Warning! This series of fairy tale one shots will have various subjects or content that might make you uncomfortable, like cannibalism, manipulation, abuse, and other such things. This is because I wanted to link the original fairy tales and all their messed up content that Disney and others alike censure, and combine it with Diabolik Lovers. Now this isn't to say that dark content will be featured all the time, and I will specify the warning before the chapter. So if it makes you feel uncomfortable just skip certain chapters.
I'd also like to remind you that these characters don't have to share my moral beliefs, or philosophies. My main goal in making this was to combine horror and romance, so I hope I succeeded. This series is written in third person without Yui as the MC. There are no OC's and you can self-insert if you like but it isn't really a reader x diaboy scenario, neither am I shipping them with say 'Cinderella', in fact the heroine remains nameless for the most part. But you can imagine what you like ^^ Oh and there be no vampires here. AU for a reason ya feel?
*You can watch a trailer for this fic on youtube. Just type in Diabolik Fairy Tales.
Rated M
Chapter 1 ~ Yuma Mukami. Warnings: Lemon and Implied Cannibalism
What Big Teeth You Have
Little girls, this seems to say,
Never stop upon your way,
Never trust a stranger-friend;
No one knows how it will end.
As you're pretty so be wise;
Wolves may lurk in every guise.
Handsome they may be, and kind,
Gay, and charming - never mind!
Now, as then, 'tis simple truth -
Sweetest tongue has sharpest tooth!
~ Charles Perrault
Pushing against a heavy door, a young woman braced herself. Its large frame swung wide on its hinges with a groan, almost lost in the rush of wind and biting cold. Quickly stepping out, she heaved the door back into place, trying to stop any heat from escaping. She sighed, breath becoming visible in the air, before adjusting the basket slung over her forearm. Clutching the clasp of her cloak tightly, the material strained under her hand as she shivered. Not wasting time, she trudged forward in the snow, the blood red of her cloak in stark contrast to the white surroundings.
Luckily the winds became still, and it had long stopped snowing, making it easier to walk without having to brace against the elements. The woman craned her neck up to the full sky, and wondered how long she had until the next snow fell. Grimly going about her task, she strode through the small village. If it were a little warmer she would probably have dallied, but she had a two hour journey ahead, so the sooner she left the better.
Passing the local blacksmith, her lashes lowered in pleasure as heat softly caressed her cheeks. Her steps faltered as it lured her in, the very air beckoning her closer.
"Hey, Little Red! Off to Grandma's again I take it?" Shouted the aged blacksmith, sweat clinging to his brow. She briefly envied him, but smiled even as resentment threatened to loosen her tongue.
"I thought I asked you to lay off the 'Little Red' stuff." She chided lightly. "But yes, that's where I'm headed."
"Careful on your way!" He yelled over the furnace, waving at her absentmindedly.
Taking that as a hint to leave, she sighed and stepped away, instantly mourning the heat and wishing she'd never felt it.
Now the bitter sting of winter attacked her with a much fouler force, and the woman tightened her cloak around her shoulders once more. She passed by several closed shops and locked eyes briefly with one of the only merchants still in business.
The weight of her basket felt heavier as she skimmed over their meager selection of food. Her lips thinned, and she quickly looked away, turning her head forward.
As she turned towards a path that would lead her out of the village however, she stopped dead.
There was a loud thwack, followed by ripping and a dull thud.
Her heart shuddered in her chest as her eyes greedily devoured him.
The routine went on, methodical in its simplistic savagery. There wasn't anything special about watching someone chop wood, but Yuma had a different presence about him when he was absorbed in work.
His large hands gripped the handle of an axe and swung it high. He then brought it down quickly, splitting the log down the middle in one fell swoop.
His muscles coiled and flexed under his shirt, and her eyes followed a path up from his exposed collarbone – wasn't he cold? – to his drawn features.
Her brows pulled together, before his eyes slanted up, seemingly by chance, and pinned her in place. Her treacherous heart leaped, and for a breathless moment, time seemed to stop.
