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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Original_Work
  Relationship:
      Big_Bad_Wolf/Little_Red_Riding_Hood
  Character:
      Big_Bad_Wolf_(Little_Red_Riding_Hood), Little_Red_Riding_Hood_(Fairy
      Tale)_-_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Dom/sub
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-10-06 Words: 2125
****** Love With Urgency But Not With Haste ******
by lisachan
Summary
     Once a week, Little Red Riding Hood walks through the forest to go
     and meet her granny. On the road, she often stops to spend some time
     with the Wolf. In quite a peculiar way.
Notes
     I wrote this story on the spur of the moment, during a Fandom White
     Night, thanks to a prompt suggesting "orgasm denial" between Red and
     the Wolf. It tickled my fantasy, and of course I had to go and make
     Red the Dom, cos that's how my brain works. What can I say, I have a
     thing for topping from the bottom. (Does it count as "bottoming" if
     it's a girl doing it, too? Gosh, I am such an ignoramus.)
“Red…” the wolf can’t help but whine, clutching his hands in fists as the girl
stands on top of him, her legs barely parted. He can’t see her tight little
opening past the soft blonde hair covering it, but he can imagine it, he can
almost smell it, almost taste it on his tongue, and it’s making him crazy,
“Red, please.”
The girl smiles, her hips swinging slowly left and right. She’s teasing. Oh,
she likes to tease. She likes to tie him down and get so close he could bite
her if she only covered the distance, but she never covers it – not so easily,
anyway.
“Not yet,” she says, her voice so sweet, sweet as candy, she’s like poisonous
sugar, addictive and deadly. “Wolf,” she calls for him, lowering herself a
little, the gentle, barely blooming curve of her breasts mesmerizing the wolf
as it moves, “Do you love me?”
“I do,” he says, desperation in his voice, as he uselessly tries and wriggle
out of the tight hold of the ropes, keeping him still, unable to get closer, “I
do, Red, I do, you know I do.”
“I think you only love my body,” she goes on, her voice whiny as a kid’s,
though there’s not an ounce of truth in the words she says. Love her body?, oh,
not at all. The wolf wishes it was that easy, every now and then. No, he
doesn’t just love her body, he loves her whole, he adores her, he worships her,
she’s his only deity. He loves her scent, her young but ripe scent, the flush
of her skin when he touches her with his rough fingers, he loves the way she
whines and moans when he’s giving it to her after she had it her way, he loves
the power she has over him, he loves the tight hold of her hands, the tight
hold of her thighs when they close around his hips, imprisoning him, holding
him captive because that’s what he wants, he loves her voice, the way she uses
it to say the nastiest thing without a touch of malice, her made-up innocence
only making her much more desirable, to the point of being maddening.
“I don’t,” he shakes his head, leaning in to try and touch her and whining in
pure joy when he manages to rub his nose against the soft curve of her belly,
“I love you so much,” he says, yeah, so much, there are no words for how much
he loves her, for how much he loves even the pain it gives him to be this hard
and unable to find any solace of any kind until she’s satisfied of his begging.
“You do?” she says, her voice even sweeter, now, as she lifts a hand and passes
her pale fingers through his ruffled black hair. It’s a soothing gesture and he
hangs by it for dear life as he opens his mouth and leaves a soft bite on her
tummy, knowing she’s offering it to him, because she’s not pulling back. “You
should show it more.”
“More?” his voice almost breaks as he looks up at her, desperate to touch her,
to be inside her already, “What do I have to do? What? Just tell me!”
Her peachy smile widens, her lips curling at their corners. She parts her legs
ever so slightly, moving a few inches closer. “Lick it,” she says, and he feels
his heart swell to the point it starts hurting, it could almost explode.
“Yes,” he says, diving between her milky white thighs, his voice already
muffled by how hard he’s pressing his lips against her flesh, “Yes, Red,
whatever you want. Oh, you taste so sweet, love,” he moans, sticking out his
tongue and tasting her in long, slow licks, “You feel so good, I love you.”
“You’re talking too much,” she answers mercilessly, her hips swinging slowly,
back and forth and then again, as she rubs herself against his face, the wolf’s
nose pressing against her clit as he darts his tongue in and out of her,
feeling his cock getting harder and harder with each time he finds himself
trapped inside her hot wetness. She’s not just wet, she’s dripping, and she
can’t stop following the movements of his tongue with her hips. The wolf
concedes himself half a smile, not of triumph, but out of sheer self-
satisfaction: he managed to make her horny, he managed to make her pleased with
himself, he did as he was expected to do and he did it right.
“It’s enough,” she says, her voice controlled but her breathing erratic. Now he
knows she wants it too, she’s aching for it too, but she’s too good to give in
so quickly, and when he looks up he finds her already smiling, her calm
restored. “That was good, my pet,” she compliments him, patting his head, and
he could wag his tail, he could fucking wag his tail, that’s how happy he is
with this. “Do you think you deserve a reward?”
“Yes!” he says, his voice exploding out of him in a breathless, desperate
growl, “Yes, Red, oh, God, please—”
“You know,” she smiles, her hands on the wolf’s shoulders as she slowly
descends on him, always staying away that couple of inches that are enough to
make it impossible for the wolf to reach her, even if he tried, “Praying God
won’t help you. You know who you’re supposed to pray.”
“Yes,” he says, on the verge of crying, “Yes, Red, please, my love, I beg you.
