Ever since Lucy  was a child, her grandmother had warned her not to go into the woods alone, for the big bad wolf would prowl them looking for vulnerable girls to eat.

She never believed the tales of course, she was a smart girl and she knew her grandmother just didn’t want her getting lost, but in the dead of night, when the house was still and silent, she would think about the wolf and it would send a delicious frisson of fear through her.

These days she was no longer a little girl, and there was no one left to worry if she got lost, so she had been stepping further and further into the woods. Exploring them, taking delight in the peace and beauty of them, foraging mushrooms and filling her basket with wildflowers, which she dried and sold at the local market on Saturdays.

One particular day, her basket was full to the brim, the pockets of her old red cloak were stuffed and the sun dappling through the canopy of leaves above was starting to fade.

A sudden chill ran through her and her eyes darted around her, seeing nothing but shadowy trees, she drew her hood up, gathered her basket and began walking quickly back in the direction of home.

The ominous feeling grew and she started to hurry, her feet trampling the fallen leaves scattered over the mossy ground, faster and faster trying to beat the darkness rapidly threatening to overtake her.

Breathing a sigh of relief as the fairy lights she’d placed around her front door many years ago suddenly twinkled into view, she rushed toward her little cottage.

The front door gave as soon as she reached it and for the first time in years, her grandmothers voice came back to her telling her to always remember to lock the door. It seemed such a ridiculous thing to do when she had never seen anyone else out here though.

She shrugged off her cloak and hung it on the coat stand before placing her basket on the little oak table, and turning her attention towards the dying embers of this mornings fire.

The fire was soon crackling merrily again, filling the little room with a cosy warmth, the dancing flames hypnotising her. A long, low growl brought her back to the present. The menace in it was unmistakable, it vibrated through her, filling her veins with icy horror as she realised it was coming from inside the cottage.

The growling intensified as she crept through the cottage, passing the kitchen, and her bedroom, heading towards the only closed door, the room which had been her grandmothers.

Her shaking hand gripped the door handle and she slowly opened the door, wincing at the creaking sound it made from lack of use, the only light was coming from the hallway behind her, and the huge full moon she could see through the window, illuminating the large, empty four poster in front of her.

Taking another step into the room, the door was suddenly slammed shut behind her.

She stood frozen to the spot. She could hear nothing other than the deafening sound of her own uneven breathing as she tried frantically to reason with herself. It was surely just the wind which had slammed the door.

All attempts to calm herself were forgotten when she felt hot breath moving her hair. Her long red braid was gently lifted off her neck and inhaled, followed by a low groan.

The unexpected sound made her jump in terror, adrenaline surging through her as she turned to run. But the grip on her hair yanked her back, throwing her against the wall, and an extremely large hand fixed around her throat, holding her upright.

She squeezed her eyes shut in horror as he lowered his head down to hers and ran his nose along the side of her neck, inhaling again before pushing his whole body against hers. Trapped against the wall, her terror freezing her until she felt the huge, hard bulge he was pressing into her.

Her eyes flew open and she was suddenly filled with fury. How dare he come into her home, uninvited, and treat her like this?

She reached up to grab his hand, trying to pull it from her throat. But she could barely fit hers around his thumb.

‘Jesus Christ, you’ve got big hands!’ finding her voice through her anger. ‘Get them off me!’

‘All the better to grip you with,’ he grinned, his huge teeth flashing white in the moonlight.

His other hand began roving over her body, caressing her stomach then up, over her breasts. Clearly frustrated at the buttons of her old flannel shirt, he ripped it off her as though it was nothing.

Exposed to the cold air, her nipples hardened and his big hand engulfed one breast at a time, palming them and tweaking her nipples so hard that she cried out.

She grabbed his forearm to pull him off but it was immovable, the huge muscles of his arm clearly visible through his shirt.

‘Holy shit, your arms are freakishly big.’

‘All the better to pick you up with,’ he winked lifting her up and over his shoulder as though she was a sack of potato’s before sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling her across his lap.

The weight of one massive hand was on her back, keeping her down, while the other was caressing her legging clad ass in a surprisingly gentle manner.

‘Get off me, now! I’m not playing. Let me up or I’ll scream,’ wriggling as she tried to move, but it was impossible.

He bent his head down to her ear and growled ‘go ahead, princess.’ Before placing a hand over her pussy, gripping the seam of her leggings, and tearing them from front to back, exposing her bare ass to him:

Before she could process the predicament she was in, a huge hand landed on her ass.

CRACK!

It felt like a sledgehammer and she screamed out in shock.

CRACK!

Another one.

CRACK!

And again.

Each smack heavier than the last, no pause, no time to breathe. Just relentless, hard smacks.

She struggled to get away, tried with all her might to manoeuvre off his lap, she pinched and clawed his leg as hard as she could but he just gathered up both hands and held them behind her back in one passive paw.

She tried to kick him but all she succeeded in doing was hurting her bare foot on his massive tree trunk legs.

And he didn’t even flinch.

Just continued to smack her, over and over.

She screamed and swore and shouted and pleaded and begged. Nothing did any good. He was never going to stop. Her ass felt like it was on fire.

Eventually, she had no fight left. Exhausted, she could only lie there, spent and sobbing, but accepting every hit without a word.

That seemed to be what he was waiting for. He stopped spanking her and started caressing her ass instead until she cried herself out then he turned her round to face him.

Lying in his lap like a baby, she stared up at his massive face for the first time. Strong, dark eyebrows over dark eyes and an unruly dark beard were all she could take in as his gaze held hers.

He gently caressed her tear stained face and she looked in his eye and asked ‘why?’

‘Because you’re mine,’ he said simply. His teeth flashing again in the moonlight pouring in from the window.

