Little Red

    It was a balmy autumn’s day with just enough wind to send leaves scuttling along the ground as well as ruffle the thick dark tresses of the young girl as she strolled toward the forest.  She wore her favorite red cloak over a modest country girl’s dress.  Today she had traded in her nice town shoes for a sturdier pair of work boots.  After all, the road through the forest was rarely kept in good condition, making it almost as rough as rest of the forest and far more muddy.
    The girl’s name was Blanchette, though everyone called her Little Red.  She hated her real name so she didn’t complain about the nickname.  There were some who even shortened her name to just ‘Red’.  That was even better, it almost sounded like a real name. 
    Red was different than the other girls her age.  For one thing, she didn’t scare easily.  Most girls would be to frightened to make the long walk from the valley village to the deep parts of the forest where her grandmother lived.  Not Red.  She liked walking and she loved her grandmother.  Everyone told her to be careful of the wild animals in the forest, but they never seemed to bother her. 
    Today seemed especially fine for a visit to her grandmother’s, so Red’s mother had handed her a basket filled with lunch for her and some treats for her grandmother, and waved goodbye with her usual warning to stick to the road. 
    Sticking to the road was easy while she was still in the valley but once she got into the forest, Red found it hard to walk in the mucky and poorly maintained tracks.



    The woodcutter swung away at the stubborn, gnarly tree.   It had sat there for years, a thorn in his eye until today he decided he was going to go ahead and cut it down, even if it was useless for any lumber or burning purposes.  The tree, though had other ideas.  It was tough as iron and somehow managed to turn his axe every other chop.  He had been at it for a good hour before he threw his badly dulled tool to the ground in disgust. 
    He mopped a rag across his forehead and stretched his back just in time to look down the road and see Little Red making her way along the side of the path.  He grinned as thoughts filled his head.  Thoughts that weren’t nice at all.  His brother was a woodcutter in the next valley.  He had two young children who had been recently taken away from him to the castle to be sex slaves to the Sorceress Queen Regina.  The very thought of what his nephew and niece were being made to do was enough to make the woodcutter hard.  What made him even harder was the sight of Little Red walking towards him.  She was the same age as his niece and nephew, slim with just enough baby fat to fill out her dress.  He loved how her raven black hair framed her adorably cute face.  Every time he saw her he imagined what his cock would look like squeezed between her pouting red lips.
    As Red drew closer he waved to her and she waved brightly back.  The funny thing was, the stupid little girl had no idea how much he wanted to drag her off into the woods and fuck her.  He could just take a piece of her clothing and tell her family a wolf had gotten to her.  A few hours of doing whatever he wanted, a shallow grave, and no one would be the wiser…
    Some day he might work up the guts to do it.
   


    Red smiled as she saw the woodcutter up ahead.  She liked him.  He was always so nice.  He was one of those people who liked to hug and touch.  When they chatted his hands never seemed to be off her for more than a few seconds.  She liked the contact.  It made her feel a little weird, but good.
    “Hello, Mr. Woodcutter!”  Red smiled as she reached him.
    “Well hello, Little Red!  Going to you’re grandma’s?”  he asked as he wrapped her in a hug.
    Red giggled as she felt his hands on her butt, squeezing a little, “Yup!  I’ve got some goodies Mama baked for her.”
    She broke the hug to show him the basket.  The woodcutter nodded as he stayed close, his hand rubbing along her arm.
    “I bet she’ll really appreciate that.”  His hand slid up to her neck, massaging her there.
    Red sighed with pleasure, “Uh huh.  She doesn’t get to the village much anymore and baking supplies are scarce out in the woods.”
    “That they are,” the woodcutter muttered as he licked his lips and his fingers traced Red’s soft cheek, “That they are.”
    Red smiled up at him again and said, “Well, I better go if I’m gonna get there before dark.”
    The woodcutter stopped himself just short of grabbing her arm as Red pulled away and started to walk down the road again.
    “Ok, t-then,” he called, “Give you’re grandma my best.”
    “I will,” Red called over her shoulder, “Bye, Mr. Woodcutter!”
    The woodcutter groaned in frustration as he watched red go.  If only the cloak didn’t hide her form so well.
    Red walked for a while on the edge of the road, but after a while she found her self straying farther into the woods.  The woods were more interesting than the forest anyway.  There were insects and flowers of every shape and size to look at.  At one point she came upon a hare that took off into the forest as soon as it saw her.  She followed it laughing like it was a game of tag. 
    After a while, though, she realized that she could no long see the road and was lost.  She wasn’t worried, however.  Red never got worried.  She kept walking.  The sun started to go down but she kept on until she came to a stream.  She figured it had to be the stream that crossed the road so she began to follow it.  If it didn’t take long to get back to the road then she would only have about an hour or so walking in the dark till she reached Grandma’s house. 
    She had been following the stream for only a few minutes when she saw something that made her freeze.  A few feet in front of her, it’s head bent down to drink from the stream was a large grey wolf.  Even then, Red wasn’t scared.  She knew enough, though, to remain absolutely still.  Maybe the wolf would finish drinking and just run off and do wolfy things.
    The wolf continued to lap up water for a few moments until it suddenly stopped and looked up at Red.
