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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.
You squeal as his lips latch onto your clit, and heavy hands keep your thighs open and waiting for him, despite your best efforts to clamp around him. A growl escapes him, vibrating heavenly against your core as you tug at the thick hair covering his skull.
He comes up for a breath and nudges two, thick digits against your entrance, his nails retracted. Your back lifts against the forest floor as he catches your eye and plunges his fingers into your sopping heat. He groans as your walls flutter at his touch, ready to swallow him whole.
“Look a’ that, Little Red. Such a greedy girl,” he coos, his lips and cheeks glistening with your arousal.
He curls his fingers within you, searching for the spot that usually has you singing. A low growl of approval leaves him as your legs jerk and your eyes roll in the back of your head. The tips of his fingers brush against the spongey spot inside you, and the forest fills with your breathy moans.
His free hand rests on your lower abdomen, relishing the feeling of every drag of his fingers just below his palm. Heat pools in your abdomen as he works you closer and closer to the edge.
“C’mon, bonnie, be good an’ cum for me,” he urges, almost like a mantra.
He presses harder against your midriff and extends a thumb to circle your throbbing clit in time with the movements of his hand. Your body seizes against him, your soft chest rubbing deliciously against the coarse, thick hair covering his. Your grip on his hair tightens as you cum, spurring him on, and your pussy sucks his fingers in with each aftershock wracking through your form.
Johnny coos out praises as he helps you ride out your orgasm on his slick-covered digits. You hardly notice when his hand brushes against your thigh and he runs a hand over his rigid cock peeking out of the forest of dark hair covering his groin and thighs.
The loss of his fingers is quickly replaced by the blunt head of his cock meeting the flushed skin of your cunt, gliding through your folds, and spreading the wetness there. He’s hot and heavy against you, and it’s almost pitiful how much you need him.
He slips the tip of his cock into your entrance, earning a high-pitched moan that escapes your lips. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to the sheer massivity of him when he’s like this. He splits you open on his cock, rubbing your clit with an extended thumb as he slowly inches inside you.
“That’s my girl,” Johnny praises as he hilts himself fully within you. The way he stretches you brings tears to your eyes and the pad of his thumb swipes across your cheek, wiping them away.
The tip of his cock brushes against your cervix with each deep thrust of his hips, and you sigh his name. Your fingers dig into the flesh of his shoulders, clinging onto him for dear life as he ruts against you.
“Ah, fuck, Johnny— so, mhm, big,” you moan.
He nuzzles against the side of your neck. “Taking me so well, bonnie. Making a mess on my cock like a good girl,” he coos.
A thick white line of slick surrounds the bulbous knot at the base of his cock, which throbs at the sight. Your brows knit together as your jaw drops to release breathy moans as his pace increases. He hits parts of you that you didn’t even know existed, each thrust of his hips kissing your womb.
You repeat his name like a prayer as your orgasm rapidly approaches, the familiar heat overcoming your senses once more. Johnny bares his teeth as he grips your thighs and pounds mercilessly into you. All you can focus on is clinging onto him as he chases his high, pleasure overwhelming your every thought.
He plants a heavy hand back on your midriff, gritting his teeth as the round tip of his cock greets the palm of his hand. You gasp at the sensation, your breath fanning across Johnny’s feverish skin.
His free thumb drops down to circle your clit in time with his thrusts, and the noises that leave you are downright sinful.
You tremble against him once more as you breathlessly clenched around him. Your pussy sucks him in with each thrust, and he settles with frantic, shallow thrusts as his knot swells. He pants as he chases after his release while you ride out your own.
“One more, bonnie, please just need one more,” he begs, his words slurring together.
You cry out, half delirious with overstimulation and half desperate to cum again. You clench around him, milking his cock for anything he’ll give you. With one final shallow thrust, he spills into you with a deep, loud growl. His claws dig into your hips, pulling you closer and giving you nowhere else to go.
Your pussy is tight, soft, and swollen as you clamp around his knot, almost as if you’re worried you’ll lose it. His cum spurts inside you white, hot, and steady, and you wish you could stay in this moment forever.
He presses a sloppy kiss against your cheek as you both come down from your respective highs.
“Think I caught ya even faster this time,” Johnny jokes as he nuzzles against the side of your face.
You turn your head to meet his lips in a sweet, slow kiss. The thrill of the chase is exhilarating, but what happens after is much more alluring.