Red Riding Hood - Chapter 13
The wolf gently grasped her legs that were underneath him, his smooth strokes coaxing her thighs apart, and placed his hand where light-colored nether hair neatly covered.
“Ah…!”
When his hand touched a part that had never been touched by anyone else, Cinq cried out as if in shock and curled up her body.
“Cinq, my sweet little one.”
He climbed over her, his body like a massive rock, firm and encompassing, and peered deeply into her trembling blue eyes.
With his rough hands, he grasped her b******s, brought his lips close to her ear, and whispered hot and sweet as if drizzling boiling honey,
“How can this flesh be so soft? It feels like my fingertips might melt.”
“Ah, hmm…!”
He gently squeezed and massaged the flesh of her s*x. A strange sensation began to bloom inside her, a part of her body that had remained closed and unresponsive.
Inside her, there seemed to be a seed of pleasure, a small organ that had been unfeeling until now. Like a seed buried in frozen soil that does not sprout, it seemed to react as if it had been waiting under the rough caress of the man touching her.
“Cinq.”
The man looked into her eyes and asked,
“Do you know why such soft flesh generously clings here?”
Cinq wrapped one arm around his neck and shook her head.
“That’s because it’s meant to keep you from hurting.”
The wolf grabbed her b******s and rubbed them, then went on to gently stimulate the trapped c******s and softly tapping the entire mound with the hard part of his palm.
“If I were to enter this tiny place, wouldn’t it hurt too much? You have this plump flesh to suffer a little less.”
“Hmm, ah, oh…!”
“Goodness, it’s still too small. It’s pretty and soft, but look. It’s so small that it can barely be grasped with the tips of my fingers. Little one, I… Ah, I dare not violate this place.”
As he softly tapped her folds, the wolf slightly parted the closed flesh and said,
“Cinq, today… I shall give you only sweet things. You’ve suffered a lot today. I don’t want to hurt you at all today. So don’t be scared at all. Understand?”
Cinq parted her lips slightly and murmured,
“Yes, yes.. Lord Wolf.”
The wolf pressed his lips to her white, round forehead. The unfamiliar sensation of his rough, black beard against her face made Cinq tightly shut her eyes.
Her eyelids and lashes trembled visibly.
His lips moved downwards, caressing her earlobe and traveling down the line of her slender neck, showering it with kisses, and gently biting her thin collarbone.
He tickled the rounded part of her b*****s with the tip of his tongue and deeply kissed the most slender part of her waist.
Overwhelmed by the soft kisses spread all over her body, Cinq could not gather her thoughts.
Even though she was lying beneath his large, heavy body, it didn’t feel heavy at all. It felt as if she was floating in clouds, endlessly rising softly.
And then.
When his soft, thick lips touched her most intimate place.
Cinq trembled uncontrollably with an unbearable ticklish sensation.
“Ah, ah!”
Simultaneously, the wolf spread her legs wide.
Cinq gasped and looked down.
Unbelievably, he was gazing between her legs.
She tried to close her thighs with shame, shouting,
“Ah, no, I don’t like it…!”
“Why not, Cinq? Why?”
“Because I’m embarrassed…!”
“Shh, shush. Little one, this isn’t something to be ashamed of.”
The wolf pushed her thighs with his cheek, spreading her curled-up legs back apart and said,
“I told you, your body is all there for you. You shouldn’t feel ashamed of it.”
“Hmm, ah, still, hmm, ah…!”
Cinq’s voice rose as he peeled back the white, plump flesh to reveal her hidden intimacy.
“Cinq.”
Lying with his head resting on her thigh, he inhaled the warm, damp air trapped in her deepest and most tender spot and said,
“I may not know much about women, but I know a little. If you want to open a woman’s body, you must touch here very gently.”
“Ah, hmm…!”
“Do you know what this place looks like? It’s like a flower. Bright and plump petals shyly emerging… a very tiny, wildflower bud hidden beneath. There’s a small hole underneath too small to swallow a finger.”
“Hmm, ah, ah, hmm…!”
Inhaling the fragrance trapped within her and blowing his breath into her flower-like place, the wolf looked up at her and asked,
“Cinq. Do you prefer my hand or my tongue?”
Cinq’s eyes, which had been blurry, snapped open.
She wasn’t sure exactly what he meant by using his hand or tongue, but it seemed the tongue was not a good idea.
Desperately, Cinq said,
“Not the tongue, I like your hand.”
The wolf obediently nodded his head like a tamed beast.
The next moment, his rough fingers skimmed her most sensitive flesh. Cinq’s petite body immediately reacted.