    “You know,” it said in a gravelly voice, “It’s rude to stare.”
    Red’s jaw dropped and her eye’s bulged out of her head, “You can talk!…..And I wasn’t staring!”
    The wolf looked like he was grinning as he lolled his tongue at the little girl, “Grrr!  Yeah you were.  And yeah I can.”
    Red put her hands on her hips in her best offended pose, “I was not!  I was waiting for you to leave.”
    The wolf cocked his head to the side, “Why were you doing that?”
    Red gave him a serious look, “Everyone know wolves are dangerous.  I thought if I didn’t move you might not notice me.”
    The wolf raised an eyebrow, “Everyone knows that, do they?”
    Red decided his voice was more gruff than mean, “Well…yeah.  Aren’t you?”
    The wolf’s growl reached a frightening decibel, “Of course, I’m dangerous!”
    Red took a step back, suddenly unsure if he was just gruff.  And to be clear she was just a little nervous.  Not scared at all.
    But then the wolf’s tongue lolled out again, “Just didn’t know everyone was aware of that.”
    Red let out some air she had been holding onto, “How come you can talk?”
    The wolf cocked his head again, “What do you mean, how come?  You talk don’t you?”
    Red couldn’t think of anything to sat to that.
    The wolf came closer to her, sniffing, “What is a child like you doing way out here on your own?  Don’t you know bad things can happen to little girls in this forest?”
    It was Red’s turn to grin cheekily, “Yeah, like what?”
    The wolf looked taken aback for a moment, “Well,  you could get eaten by a dangerous wolf like me, for example.”
    “You wouldn’t would you?” Red asked curiously.
    The wolf ginned, “If I was hungry maybe.  But I’m not, so you’re safe.  There are better thing to do with little girls than chew them up, anyway.”
    Red’s curiosity grew stronger, “Really?”
    The wolf nodded.
    “Such as?”
    The wolf looked her up and down like he was considering something, “Like mating with them.”
    Red rolled the unfamiliar word around in her mouth trying to get a feel for it.  Unsuccessful, she looked at the wolf curiously, “What’s that?”
    The wolf growled softly, low in his throat, “It’s a very fun game.  A grown up game.  Are you grown up?”
    Red giggled, “No!  I’m just a little girl!  But Mama says, the way I act sometimes I may as well be grown up.”
    The wolf grinned wolfishly, “Then you might as well play grown up games.”
    Red couldn’t argue with that, “Ok!  What do I do?”
    The wolf  brushed up against her, “Reach down between my hind legs.”
    Red frowned, “That’s where your peepee is isn’t it?”
    The wolf nodded, “It’s called my cock.”
    Another new word for Red. “Cock, “ she said, trying it out.
    The wolf nodded again, “I want you to touch it, rub down there until it slides out of my sheath.”
    Red giggled, “But that’s…dirty…”
    The wolf looked at her expectantly, “It’s a dirty game.”
    Red bit her lip, something she did when she was about to do something she knew she wasn’t supposed to, “Ok…what’s you’re name anyway?”
    The wolf hesitated for a moment, “I’m called Fenrir.”
    The girl giggled nervously as she reached down and rubbed Fenrir between the legs, “My name’s Blanchette, but I hate it.  Every one calls me Little Red or just Red.  I like short names.  They’re easy to remember.  Do you mind if I call you Fen?”
    Fenrir whined as Red rubbed him gently beneath his tail.  He yipped a little as his cock started to slid out. “Call me anything you want, just keep rubbing!”
    Red giggle at Fen’s funny behavior.  She gasped, though, as she touched something thick and sticky.  Instead of being disgusted, she was fascinated.  She felt it over, marveling at it’s shape and texture as it slid steadily from Fen’s body.  Kneeling down, she got a good look at it as enough was visible so that she could grip it with her whole hand.  Her fingers didn’t even reach halfway around.
    Fen was growling and whining simultaneously as the little girl stroked his meat.  Looking back her growled darkly at her, “Taste it!”
    The deep growl startled Red.  She looked up at the wolf’s dark angry eyes, suddenly thinking she may have gotten in over her head, “D-do I have to?”
    The wolf nodded, growling dangerously.
    Gulping, Red leaned forward and ran her tongue over the tip of the pulsing pink rod.  It tasted salty, and sticky, but not bad.  She tasted more, running her tongue over the hot shaft as Fen whimpered and growled in pleasure. 
    “Put it in your mouth!  Now!”  the wolf growl as menacingly as the first time.
    Red nodded and wrapped her lips around the head, instinctually sucking it into her mouth as her tongue swirled around the shaft. 
    Fenrir howled at the sky as the eight year old girl sucked his cock.
    Red figured that meant he liked what she was doing so she kept on sucking.   The cock was throbbing in her mouth, it’s skin sticky and smooth at the same time as it slipped between her lips.  Suddenly she felt a splash in her mouth as Fenrir peed creamy liquid down her throat.  Red had the urge to spit out the cock but she didn’t want to make a mess so she swallow it down, drinking the thick creamy flow as it poured into her mouth.
    When he was done, Red pulled off his cock and sat on her heels, smacking her lips, “Who won?”
    Fen yipped happily, “I’m pretty sure I did!”
    Red pouted a little, “Well, I didn’t even know the rules!”
