This has some graphic scenes, trigger warning about infant death and mature ones…. Read on, and I hope you enjoy this weird twisted tale of Little Red Riding Hood.
Little Red Riding Hood
Once upon a time there was a little girl. Well, she was naive like one, but she was eighteen. She was skipping down the dirt path, her knee high lace up ankle boots were somehow not letting her feet fail her, before she would be planted on my soft porcelain face.
Her flowing red, short mini skirt flailed as her leg rose up partially exposing her panties with each skip she took. She was oblivious to that fact. She wore her long velvety oversized hooded cape draped over the back of her black corset that was tied so extremely tight it accentuated her breasts pronouncing her cleavage even more. Her two long braids curved over her breasts like two serpents down to her navel, slightly swinging with each movement.
A large wicker basket was caressed over her forearm filled with fruits, breads, and a bottle of laudanum for her grandmother to receive. Her grandmother was so ill though and her mother was too heavily intoxicated on wine to make the journey through the forest, so she forced her innocent daughter to go in place of her. She was to give her the basket, administer her medication and go straight back home, all before the moon crept out of the navy blue curtain of night and the monsters started to lurk amongst the darkness.
She was running behind schedule and the sun was starting to set in the horizon. She was always a dilly dallier, watching everything around her, and fascinated by everything. She loved the way things worked. She was always trying to figure them out like little experiments. Her mother hated it. She just wanted her to find a man and become a simple housewife and repeatedly pop out children. Bella was scared to death of childbirth because her best friend just died horrifically due to bleeding out after childbirth, as well as the infant, who was too large for the birth canal and unfortunately had a spinal injury on the way out.
Her mind was thinking of her poor friend, her heart breaking for her, when in the distance she heard a low rumbling growl, abruptly switching her into another gear of fight or flight. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked all around her and didn't see any signs of any animals nearby.
She picked up her pace in the dirt path which was now getting smaller and heavier with brush. Her shoes were getting caught on the roots that were roping in the ground forming a natural boobietrap. She fell to her knees into the mud and that's when she witnessed the large growling ferocious silver beast in close proximity to her. She skidded up to her feet, almost fumbling to the green forest floor yet again, as the large wolf bared his shimmering canines, foam pooling from his jowls like a salty ocean tide. It's golden reflecting eyes glaring at her ready for the kill.
Bella bolted as fast as she could away from the massive rugged animal, sticks, leaves and uprooted roots crunching beneath her heavy boots as she ran for her life. Her thighs rubbed against the brush causing her to be scraped and sliced leaving little streaks of crimson on her chalky pale skin.
Falling into a mud patch, she viewed her surroundings and she was once again alone. Almost too alone.
"Why the fuck did I agree to this?" She asked herself as she was standing up and wiping the dark sludge off herself.
She noticed up ahead under the moonlight, she could view her grandmother's tiny cottage canopied by huge oaks and pines. The scenery was a big sigh of relief as she trudged through the woods to get to her safe haven. The surroundings were tranquil, like that of a picture in a children's storybook, but also a bit eerie as she couldn't hear any birds chirping or bugs buzzing the closer she was getting to the house.
Her feet brought her to the red front door and she noticed something peculiar that caught her eye. Her grandmother's mailbox had mail still in it, stuffed in it like it's been days since it was retrieved. She knocked on the door, unsure if her grandmother was still ambulating on her own. She waited a few more minutes then knocked again, listening for any footsteps indoors.
When she didn't hear any noises, not even any chatter, welcoming or allowance to enter, she took it upon herself to open the door. She turned the rusty knob with ease, it wasn't locked which was also odd as her grandmother always had it locked. Maybe she was so ill, she left it unlocked just in case if she were to pass alone, that it would be easy to get access to the body if god forbid that a morbid thing would occur.
"Grandma?" she hesitated as she took a step wicked stench of rotting urine and feces filled the room and her lungs as she gagged. A small, round, worn, wobbly table sat next to the entrance with a candlestick and a book of matches laying idly beside it. Lighting the match she lit the wick, exposing the room around her. She grabbed a towel and picked up the overused pot sitting in the corner of the room, while pinching her nose and sat the foul bowel with its contents still intact, outside.
