The evening forest was dense with evergreens. Complete darkness filled the night sky making navigating the treacherous path that much more difficult. The old woods were full of mysteries, tales, and legends. None more well known than that of the Big Bad Wolf. Legend tells of a wolf larger than any ever seen, some say that it even eats small children, and some say it's not even a wolf at all. The one thing everyone knows is that you should never get lost in these woods. Because you never know what you will find.

Panic was starting to set in, shivers ran down her spine. It was cold and Red wore nothing more than a short red skirt that barely covered her backside, an undershirt was layered with a tight-fitting corset. It restricted her breathing and made her heart race. The only saving grace from the cold was the long flowing red cloak made by her grandma. She pulled it tightly around her body as the wind chilled her to the core.

A long howl echoed in the distance. A surge ran through her body tensing every muscle making her freeze in place. Red had lost her way. She was no longer on the path she had planned, and she didn't know where she was. All she knew was that she needed to do was get back on the path, and fast! Another howl sounded closer followed by the crunch of leaves and twigs. She was in immediate danger.

With no hesitation she took off running, as fast as her little legs could carry her. One foot in front of the other. She leapt over fallen trees, dodged low hanging branches, and stomped through the mud careful not to lose her footing. All she knew was that she needed to get somewhere safe. The muscles in her legs were on fire, her heart was hammering in her chest, and she knew she could not stop running. It could be a matter of life and death.

A familiar smell wafted, it was vanilla, baked vanilla, the smell of her grandma's cookies. She knew she was on the right path. Grandma's house meant safety. Safety from whatever nightmare followed her. Red's legs kept moving, kept pushing forward, leading her to the safe space. That was her safe haven. A soft glow appeared between the trees beyond the horizon. A loud snap and low growl kicked Red into a full-on sprint straight ahead. She was not going to be some animal's plaything. This was not the end of her story. She was not going to be another missing person. Another victim of the Big Bad Wolf.

The forest opened into a small clearing and there in the center was her grandma's cottage. It was just a plain simple cottage that most would see as laughable. But, to Red this was safety. Somewhere to escape whatever had been tracking her. She closed the gap to the porch in record time. She was safe, Red could catch her breath and finally take in her surroundings. Her legs screamed in agony and resentment. Her hand reached for the door handle and before she could turn it, she heard a low huff.

Large silver eyes glowed in the light of the full moon. A long snout, sharp teeth, and pointed ears appeared just outside of the tree line. The large silver wolf specked with patches of white hair glowed in the light. Every muscle was toned and elongated. He was handsome, elegant and almost beautiful. It could only be described as the most beautiful of nightmares. Raw power surged through its body. That was the Big Bad Wolf, the legend was real.

“Come in dear, you like you have just seen a ghost. What's got you so worked up?” A sweet old that could only be described as grandma interrupted.

“Grandma look! The Wolf!”

“I don't see a wolf!” the grandma retorted scanning the empty horizon beyond.

“Right there!” Red exclaimed pointing to the tree line where the wolf was just a second ago. But it was gone. No trace of the massive being. Only the lingering memory is still fresh in her mind.

“Oh dear, come inside before you catch a cold!” the sweet old lady said, taking Red by the hand and quickly shutting the door behind her.

The small fire in the far corner of the room didn't only light the room up but warmed it ever so gently. The source of that wonderful smell was on the counter. Cookies, grandma had made cookies. These cookies led her home. They didn't just help her, but they saved her life and brought her to safety.

Red made her way closer to the fire and warmed herself. She reached for the cookies that were on the counter and examined it closely. They were covered in chocolate chips, like always. She raised it to her lip and bit through the crunchy exterior to expose a soft and fluffy interior that was warm. It was nice going down. It warmed her from the inside out.

Grandma always made cookies on the last night of the full moon; it was one of her traditions. The marking of a new cycle. A new and fresh start. A small celebration of sorts. It's been that way ever since she was a little girl. She never missed a cycle. Red had eaten a couple of the cookies and then she was escorted home shortly after by her dad, if not him then both of her parents. But tonight was not like the other nights. She had tried to make the journey herself. The path was not easy to remember, and she got lost and almost got eaten by The Big Bad Wolf. This was the first time as an adult she tried to make the trip on her own. She didn't need daddy to hold her hand anymore, she was an adult now.

