Read part one of the new erotica series Annie: The Wolf’s Little Girl below or check it out for free on Amazon.

A carnal rewrite of the classic Little Red Riding Hood, read the story of Annie and the wolf, who seduces the innocent young girl after meeting her in the forest on the way to her grandmother’s house.

Look out for parts two and three on sale soon!

-Corsica

 

Annie

Taken by the Wolf

Part 1 of The Wolf’s Little Girl

Annie stepped into the warm sunlight of the clearing. She knelt by the stream that rolled gently through the rocky hills, pausing for a moment to rest on the way to her Grandmother’s cabin. She washed her hands in the stream, getting lost in the gentle pull of the stream, almost fascinated by it, she wondered what it’d be like to be taken by a force so powerful she could completely lose herself. Lost in the babble of the stream, she was taken by surprise when a rough, gravely voice rose up from behind her.

“Hello little girl.”

When she turned to face the figure, she first felt fear. Before her stood, on two legs, a towering wolf, with dark fur, glowering yellow eyes, and fangs that dripped with saliva. His chest was bare and he wore tight white khakis.

“Hello.” She eyed the figure with curious innocence, his strong arms, his muscular thighs. And Annie felt something not so innocent well up inside her when her eyes found the bulge between the wolf’s legs. Her eyes opened wide. The wolf grinned above her. Annie could feel something too. She could feel the sheer bestial lust that emanated from the wolf. The primal force.

“What are you doing all alone in these woods, little girl?”

“I’m Annie, by the way. I’m on the way to my Grandmother’s cabin, to bring her these things.”

Annie’s voice was nearly choked in her throat. She didn’t want to admit that she wanted this wolf deeply. Her mother would not approve in the slightest. She thought it best to hurry along to the cabin, and try to forget about the wolf all together. She got up and began back down the path.

“You can call me Wolf. I can see you’re in a hurry. Be seeing you, I hope.”

Annie could feel the wolf’s eyes on her ass as it shimmied in the long red hood she wore, and she had to stop herself from swishing it for him ever so slightly. The rest of the walk to the cabin, Annie tried, but failed, to keep the wolf from her mind, from imagining him between her legs.

Little Red Riding hood approached the door of her Grandmother’s cabin. She thought about the wolf, and how much she liked him. She thought about the way his big wet tongue lolled about in his mouth. It sent a shivering warmth down somewhere Annie hadn’t felt before.

She recognized these feelings for what they were, and she gulped down a thick bile of shame. She was supposed to protect her virginity until the man who she was to marry took it on their wedding night. But still she felt that rebellious trickle turned to whirlpool when she thought of the wolf. His glowering, gluttonous eyes. How they greedily eyed her purity. How they warned of a smoldering wish to defile. Barbaric, animal, suffocating. And so beautiful they were.

The sunlight warmed a bloom of flowers along the wall of the cabin. They sat open to it, drinking in all of it’s energy, so exposed, and beautiful in their vulnerability. Annie tried to sober from her daydream, and knocked on the door.

“Grandmother?”

“Come in dear.” the voice was distant, in the back of the cabin, and it rolled along a gravel path as it wound into her ears.

“Grandmother, what a deep voice you have.” She called back, opening the door. The cabin was dark, and the sunlight lit a corridor that stretched into the back of the cabin. She closed it behind her and crept towards the back.

“A cold my dear. Come to my room.” The voice was a rocky sing-song. It was the promise of fruit after a long climb.

Annie darkened the entrance to the room at the end of the hall, casting a shadow that engulfed the silhouette in the bed. She noticed two enormous eyes, like full moons, lined in the dark black. She spoke nervously, a whisper.

“Grandmother. What terrible eyes you have.”

“All the better to see you with, my dear.” It was a low voice, almost a growl. Annie was afraid, but still crept closer to the bed.

“And what big ears you have.” Her voice cracked in her throat. Her eyes locked with the yellow moons that hung above the bed.

“All the better to hear you coming, my dear.” Annie heard a faint slurping noise, the sound of wet lips smacking together, hungry, starving.

“And what a long tongue you have.”

“All the better to taste your innocent flesh!” The voice was a tremendous thundering roar that boomed across the room. Annie let out a shriek of fear when the silhouette sprung from the bed. The shadow of it engulfed her, and she saw those moon like eyes, terrible and ferocious come closer and closer until they were all she could see, and she felt sharp claws dig into her back and coarse hair press against the cloth of her dress.

And she could smell his animal scent.

“Taste me then, wolf.” She let out as a cautious whisper, still afraid, but entirely intoxicated in the wolf’s tremendous embrace. She looked up into the eyes that stared down at her like an animal that finally had it’s prey in it’s grasp. Like an animal that knew it was about to feast. She could feel the hot breath he panted onto her face.

She closed her eyes as the wolf kissed her. His long tongue licking the insides of her mouth, hers finding the edges of sharp teeth.

“What big fangs you have, wolf.” She breathed as he nibbled her neck playfully.

“All the better to devour you.” He ran a long claw up the side of her dress, She could feel the threads popping and the cold sharp claw on her side, teasing the cut.