    Fen grinned at her, “You want to play another round?  I bet you’ll win this time.”
    Red pulled her lips to the side, “I guess so…”
    Fen growled barked happily, “Then sit back, spread you’re legs, and pull down your panties!”
    Red gasped, “What?!”
    Fen grinned, “You’ll like this, I promise!”
    A very doubtful look on her face, Red sat back, propping herself against a tree.  She pulled back her dress skirts revealing her sensible cotton white panties.  Raising her butt a little she gripped them with both thumbs and pulled them slowly down over her knees and off.   Saliva dripped from Fen’s tongue as he stared at her bare snatch.
    As Red tossed her panties to the side, Fen padded up between her legs and dropped his snout to her lower lips.  Looking up at her he growled, “That’s called your cunt.  And I’m going to lick it now.”
    Red was trying out yet another new word when her lips froze in a silently shrieking O.  Fen had his snout up against her crotch as his long wolfish tongue lapped away at her vulva.  Wet, licking sounds rose gently into the waning light as the rough tongue folded and slithered over Red’s lower lips.  Mewling little squeals escaped her shocked lips as the pleasure emanating from her young sex filled her body.
    The screaming started when Fen’s tongue slipped inside.
    Red felt the flat wriggling flap of flesh worm up inside her body and her mind went crazy.  Moaning, girlish, screams erupted into the night as her legs wrapped around Fen’s head and her hands gripped at the ground at her sides.  Fen tickled her deep inside, pushing back her hymen until it split and let him further in.  The pain that shot through her body was nothing next to the erotic thrills that sent her spasming into her very first orgasm.   As he felt her girlish juices splash over his snout, Fenrir pulled out and sat grinning at her with his tongue lolling a half foot. 
    Red could see her pussy juices glistening on that tongue.
    “I. Guess.  I.  Won. That.  Time?”  Red gasped breathlessly between each word.
    Fen nodded, almost smirking at the little girl’s wide eyed wonder, “Now we have to have a tie breaker.”
    A little calmer now, Red leaned forward, “How do we do that?”
    Fen grinned and licked her cheek, “Take your clothes off.”
    Red blushed, “All of them?”
    “All of them.”
    Slowly, Red got back on her feet.  She let the red cloak fall to the ground.  Reaching back she unbuttoned her dress and shouldered out of it, letting it fall as well.  Kicking out of her boots and stockings, she stood, her smooth, eight year old body nakedly glistening in the light of the newly risen moon.
    “Get on your hands and knees,” Fen ordered.
    Red obeyed, quivering a little in anticipation.  She had no idea what to expect.  She yelped when she felt the big wolf jump on her from behind.  She needn’t have worried though as his paws stood firmly on the ground.  She fit almost perfectly beneath him. 
    She felt his wet cock slap against her rump, “W-what are you going to do?”
    Fen lowered his head next to hers, “I’m going to breed you.”
    Red wasn’t sure what that meant, but it sounded…interesting.  She felt him adjust behind her, sliding his cock up and down her butt crack.  She gulped as she felt him stop.  She could feel the tip of his cock resting at the opening of her cunt.  She closed her eyes and grit her teeth as she realized what was about to happen.
    One thrust.  One quick jerk of his hips, and Fen was inside Little Red.  She let out a loud grunt that turned into a moan that turned into a small shriek as he thrust again, his fat wolf cock splitting her open as he worked his way inside.  Stars burst on her vision as she felt like she was being filled past what she could take.  Her baby cunt stretched impossibly over his rod.  Tears began to fall as her vulva clamped tight around his cock.  Fen moved his hips, working more and more of himself into her.  Her juices flowed around him making it easier and slipperier.  Red moaned out scream after scream as the big wolf increased speed, pounding into her as she bumped back with her ass.   
    Suddenly Red felt something behind her.  Fen’s cock was suddenly bigger.  A lot bigger.  It felt like her tiny hole was ripping as he thrust wildly into her.  She tried to pull of but a vicious growl and snap above her head made her hesitate.  The pain increased fast, though, and she tried again only to feel two rows of jagged teeth clamp down on her neck and shoulder.  Fen held her tiny screaming body fast as her knotted with her, driving his cock hard against her womb.  Suddenly, Red’s pussy lips closed over the big ball of flesh and relief flooded her system.  There was still pain but she could now feel pleasure again as well.  Fen kept his jaws clamped tight as her growled thunderously in Red’s ear.  He pounded viciously into her, breeding her as they mated.  Red screamed out several orgasms before Fen finally broke his hold on her, howling into the night as his seed filled her womb.
    They collapsed onto the mossy forest floor with Red curled snugly against Fen’s belly.  He was still tied with her.  She tried to pull off but the knot was still swollen inside her and her cunt was too sore, so she stopped.  Fenrir lay panting next to her, his radiant body heat keeping her comfy and warm. 
    “W-h-h-ho won t-t-that time?” Red murmured as her eyes drooped.
    Fen chuckled deep in his throat, “Well, you came about five or six times more than me.  So I’d say you did.”
    Red nodded distractedly, “G-good..”
    Sleep descended on both of them as the stars began to appear above.  Fenrir the wolf curled his body protectively around his new bitch.