“Are you leaving soon my dear”? Looking past the clearing to the path that led up to her cottage anticipating one of her parents to meet her here like they always had “Or are you planning on staying tonight?”

“My legs feel like they are on fire, I am so exhausted, I thought I would be strong and do this on my own this time, but I feel like a failure. I feel like I let you down. I feel like I let daddy down. I don't think I can make it home.” She admitted to her grandma hanging her head low in defeat. Her eyes began to sting, and a lonely tear rolled down her cheek.

She was pulled into her grandma in a tight embrace. Reassuring her that it would be okay. If not now, soon. There was hope that she could do this again next time. But she couldn't make the trip home tonight.

“If you sleep here tonight, you cannot. I repeat you cannot open the door after midnight.” The Grandma said very firmly and almost in a protective way.

“Why, What's out there?”

“It's not a what, but a who.”

“Grandma what's going on? Please tell me!”

“Just promise me you'll do it!”

“Fine!” Red retorted not knowing quite sure what her grandma was so worried about. What was out there? What had her grandma so shook. Is this why she couldn't stay all these years? What was she talking about?

‘We should lock up soon, the full moon has almost passed, and he will be out soon.” Grandma said, looking as pale as a ghost and started backing towards the basement.

“Grandma what are you doing? What is happening?”

“There is not enough time. Just do not forget what I said. Lock the door. Do not let anyone in.”

“But...”

“Put out the lights, close all the curtains, lock the door and stay quiet. He will arise, and he will be hungry.” That was the last thing she said before she shut the basement and latched the door closed locking herself inside.

Whos hungry? What's got her so scared? Why lock everything up? Should I be scared? All of these thoughts were running through her mind while her body ached. But she did as she was told and walked around the small cottage putting out all the candles, closing all the blinds, and last but not least the fire.

Red was exhausted from the long trip and needed to get to bed as soon as possible. She stripped off her shoes, followed by her corset. With a little work she was able to slide her skirt past her hips and it tumbled onto the floor. She stood there in just her undergarments. Her nipples were stiff from the cold of the room, and she was sore. She just wanted this day to end. This night. She just wanted it to be over. She crawled into bed and tucked herself in with a down comforter. Her eyes were heavy and her mind clouded and the last thing she heard before drifting off could only be described as a mix of howls and screams but she couldn't be bothered at this point.

There was a loud scratch across the front of the door. It sounded like sharp claws being dragged across it. Red bolted upright out of bed and stared towards the door. The one she had forgotten to bolt close. The one thing she promised her grandma she would do. Her only responsibility this evening. Before a scream could escape her lips, she covered her mouth quickly. The least she could do was keep quiet as she was told to do. The door creaked open, and a silhouette of a man stood in the doorway. Filling the door frame. Moonlight poured into the room revealing the details of this man. But he wasn't just a man. Something about him was different. Those eyes were piercing and told a story word could never. His hair was silver with patches of white throughout. He stood a whole foot taller than any man she had ever come across. And he was strong, powerful, built to dispose of his enemies with little to no effort. This was not just a man; this was a warrior. His ears were furry and pointed, but not as pointed as his impressive canines. His body was immaculate and sculpted and everything pointed downwards towards his groin that was only covered by a thin pair of trousers. This was not just a man, was this the wolf?

“What big eyes you have...” Red trailed off lost in the beautiful specimen of a being that was outlined before her as he paced forward making the space between them smaller by every passing second.

“Better to see you with my dear.” He said in a low growl that could shake your very core. His voice demanded attention. Especially Red’s attention.

“What big ears you have...” She managed to get out through racing breaths as he crept closer to her merely a couple feet from her now. Every bit of her body was telling her to run. And to run far. But something was keeping her from running. It could be that enticing voice, or it could be the heat between her thighs causing her to press them together.

“Better to hear you with my dear.” He let out in that voice listening to her heartbeat quickening. He knew exactly what he was doing. The tone of his voice, the way he spoke, every syllable made the nerves in her body light up. It made the blood rush in her body like it never had before. Centralizing in her core makes it throb for him. She had never felt this way for a man before, but she knew she liked it and wanted him to keep going.

“Oh, and those.... teeth you have...” She let out slowly on a breath being careful of how much of that invisible reap she would give him before he yanked on it. Her heart was racing, and her breath was catching. Her legs began parting on their own.