She was naked, and as he picked her up she felt the bristle of his coat and the strong sinewy muscle underneath as he laid her on the soft bed. Once there the wolf explored her fully. With his strong clawed hands he toyed with edges of her shoulders and with his wet and panting mouth he starting licking her breasts and continued his pursuit down, down, down.

She turned her head to the side, an exasperated moan escaping her as he gently played the edge of his tongue and teeth along her gap. She saw her grandmother’s nightcap on the nightstand. She remembered how her mother and grandmother had tried so hard to make her into such a good little girl, pure and innocent. She remembered the flowers that had not yet begun to bloom but a month ago. The wolf worked his tongue faster now. Waves of pleasure spilled over the feelings of shame. Cooling them, catalyzing the two feelings into something new, something bad, something terrible and at the same time something so paralyzingly exciting. Her mothers voice worked it’s way in despite the pleasure. Only dirty sluts lose their virginity before marriage, you aren’t a dirty slut are you?

“Yes.” She breathed, and worked her hands around the strong triangular head of the wolf, pulling him in closer, her hands tangled in the fur of his pelt.

Good girls don’t have sex, and you don’t want to be a bad girl do you?

“Yes.” The entrancing rhythm of his tongue left her breathing hard, and when the pleasure was at it’s peak he stopped and slowed.

Someone very bad might come along Annie, someone who might hurt you, do you want that?

“Are you ready, Annie?”

He panted for breath, and Annie panted along with him, the racing pleasure still pulsing for more within her.

“Yes.” A nervous whisper.

The wolf grinned over her. He postured himself up, and settled between her thighs. He worked one strong hand around her shoulder. She felt the pinpricks of his claws against her back. Sweat had beaded onto her stomach, stretched out below her. She dug her hands into the sheets as she awaited. Another claw wrapped around her thigh. She could feel the tip of it resting outside of her, the moisture aching within her. He used another hand to steady himself and pulled strong and firm on her shoulder, and worked his hips in. She let out a cry of pain, and squirmed against him, but was overtaken by his strength, the pain of his claws digging deeper in to her skin. Blood welled up in droplets around them. She thrust her head back against the pillow and looked at the ceiling, unable to take in the animal hunger that loomed in the eyes above her.

He was gentle and firm in working himself inside of her. She felt the warm press of his hairy thighs on her buttocks, and felt them retreat back, and come again. The pain gradually fell away, and the stinging on her shoulders and thighs began to sing. She felt it slide within her, a warm and fulfilling presence.

Annie looked down from the ceiling. Their eyes locked. She felt the full force, the full hunger of the wolf. The glowering, bestial intensity with which he took her now. She felt the sweet intoxicating warmth of it alongside the singing cold of her wounds. She felt his sharp teeth dig into her shoulder. She felt the weight of innocent lifted from her shoulders, and she moaned in exhausted triumph. She let herself be completely wrapped in his bestial vigor, the panting, thrusting, vitriolic way that he explored her, took her, overcame her and filled her.

She felt him leave and was flipped by raw strength to her stomach, and she felt the weight of him on top of her. His claws pawed viciously at her buttocks, and she felt them spread them. He entered her again, this time with even more animal lust.

All the times she had been called a good little girl, all the times she had wanted to do wrong but never did, all were crescendo to this moment. The wolf and his glorious ravaging animal strokes that sent waves of intense satisfaction up her spine. Satisfaction that bled her innocence and turned shame into steel, and regret into a racing heart that threatened to explode. She buried her head in the blankets, closing her eyes. She felt the waves begin to subside, to draw back, like a tide. There was a building in that tide, a great force that was about the be unleashed. She could hear the wolf panting and grunting above her, guttural animal noises of greed and desire.

His strokes were powerful now, and her body rocked beneath them.

The bed clambered against the wall.

The waves were gone.

Between his thrusts there was a stillness. A tremble at the far end of her feeling.

She groped for the sheets. Her knuckles were white.

The energy at the far end of the tide.

Good girl.

Her teeth clenched.

Bad girl.

“Yes.”

Good girl.

Her body tensed against him.

Slut.

“Yes.”

With one final and powerful stroke, the wolf defiled the last of her innocence. Her body froze for a moment before being sent into a convulsion of pleasure, of deep and savage release. A red heat arose from her, and he felt it grip him, and he came with her, warmth overtaking in one enormous wave, washing away all the guilt and regret and coalescing into shocking and echoing pleasure that sent fire to the farthest corners of her body and then back again.

The wolf collapsed atop her in exhaustion, and she felt his body like a warm blanket, comforting and secure. He breathed in heaves and pants and she was forced to breath between them under his crushing weight.

“Wolf.” She stroked behind his ears, and he twitched with bliss.

“Yes?”

“What did you do with my grandmother?”

“Why, I fucked her to death, my dear.”

Annie felt a cold chill run up her spine.

“Why did you do that, Wolf?”

“She wanted me to.”

Annie paused for a moment, and felt the warmth of their juices running between her legs. How she could still feel the throb of his cock against her buttocks. The slick of sweat that had drenched her. The animal ferocity of his love that consumed her.

“I want you to as well.”

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