Red Riding Hood - Chapter 26
He kissed her lips several times, as if to confirm how perfectly they fit.
Their lips meshed perfectly no matter how they were aligned, as if they were originally one and had reunited.
It wasn’t just the lips.
The tip of his nose grazed hers, sliding down the curve of her cheek to find a perfect fit. Below his lips, the spot that indented seemed as though it was made just for Cinq’s small chin.
They found places where every part of their bodies seemed to fit.
After a full, soft kiss, his lips pressed down hard on hers. The dizzying sensation of their mucous membranes deeply connecting made Cinq’s lips naturally part.
Ylfus sucked in those small, plump lips as if to devour them. His tongue tentatively licked inside her lips, and the saliva pooled inside was sweet and sticky, like the juice of ripe fruit.
The excited beast wanted to ask.
Cinq, do you like this?
Cinq trembled all over and clung to his neck.
Her plump lower lip timidly rubbed against his.
Sensing her permission, the beast hurriedly pounced. He supported her slender neck and kissed her deeply, brushing softly, sucking sweetly.
Cinq struggled to breathe but tried to match his movements. Even though breathing was difficult, she lovingly cupped his gaunt cheeks with both hands and didn’t let go.
She hooked her elbows on his shoulders and pushed her small body up, climbing completely on top of him. As she aligned her center of gravity with him and settled down, Ylfus was startled and his eyes popped wide open.
He called out to her in a trembling voice.
“Cinq, Cinq.”
“I want you, Ylfus.”
Regaining his senses, Ylfus pulled her slender body close and soothed her.
“No, little one. I don’t want to have you like this. After slipping the most expensive ring on your pretty finger, our first night should be before the most sacred witnesses, in a solemn atmosphere…”
Cinq silenced the talkative wolf’s lips with her own as she undid the bodice of her dress.
She then pulled her crisp linen dress over her head and took it off.
Ylfus covered his eyes with his hands and exclaimed.
“Even if you tempt me so…”
Cinq pulled on the handle of the large sword he had set beside him.
A blade as white as the Wolf’s fangs sprang out.
She placed her left ring finger on the sharp edge.
Ylfus screamed in alarm.
“Cinq!”
In that moment, a thin line appeared on her finger.
Soon, fresh blood welled up, making it look as if she was wearing a bright red ring.
Cinq pulled Ylfus’s left hand towards her and inflicted the same wound on him.
Then she clasped his left hand with hers.
The dripping blood mixed together in their hands.
Cinq said,
“I don’t need an expensive ring or witnesses for our first night. All that matters to me is you.”
Ylfus clenched her small hand tightly and groaned.
“Ah, Cinq. My lovely bride.”
Cinq smiled sweetly and whispered,
“And… Ylfus, the moon watching over us seems like a sacred enough witness, and the air surrounding us solemn enough, doesn’t it?”
The heat of passion ignited lust in an instant.
He could no longer resist and pulled her tightly against him.
He bent his head to her b****t, burying his nose in the plumpest part of her slim body. Like a dog that rubs its nose in its favorite scent when it finds it, he frantically inhaled the soft scent of her flesh.
His calloused hands swept over her slim waist as if scraping it, and he grabbed her round b******s with both hands and spread them.
Pushing his fingers below, he felt the sticky moisture on her thin linen undergarments.
“Ah, ah…!”
As his hand touched below, Cinq instinctively twisted her waist trying to escape his touch.
But he held on tighter, sucking on her small n****e while he restrained her.
“Cinq, little one. You’re… wet here.”
He traced the wet linen with his fingertips.
The fabric, soaked and clinging to her private parts, let him feel every detail of her petals, spread apart as she straddled his large body.
Pushing the undergarments aside, his fingertips encountered the burning heat.
There, swollen with blood and throbbing, he rubbed the engorged c******s and fondled the slightly open entrance.
The wet orifice twitched as if pulling him in.
