TheNiteSiren
Virginal Temptress
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It was the same path, the same situation and the same goal all over again. To her mother, she would always be Emmeline Gynns but to the people of the neighboring town, she was ‘Little Red’. At the age of 18, she had long flowing ruby red locks that had been compared to silk in the way it shined. It was well known that Little Red had a thing for Kit Trahan, the town bad boy and a werewolf. For humans and werewolves to mix even in this day and age was highly taboo but she could help how she felt.
They had argued until both were blue in the face. It had always been her age that had thrown him. He always told her that she was too young to know that this was what she wanted. Little Red knew alright. She knew to the point that she woke almost every night in a passion-induced sweat, aching after a dream of him and those glowing violet eyes. If she couldn’t get him to listen to reason or his own heart, she would have to tempt him. Wolves had high sex drives and lust was very potent when in the air for them.
As usual Little Red was dressed in a low cut red and white sundress with her ruby hooded cape over it. Little Red had gone a whole week with relieving herself of the sexual tension in her body. Her pussy was wet and the clit throbbing. The scent was sure to attract his attention since he was one of the only wolves that hung out in this section of woods. In her hands was a basket that contained their latest donations for the church benefit that Little Red was supposed to deliver to her grandmother’s house.
There was a low wind blew at the red locks of her hair as she walked down that familiar path. Little Red kept a slow pace, almost begging Mother Nature to bring him to her. They had met as children. People had warned her away from him many times but their friendship was a strong one until something changed. She had kissed him. A deep growl had resonated through her best friend. Kit’s eyes glowed and he took a few steps back from her. She had been 14 years old that day and he had been 17, almost 18.
In some part of her, Little Red knew he wanted what she did. There was a clearing there that the two of them had known well. She took the blanket out of the basket and spread it out on the ground. Slowly Red untied the knot at her throat and let the hooded cape fall. Her red hair was down, flowing down her back. She laid herself on the blanket and pulled up her skirt to show that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Red also took out a small vibrator and opened the lips of her pussy to the cool air.
Red’s low moan was heard by someone in the shadows. Slowly she began to rub at that swollen clit, thinking about those sexy lips wrapped around it. It had been so long since she had had any relief. Red let the straps of her dress fall and pull it down to reveal two perfectly shaped breasts with dark pink nipples that were hard as pebbles. Her long fingers pinched at her nipple and she tormented that clit. Her next words struck home. In a low moan, “Oh Kit…I need you.”
They had argued until both were blue in the face. It had always been her age that had thrown him. He always told her that she was too young to know that this was what she wanted. Little Red knew alright. She knew to the point that she woke almost every night in a passion-induced sweat, aching after a dream of him and those glowing violet eyes. If she couldn’t get him to listen to reason or his own heart, she would have to tempt him. Wolves had high sex drives and lust was very potent when in the air for them.
As usual Little Red was dressed in a low cut red and white sundress with her ruby hooded cape over it. Little Red had gone a whole week with relieving herself of the sexual tension in her body. Her pussy was wet and the clit throbbing. The scent was sure to attract his attention since he was one of the only wolves that hung out in this section of woods. In her hands was a basket that contained their latest donations for the church benefit that Little Red was supposed to deliver to her grandmother’s house.
There was a low wind blew at the red locks of her hair as she walked down that familiar path. Little Red kept a slow pace, almost begging Mother Nature to bring him to her. They had met as children. People had warned her away from him many times but their friendship was a strong one until something changed. She had kissed him. A deep growl had resonated through her best friend. Kit’s eyes glowed and he took a few steps back from her. She had been 14 years old that day and he had been 17, almost 18.
In some part of her, Little Red knew he wanted what she did. There was a clearing there that the two of them had known well. She took the blanket out of the basket and spread it out on the ground. Slowly Red untied the knot at her throat and let the hooded cape fall. Her red hair was down, flowing down her back. She laid herself on the blanket and pulled up her skirt to show that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Red also took out a small vibrator and opened the lips of her pussy to the cool air.
Red’s low moan was heard by someone in the shadows. Slowly she began to rub at that swollen clit, thinking about those sexy lips wrapped around it. It had been so long since she had had any relief. Red let the straps of her dress fall and pull it down to reveal two perfectly shaped breasts with dark pink nipples that were hard as pebbles. Her long fingers pinched at her nipple and she tormented that clit. Her next words struck home. In a low moan, “Oh Kit…I need you.”