had urged the human to curl up with her for warmth.
Now, the light of morning was filtering through the wall-of-water created by the waterfall at the mouth of the cavern, and she had to decide what to do next.
She brought her right paw up to rub her eyes, but as she brought it close to her face, the lingering scent of hood's maleness danced on her palate. It brought her back to the events last night, when she'd reduced him to a quivering wreck of pleasure.
Yet he had been so polite, almost thankful for her touch, and with this thought came a warmth that burned in her cheeks. In her chest, she felt an all-too-familiar excitement that crept down her body, to her tummy, her hips, her…
She shook her head and blinked to try and focus. That brought a pang of regret, for that excitement was the reason why she was here, and, if she was honest, why she was a danger to the man.
“Miss Kara?" Hood said, half-speaking, half-breathing the words as he woke up.
“Kara," she corrected. He smiled in response, shuffling backwards into her body. He tilted his head back, stopping at an angle where he would've just been able to see her.
“I like you," he said, rubbing his eyes.
“I like you too," she replied, yet though it was not intentional, the words had a mournful edge to them. Kara rolled away from him, onto her back, to face the roof of the cavern. Hood sat up, stretching his arms, opening up his smooth-skinned flat chest, and yawned. When he was done, he swivelled around to face her, sitting cross-legged.
“What's wrong?" he asked.
Kara didn't quite know how to explain things to him; she had hoped that he might've got the idea from the violent images in her story, but either he hadn't, or he had chosen to ignore the underlying message.
“Tell me-“
“-you have to leave," she said, interrupting him. “And I'm sorry."
The two of them remained silent for a moment, until Hood spoke up.
“Why?"
Kara pushed herself up to a sitting posture, then turned to face him. It wasn't easy for her, but she thought it best to be direct.
“You listened to my story," she said.
Hood nodded.
“Then you know that some of those wolves, perhaps many of them, are out in the forest right now? That they intend to catch me and, well, you know."
Hood nodded again.
“That doesn't seem like a problem to you?" she said, the exasperation clear in her voice.
Hood cocked his head to the side.
“But they have to catch you first. And you're so strong! You beat up that other stinky wolf who jumped me, back on the road."
His faith in her was touching, even though they'd just met. Still, she folded her arms.
“Sorry, Hood, but Kalrath was just a runt. Rantan, Vargas, they're the real thing."
“But, but…" Hood said. Kara could only watch, powerless, as the top lip quivered on his pretty, girlish face. Tears started to well in his eyes, and he lowered his gaze to look at the ground, sniffling. “I don't care about that," he said.
Kara felt her heart almost burst, seeing just how earnest he was. It was adorable, but it was also a problem. She couldn't take him with her; that she knew. He was healed, now, and she needed him to go his own way.
She hardened her expression and took a deep breath.
“Hood, you can't come with me. I need to stay ahead of those wolves and you're going to weigh me down. What would you do if one of them found us? Cry? Scream?"
The moment the words escaped her muzzle, she felt she might've gone too far. Hood seemed like someone who was being stepped on by everyone else, and adding herself to that list was painful, but it was for his own good.
He looked back up at her. His face was red, with tears moistening his cheeks. His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open, and she fought the urge to hug him.
He sniffed and wiped his face, then seemed to regain some composure.
“I'll go," he whimpered.
“Straight home," she said. “The swim out of here should wash off much of my scent on you, so you ought to be fine."
She stood up, and motioned for him to get to his feet. He followed her to the water's edge.
“What do I do if one of those wolves find me?" he asked, in a small voice that barely registered above the sound of rushing water.
“They're not looking for you," she said. “If your clothes are still outside, douse them all in the water. Wear your boots, but walk home naked."
He jumped at the suggestion.
“Naked?" he exclaimed.
Kara nodded.
“Those wolves; they've come here with a purpose, remember? It's best they know you can't be bred, and if you're naked, that'll speak for itself."
Hood took the steps down to the water, as Kara explained that the current would wash him out once he got deep enough. She watched as his naked form disappeared beneath the surface, inch-by-inch, until he was treading water, bobbing up and down in the middle of the pool.
He turned around, and shouted something, but even with her lupine ears, Kara couldn't hear his words. She shrugged, prompting him to take a deep breath, and at the top of his lungs, he yelled,
“Will I see you again?"
Kara bit her lip.
“No," she said, shaking her head.
Hood backed away, then plunged his head forward, and in a flurry of white water, Kara saw his back, then his butt, and finally his feet disappeared, kicking a frenzy.