She took a look around and everything looked untouched. The dishes were sitting on the table with black dried, caked on food that looked like it had been sitting in it for days. She placed the basket on the table and went to search for her grandmother.
Bella turned to her bedroom next because it would be a best bet room to check. Still holding the candle, the wax dripping down it like dew on a lily petal in the early morning. She opened the wooden door ever so slowly with a subtle creak and tiptoed into the darkness. The room was even darker than the other since this area was windowless.
In the corner she could see a figure under blankets on the right side of the room.
"Grandma? I brought some food for you... Mother couldn't make it," she whispered. Her eyebrows knitted with concern when no response came from the pile of blankets on the mattress on the lacquerless four post bed.
"Are you okay Grandma?"
"I brought some medicine to help ease your pain," she revealed, stepping closer towards the blankets.
"I can go get you some.." she muttered with a now trembling voice. She was terrified that her grandmother had passed and that she'd have to view her lifeless corpse. She'd have to break the news to her abusive alcoholic bitch of a mother that she arrived too late. She knows her mother will blame it all on her and she'll get another thrashing with the belt.
She gently pinched the tattered blanket with her vibrating thumb and index finger, slowly lifting up the cloth and she was appalled and horrified. She covered her mouth with a gasp as terror swept over her.
The figure jolted upright sitting up and grabbed her by the wrist.
"Surprise! Little girlie! Remember me? The big bad wolf?" He hollered with acid. An evil smirk spread across his face as he pulled her into the bed.
Bella shrieked.
"You thought you could get away from me, huh? You little bitch." he bellowed.
"Help! Help!" she screamed for her life.
"Shhh, it's okay Red, I'm not going to hurt you…much." he coerced, as he covered her mouth his large russet calloused hand.
She started to cry and whimper as he stroked the top of head, nuzzling her neck with his two day old stubble. Sniffing along her jawline.
"Now, now, you'll be fine, I won't do what I did to your grandmother."
"HMMM?!" The shock set in even more, revealing the fact that she was dead. "No, no she's alright, just look under the bed." he demanded.
She shook her head no and he grabbed her from the back of her sweating head and pressed it down to make her look. She screamed out a muffled cry when she stared at the bloated bloody corpse of what was once her grandmother. She was drenched in a pool of her own blood with her arms missing, like they were chewed off. Her chest down to her waist was ripped open that looked to be by clawmarks and her guts torn out of her, partially exposed.
He brought her back beside him and whispered in her ear, "You know the heart is one of the best tasting internal organs…. She must have been a super sweet lady, because hers was delectable as I devoured it like a juicy pear." Bella was now full blown sobbing now.
"Shut up Red or I'll make you shut up and I don't want to have to do that to you. I want this to be as pleasurable for you as it is for me." he ordered. Jerking her head a bit to quiet her down.
She obliged as the best that she could, tears still falling from her large chocolate eyes.
"Good girl," he praised as he licked her in one stroke from her jawline to her temple.
She squeezed her eyes shut as he did it.
"I can smell that you haven't been with a man, I can scent your purity.." he sniffed up and down her body.
"It really fucking turns me on girlie," he beamed. He took his fingernail and slashed the black strings of the corset all the way down, exposing her perky pale breasts.
Bella shook her head back and forth objecting his touches, as he began licking, and kissing her jawline down her neck, trailing along her collarbone with his full lips. New tears still welled in her eyes as he found pleasure in his new toy.
His mouth kissed gently down her chest until he reached her breast and landed on her rose colored erect nipple. His tongue swirled around, lapping and licking it like it was a popsicle melting in the desert heat.
Bella found a new bizarre sensation she never felt before. She was trying desperately to deny his actions, but the more he touched the less she struggled. Her tears halted from forming.
His other hand was now playing with her other breast. Massaging it with his palm and softly pinching it, rolling his thumb over it. Bella gasped out in ecstasy.
His hand stopped its actions at her left breast and worked its way down, slithering under her red mini skirt, bypassing her red silk panties.
Bella couldn't believe the way she was acting. She was repulsed by her own body for betraying her.