I beg you, let me fuck you,” and she gets finally close enough, enough that the
wolf can rub his face against her breasts, enough that the tip of his cock is
already brushing against her opening, “Baby, please, let me fuck you, I’m
dying, I will go crazy if you don’t just—oh, fuck!” he yells, squeezing his
eyes closed as she squeezes herself closed around him, welcoming his erection
inside her body.
“Go slow,” she says, leaning back against his bent legs, resting her shoulders
against his knees, exposing her breasts and at the same time making it once
again impossible for him to touch them and lick them and bite them and kiss
them and play with her nipples as he’s dying to do now, always giving him just
a portion of what he wants, never everything, never the whole thing, “Be a good
pet and have no rush.”
“But Red,” he says in a broken sob, hypnotized by the way his cock disappears
inside her body, by the way her breasts bounce up and down every time he
thrusts inside her, by the way the shiny wave of her golden hair falls down her
shoulders like a sunlight waterfall, long enough to almost reach the ground,
“Red, I’m so close to come.”
“Don’t you dare,” she says, opening up for him, lifting one of those
ridiculously long and white and soft legs and resting it on his shoulder as she
reaches down with one of her hands, rubbing herself with her index and middle
fingers as he stares, his stomach tied up in knots as he tries to keep himself
from coming, “It’s too soon.”
“Baby,” he whines, closing his eyes because he knows that if he keeps staring
he’s just going to come, “Please, baby, please, I can’t wait anymore.”
“You’re gonna wait,” she says sternly, her expression turning into a
disappointed one, digging holes in the wolf’s chest, “Because I said so.” But
she doesn’t trust him, oh, it’s clear she doesn’t, and she’s right, because he
was about to come, he was about to come and nothing could’ve stopped him,
nothing except for her stopping to move, which she promptly does, forcing a
desperate whine out of him as he collapses on her chest, heaving and almost
sobbing.
“Baby,” he says, nothing but a bundle of shaking bones left of him, “Baby,
you’re killing me.”
“You’ll be fine,” she says, her voice once again as sweet as ever as she lies
down, keeping him inside, “I just wanna come first.”
“I can make you,” he answers desperately, trying to move and quickly stopping
the moment she glares angrily at him, “Oh, God, Red, please.”
“Be patient, love,” she says, closing her eyes and resting her head against the
wolf’s knees as she starts rubbing her clit again, “I like it so much,” she
moans, “To touch myself when I can still feel you inside. You’re so big, my
love, so hard. I love to feel you this hard.”
“Red,” he sobs, tears shining in his eyes as he tries his best to keep himself
still, because that’s what she wants, “Red, please, I need to come. I need to,
or I’m gonna go mad.”
“You can’t,” she says, “Not yet,” her voice mellow and soft, as her hips move
in tight circles following the movements of her fingers, “But I’m close, baby…
you just need to wait some more. Just some more, for me, can you?”
Oh, yes, he can. For her, there’s nothing he couldn’t do. He’d kill men and
women, he’d throw himself among famished beasts, he’s jump off a cliff, he’d
travel the world, he’d follow her on his knees, die in her lap hoping he’d be
born again in her. So he breathes in and out, despite how fucking bad it hurts
to keep pleasure at bay, despite the tears stinging in his eyes and that knot
at the level of his stomach and that pressure on his chest, he waits some more,
and then some more, finding solace in the sweet sound of her voice as it breaks
in an high-pitched yell when she comes, closing up around his cock in
involuntary spasms that milk his orgasm out of him, pleasure finally free to
wash over his body in full, overwhelming waves that leave him weary and
deprived of all strength, unable to sit up anymore, forced to lie down, despite
the pain in his arms, still tied behind his back, when he presses them between
his body and the ground.
She’s still sitting on his lap, looking down at him, when he breaks in tears,
the sounds of the forest serving as background music to the litany of sobs and
hiccups coming with his weeping.
“Oh, love,” she says, smiling softly, as she reaches out for her red mantle and
lies down on top of him, covering them both with it, “Shush, baby, no need to
cry.”
“I’m sorry,” he says, and he tries to stop, but it’s too hard. He feels so
ridiculously happy, so ridiculously close to her, and he knows she’ll stay
until she knows he calmed down, so he lets himself free to cry, just to keep
her there for a few moments more.
She knows the game he’s playing, and she understands it. She smiles against his
shoulder, leaving a soft kiss on his skin as she passes her fingers through his
hair. “You’ve been good,” she says, soothingly, “I’m so proud of you. You’re my
favorite, favorite pet.”
He smiles. “Thank you,” he says. He lives with what she just said only because
he knows there’s nobody else. But she likes the way it makes her feel when she
can toy with him, pretending she could leave him for somebody else when
honestly, she never could and never would.
“Now I’ve got to go,” she says after a while, moving away from him and standing
up, “My granny’s waiting for me.”
“I wish you could stay around longer,” he sighs, sitting up and waiting for her
to move behind him and kneel down, taking care of the ropes still holding him
still. She unties the knots, letting him free to stretch out his arms, moaning
in pleasure.
“You know that’s impossible,” she answers with a smile, leaving a small kiss on
his shoulder before standing up and retrieving her dress from the tree branch
she left it hanging from when she stripped for him. He stares at her for the
whole time as she puts it on again and then wraps herself in her red mantle.
“But if you’re good enough,” she smirks, “Who knows, maybe I’ll come back
soon.”
She retrieves her basket from the ground, leaving it hanging down her forearm
as she turns around to leave. She looks at him one last time, waving as she
smiles, her gorgeous blue eyes twinkling, her golden hair shimmering in the sun
passing through the crowns of the trees overhead.
He sits there for the longest time, smelling the air until he can’t feel her
scent anymore, and only then he walks away.
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