   

    It was just passed midnight when Red stirred.  She felt warm and safe snuggled into the wolf’s belly.  The evening’s games came flooding back to her as she realized Fen’s cock had slipped out of her body and back into his.  She reached down and felt his cum still sticky on her thighs and crotch. 
    Fenrir awakened at the same time as Red.  They scrambled to their feet and looked at each other almost shyly.
    “Did you enjoy the game?” Fen asked.
    Red nodded and bit her lip, “Uh huh!  It was the best game I ever played!  But, I‘m kind of dirty now.”
    Fen nodded, “Let’s clean off in the stream.”
    They splashed into the cold water, yipping and giggling as they cleaned each other off.  Red scrubbed the twigs and leaves from Fen’s coat, gasping and giggling as he licked her thighs clean of cum.  When they were sufficiently washed they clamored back to dry land.  Fen shook the water from his coat and Red dried off with her dress.  She was about to pull it back on when Fen grabbed it with his teeth and tossed it into the stream.
    “Hey!” Red exclaimed, “Why did you do that?”
    Fen grinned at her, “I like you better without it.  Why you humans insist on wearing clothes is puzzling to me.”
    Red glared at him with her hands on her naked hips.  She looked impossibly cute in the moonlight, “Well we don’t have nice fur coats like you.  Did you ever think of that?”
    Fen looked at her with surprise, “…I suppose you’re right.”
    Red picked up her red cloak and draped it over her shoulders, “Why do you care what I wear anyway?”
    The wolf gave her an odd look, “Just taking an interest.  We are going to be spending a lot of time together from now on.”
    That brought Red up short, “We are?”
    The wolf nodded.
    “Why?”
    “We’ve mated.  Now I’m bonded to you, and you to me.  It’s a wolf thing.”
    The girl gaped at him, “Well, it’s not a human thing!….Well, I don’t think it is anyway.”
    Fenrir swished his tail, “Doesn’t mater.  I’m staying near you now.  What’s the matter?  Don’t you want me to?”
    Fen got a wide eyed puppy dog look and Red melted a little, “Oh, well, of course I want you to…”
    They stood looking at each other for a few moments.  The night wind ruffled through Fenrir’s fur and flapped Red’s cloak as the moon reflected off of her nude body.
    “Wow,” Red murmured finally, “That was a pretty serious game…”
    The wolf nodded.
    “What do we do now?”   
    “Where were you going before we met?”
    Red gasped, “To my grandma’s house!  Oh gosh!  I can’t go there like this!”  She gestured at her current state of undress.
    Fen cocked his head curiously, “Why not?”
    Red moaned, “Human’s don’t go around naked.  It’s not allowed.”
    Fen nudged her with his snout, “I’m sure your grandma won’t mind.  If you really need clothes so bad I’m sure she’ll give you some more.”
    Red sighed uncertainly, “I guess so…”
    Fen started to push her across the stream, “Come on!  I know where she lives.  There’s only one house in the forest after all.”
    Red gave in and followed Fen barefoot across the stream and deeper into the woods.  It was a full moon so the forest was alive with silver light as they drifted through it.  Still, Red kept a hand resting on Fen’s shoulder, more for intimacy’s sake than for guidance.  Fen knew the forest well and he had them at the cottage much sooner than the road would have taken them.  Smoke wafted from the chimney and cozy light spilled from the windows as they drew close.  Red couldn’t remember a night when Grandma had slept much.  She always said there was too much to do.
    Drawing her red cloak close around herself, Red knocked on the cottage door.  Fen stayed behind her, hidden in the shadows.  The heavy oak door swung open and light washed over Red.  Grandma looked down at her crimson clad granddaughter with mild surprise.
    “Red! Darling, what are you doing here this late!  It’s dangerous in the woods at night.”  Grandma was a handsome woman just barely in her fifties.  Her once raven hair was streaked with grey but the rest of her body had aged well.  She still had a slim waist with pleasantly curving hips.  Her legs, hidden under a simple dress, were long and sleek.  She still kept them well shaved.  Her bosom had only dropped a little over the years, but that could be forgive as it was very ample.  Only mild lines appeared around her eyes and mouth as she smiled a very grandmotherly smile and stepped aside to gesture Red into the comfort of her small cottage.
    “I know Grandma,” Red explained as she stepped forward, “I kind of wandered off the road and got a little lost, but it’s ok.  I met a friend who showed me some shortcuts.”
    Grandma’s smile froze and then slipped into a frightened frown as Red walked into the cottage, followed by the biggest wolf she had ever seen.
    “Red, honey,” Grandma said, her voice shaking, “S-step away very carefully.  Don’t make any sudden moves.”
    Red smiled patiently and tried to reassure her grandmother, “It’s ok, Grandma.  He’s friendly.  Sort of.  He won’t hurt you.  Will you Fen?”
    The great wolf shook his head solemnly, “I would never harm a member of my bond mate’s family.”
    Grandma’s jaw dropped.  She mouth a few incoherent words and then collapsed onto the stone floor.



    Her eyes fluttered open and she realized she was lying in bed while someone dabbed a cool cloth across her forehead.  She looked to the side and smiled as she saw it was her granddaughter, Little Red.  The smile slipped though, as memory came rushing back. 