The moment was broken by the widening of his smile, before his face split into a full grin. "Oi, Sow! Quit staring!"
Her face flushed, becoming redder than her cloak as the merchant behind her craned his neck in their direction.
"Yuma!" Her cloak blustered around her as she raced forward, hushing him. "The whole village will hear you!"
He chuckled. "Heh, knew it was a sure-fire way to get you over here. Don't see why you gotta be so defensive about it. You should just sit there and ogle me all day, we both know it's what you wanna do."
Shame briefly colored her face, and her boots suddenly became very interesting.
"If all you're going to do is tease, then I'll be on my way. And stop calling me 'Sow', it's worse than Little Red."
Yuma looked affronted as he swung the axe up, resting it lightly against his shoulder. "Sow is Sow. Ain't about to call you anything else. Anyways you're heading out at a bad time, you can see plain as day that the sky is full."
He towered over her in height, so it was easy to take his warning to heart. Yumas lip curled as he eyed the cloudy sky, but she sighed and shook her head in response. "I have to go."
"And the wolves?" He asked, gaze flitting over her slight form.
She smiled, moving the cloth over the basket aside to show a glint of a knife. "What about them?"
Yuma shook his head, something in his eyes warning her not to get too cocky. "Heh, I see this Sow has fangs."
She rolled her eyes. "Grandma's probably starving up there by now. I've missed my last couple of visits because of the bad weather, it has to be now."
"Tch." Yuma clicked his tongue, saying without words his stance on the situation. Things had become heated between everyone because of the recent famine, but the subject of her Grandmother had always turned Yuma sour. "And what is the lucky layabout getting from you today?" He sneered at the basket.
"The last of the bread. Some winter berries…oh, and leftovers we had that-"
Her stomach growled, and her mouth clicked shut. Yuma looked at her sharply, and she quelled under the sheer intensity in his eyes.
"Oi. When was the last time you ate?" His voice dropped, and anger briefly flashed, fierce and dark on his face.
He was hungry too, just as everyone was, so tempers were high. But she couldn't understand Yuma's mood swings in particular. It was as if he took her hunger personally, like it offended him when she couldn't eat.
"I'm fine Yuma-"She tried to coax the usual, teasing Yuma out, but his face hardened.
"You know Sow… If I didn't know any better-"He drew very close, his height making her shoulders drop. She stayed rooted in place even as he bent closer, teeth briefly flashing. "I'd say you wore that cloak to hide your skinniness. Bet that's why you're always so cold huh? Winters got a real taste for those with no meat on their bones. You can feel it biting you even now, can't ya?"
She held her ground against the woodcutter's keen gaze, and only felt herself relax when a bit of warmth gentled his eyes. She knew he only got angry out of consideration and sense of 'fairness'.
"Alright. If that's how it is, then I'll play nice for once and offer you some of my share." He smirked, eyes hooded as they stayed locked with hers.
"W-what? I couldn't ask you to do that. You must be running low as it is-"
"Stop fussing. I have game that I shot just the other day." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a jar, holding it up for her inspection.
Red, raw meat glared back at her. She raised wide eyes to his. "Yuma, how did you get this? You know there's been nothing sighted or caught around here in weeks."
It was true, the gravity of their situation had hit when villagers had to look to the surrounding woods to provide for them. But berries and herbs only filled the stomach so much. Yet in their haste to hunt they'd picked off all the game frighteningly quick. There were no more deer, rabbits, squirrels, and even fish had become hard to catch. The only thing that remained elusive but in abundance, was wolves.
"Tch, don't question my hunting. I'm a pretty decent shot with a rifle." He grinned, sharp teeth glinting. His smiles were always infectious and she couldn't help but return it. Warmth flooded her and she opened her mouth with affection on the tip of her tongue.
"Yuma-"
"Red! Get a move on to Grandma's! Off with you, now!" Cried a shrill voice, and she didn't need to turn to know who it was.
"Yes mother!" She called, glancing behind her and waving awkwardly. She hid the jar from view, knowing that Yuma would probably get in trouble for not sharing the game among the villagers. She pushed it back into his large hands.
