Red Riding Hood - Chapter 12
The wolf was clumsy but did not rush.
He laid Cinq on the bed and slowly undressed her.
Looking into her eyes, he carefully untied the knots of her bodice.
As he rolled up the linen dress from her legs, his eyes seemed intoxicated as he gazed at her gradually exposed naked body.
When he lifted the dress over her head, her slender, soft figure was revealed, faintly tinged with a rosy glow under the dim light.
Only a thin undergarment remained, barely covering her lower body.
Under the warm light, her unhooded hair shimmered like golden waves rippling under the morning sun.
Her trembling figure looked as though it had been sculpted from seafoam lifted from the ocean of life.
The wolf let out a low growl.
“Cinq, you are breathtakingly beautiful.”
Embarrassed, Cinq crossed her arms over her chest, but the wolf clicked his tongue.
“Why hide such beauty?”
“…Because it embarrasses me.”
“Cinq, let me tell you how beautiful your chest is. Listen carefully.”
He gently removed her arms and leaned in to examine her chest.
Cinq felt like her breath might stop. She was so nervous that her chest visibly rose and fell beneath the wolf’s golden gaze.
The wolf spoke slowly.
“Little one, your body looks as if it were crafted from soft, white cream. I’m almost afraid that running my tongue over it might leave grooves. And your b*****s?”
He stared at her chest as he continued,
“They’re fresh and tender, like white rosebuds on the verge of blooming. Sweet, like cream poured generously for a king. Ah, heavens. Cinq, I swear, no king could stand before you without bowing. If they could kiss these b*****s…”
He lowered his head and buried his nose between her bare b*****s.
Inhaling deeply, the wolf savored her scent, and Cinq, startled, held her breath.
“What a sweet fragrance. Once, a priest taught me a unique way to enjoy tea—placing a lump of sugar on the tongue and gently dissolving it with rich, fragrant tea. The sweetness hit like a punch to the nose. That is your scent, little one.”
Murmuring like a drunken man, the wolf scattered soft kisses along the rounded lines of her chest.
His hot, thick lips pressed down like a branding iron, and his rough beard brushed against her sensitive skin.
Cinq’s back arched, and her legs crossed instinctively.
Then, he lightly kissed her n****e.
“Ah…!”
A high-pitched moan escaped Cinq’s lips before she realized it.
Her breath was warm and damp, unfamiliar, as though it didn’t belong to her.
It felt like she was exhaling her first breath all over again.
The wolf, his lips brushing against her n****e, whispered in a raspy voice,
“This is like a pink pearl. Cinq, you were surely born a noblewoman. How could you not be, with such precious jewels on your body?”
He opened his mouth wide and took her b****t into his mouth.
Cinq’s back lifted off the bed.
“Ah, hng…!”
The full flesh of her b****t, her soft areola, and her n****e, rounded like a pearl, all seemed to blend within his mouth.
Cinq clung to the wolf’s head, trembling.
“Hng, ah, ah…!”
Each time his thick tongue pressed against her n****e, her entire body trembled, and whenever he suckled like an infant, her waist arched sharply.
The wolf’s large, rough hands roamed over her body without missing an inch.
He kneaded her b****t, twisting her n****e with his coarse fingertips.
His palm pressed firmly against her slender waist and flat stomach, stroking her skin as though gathering and scattering it.
Cinq’s parted lips released heated breaths.
She didn’t hold back her soft moans, arching her back in response to his touch, her body following his hands as if asking for more.
It was unbelievable.
To think someone’s gaze could feel so unthreatening.
To think that being desired like this—gazed upon with hunger, craved, and loved—could feel so good.
His hand, which had been caressing her abdomen and the curve of her pelvis, moved lower.
The thin linen covering her was pulled down.
Cinq wriggled her toes, helping him remove her underwear.
Now she was completely bare, her body flushed pink, breathing heavily as she looked up at the wolf.
