Kinktober 2024

【 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠, 𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑇𝑒𝑒𝑡ℎ 】

〖 𝑇𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒 〗: 𝑊𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑤𝑜𝑙𝑓 & 𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑑 𝑅𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐻𝑜𝑜𝑑

〖 𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 〗: You've always been told not to go out into the woods during the full moon

〖 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 〗: nsfw 18+, primal play, fingering, knotting (I've never written this before so lmk how i did), multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, dirty talk, praise, tummy bulge

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Leaves crunch under your feet as you run for your life. The only thing you can hear is your heart hammering in your chest and the pounding of your footsteps as you navigate through the forest. Various branches and foliage tug at your clothing, but you don't care.

You let out a pathetic yelp as your cloak gets entangled in a bush causing you to lose your footing. You throw out your hands in front of you as you tumble to the ground, letting out a squeal as you fall. You roll onto your back, your mind scrambling for your next move.

And that's when he finds you.

You hear him before you see him— heavy paws pounding against the forest floor. Large paws encase both sides of your head.

Warm breath fans against your cheeks and saliva falls in rivulets across your chest. You feel the heat radiating off him in waves as he hovers over you. He inhales deeply, his chest brushing against yours as he breathes in your scent.

"Caught ya, bonnie," he growls against the shell of your ear.

You let out a small whimper as he hovers above you. He presses a heavy hand on your chest, his claws scraping against the lacy fabric of your collar, tracing the edge of your red cloak. You're confident he could feel the rapid pounding of your heart under his fingertips.

Thick stubble rubs against the soft skin of your cheek, and he meets your gaze. His eyes gleamed with a predatory glow, bright amber, and fully focused on you. A wolfish grin tugged at his lips, revealing sharp canines that glint in the light of the full moon.

All the better to eat you with.

He drags his lengthened nail down your front, his claw snagging various threads on your dress. Your breath catches in your throat as his fingers dance over your thighs, your legs spreading on their own accord.

He hooks a singular claw in the waistband of your panties, ripping the fabric with ease. They fall in a pile below you and he tosses them effortlessly to the side. He slides his head down your form, inhaling deeply as he goes. His stubble grazes against your thighs as he buries his face into your core, his nose nudging against your clit as he bathes in your scent. He pushes up the frilly fabric of your dress, exposing your bare core to the cool night air.

He nips at your thighs, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh. You let out a drawn-out whine as he avoids everywhere but where you need him, nipping and sucking at the skin of your thighs.

"Y'should know better, Red," he teases, his breath fanning over your bare core. "The wolves get hungry at night."

You buck your hips and tangle your fingers in the course hair at the nape of his neck, tugging him toward your needy heat. You nearly lose your mind as he wets his lips and takes another deep inhale.

He flattens his tongue against your aching pussy, and you nearly jump out of your skin at the sensation. He wraps his arms around your legs, his claws leaving divots in your skin as he holds you firmly in place. He suckles at your heat, drinking up every drop of your arousal. His tongue streaks against your slit, your thighs, and everywhere in between.