"Sorry, I'll get this later when she's not looking. Thank you though, I really-"she tripped over her words, and became frustrated, trying to continue. "- I um – thanks." She finished lamely, smiling.
"My pleasure, Sow." He grinned sharply, voice dropping in the familiar way that usually prompted her to fantasize about too many inappropriate things. She shook herself and nodded, turning without another word and walking away.
"Oi, Sow! Forgot to say-"she glanced back at him and a serious look hardened his eyes. "Don't take the shortcut. The pass is closed with snow. It's a pain in the ass, but don't go getting any ideas about going through it. Just take the usual path."
She hesitated, thinking of the weather, but nodded. Turning away, the feeling of eyes boring into her back quickened her step, until she was swallowed by the cover of the woods.
Cold numbed her fingers as she tucked her hands tighter into fur coated gloves. Her red cloak spilled out behind her as snow crunched under her feet. Branches from the tall trees seemed to enclose over her head, and everything was still and quiet. Yet the woman trudged on grimly.
Yuma distracted her thoughts, and she bit her lip absentmindedly. He'd come into her life unexpectedly, showing up out of the blue a year ago. Back then, the village had been prosperous despite being so remote that travelers scarcely reached them. So it was with befuddlement but kindness that her father, the village head, welcomed him. Yuma never spoke of his past, except to say that he'd spent some time in the city and had to leave for personal reasons. Several villagers still said cutting remarks about him.
Unlike them, she'd become fast friends with him, unperturbed despite not knowing his past. Her smile fell a little however, at the thought of the jar.
The weather had turned cold so unexpectedly fast that year that it had taken the village by surprise. As a result, their food supplies had suffered, but this would have been fine had they any animals to hunt. Yet the game was picked off so quickly it was frightening, until they'd ran out entirely.
Even trade with other villages had become difficult, because of recent snow storms blocking trade routes. One of the villagers had gone missing in a storm not too long ago, now presumed dead. The village was now turning to their livestock for food, and whatever leftovers they had left.
So where Yuma had come by an animal, she didn't know.
A distant sound caught her attention, and the woman's head snapped up. A long, drawn out howl echoed in the woods. Her heart picked up, but she shook herself. She'd never been attacked by a wolf in all her visits to Grandmothers, and even with Father's warnings she felt confident in dealing with them.
Her father didn't like her visiting Grandmother without an escort, but there was no one else to help. Even if Yuma had volunteered, he probably would've been stopped by her mother. A warning look was always glinting behind people's eyes whenever she was alone with him, though she tried to dismiss their stares and baseless rumors.
But she knew what those gazes meant. Don't get too close, be wary.
Yuma brought a different kind of danger with him than wolves did. The kind that prompted sweating, writhing bodies bathed in moonlight to tease her thoughts. Those thoughts had become hopes, until they leaked like smoke into her very bones and became desires.
Now they were a part of her. The desire for him was as intrinsic as breathing, and she knew it with a certainty that frightened and excited her. But the only way to have him and experience his calloused touch, would be to become his bride. Her boots slid on an icy patch, and she stopped dead, balancing herself rigidly.
She didn't care much for marriage, and sensed Yuma didn't either. Yet if she didn't marry him, she'd be risking her reputation, her life, all for one night. And if she gave in she'd be called worse things than 'Sow.'
However, as she reached the crossroads and decided to follow Yuma's advice, taking the longer path, she couldn't help but be lulled by a darker feeling.
And that feeling made her realize something terrifying.
That if he wanted her, she'd be prepared to sacrifice everything, just to satisfy the cravings he elicited in her.
Shaking her head, she squashed that thought down, even as her thighs pressed together and an achingly sweet desire tightened her core.
The distant howls from within the woods rang out almost ceaselessly, but the woman continued undaunted.
Yet when another howl rose up, louder than the others, her steps faltered. Turning, she glanced around. That one had definitely been closer than the others.
