The magic dissolved around me like mist under moonlight, my eyes clouded with raw hunger as I materialized in a twisted fairy tale realm. Draped in crimson, I was Little Red Riding Hood reborn—strong, unyielding, and dripping with anticipation. "Artemon," I called, voice sharp as a blade, "you mangy wolf, stop lurking. I know you're watching."
He stepped from the shadows, fur gleaming, eyes gleaming with mischief. "My, my, what a bold little hood you wear. Most girls tremble. You? You look ready to devour."
I laughed, circling him with predatory grace. "Tremble? Please. I'm the one who makes wolves pant. Tell me, Artemon, is that tail wagging from fear or are you already hard for what comes next?"
"Fear? Darling, I'm intrigued. But your pussy looks untouched—untamed. Care to prove otherwise?" His retort was quick, but I was quicker, pushing him down with a firm hand. "Watch and learn, beast. No man—or wolf—has claimed this."
I straddled him, ass grinding against his form as I freed his animal cock, thick and hard. "Horny yet?" I teased, lips brushing his ear. "This pussy's wet, dripping for a challenge." Taking him in one swift motion, I rode with fierce control, my vagina enveloping his cock like a velvet vice. He groaned, but I dictated the pace—panting, sweating, our bodies slick. A quick blowjob interlude had him begging as I sucked him deep, then I mounted again, ass bouncing, pussy clenching.
"Deeper, wolf," I commanded, witty and unbowed. "Make me come." We exploded together, cum flooding as I came hard, our lust a fairy tale climax of magic and fire.
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