‘You have huge teeth,’ she mumbled, deciding to ignore the possessive comment.

And laughing, he gently moved her off his lap, laid her in the bed and hovered over her.

‘All the better to eat you with,’ he growled. Nipping her bottom lip, then travelling down to her neck, her nipple, already tender from his harsh pinching earlier, down her soft stomach, and then lower.

‘No,’ she gasped, weakly grabbing his hair.

But his tongue brushed over her clit, making her aware of just how turned on she was, and instead of pulling him away, she was arching into him. His growl of approval vibrated over her, enhancing the pleasure of what he was doing.

She was on the brink of orgasm almost immediately, about to tip over the edge, when suddenly he stopped and looked up at her.

‘Tell me you’re mine,’ he ordered.

‘I’m not,’ defiantly looking away from him.

She heard him snicker and felt his thick finger trailing over her swollen, needy cunt. Gasping as he gently inserted it inside her, curling it, stroking her walls in just the right place.

He increased his speed and she felt the pressure building. She was almost there.

He stopped and looked at her.

‘Tell me you’re mine.’

‘No,’ through gritted teeth.

His tongue immediately back on her clit, only to stop again.

Over and over and over he took her to the brink. Getting more insistent each time he told her to say she was his. But she wouldn’t. She couldn’t.

She was crying now, her clit and core were painful, her need for release was overwhelming.

Withdrawing his fingers once more, he smeared her wetness across her face before forcing them into her open mouth, so she could taste herself.

‘Your body knows who it belongs to, stop being so stubborn and tell me what I want to hear,’ his voice was calm. ‘Then I can make you feel better.’

‘I… I can’t,’ she muttered in despair.

His sigh of disappointment made her sob harder, exhaustion clouding her brain.

He gathered her to him, his tongue trailing her tears. She could smell her pussy on his beard, feel the hard length of him pressed against her and she was filled with powerful need, her core clenching around nothing.

Frustrated beyond anything she’d ever experienced, she arched into him, rubbing her sore, swollen cunt against his hard thigh. Trying to get some kind of release.

‘Look at you, my little slut, you just can’t help yourself.’

She knew she should be embarrassed, disgusted with herself, but she was beyond that. Mindless. Yearning.

‘Please,’ she whimpered. ‘Please, I need….’

‘I know what you need,’ he said. Hand reaching down, undoing his trousers and lining up his thick, hard cock against her dripping entrance.

With one thrust he was inside her and they moaned together at the feeling.

He was so much larger than all the other people she’d fucked. Those disappointing, frustrating fumbles in the back alleys in town when she’d gotten desperate enough for human connection that she’d choose some random guy from those eyeing her in the bar. She’d always been left feeling shamed and empty and sad.

Now though, she was completely filled and as he started to move, the intensity of the painful pleasure was incredible.

She arched her back and met him thrust for thrust, pleasure building higher and higher, until she knew that she just couldn’t take it anymore and there was no way she was going to let him take this from her. Putting her hands on his huge, muscular chest she pushed with all her strength.

Surprisingly, he let her push him onto his back, seemingly amused by her attempts to take control a smirk playing on his lips as he watched her ride him.

But no matter how hard she rode, how incredible it felt, how on the verge of orgasm she was, she just couldn’t get over the edge.

Dripping with sweat, her burning thighs making her wish she’d carried on with the daily squat routine she’d begun, and given up, in January, she finally collapsed onto his chest, growling in frustration.

Laughing, he pulled her into him and turned her over again.

‘Do you know why you can’t come, princess, why you’ve never been able to come with any of those losers you’ve fucked before?’ Amusement and lust heavy in his tone. ‘It’s because I haven’t said you can. You see, little girl, I own your ass. Whether you choose to believe it or not. You’re mine. And you can come when you say you’re mine.’

‘You’ve  a massive dick.’ She told him petulantly, turning her head away.

‘All the better to fuck you with,’ he laughed down at her. Wrapping a huge hand around her throat, cutting off her air, as he began pounding into her.

Fear, panic, pleasure, pain. Everything merged into one and nothing else existed other than this man, invading her body, her life in his hands.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he released his hand a fraction and she drew in a desperate breath.

‘Tell me you’re mine,’ he growled.

She closed her eyes, shutting him out and his hand tightened again.

This time she was sure she was going to pass out. She was clawing at his hand, starting to feel weak when he finally released her.

‘Tell me,’ he sounded on the edge, she knew he was close.

The blissful relief of oxygen made the intense feelings of him fucking her even stronger. He licked his thumb and reached between them to stroke her clit. Her cunt clenched and she had never felt such pent up, painful starvation for something before.

With a deep growl, which reverberated through her, making every hair stand up, every nerve ending tingle, he thrust deep inside her and stilled.

She physically felt hot jets of his cum being released inside her and she couldn’t resist anymore.

‘I’m yours!’ She screamed, and before the words were even out, his teeth were on her neck, biting hard, piercing the skin and simultaneously, the most incredible orgasm hit her. Wave after wave of pleasure ran through her causing her whole body to convulse. The pain of his teeth embedded in her throat, his hot cum flooding her, his hard cock still throbbing inside her, it was endless pleasure, endless pain. The power of it was shocking.

And finally, when she was still, she felt his soft tongue lapping at the wound in her neck, soothing her. His hands stroking her body, relaxing her.

He stopped licking and gazed down at her.
‘Mine,’ he smiled.

‘I don’t even know your name,’ she muttered, tiredly.

‘It’s Wolf, princess,’ he winked.

‘Of course it is.’ Rolling her eyes.

‘It’s ok, we have plenty of time to get to know each other. I’m never letting you go.’

The conviction in his voice was undeniable. And she felt nothing but peace. For the first time in her life, she felt like she belonged.

And they lived happily ever after.