    As Grandma looked fearfully around, Red placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, “It’s all right, Grandma.  Fen went out to hunt.  He was hungry.”
    Grandma relaxed a little, thinking she should know the name ‘Fen’ somehow, and looked at her granddaughter.  She started as she realized Red was naked except for the red cloak.
    “Red…”
    “Yes, Grandma?”
    “Where are your clothes?”
    “Oh, Fen likes me better without them.  We left them back at the stream after we played the game.”
    Grandma closed her eyes, afraid to hear the answer to her next question, “What game?”
    Red grinned, “The mating game, of course.  Fen put his cock in my cunt and bred me.  At least that’s what he said.  He’s teaching me all kinds of new words.”
    Grandma put her hand to her forehead, “I see.”
    Red went on happily, “You should play the mating game with us, Grandma.  It’s lots of fun!”
    At that moment a knock sounded at the door.  Before Grandma could stop her, Red exclaimed, “I’ll get it!” and ran to the door.
    The woodcutter stood outside the door.  He had finished work hours ago, but instead of going to his home at the edge of the forest, he thought he might visit the old woman and her granddaughter.  Maybe ogle Red some more.  When the door opened he couldn’t believe his eyes.  There stood cute Little Red, naked except for the crimson red cloak flapping behind her.
    “Hello, Mr. Woodcutter!”  the little girl exclaimed, “What are you doing here this late.”
    The woodcutter stood staring at her for a moment.  Suddenly, he reached out and took her by the throat, pushing her inside, he closed the door.
    “I can’t help myself,” he growled, “You should never tease a man like you do!”
    Red choked in his grip, struggling to free herself.  He threw her to the ground in front of the fire and ripped her cloak from her.  Red gasped up at him, “Please, Mr. Woodcutter!  I never teased you!  Why are you angry?”
    The man knelt down over her and began to grope her young flesh, pinching and bruising her, making her yelp and cry out as he did what he’d dreamed of for a long time, “Prancing around, all cute, and cheerful!  And then coming to the door to flaunt your naked little body in front of me!  I’ve had enough!”
    The woodcutter ripped off his own shirt and began to unbuckle his pants.  Red started to get an idea of what he was about to do, “Please!  You don’t have to be so mean!  I’ll play the game with you!  You can stick it in me if you want!”
    The woodcutter tossed his boots and pants to the side and got down near to Red.  Grabbing her by the hair he snarled, “But I want to be mean to you, little cunt!  And I’m going to stick it in you whether want me to or not!”
    His meat swung limply between his legs, growing stiffer as he indulged himself.  Red’s scream was muffled as he stuffed himself into her mouth, his unwashed cock slipping over her tongue. 
    Suddenly he felt something bristly smack him in the back of his head.  Looking around, he saw Grandma standing over him with a broom in her hand and an enraged look on her face as she brought it down again.  He brushed the feeble sweep aside and knocked her back.  Dislodging himself from Red’s mouth, he grabbed a chair and set it not far from the fireplace.  The old woman spit at him and shrieked as he sat her in it and tied her hands and legs.  Returning to Red, he looked back and grinned at Grandma, knowing she would have an excellent view of her granddaughter’s rape.
    Red sobbed on the floor as he stood over her.
    “Leave her alone, you animal!” Grandma screeched as he knelt back down, “Red!  Oh, Red!  Run dear!  Get away!”
    Red had nowhere to run as he gripped her head again and forced himself into her mouth, his smelly cock filling her cheeks and slowly working its way into her throat as hardened more and more.  Grandma gasped in shock as Red started to suck him back, working her lips around his shaft as her tongue cleaned him up.  The little girl tried to appease him with her mouth, hoping to calm him down.  She had little chance, however, as his cock hardened completely and he rammed it down her throat.  Grandma sobbed as she watched him force her little girl to deep throat.  Red’s face turned red and she gagged and choked, saliva dribbling down her chin as he used her.
    Suddenly, he pulled out of her and lowered his mouth to her flat nipples, Red moaned as his tongue swirled around the little nubs.  Looking up at her, he grabbed her hand and brought it back to his wet dick.
    “You want to play nice?  Be nice to my cock.” He went back to sucking as Red slowly stroked his cock, getting excited despite herself. 
    In her chair, Grandma watched with fascination as Red’s tiny hand stroked up and down the man’s big member, “R-Red…don’t encourage him.  Stop it Red…you’re not old enough…”
    The woodcutter looked up at her and grinned, “Your girl’s a little whore, Grandma!  Somebody’s been playing with her before me.   Fuck!  Her hand is so good on my meat!”
    Grandma blushed at the way he talked, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away, staring as he lowered his lips back to Red’s nipples.  Red moaned as his sucking increased.  She began to whimper as it got stronger and stronger and he sucked more of her into his mouth.  She kept pumping his rod even as it started to hurt.  Even when he bit down on her bruised tit and she yelped out in pain.  Reaching over, he grabbed a pair of pincers from the fire place and fished a glowing hot cinder from the flames. 
    Red sobbed and whimpered as he brought the red hot cinder close to her other tit.  She could feel the heat radiating from it as she pleaded, “Please, please…don’t.  I’ll be good!”