He was actually a handsome guy, tall and muscular with dark unruly hair and dark eyes like seeing into a pleasurable abyss.
She arched her back as his hand went to uncharted territories. She moaned out as his fingers entered inside her moist cunt. The sting of it had her spring up like touching a live wire, as she was not expecting that type of feeling.
"Oh what big hands you have," she remarked.
"The better to stroke you with," he stated.
He slid his fingers out of her and fiddled with his zipper, getting ready to fuck.
Her hand reached down and grasped his large manhood and began jerking it.
"What a big cock you have," she marveled.
"The better to fuck you with," he responded with a hiss from her hand on his dick.
"HMM, I thought you did not want this red?"
"Actions speak louder than words," she declared as she continued to touch him.
"Fuck, yeah they do."
She stopped and let go, only to shuffle down the bed with him still hovering over her. She wanted to experiment with her mouth. She started with a kiss on his head, then a lick on his tip, continuing up to his balls. She did it a few times before she was interrupted.
"Oh god, don't keep doing that, or I'm going to come on the spot," he moaned.
He gripped her by the shoulders and pulled her up.
"I can't wait any longer, girlie," he stated. He grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist as he plummeted in between her thighs. No warning, no letting her adjust, no going slowly. Just balls deep fucking like their bodies were meant to do.
Bella actually enjoyed the roughness of him. It made her feel alive when he slammed his large cock into her dripping wet pussy.
His thrusts got even stronger and more intense, and Bella just couldn't take it anymore. His hard member sliding back and forth into her slick walls. She felt like she was imploding as her cunt quivered like an earthquake around his shaft. She screamed out in bliss,"oh fuck."
"Oh God red!" he hollered. He shuddered as he came to a climax, shortly after, shooting his hot sticky fluids way deep inside her. He pulled out and collapsed like he was just hit with a tranquilizer dart.
After they laid down side by side just holding each other Bella began, "Just throwing this out there, I better not get pregnant." She hoped that wouldn't happen.
"No, you're good, you're past your egg-dropping time. I can smell when you are fertile. Like a dog in heat. I can smell the pheromones.. " he revealed.
"Weird, but yet very convenient, my one friend is pregnant with her fifth baby and she's only nineteen." she said.
"Maybe one day they'll have a magic pill that can prevent unwanted pregnancies," he proposed.
"Yeah and pigs will fly," she snickered.
They both bursted out in laughter.
When he finally caught his breath from laughing so hard, he had to confess, "I've been watching you.. for a while. I know that sounds kind of stalkerish-"
"Umm that sounds very stalkerish," she replied with a straight face, but she actually wasn't really that surprised.
"I felt bad for you. Every Time I saw you go to your grandmother's house it was like you were running away. I heard how your mother treated you." he confessed.
Bella bowed her head down staring at the woven blanket. Tears filled up her eyes and over her lids as if on repeat.
"I wanted a better life for you, and your grandmother was suffering. I was hoping you'd get here sooner…. I honestly don't know why I did actually eat some of her. Wow that is really fucked up, just hearing me say it out loud. I was just really hungry, and I am a wolf so….. but I'd never do that to you," he promised.
She looked up to him in disbelief grimacing, with my eyes wide open in shock.
"I can't do it to you, like at all. You are my whole world. You are my imprint. I imprinted on you and I can't let you go. I mean I could let you go, but I would then be the one suffering. I saw you a few months ago in the woods and it hit me full force like a cannonball in the gut. The feeling of love. It's like I'm chained to you. I tried red, oh I tried to stop it, or slow it down, but it worsened when I did that."
"You killed my Grandma, the one person I had who actually loved me, not this imprint whatever the fuck that is."
"Please, let's run away together, you don't like how your mom treats you. I'm here now to protect you. I'm your guardian, your soulmate, your life now." he persuaded.
"I don't even know your name….." she stated dumbfounded by all of this.
"Oh, right, it's Paul, Paul Lahote," he brought his hand out to shake.
"Bella Swan, but you can call me red, I like it." and she took his hand.
And they lived happily ever after….
Well, if you want to believe that
The End