Quickening her pace, her hand slid under the cover on the basket, touching the knife. Wolves were usually shy creatures despite their reputation, but hunger drove many animals to desperation. If they were half as hungry as her village was, then maybe…
Her breath shuddered as her heart hammered in her rib-cage. Just a little further.
Grandmother's house lay at the crest of the great hill, in a clearing free of the surrounding woods. The old woman had lived there all her life, and even after her husband passed, she'd refused to move into the village. It had fallen to 'Little Red' to take her meals, so she'd taken this path countless times.
Another howl, long and drawn out, echoed right into her very bones. The woman had never felt such terror when making a visit before.
She trudged quickly up the hill. A twig snapped behind her, but she didn't turn to look. Instead she walked faster, pumping her legs until she was running.
The sound of bushes shaking, perhaps fur brushing against leaves, caught her ear. Something thudded against the snow behind her, and then she really was sprinting. Grandmother's house came into view, just as the very real sound of something running gave chase behind her. Thud, thud, thud, thud pounded feet, no, paws on snow.
She breathed torn, ragged breaths as she ran. Her face was numb with the cold as her hood flew back.
Reaching desperately for the door handle, she quickly grasped it and tore the door open. Slamming it shut behind her, she threw her weight against it and braced for the impact of snapping jaws and hungry snarls.
But it never came. The sound that had shadowed her footsteps was gone. It was silent in the cottage, save for the crackle of the fireplace.
Sighing in relief, the woman tried to calm her racing heart. Once her breathing had slowed, she looked around. "Grandmother? I'm here! Sorry I haven't checked in for a little while, the path was closed with snow." She shook her boots and loosened the cloak around her shoulders.
"Grandmother?"
There was no response. Frowning, she made her way from the living room to the aged bedroom, finding it empty. She must be here, the fire is still lit.
Puzzled, she set down her basket. A seed of doubt bloomed in her heart, tightening with every minute that crept by without her Grandmothers shrill voice. Reaching under the basket's cover, she brought out her knife and hid it under her cloak.
"Hello? Is anyone here?" She asked quietly, trying to comfort herself with the sound of her own voice rather than listen to deafening silence. Wandering back to the living room, she caught sight of the fireplace.
The crate where logs were kept for the fire was empty. Grandmother had probably gone outside to the shed to replenish it.
Walking to the back entrance and grabbing the handle, she pushed, exposing herself to the bitter cold once more.
"Grandmother?" She called to the nearby shed, seeing the door open. Following the two sets of footprints in the snow, her heart thudded in her chest, pumping sickeningly fast.
Wind whistled in the air as something wet landed on her nose. Snow was beginning to fall.
She felt her her legs grew heavy as she reached the entrance of the shed.
Her stomach lurched violently at the sight that awaited her.
Red streaks in the snow caught her attention first, until her eyes landed on a broken form laying in the shed. Logs had fallen around her, obviously giving under her weight as she'd landed on them. The white of her hair danced in the snowy breeze. A strangled noise chocked the girl's throat as she stared at her grandmother.
"No, no please." She muttered, bending down and reaching out, only to think better of it. The broken form of Grandmother was deadly still. The girl's hands hovered uselessly in the air above her, staring at the ugly red patches of blood.
Frightened, quick breaths filled the woman's lungs. As much as it disturbed her to think it, the blood looked freshly spilled. Judging by the amount coating her body and the crimson spatters over the shed's walls, she'd been viciously attacked.
The girl was about to wonder what monster had done this, when there came a low, hungry rush of sound, hissing between teeth.
She froze. Raising her head slowly, she locked eyes with the wolf in the doorway.
It snapped its jaws, mouth peeling back to reveal sharp, yellowed teeth. Spittle coated them, spilling out to pool on the ground.
It's hackles rose as she shifted, wrapping her fingers around the knife more firmly. She trembled under the wolf's gaze as two amber eyes stared at her fixedly. A snarl rose from the pit of its throat as legs bent, and great jaws opened wider.
A cry escaped her as it suddenly lunged, and she quickly brought up the knife. Her eyes squeezed shut on instinct, expecting teeth to lock around her throat.