    Red’s scream ripped from the cottage as he place the cinder on her young sensitive nipple.  Grandma bucked and screeched at them as she tried to get loose.  The woodcutter just kept sucking as he burned Red’s tit.  Eventually, the cinder went cold and he tossed it back into the fire.  Red lay under him sobbing as he lifted up her hips and fit her legs around his waist.  Grandma held her breath as she watched him bring his cock to Red’s baby pussy and slide in.  Red groaned and bucked against him as she tried to take him.  He reached across and slapped her face as he punched the rest of the way in.  Tears flowed down her cheeks as he rode her and hit her over and over, his palms and fist raising deep bruises wherever they fell.  
    Grandma watched, unbelieving, as her granddaughter was plowed into by the big man.  What she found even more unbelievable was that the chair beneath her was slick with her own juices.  Watching Red getting fucked made her feel what she knew she shouldn’t.  She bit her lip and ground her pussy against the chair trying to get off.
    The woodcutter looked over to her and laughed, “Look Red!  You’re Grandma likes watching you get raped and beat.  She wants me to hurt you!  She wants you to bleed and get used like a stupid little harlot!”
    Red looked over and gasped, “Do you, Grandma?  Do like seeing him inside me?!”
    Grandma cried and bit her lip before she answered, “I don’t like it when he hits you Red, but…I don’t know…seeing you like this…it makes me feel…”
    The woodcutter laughed when she couldn’t finish the thought.  Renewing his thrusts, he hammered into the child like he wanted to rip her apart.  Red moaned and screamed under him as Grandma ground against the wooden chair.  Their bodies pounded hard as they fucked, Grandma moaned in frustration as she gazed at Red’s tight pussy lips stretching over his big man cock.
    Then the woodcutter did something that brought their enjoyment to an abrupt end.  Reaching over to his discarded clothes, he withdrew his sheath knife.  Grandma began screaming at him to stop, but he ignored her.  Red whimpered under him as he brought the razor sharp blade to her throat.
    Insanity gleamed in his eye as he muttered, “Now I want to fuck your corpse, Red.  I want to do your cold, dead, body…Goodbye.”
    As he raised the knife to plunge it into his victim, one of the cottage windows burst and a giant mass of fur and teeth barreled into the cottage.  Fenrir’s enraged roar shook the cottage and the woodcutter barely had time to look up before his throat was suddenly missing and he was toppling to the side.  Red screamed as his life blood spurted out over her body, coating her in crimson.
    Fen clamped his powerful jaws over the dead man’s wrist and pulled him to the side.  Red lay whimpering on the floor as the woodcutter’s cock was dislodged from her battered pussy.  She curled into a ball  in front of the fire as Fen returned and lay with her against his underside, his paws curled around her, protectively.
    “Red!” Grandma cried, “Red, are you ok!  God, Red hang on!  I’m trying to get loose, honey!”
    Red limply placed a hand on Fenrir’s coat and mumbled weakly, “Help her.”
    Fen reluctantly rose and padded over to where Grandma sat, bound to the chair.  A few quick slices with his sharp teeth and she was free as he immediately returned to Red.  Grandma quickly knelt next to them, ignoring Fen’s quite, protective growl she examined Red’s injuries.  Satisfied that she wasn’t bleeding profusely from anywhere, the old woman rose to her feet and grabbed a large cauldron like kettle which she hung over the fire.  The cottage had been built around a deep, cold well, from which Grandma hurriedly drew buckets of water to fill the kettle.  As the water heated she opened a closet revealing a large copper bathtub which she gripped firmly and drug noisily over next to her granddaughter and the wolf.
    Looking down, Grandma stopped as she saw Fen lapping away at Red’s injuries, cleaning up the blood, “I have herbs out in the garden that will do her more good than you’re spit, wolf.”
    Fenrir looked up at her and Grandma drew back from his gaze, “Old Woman, your herbs pale next the healing qualities of my saliva.”
    Hearing him speak for the first time since she had fainted, Grandma asked slowly, “Who are you?”
    Fenrir returned his gaze to his injured mate, “Someone who just saved your granddaughter’s life.”
    Grandma gulped nervously, but Fen looked back to her almost kindly, “The bath is a good idea, though.  I assume you grow Heathpalm in your garden.”
    She nodded, “I’ll gather some in a moment.”
    Grandma filled the tub halfway with buckets of steaming water and then refilled the cauldron with water from the well.  She was about to go out to her garden when her eyes fell on the woodcutter’s corpse.  His cock still rigid, rigor mortis freezing it that way.  Determined not to have him in her house a moment longer, the old woman gripped his ankles and dragged his bloody corpse the rest of the way outside.  She left him next to the cottage as she gathered the herb Heathpalm from her garden.  Returning inside, she filled the tub the rest of the way with steaming water and chopped up the herb to put into the bath. 
    With a little help from Fen she lifted Red carefully into the hot water.  Red sighed as the water and the soothing powers of the Heathpalm went to work on her bruises and burns.  Soon, she began to feel much better as Grandma took a soft cloth and began washing her tender body, working her way down her chest, massaging her nonexistent breasts and pert little nipples before she went to work on her thighs.
    Red murmured as Grandma cleaned her up, “Mmmm, Grandma that feels so good!”
