Little Red

by santana the strange

When Red is forced out of the castle of the beasts she is thrilled, and takes her leave as fast as she is able, leaving her best friend Belle behind in the process with a beast that is more than horrifying. And as she makes her way to her grandmother's house relief is a bittersweet song, as she has to travel the dark forest only to find herself under the attention of her own mate.

3. Chapter 3

Unbeknownst to Red the being that had been following her, right from the second she had entered the forest, was in fact still there, behind her. And just like the other times that she had made her way through the forest he had been so careful as to not be seen by her. And over the years it had worked. She had never been able to see him, or even sense him at all. Not by scent, not by sound and not by anything else. Yet this time she had sensed him. And that fact still baffled him, even as he watched, with bated breath as she began to undress right in front of the lake, the waterfall and him.

'How had she been able to sense me?' He murmured under his breath, as she slipped into the beautifully cooling but not frozen lake. As he had said before, this forest was full of wonders. How could there be snow all around the lake and yet no ice upon the water? It baffled him almost as much as the fact that she had let her guard down even though she had sensed him following her. Then again she would have considered him just a figment of her imagination. After all nothing in this forest would have followed or attacked her. For the most part they seemed afraid of her, and for the second part they seemed to like her. More than they liked him.

And as he watched Red swimming around in the lake, he thought about all the other times she had made her way through this forest. Even as a little girl the forest creatures had loved her. She used to bring flowers and other building products for the birds and carrots for the rabbits, and meat for the wolves. She had been the kindest girl he had ever known. She had been the kindest girl, at least to everyone in the forest but him. That could have something to do with the fact that she had never even seen him, as he had kept out of her sight, following behind her.

Red was a fascination to him. She was beautiful, with those red curls, blood red lips and generous breasts, she was worthy of a man of better stand than he was. And yet he cared not. He had always been drawn to her as she was growing up and now even more so. Now, he wanted her to shed her fake mask, and become the strong, brave and powerful queen of the forest that he knew her to be. Now he wanted to be her king.

And as he watched her he noticed her climbing up out of the water to stand beneath the waterfall, and there she stood, in all of her naked glory, from the generous breasts, tipped with nipples as red as her lips to her curvaceous waist and child baring hips. She was made for him. Well he didn't know that for sure. He had never felt the mark on his lower back burn or itch whenever she was around. But perhaps that was because she hadn't returned to the forest in such a long time.

And when she wasn't there he found himself yearning to just to see her, for he felt so lonely when she wasn't around. There were no animals living in this forest that accepted him for what he was, none that would speak to him, or even make any kind of communication with him. Not like the doe's and the rabbits and the birds did with little Red. And when she was around as she was now, he was always overcome by the need to reveal himself to her, to speak to her, to court her, to hold her in his arms. To kiss her. Of all the things he desired of her, a kiss was the thing that he wanted above all.

Just to taste those blood red lips, and finally see what they tasted like. The desire, the wondering had kept him awake for many nights. And sometimes he thought that if he could just have one taste then he would be satisfied. Maybe then he would keep from constantly wondering all the time. Maybe then he would be able to sleep.

But now, watching her as she was, showering beneath the waterfall, cleaning herself, he realised that one mere kiss would not be enough to sate his desires, to keep him from hungering for her. He knew that he would never be satisfied until she willingly gave herself to him. He wanted to know the delicious taste of her body. Not just her lips. He wanted to consume her fully and completely. He wanted to be the only one she thought of in a sexual manner, he wanted her to want to trek through the forest more often, if only to see him. He wanted her to look at him and swoon. He wanted to be her everything.

But because of who and what he was, that could never happen. And as the full moon made its climb to the middle of the night sky for the second night in the pattern, he slowly backed away from the clearing and as he began to change forms, he howled, aggrieved at being interrupted in his ogling at the woman he wanted.

But more than that he was aggrieved at the change he had to make every full moon, the form he had to take. No the form that would always consume him it seemed.