The full moon was bright on this fateful night, illuminating the woman's path as she strolled along the lane leisurely, basket in hand and hood askew.
Clad in blood-red attire, she fixed her hood with her free hand, crimson cloak dragging amongst the ground behind her; her red heels made no noise upon the soft dirt, though they normally clicked and clacked upon the cobblestones back in town. Sheer white stockings ran up her legs and stopped short of her red skirt, exposing a nice amount of thigh, as the skirt ended well above her knees. A shoulderless red crop top valiantly tried to cover her torso but failed in hiding the massive midriff she bared, which began right underneath her buxom breasts.
She pushed back a hefty amount of golden locks and tilted her head backward, looking up at the moon as she swung her arm back and forth, basket swaying lackadaisically.
"I do hope Aunt Rose is ok; I should hasten to deliver this food to her," she said.
And with that, she quickened her pace as much as her heels would allow, the thick overgrowth of the forest passing her by with increased speed. The moonlight slowly began to fade from the path as the treetops blocked more and more of its illumination until she finally found herself in perpetual darkness. Fear curled icy fingers around her rapidly beating heart, her progression slowly to an infant's crawl.
Many noises became apparent to her just then, the sounds of insects and animals unseen leading her into a state of nervousness unprecedented.
Just as she was about to abandon her quest, a voice from the depths reached out to her:
"Good evening little girl; what is your name?"
She fixed her green eyes on the inky blackness right before her, reaching a hand out in a vein effort to grasp a person who wasn't there.
"I suppose your mother taught you not to speak to strangers, and she's right; you shouldn't," the voice teased, seemingly emitting from all around her though she was certain it was one person.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice wavering due to the anxiety and fear clutching her heart.
"Who I am is of little importance, child, but can you at least tell me how old you are?"
"I'm eighteen," Red said with a bit more confidence, though she took a few steps backward, a sign of retreat.
"Only eighteen and dressing like that; my, you are quite the grown woman. Where are you headed at this time of night?"
"I'm going to see my Aunt Rose, who lives at the end of this lane near the brook."
Silence fell between the two, the only sound being emitted was of her labored breathing, which she attempted to keep in check long enough to hear if he'd left her; the blood that pounded her temples made that nearly impossible.
She exhaled sharply and figured she was in the clear, until a pair of red eyes opened within the darkness before her. Frightened, she issued a bloodcurdling scream from the top of her lungs, turning to flee the monster in the dark.
She had only managed to get a few steps before she bumped into an obstacle unseen and fell to the ground, her basket skidding away into the darkness.
"Hey little lady, you okay?" came a friendly voice from above her.
Groping for the man, she found his outstretched hands and clutched them possessively, climbing to her feet with his aid.
"Mister, there's a monster after me, we have to go get help, please!" Red stated in a panic, worry and fear evident in both her eyes and her speech.
The man, an apparent farmer by his hat and overalls fixed her with an inquisitive stare, "Now just hold on a minute darling, what do you mean 'monster'? What does it look like?"
"Well, I don't know if it actually was a monster come to think of it, it was so dark that I never saw it. But whatever it was, it had glowing red eyes, those I saw for sure!"
He absorbed the details of her story and peered down the lane in the direction she had motioned to, though it was far too dark to make out anything.
"What are you doing out here anyway?"
"I'm heading to my Aunt's house. I haven't seen her in a while and I figured I'd go visit her; I was going to take her some food but I lost my basket."
"You're going to go see your Aunt at this time of night?"
"I figured it was as good a time as any, and besides, she's expecting me."
"Well, we better not keep her waiting; I'll escort you the rest of the way if you'd like."
"Oh would you? Thank you mister, I really appreciβ"
"For a price, I might add," he said rather coldly, his eyes lowering to assess her body and the skimpy attire encasing it.
Red took a cautionary step backward, her eyes slanting slightly, seemingly peering into the thoughts swirling about within his head.
"And what might that be?" she asked slowly, her eyes finding his.
"I think a quick blowjob would suffice, don't you? You do have rather attractive lips, and that red lipstick looks to die for," he crooned, trailing a calloused finger over Red's plump red lips.
She watched his hungry eyes roam her body again and again and she solemnly nodded her agreement, rationalizing that it would be the safest course of action to acquire a guardian on her trip.
With her personal justification out of the way, she sank her knees into the soft soil of the path and fixed her eyes on the bulging mass that hid behind a pair of worn farmhand trousers. She slid her hands inside his waistband and pulled his pants down far enough to where his erection was free, the head smacking lightly into her cheek.
"That's right girlie, nice and easy..." he groaned, placing a hand on the back of her head as he felt himself slowly enter the recesses of her throat.
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The heedless sounds of saliva and suction met his ears, and he could observe the act from afar no longer; he figured now was his best opportunity to gain ground on Red.
The wolf turned and sprang through the forest on all fours, racing for Aunt Rose's house near the brook. He was familiar with the area and had passed Rose's house many times, but hadn't bothered ransacking the house due to the lumberjack that stood vigil in a house of his own close by. But tonight was different; tonight he was feeling lucky. It was a full moon tonight, and the lumberjack was most likely asleep anyway. Nothing would stop him on this night.
Nothing.
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