Something slammed into the ground. A loud whimper deafened her ears.
Opening her eyes, she started and scrambled away from the twitching body of the wolf. An axe was buried in it's skull.
The woman's gaze traveled up from the handle to Yuma's grim face. His eyes were blazing as they locked with hers.
"Shit. I take my eyes off you for two fucking seconds-" he grunted. "You okay?"
An emotion that threatened to undo her bubbled to the surface, before exploding. Tears pricked her eyes as she rose to her feet, jumping into Yuma's waiting arms.
"Y-yuma. Oh God, my-my Grandmother she-"Air chocked her lungs and she squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn't hold back the rush of relief that he was here, here with her. The fear, sadness and confusion left her heavy and shaking in his arms.
He muttered something into her hair, tightening his arms around her. His warmth drew her closer, like a moth to flame, and she clung to him, wanting never to let go as his fingers stroked her hair.
Sometime later, the woman sat before the fire, her skirts arranged around her so that she could comfortably sit and stare into the flames numbly. The shutters rattled against the winds outside. She could feel the chill in the air even as she basked in the heat of the fire. Yuma was somewhere behind her in the kitchen, rambling under his breath as he kept himself busy. Since taking her inside, he hadn't sat down once. Instead he'd made her a drink, secured the shutters on the windows, and barricaded the doors against the snow. He'd said that a storm had followed him from the south when he'd decided to come to the cottage after her.
Since the weather was so bad, they would have to wait before heading back to the village and explaining what had happened.
Her heart dropped to her stomach.
Grandmother was still in the shed. It made the girl shudder to think of her cold, lifeless body being forgotten out in the snow. A part of her felt as if she could hear the old woman's bones rattling in the wind outside.
"Oi, budge up will ya?"
Broken out of her thoughts, she quickly scooted over to make room for Yuma. He bent down and folded his legs beneath him with a sigh.
"Well, everything's taken care of. We should be fine in here for a good while."
She nodded, mind drifting back to the shed once more.
"Shit, quit with that. If you need a distraction, just focus on me." A warm hand was suddenly on her chin, turning her face to his. When her pupils focused on him, he smirked. One of his canines peeked out between his teeth, as it did sometimes when he was truly satisfied. She was unable to stop from smiling back weakly.
"Better. Don't go wandering off somewhere I can't follow, alright Sow?" He busied himself with bringing out a jam jar, and the woman could only puzzle over what he'd meant.
"You brought the meat with you?" She asked, catching sight of the red substance within the glass, though something about this jar seemed familiar.
Yuma rolled his eyes and bumped shoulders with her. "Tch, course. It's gotta get eaten."
She winced and rubbed her shoulder even as she smiled. "Yeah, guess so. It's just hard to think of anything else except for…"
She trailed off, her mind returning to that dark place. Yuma unscrewed the lid of the jam jar and without preamble, ate a slice of red meat.
The woman started in alarm. "You eat meat… raw?" She was almost certain there had been blood in that jar.
His expression was flat, as if he found nothing wrong with it. "Yeah. I mean, not all the time. It's safe if you handle it with care, which is pretty easy in these freezing conditions."
She adjusted her cloak worriedly, but froze the moment a low gurgling sound escaped her stomach. Yuma's eyes were locked on hers in a second.
"Ha? I see… ya still haven't eaten."
She shook her head, quickly rising. "There's still some food in Grandmothers basket, I'll just-"
A hand latched around her wrist, pulling her down. She squeaked in alarm, landing awkwardly. Her knees bumped against his, and she grabbed hold of his shoulders to keep from touching noses with him.
His face was suddenly close, too close. She practically drowned in the heavy depths of his brown eyes. A sliver of green around the edge of his iris's caught her attention, and she became mesmerized by it. A part of her didn't want to move, and he knew this, judging from the wicked grin on his face.
Blushing hotly, she opened her mouth to complain, before he shifted, wrapping his arm around her and pulling so that she was now completely nested onto his lap.