There were a few bubbles that popped on the surface, and just like that, he was gone.
Kara felt her resolve leave just as quickly, and she collapsed to the ground. Once again, she found herself on her back, staring at the ceiling of the cave as a lump formed in her throat.
[i]It's for the best[/i], she told herself over and over. She turned her head, resting the side of her muzzle against the rocky ground…
Then, something cut through her emotional turmoil like a razor; a powerful, primal scent that stirred her heart. She blinked, focusing on the ground next to her nose, and spotted something, a pale, white-coloured streak on the stone surface.
This is where she'd spilled Hood's seed last night, or at least, this is where it had landed.
In her emotionally addled state, that scent, that smell of maleness was like some kind of wonderful drug. Moving as if on its own, her body rolled over, and Kara found herself on all fours, nose-to-the-ground, her ass presented to the empty air, tail raised high. Kara dragged air into her nostrils, as if she were filled with an insatiable greed.
Her nose followed the streak upward, and she crawled forward until she found the largest remnant of it, dried and useless, but stronger in scent. The first drag caused her eyes to roll back into their sockets, and she arched her body downwards until she felt her pendulous breasts come into contact with the cold stone floor; her erect nipples smarting from the sudden abrasion.
There was no time to check to make sure Hood hadn't come back, or that she was definitely alone. There was no hint of concern, no shred of decency, as she licked her right paw, tasting some of what was left from last night, and ran it down her muzzle, touching her neck, and drawing a line through her cleavage. There was no attempt to seem demure, or presentable, as it passed her breastbone, or as a finger circled her navel. There were no cursory words of apology as her paw passed her waist and danced over her mound, already feeling the heat beneath.
And when her fingers reached her nethers, feeling her lips, swollen, almost dripping wet with her juices, there was no surrender; only a need that she was joyfully going to satisfy.
The fingers of her paw delved between those lips, already bringing a pleasure that rolled through her body like a wave, until it escaped her muzzle in a powerful moan that drowned out the sound of the water. Eager to explore the sensitivity of her heat, she walked her fingers up her folds, until she brushed against something so sensitive that it made her back convulse. She rolled to her side, then pushed herself onto her rear. She scooched backwards, until she was sitting propped up against the bare stone cave wall. She pulled in her knees, then planted her footpaws far apart, opening her thighs wide for her attentions.
Now safe from simply falling over, she set about herself. Her left paw kneaded her large left breast, much larger than one paw could reasonably grip, as her right went back to stroking her sex, bringing about heavy breaths and moans of pleasure. She teased herself, feeling her arousal rise, then she would relax, letting it simmer, before repeating this once more, edging herself over and over again, going slightly higher each time, until she felt the first hint of release.
For the second time, her body moved as if of its own volition. She curled forward and pushed herself off the wall with her left paw. She fell forward until she landed on all fours, ass up, burying her nose in the scent of Hood's seminal release. She pushed her right paw back to between her thighs, then brought her index and forefingers together, and just for a moment, she imagined it; this was a dick, a dick she wanted, one that was going to release white-hot cum deep into her and quell her heat.
Then, she thrust her fingers into herself, feeling her opening part, and in just a few moments of jerking them back and forth like a mate's thrusting, she felt her whole lower body tense up. She squirmed around, shaking her ass left and right, unable to escape from her own paw; her perfect, heat-stirring dick.
She dragged in that scent from the ground, and held her breath.
Her nethers tightened, her footpaws curled, and her teeth clenched as the pleasure gave way to a powerful release that wracked her body in waves of sheer delight. She inhaled and exhaled in great breaths, shuddering with each wave until it passed, leaving her skin tingly, even on her arms and legs, and she was forced to remove her paw from her sex, worried that any further touch would cause her to pass out.
Instead, she flopped onto her side, landing with a dull thud on the stone ground, and curled up, bringing her knees into her chest, and remained here for several minutes, feeling absolutely spent.
Kara was well experienced in bringing about her own release. She wasn't even a virgin, though she had only taken males when she was not in heat. Still, this was different. Nayruth had told her, even when she was young, how her heat would be like a force of nature; that this was a gift from the goddess, and not to be underestimated. She admitted to herself, lying here panting in this cave, that she had never quite understood that before.
She brought a trembling paw up to her eyes, able to see the copious amount of her juices that mottled its fur. The sight of it prompted her, at least in her mind, to thank Hood for his 'gift'.
But Hood was gone, she was alone, and she was still as naked as the day she was born. It was time to work out what she was going to do next.
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[center]By Logan Greypaw[/center]
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