Short Story: Under The Cloak Of Darkness

Short Story: Under The Cloak Of Darkness

As the screaming banshee lurches towards her, with arms outstretched, Red Riding Hood turns and scampers to the safety of the forest. The woodland animals usually surround her; they’re her only friends, her confidantes in this cold, dark world. Tonight however, they keep their distance sensing the change within the young woman; they watch with peering eyes from burrows and bushes.

As she treads lightly through the forest the silence awakens something in her and she shivers slightly in response. Her light, pale negligee outlining her slight shape in the moonlight, she can feel it sticking to her, clinging tightly to her body with sweat. Usually she’d pull her deep red cloak tight around her body to cover up, but tonight in the woods, under the bright full moon with no one else around to see, she feels more daring. She drops her cloak to the forest floor and as the breeze caresses her she feels her nipples harden beneath the fabric of her negligee.

She looks down at her small buds, stiffening to escape and peeking out from underneath. It’s been a long time since she’s felt like this, but no matter how long she stays away for, she knows he’ll always be there waiting; waiting to show her pleasure again.

He’s been waiting in the shadows, watching her. From the second she stepped into his woods, he could smell her; the slight, sweet aroma engulfing his every sense the closer he got to her. Every time he sees her he’s reminded of her age; in any other world she’d be the innocent, young virgin. She certainly looks the part, but he knows otherwise. Just as he’s trapped within these woods awaiting her return, she to is trapped. She is trapped by her young age and society, trapped into being the good, nice girl that everyone wants. Most of all though, she’s trapped by the sensuality that she feels and cannot escape. The sensuality that drives her, mad with desire into his forest awaiting the release and pleasure that only he can give.

He steps from the shadows and she turns to see him drop his large, fur coat to the forest floor alongside hers. As she stares at him, the moonlight peers in from behind the tree-trops, casting a blue tinged glow over his muscular body. She draws a quick breath, he’s more beautiful than she remembers and once again she questions why she ever needs to leave him.

His heavy cock sways from side-to-side and she catches the glint of his pearly fangs in the moonlight as he descends on her hungrily. He pounces on her hard, pushing her onto the bed of leaves; he runs his large fingertips over her enlarged nipples, desperate to awaken the need inside of her. He needn’t bother though; she was ready for him as soon as her footsteps descended into the woods, slippery with the yearning of him.

He thrusts hard and deep inside of her, ravaging her, taking as much of her as he possibly can. He is hungry for her pussy, hungry for her skin as his fangs sink deep into her neck, her collarbone; anywhere he can reach, he wants all of her. She moans slightly from underneath him as he bites, thrusts and paws at her skin. Tomorrow she’ll have bruises to hide, but for now all that matters is the pleasure and pain so intertwined. Only he can bring her ecstasy and release her from her prison.

They cum together, long and hard beneath the canopy of treetops and stars. Howling at the moon, they are now the same; both animals, free and content in each other’s arms. It is for this moment alone that she keeps coming back and knows she always will. It is for this moment alone that he silently awaits her return from the shadows. She sits up, smiles sweetly at him as he watches her wrap her red cloak around her and descend back down the path to her normal, good girl life.