    Grandma smiled nervously, finding it hard to stay objective as she bathed her granddaughter, “Feeling better darling?”
    Fen stood next to the tub, his tail wagging as he watched the proceeding intently.
    Red grinned, “Much better,” as she playfully splashed some water onto her grandmother.
    Grandma yelped as her dress got wet, “Red!  Stop that! I’m all wet now!”
    Red giggled, “So take it off.   Cleaning is messy work!”
    Grandma shook her head and kept cleaning.
    Red splashed more water, drenching her grandmother’s entire torso.  The cloth of her dress outlining clearly her breasts and long aroused nipples.
    Grandma gasped and exasperatedly began to remove her dress, peeling the wet fabric off until her big tits bounced into view, “Fine, you aggravating girl,” she harrumphed as the garment dropped to the floor.
    As Grandma picked up the soap and cloth again and knelt to resume her work, Red reached out and cupped both of her heavily swinging, naked udders, “Oh my, Grandma!  What big breasts you have!”
    Grandma gasped as Red’s tiny hands hefted and played with her jugs.  For a moment she thought she should stop it, but it felt so good.
    ”The better for you to play with, my dear,” she murmured as lust flared in her eyes, “Oh Red!  Nobody’s played with my tits in so long!”
    Red grinned, “’Tits’, another new word I like!”
    Fen joined in, nuzzling Grandma’s bare skin and licking his way to her rear. 
    Grandma jumped as his tongue brushed her anus, “Oh my!”
    Red brought an erect, thumb like nipple to her lips, “Just let him, Grandma.  He want’s to play the game again.  And so do I!”
    Grandma gasped and moaned as her granddaughter suckled gently on her mature tits and the talking wolf licked skillfully at her backdoor.  Seeing no reason to resist, Grandma scooted back a little and spread her knees as she bent forward giving Red better access to her tits and the wolf better access to her orifices.
    Fen’s cock slid eagerly from his sheath and bobbed beneath him as he tongued the mature woman.  Red’s tongue flicked over her long thick nipple as she sucked and slurped wetly.  Not wanting to wait any longer, Fen gave a yip and leapt forward onto Grandma’s back, his front paws nestling to either side of her jugs.  Grandma moaned as she felt his big wolf dick bounce against her ass. 
    Fen growled into her ear, “I’m going to fuck your asshole, Old Woman.”
    Grandma moaned, “God! No, not there! S-stop…!”  as his stick prodded at her rear hole.  Red rose up and began to kiss her on the mouth while still palming and squeezing her fat melons.  Grandma kissed her back passionately, working their tongues together as Fen’s cock lined up with her clenched hole.
    “Aaaeiiiiii!  Nnnoo!! I’s oo ig!  ugk!!!”  Grandma cried into Red’s mouth as the wolf gave a thrust and popped inside her.  His hips bucked until he’d slid all the way inside, and then his cock slid in and out, pumping the older woman’s rectum.  After a few thrusts, Grandma began to adjust and her screams of pain subsided into moans of lust as she urged him to stroke faster.
    Red, meanwhile was still kissing her, enjoying her grandmothers long agile tongue as it wrapped itself around hers.  Breaking away for air she gasped, “My Grandma!  What a big tongue you have!”
    The old woman eyed her granddaughter’s small body hungrily as she answered, “All the better to lick you with, my dear!”
    Dipping her head down, Grandma snaked out her tongue and ran over Red’s naked, gleaming skin as the little her gurgled a happy sigh.  She tongued her nipples, making them puff out in arousal before sinking down licking and suck at Red’s belly flesh.  All the while, Fen shook the house with a howl as her boned her backdoor.  Pulling Red up and close, Grandma buried her face in her granddaughter’s snatch.  Her tongue wriggled up into Red’s squirming body and tickled her insides.  Red shrieked lustful laughter as her grandma tongued her young pussy.
    “Oh! Yes!  Grandma! Don’t stop!  God! Fuck me! Fuck me really good, Grandma!”  Red gripped her grandmother’s head for support as wave after wave of orgasm began to hit her.  Grandma funneled down Red’s cum with her tongue, greedily drinking down her granddaughter’s juices.
    Red descended from her orgasm slowly, gripping the side of the tub as she tried to center herself again.  Once she was calm again she looked up to see that Grandma had back off the tub and was moaning and grunting breathlessly on the floor as her ass was reamed by Fenrir.  Grinning mischievously, Red stepped out of the tub and knelt down beside her oblivious Grandma.  Wriggling underneath the older woman’s quivering body, Red found her lower lips and began to tongue them.  Her grandmother’s body shook over her.  Grandma wept with passion as the sensation of having her granddaughter lick her cunt swept over her.  When the little girl’s tongue slid inside and began gathering nectar, it was too much.  Grandma screamed as she came, gushing fluids all over Red’s face as her body bucked wildly, losing control completely.  Fenrir soon followed with a series of deep growling barks that made the walls shake as he deposited large wads of wolf cum inside the old woman’s rectum.
    The three fell to the floor, breathing hard as they tried to recover.  Grandma gathered Red into her arms and Fenrir lay his head in Red’s lap as they rested.
    “My Grandma,” Red grinned, “What a big cum you had.  I can still taste you, there was so much!”