"That's better, ain't it Sow?" His voice was pitched low and husky, hot breath fanning against her ear and cheek. Her body sang in his arms, heart thudding painfully fast in her chest.
"Tch…look at that. You're trembling. Shoulda said if you were cold." His hands were rough as they rubbed up and down her back and arms, as if unused to handling something gently. But when he decided to settle her even closer in his arms, she half wished he'd continued.
His eyes were sinfully dark as she tilted her chin, barely a hair's breadth away from his. This was all he needed to finally crash his lips onto hers.
A squeak of surprise was muffled under his mouth as he pressed his lips against hers painfully. His tongue flicked out to run over her bottom lip, and she yielded under his touch, parting her lips.
He groaned as his tongue plundered her mouth, and she was left almost unable to respond, helpless to do anything but cling and press against him.
When her hips shifted against his unconsciously, he inhaled through his nose sharply. His large hands settled on her back and hip under the heavy fall of her cloak, licking flames of desire over her body.
"Are you trembling from the cold, or something else now?" He murmured, pressing a hungry kiss to her cheek, then her jaw.
Though she was indeed shaking, the woman knew it wasn't from fear. Her fingers clutched at his clothing like steel hooks. Nothing could pry them away.
"I'm not scared."
"Bold words, coming from a girl who's never learned how to shiver."
Her cloak suddenly felt so heavy it weighed down on her shoulders like a burden. She became hyper aware of her innocence, like a barrier between them.
The woman awkwardly untangled herself from him and stood, backing away. She was sweating, blood boiling too fast under her skin.
The urge to shed her clothes overwhelmed her in the hot room, which only grew warmer as Yuma also stood, gaze fixed on her.
She raised her chin, catching sight of the jar that he'd left before the fire. The reflection of flames danced upon the glass and only served to highlight the dowdy design of its polka dot lid. Why was Yuma using Grandmother's jam jar? He hadn't had it earlier.
The wind wailed against the shutters of the room, rattling them loudly like Grandmother's shrill scream.
The realization came all at once.
She heard the locks straining against the barricaded door. The jar, in the right light, made the bloodied meat glint. And within, one white hair lay trapped inside.
Yuma smiled as her eyes became fearful and wide. "Heh, what big eyes you have Sow. You finally noticed it, huh?"
She didn't move.
The bones in the shed trembled.
"Gonna run away?" His voice almost dared her to.
Fear locked her limbs, and she felt the horror inside her heart start to leak into her expression. But the thought of a limp body, lying in the snow, gripped her tight and steeled her nerves.
When her hands rose it wasn't to grab the knife on the nearby table, but to reach under her cloak for the lace of her dress. Undoing the fastenings with a steadier hand than she thought herself capable, she slid her arms free of the sleeves and shimmed it down her hips until the cloth pooled at her feet.
Throughout, Yuma watched her with wide eyes. They roved over her face at first, before lowering to the gap in her cloak that showed only a sliver of flesh.
After sliding her winter stockings down her legs, she stood tall and bare underneath the heavy fall of her cloak.
It had the desired effect, as in a blink, Yuma bore down on her, leaning in close with sharp teeth glinting. Yet just as he reached for her, she grabbed the knife, leaning up so quick that it was poised against his neck in an instant.
Yuma's breath stilled, whilst hers was short, fast.
"Tell me why you did it."
Yuma's eyes blazed. His lips turned up, voice becoming a husky whisper. "Does a predator need a reason to eat prey?"
The knife pressed against his neck a little harder, drawing blood. But her hands were weak. Tears stung her eyes.
Yuma clicked his tongue, and the woman chocked on a cry as the knife was knocked from her hand.
Yuma then grabbed her close, grip painfully tight. "She was holdin' out on you, Sow. When I came here to build up the hearth a week ago, I saw the pantry."
He dragged her to an old cupboard that she recognized. To her knowledge, it was completely empty. Yuma kicked the door open, and her eyes flew wide.
