Little Miss Hood

Chapter Four

The comfort of fur and the soft warmth of breath was what Vincent woke up to. His body was lying in between two giant paws. The great wolf lay in the center of a glorious castle. Much better than the run down manor Vincent had been trapped in.

"Your fur is much softer than I thought it would be," Vincent nuzzled his head against the fur. He didn't have much self control. If he was going to die here, he might as well die happy. Although, it would be strange for a wolf to kidnap him for a killing only to let him sleep in his paws.

"You're awake," the giant wolf observed. "Then there is no more need for me to be your bed," he said before his body turned into a fog. Vincent stood up and waved the fog away with his hands. In the center of it stood a human-like individual with long silver hair, fluffy ears, and a fluffier tail. Also, he was completely naked.

"You're naked," Vincent pointed. "You're very very naked."

"Does that bother you?" the great wolf snickered. "We are both males."

"I just, wasn't prepared, that's all," Vincent forced himself to make eye contact. He wasn't sure where the great wolf's eyes were...because there was an intense amount of fringe, but he looked there all the same.

"Royal wolves aren't particularly fond of clothing. It makes us feel constricted. A good ruler should have nothing to hide," the wolf said. He took a few steps closer and began undoing Vincent's shirt. "As long as you stay with me, you should refrain from wearing clothes. We wouldn't want my children thinking you have something to hide or are lower than them. You're already a human, so you don't have much going for you to start with."

Vincent felt sweat build up on the back of his neck. He didn't have long hair or a tail to conveniently cover his crotch. This was going to be a strange set of events. But, if he must be naked, he could at least disrobe on his own. "I can take off my own clothes..." Vincent said.

"I'm the one in charge here. Don't deny me my right to strip a handsome human of his clothes. It is on my list of things to do before I die," the great wolf snickered and continued to strip Vincent. Vincent tried his best to ignore the fact that he was just called handsome.

"The curse has set in. Your veins are fully black and will suck out most of your energy until you have none left to give. Provided, of course, that your son is unable to break the curse for you."

"There is a way to break the curse?"

The great wolf placed a finger on Vincent's lips and shushed him. "I cannot tell you many of the details. That would ruin half of my entertainment. What I can tell you is your place as a person living here. You will be tutoring the next in line, my heir, so to speak."

"Tutoring? Are you sure I'm qualified for that?"

"You've spent the last few major years of your life dedicated to reading books in a manor and performing experiments to pass the time. I'm quite certain you're more than qualified for a little tutoring," he snickered.

"I'm naked?" Vincent looked down. When did that happen? He didn't notice that the great wolf had stripped him so quickly. That must be quite the skill to have.

"So you are."

"Humans get cold easily, you know? What if I freeze to death?"

"Then," the great wolf stepped to the side of Vincent to whisper in his ear as his tail caressed the man's torso, lowering itself ever so slightly. "I'll just have to warm you up."

"I am concerned," was all Vincent could say. But, he had other things to worry about so he couldn't dwell on the fact that this chief of wolves was so flirtatious. "What is your name?" he asked. "There must be something I can call you...or is that to informal. Ah, I haven't been very formal..." Vincent felt like an idiot. He woke up and immediately wasn't prim and proper. Such a fool. He was essentially talking to a king as if he were just a plebian. How rude.

"You're a human, you can't be expected to know our ways. Besides, it would be lonely if you did. My name is Adrian, but you will hear my children refer to me as 'My Lord,'" he explained.

"Adrian? Adrian is a nice name," Vincent placed a hand on his chin and closed his eyes. The name brought about a sense of nostalgia. Adrian? Where had he heard the name Adrian before?

Vincent opened his eyes and grabbed Adrian by the shoulders, shaking him a bit with his revelation, "You wouldn't happen to be that Adrian? Would you?"

"Oh? Do you remember me?" Adrian smiled. "How sweet."

"How could I possibly forget the wolf that got me cursed? My, you've certainly moved up in the world. No wonder I didn't recognize you. You became chief of the wolves and grew ten sizes too big. Your wolf form was so giant. Nothing at all like what you used to be," Vincent released his grasp on the great wolf's shoulders and looked off into the distance for a moment, searching for the memory.

"I'm glad you remember me. Taking you in like this is the least I can do after getting you cursed," Adrian sighed. "This makes things a lot simpler for me now that you remember."

"It doesn't make things any more simple for me," Vincent admitted. All of his old memories returned to him. He and Adrian had been quite close to each other. Would they return to that sort of relationship? It hardly seemed possible.

A white haired male came running out of no particular direction to jump on Vincent. He clung to him, naked, of course, and they both toppled to the ground. Vincent groaned. That hurt. Pretty bad. He could feel a whole bunch of things he didn't want to feel rubbing up against a whole bunch of awkward places. The perks of being naked.

"Is this my new tutor?" he asked. "I love him already."

"Paws off," Adrian said. The male promptly returned to his feet and apologized for the sudden embrace. Vincent was left lying on the floor, naked, with a strange view of the world. Dicks. Dicks everywhere. He sighed and tried to stand up but the pain in his limbs was too great. He couldn't manage it. So, he decided to just stay on the ground. This was fine.

The great wolf's tail grew and extended. It wrapped around Vincent's torso and pulled him up off the ground, pulling him close. Adrian looped his arm around Vincent's waist and removed his hand. He forced Vincent close to him before saying, "This is your tutor but also my mate. Be gentle with him."

"Haha," Vincent laughed nervously, "I must've misheard you with my old ears. I could've sworn I thought I heard you say 'mate'"

"That is correct, I did say mate," Adrian leaned in and bit Vincent's ear playfully.

"Mate? You? The picky ruler that turned away hundreds of wolves because they weren't good enough for you?! Found a mate?!" the young wolf clapped his hands together and ran out to the balcony...if you could call it that.

"The great wolf has found a mate!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. All the wolves looked up from below. Vincent could hear cheers and howling.

"It looks like there will be a feast tonight," Adrian snickered. "Do you mind? Perhaps I should've asked you first...not that you had the right to refuse."

"You can call me whatever you wish, Dri, dear, I am going to die soon. Isn't that what you told me?" Vincent sighed.

"Don't be so certain," Adrian grabbed Vincent's ass. "I'm sure your son will break the curse in no time."

"You said that before, but what exactly does he have to do?" Vincent stared through the overgrown hair and into what little of Adrian's eyes he could see. The great wolf only grinned.

"He has to commit the same crime as you, to prove that you weren't the exception to the rule." Vincent pondered the words. Crime? He had committed no crimes! Then he realized...

"This curse is evil," he said with a decisive nod.