    Grandma sighed and ran her hands comfortingly over her granddaughter, “All the more for you to drink, my dear.”
    “It was so yummy,” the little girl cooed and nestled into Grandma’s lap.
    The three lay like that for a while before Grandma finally suggested that they get Red into bed.  Little Red agreed but said she would like to step outside for some fresh air and to relieve herself.  While they waited for Red to return, Grandma pulled her favorite rocking chair in front of the fire and sat down.  Fenrir sat nearby on the floor, enjoying the warmth from the fire.  Grandma watched him and for the first time she had time to consider what he was.
    “You’re not a normal wolf, obviously,” she commented.
    Fen looked at her out of the corner of his eye, “What makes you say that. Old Woman?”
    Grandma snorted, “You speak human words for one thing.”
    “Maybe my brother wolves simply don’t make a habit of speaking to humans.”
    The old woman shrugged, not giving up, “I’ve never known a wolf’s howl to shake a building, no matter how desperate it’s plight.”
    Fen seemed to grin at her, “So, what if I am not a normal wolf?  Does that matter?”
    “It might to Red,” Grandma said darkly, “When you first entered my house, you referred to my granddaughter as your ‘bond mate’.  What did that mean?”
    Fenrir looked steadily at the fire as the flames danced back and forth, “It meant…exactly what it sounded like.  I am bonded to her.  We mated in the forest and now I am hers forever.”
    “And myself?  We had sex as well…”
    “But we did not mate.  I fucked your rear and kept from knotting with you,” Fen interrupted matter-of-factly, “With Red, I implanted her womb with my seed.  She now carries my litter.  That isn’t to say I won’t mate with you, if you wish it.  You are pack with us, too.  Our pack will grow large over time.”
    Grandma sighed wearily, “How can she be carrying you’re litter?  She’s only eight.”
    Fenrir snorted, “Because of what I am, my seed is sufficient to impregnate any womb.  No matter the age.”
    Grandma dreaded the answer to her next question, “And…what are you?”
    The big wolf looked directly at her, his eyes full of meaning, “Are you sure you want to know that yet?”
    Grandma’s breath caught in her throat, but she nodded.
    A low rumble started in Fen’s chest, “Fine then.  A more significant question would be, who am I?  Not, what am I?”
    Grandma’s courage was beginning to fail her, “W-who, then?”
    The rumble built until the wolf’s voice filled the cottage, “I am Fenrir.  Wolfgod of the forest.  My father was Loki, God of Mischief.  I am foretold to be Odin’s Executioner at Ragnarok, the end time.”
    Fen had barely gotten three words out before Grandma was prone on the floor before him, quivering in fear.  As the cottage quieted once more, he spoke with a kind voice, “Get off the floor, Old Woman.  Pack does not bow to one another.  At least not my pack.  Not anymore.”
    Grandma returned to her seat, but her eyes remained glued to the floor, “Why,” she moaned, “Why did you choose my family?  Why Red?”
    It was some time before Fen answered.  He stared into the flames, considering, “It is a lonely life I have, Old Woman.  I am exiled from Asgard, so I have little company with my own kind.  My last mate died over a hundred years ago.  My mates live forever if they can mange to keep from harm…if I can manage to keep them from harm.  I was not able to do that with my last…It was a long time before I even considered looking for another mate, but loneliness is what it is.  It has taken even longer for me to find the right person.  Boy or girl it did not matter, only that they were the one.  When I met your granddaughter in the forest, at first I was intrigued.  But after only a few minutes with her, I knew.  She is my soul mate.  She is confident, fearless, intensely curious, and voraciously passionate.  I knew right away that she needed to mate.  It didn’t take much, she took to it faster than most humans.  She is perfect.”
    Grandma sighed, “But, she is only eight.  Too young for any of this.”
    The wolf grunted, “And I am only eighty thousand and some odd years, and not the oldest of gods I assure you.  Any mortal would seem a babe to me.  I call you Old Woman, but that is because that is how you see yourself, not how I see you.  Even you are a babe in arms compared to me.”
    Grandma hung her head, shame still tugging at her, “But to take her childhood.  Gods!  I am a horrible grandmother!”
    Fen chuckled, “Did you see how she took to sex.  Old Woman, be easy on yourself.  She would have soon found someone to fuck, anyhow.  Her predilection for depravity is one of the things that drew me to her.  I can smell it on humans.  You reek of it more than any other species.  Except, perhaps for gods.”
    They fell silent for some time.  Grandma contemplated all that she had learned.  It staggered the mind.  And yet, she found it thrilling as well.  Looking around she suddenly realized something.
    “Where is Red?  Surely it does not take this long to go to the bathroom.”
    The woman and the wolf rose from their seats and hurried outside.  The night was cool and the stars were brilliant crystals gleaming in the sky.  The night wind blew gently, breezing through the grass and garden with a calm grace.
    Grandma and Fen stood gazing raptly, not at the beauty of the night but at the scene playing but a few feet from the house.  Red moaned and cried passionately as she bounced up and own on top of the woodsman.  Her cunt wedged snugly around his stiff, dead, cock.
    Fen looked over to the old woman and asked, “Still think she is too young or innocent for this?”
    The night sky deepened as Red let out a keening orgasmic cry.