His lips were inches away from her ear, hot breath fanning into her hair. "It's filled with food. Food she didn't share with the village. And all the while she kept accepting your baskets, while you went hungry."
The woman's heart thudded, heavy in her chest. Her family had slaved for food for months, yet the pantry was filled to the brim. Grandmother had eaten at her leisure.
Yuma tugged her numb body back. Her head hit the floor a moment later, body spread out in front of the fire like a feast. Yuma leaned over her, lips brushing her ear. "Ya call that fair?"
She shuddered and tried to rise, her skull aching from the impact. Fingers grabbed her hair and yanked, until she looked him in the eye. The smell of bread filled her nostrils, before it was against her lips, which she recognized from her basket. Yuma pressed it forcefully against her mouth. "Eat."
Hot tears blurred her vision as she opened and began to chew. Her mouth was dry and the bread clung to her tongue, but Yuma was unrelenting even as she chocked and swallowed.
She wet her lips once she was done and Yuma stared, fixated on such a simple action. Air on her skin made her eyes drop to her chest, where the cloak had parted, revealing her breast. Yuma's gaze followed hers, and a different kind of hunger licked hot flames up her thighs.
Their lips met between one moment and the next. She didn't know how, or why. Suddenly all the fear, pain and noise was suspended in the air, so far away it couldn't touch her. All that was left in her body were the embers of desire. Grandmother was lost to her, barely a concept anymore. Yet the woman couldn't find it in her to feel remorse for her own heartlessness. An eye for an eye.
His large hand cupped her breast, squeezing until she moaned against his mouth.
Yuma's lips were harsh and utterly relentless, assaulting her own with a force so great it left her reeling, helpless to do anything.
Moans spilled from her mouth into his as he rubbed the pad of his thumb over her sensitive nipple. Hips met and sensually slid and rocked against each other. Teeth knocked. When he bit at her lip, pain only served to heighten the pleasure. Her appetite consumed her, and when his tongue sank between her teeth she didn't think about the meat in the jar beside them.
She began to claw at his clothing, skin on fire as she shifted beneath him. Yuma gave in to her wordless request, and broke away to take off his coat and shirt. He didn't pause as his fingers undid his belt and the woman watched as he freed his hard length. Her breathing hitched, heart hammering in her chest as his body sank down over her.
His lips found hers again, pressing with a hunger that mirrored her own. Both his touch and kisses felt bruising in their strength. Long fingers slid into her cloak, until they brushed against her wet sex. The clasp of her cloak strained against her collarbone as she writhed, bucking her hips against his hand as he teased her.
When his other hand left her breast to fiddle with the clasp of her cloak, she quickly grabbed his arm. "Yuma, don't-"
"I don't wanna hear any complaints, Sow." He growled. Clicking it open, he parted the cloak with one hand, eyes roving over her body as red cloth gave way to bare skin.
She looked away, wanting to shield her skinny hips and hide her ribs. Yuma just stared down at her grimly.
"You're just like I used to be…" he murmured. "No, maybe more like Boss. He was self-sacrificing for others too. Tch, it was sickening." Dulled, faraway eyes contemplated her form dispassionately.
The woman blinked and reached for him, wanting to know more, but his fingers resumed their motions as he slid another inside her.
"Now I see why you're not scared that I'd eat you." He remarked casually, even as she panted and moaned underneath him.
"I-Im not a piece of mea-" She was cut off as something that had built within her burst, and her back arched, panting wildly.
Yuma just grinned. "Greedy, stupid little Sow. You wouldn't care so long as it felt good, right?"
He removed his fingers, lapping at the juices coating them. The woman tried to calm her breathing but tensed as he bent his head, grabbing her leg and pushing it aside as he thrust his tongue inside slick folds.
Her lips parted in a silent gasp, hands reaching for his soft hair as he lapped at her, sucking her juices like exquisite fruit.
When she felt teeth nip at her inner thighs, her heart stuttered with fear. She looked down and saw his face, shadowed with a dark expression. His eyes were unreadable. She knew at once the danger she was in as his tongue circled her clit. As if, at any moment, the mood might take him, and she'd be devoured on the spot.
