Red Riding Hood - Chapter 19
The sensation of her touch left him dazed.
Cinq’s plump, rosy lips. Her soft tongue, and the honey-like sweetness of her breath intertwined to form his name.
“Ylfus.”
Was this what it felt like to hear your name spoken by the deity you worshipped?
Ylfus felt his chest burn hot, as though a lump of coal had been ignited within.
Overwhelmed with rising excitement, he swiftly swept everything off the table. An apple that had been rolling across the surface fell to the floor, but he paid it no mind. He lifted Cinq in one swift motion and laid her across the tabletop.
His hands trembled as he hastily gathered up the hem of her dress, but then—like a bolt of lightning striking his crown—he froze.
Staring in shock, he let out a startled shout.
“Cinq…!”
His mischievous lover tilted her head back and burst into peals of laughter.
“Why aren’t you wearing any undergarments? How long have you been like this?”
“It’s a secret.”
The innocent knight, who had spent the entire day dutifully carrying her on his feet to spare her injured ones, had no idea.
How could he have known that while she cared for the house with the elegance of a noblewoman, under her simple linen dress, she was pressing her bare, plump bottom against him?
He’d been utterly fooled the entire time, but rather than feeling anger, he was struck dumb with bliss, his mind going blank.
Calling her name in a daze, he buried his face into the crevice of her pale, tender mounds.
He latched onto the plump curve of her soft flesh as though he would swallow it whole, and the moment his lips made contact, Cinq let out a sharp cry.
With the tip of his tongue pointed, he traced the slick crevice and delved deeper to lap at the supple petals within. The taste was intoxicating.
Pulling back from her moist core, he said,
“My sly little Cinq. I can guess exactly what you were thinking when you slipped into my arms without any undergarments. You were having cute, naughty thoughts, weren’t you? That’s why you taste so adorably wicked.”
Spreading his hand, he pressed it over her slick, glistening flesh and gently massaged.
With his heightened sensitivity, he could feel every tremor of her heated mound beneath his palm. He noticed the pleasure-swollen nub quivering as though seeking something to grasp and the tiny, flushed opening softly puckering, as if hungry to take something in.
As he rubbed her with rough fingers, he murmured,
“Can you feel that? Your little entrance is gripping me.”
“Hah, ah…”
“Feel it. Even with just my hand, it’s already clutching and gulping, as if it’s longing for something. And yet, you’re dripping sweet nectar. What is it, Cinq? What are you craving so desperately?”
Even as she gasped for breath, Cinq responded immediately,
“Not your tongue.”
He let out a deep, exhilarated breath, as if downing a strong drink, and brushed the pad of his middle finger against her small, quivering entrance.
The delicate slit was slick and inviting, its inner warmth soft and yielding. His finger slid in effortlessly.
Ylfus stared, entranced, as her flushed opening swallowed his coarse, thick finger.
Summoning his courage, he gently eased his index finger inside as well. He felt her tight walls squeeze firmly around him. Even with just two fingers, the fit was snug.
Carefully, he began to move his hand, and Cinq immediately responded.
Her adorably lifted lower belly quivered. The soft, heated inner walls nibbled at his fingers, gently sucking them in. It was so narrow, so delicate, that tears nearly welled up in his eyes.
“Cinq, Cinq.”
“Hnn, ah…”
“Does it feel good? Does it hurt?”
“I’m not sure. It feels… strange… so embarrassing…”
“Is embarrassment all you feel? That’s alright. You’re utterly lovable, so be as embarrassed as you like.”
“It doesn’t hurt.”
“It doesn’t hurt yet. But what should I do? They say a woman’s first time is so painful it makes her cry.”
With her skirt bunched up around her like a bouquet, Cinq spread her thighs wide and said,
“It’s alright. If it’s you, Lord Wolf… I’m okay with it.”
The wolf let out a deep, rumbling growl.
“Ah, Cinq.”
“You say it’ll hurt… but somehow, I’m not scared. And when you touch me, Lord Wolf… it feels so good. I want you to keep touching me… forever.”
“So that’s what you wanted. That’s why you weren’t wearing any undergarments… You adorable little thing. I’ll keep touching you. Forever and always…”
He bowed his head as if in repentance, his trembling hands focusing on the sacred task before him.