“Better to...” He hesitated as he crawled between her legs hovering over her placing both hands on the sides of her small frame. His silver hair cascaded down his back over his shoulders down onto her chest closing what little distance was left between them. In a low growl he finished his sentence “...taste you with. And I am very hungry.”

He pressed his lips firmly to hers and lowered his body. The kiss was hard and soft in the most amazing way possible. Sparks started flying in her mind. One of his hands softly trailed up her arm leaving goosebumps in its wake, and he softly trailed up her neck tilting her head up towards him. Red surrendered to him and gasped softly. When her mouth opened he found the oppurtunoty to ease his tongue in past hers and twirl it within her mouth.

Red arched her back hard into him pressing her core against his length and chills ran down her entire body. These feelings were entirely new, but she was already addicted and loved every minute of it. She wanted nothing more than to explore these newfound feelings with his man. This Wolf. With whatever this was. Before she could formulate another thought his hand wandered a little further south.

The Wolfs hand was within her undergarments exploring her core. Sliding his hand up and down the slick center. Her hips moved against his hand almost jerky at first but then she found a rhythm that felt amazing. And she kept going. Kept riding that wave. He was teasing her, and he knew it. He wanted this little girl to truly need him. Need him more than anything. As her hips began picking up the pace, he decided he would help her out a bit more.

His fingers slid within her with so much ease it's as if they were almost invited in. She let out a soft gasp as she adjusted to him and softly bit her lower lip. His fingers began moving back and forth, working slowly but efficiently. He continued until the pace matched that of her hips and he knew she was putty in his hand. He didn't have to work very hard as her hips were doing most of the work.

Her hips worked his hand in the best of ways, and he smiled down at her. The wolf rolled softly onto his side while his free hand gently lifted her shirt to expose her breasts that bounced softly as she rocked back and forth. The wolf leaned down and trailed his tongue over the exposed skin ending at the tip of her nipple and he twirled small circles around it. She let out a soft moan as he took the nipple into his mouth and softly tugged on her nipple with his teeth allowing another wave of passion to roll down her body concentrating in that tiny bundle of nerves.

The Wolf had Red under his spell. She was his to do with what he pleased, and he was going to make sure she had a good time. She had given up so easily. She had submitted to every primal urge he had. Red was such a good girl. And the Wolf was going to show her how much of a good girl she can actually be. He released her nipple from his mouth and shifted those canines to the crook of her neck and softly bites. Red could feel something building up inside of her. Something deep within her. Like a tension she had never felt before. Like a rubber band that was pulled just a little too far. She was needy. Needy for something but didn't quite know what. She needed a release. She needed more. “P-please...M-more...” was all she was able to get out.

In response the Wolf found that little bundle of nerves between her legs and it was slick. He rhythmically circled it with his thumb while his fingers worked at her entrance. She was moaning and gasping all at the same time. The Wolfs eyes lit up because he knew exactly what was going to happen next. All at once that rubber band snapped and she gripped the sheets as tight as humanly possible as the waves of her orgasm rolled from the top of her head all the way down the tip of her toes. Her body rolled through the waves, and she smiled up at him when the last wave passed as she softly reached between his legs and gripped his thick length.

“Oh, it's my turn now.” The Wolf growled as he hooked his trousers and dropped them to the floor. His member was thick and long. “Turn around for me” Without any hesitation Red rolled onto her stomach and lifted herself up on her hands and knees sticking her backside out to him and planted herself firmly on the bed.

“Like this?” she teased.

“Thats a good girl.” He praised her gripping his own length and carefully eased the tip softly into her entrance. He ran his hands over his ass and gripped her hips. He pulled back on them burying his length deep within her and she let out a soft groan as his length disappeared deep within her entrance. The wolfs hips started rocking back and forth working it as deep as it would go.

The sound of their bodies clapping filled the room. Soft moans escaped her lips while low growls emitted from him. His pace quickened and his grip tightened. Red was getting so weak and tired that she had to brace herself against the wall. She buried her face deep into the pillow and bit down hard. She could feel that same tension building again from earlier. Red's hand reached down between her own legs finding her clit again and started working it while he was thrusting deep within her.

The Wolf could feel his own orgasm building. The bed was shaking back and forth from the force that he was thrusting with. He could feel her inner muscles tightening. Gripping him tight. And he exploded deep within her pouring his seed deep into her and she snapped milking him for everything he had and they collapsed in a heap together. Exhausted. Tired. Done.