When he raised his head and braced himself over her, he leaned in close, smirking. "Heh, unfortunately Sow, I'm not sure you'll survive this. Your bones might snap like little twigs."
His hand moved over the plains of her slight form. She glimpsed something in his eyes, before she felt the head of his hard length rub against her entrance.
"I'm not that fragile." She spoke clearly, knowing fear did her no good. She raised her knees to accommodate him, never breaking eye contact as he slowly drove himself in. Yuma hissed in pleasure as she gasped, feeling of her walls tightening around him. Pain squeezed her eyes shut.
The feeling was indescribable. Yuma was inside her, sheathed in her heat, bodies pressed so close she could smell his earthy scent. It was just as she'd wanted. She leaned up, kissing near the cut on his neck. His gaze was puzzled before he stared to move.
She bit down on her lower lip hard when he pulled out and slammed himself in, building a rhythm as he pounded against her.
He inhaled sharply as she pushed back under him, her small form dwarfed by his tall frame. She clung to his shoulders as the sounds of their bodies moving filled the room. Sweat glistened off his chest and brow. The light from the fire bathed his skin in a warm color, and she was enraptured by how he moved as they rutted together like animals. She dazedly watched as he slid out of her, how the muscles in his abdomen flexed before he thrust back in, burying himself to the hilt.
"Hah…" She heard Yuma hiss through his teeth, fingers digging into her thigh and hip.
One of his hands slid down her body, finding her clit and playing with it as he slammed into her, her juices rubbing off against his thighs. She felt as if she was burning alive, but the fire was blazing under her skin. She curled a hand into the red cloak underneath her, clinging to it and moaning as she felt her second orgasm building. She closed her eyes, biting her lip and tasting blood as groans of his name spilled out.
Yuma's lips suddenly pressed against hers as her body shook and enclosed around him. White hot pleasure crashed down to her core. Yuma sped up and continued pounding into her, his thrusts becoming desperate and uncontrolled as he bit and licked at her skin.
His throat emitted a deep noise, breathing erratic as she felt him slam into her one last time, before unloading his seed in her.
A dazed sort of terror echoed in the back of her mind, sounding like the villages voices, but she knew herbs and other such things to quell her fears of motherhood.
Yuma panted harshly, drawing away slowly. Her heart stuttered when he caught her eye.
"I promised myself I'd never starve again." His husky voice was almost lost to her as he bent to kiss and lick at the sweat on her collarbone. "The feeling of having your insides cave in on themselves just to give your body something to eat… nearly died in the slums from that sensation."
Teeth nipped, scraping against heated flesh. "But you made me break that promise." She swallowed under the look he gave her. "I began starvin' again, the moment I saw you. Nothing would quench the thirst except a taste."
Pure satisfaction darkened his eyes, and she knew this had been his aim all along. "Tch, but I still aint sated Sow. Not by a long shot."
He didn't expect the woman to smile up at him, teeth sharper than he remembered. "Neither am I."
The fears and names she'd heard so clearly in her mind were echoed in the coming days after. No one suspected Yuma of anything after Grandmothers body was discovered, but the village soon turned on her once she admitted she'd spent the night with him alone.
After the funeral, her reputation, like her burned red cloak, lay scattered in ashes. Her mother and father cast doubtful eyes upon her, and fell silent whenever she entered the room. It was as if they couldn't even recognize their own daughter.
She knew it wouldn't have made a difference if she denied the rumors. An unmarried girl had no voice. Instead she bottled her screams and cries in a jam jar, only released at night within the arms of the very one that had 'ruined' her.
So it was that Little Red, who was neither little nor dressed in red, steadied her pack on her shoulder. She passed by the blacksmith, who turned away as she walked, head held high.
She didn't stop until she reached the path leading out of the village, and found her Woodcutter waiting for her.
"Hungry?" He passed her a jar and she smiled, barely giving it a glance as she looked at him.
"Famished."
And so the two wolves left the starving village for the woods that lay beyond.