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Bella Red Riding Hood	By : Darkpen Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR Views: 19456 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Daddy, I don’t want to go to Grandpa’s house!” Bella Swan pouted and stomped her foot on the hardwood floors.
Charlie Swan cleaned his long barrel shot gun with an old rag and a stern look as he said, “Little girl, you will go deliver that bourbon to Grandpa’s house or you’re gonna get it!” He raised the butt of his gun as a warning. Often Charlie liked to spank Bella with his fire arms when she disobeyed him.
Bella swallowed tears, the glass of the bourbon bottles clinking as she raised it towards her, “FINE!”
She sped out the door swiping at a few stray tears. She slowed down remembering that the contents within the basket were fragile.
“It’s not fair! I hate Grandpa, he’s a dirty old man!” she spat out loud walking through the forest alone, or at least she thought she was alone.
Her eyes shifted down the path and saw, to her delight, the object of her desires. There he was, nearly sparkling in majesty as the sunlight graced the beautiful chiseled contours of his face. The trees could not hide the radiance of his bronze hair, nor the rapture of his amber eyes. Her love, her light, her passion, her Edward Cullen.
She fell flat on her face when she saw him, her mouth invaded with dirt. She raised her head shamefully and to her horror she saw her love kneel before her, retrieving the bottles that had been thrown by the impact of her fall.
“Careful there now, wouldn’t want to waste this bourbon now would we?” he smiled down at her, placing the bottles before her.
Bella nearly swallowed the dirt in her mouth, surprised that Edward had finally spoken to her. She stared wordlessly at the god before her.
Edward blinked once and then stood, “Well, I best be on my way…take care Becca!”
Now Bella spat the dirt out of her mouth and stood frenziedly, dusting herself off and turning to Edward. He walked with a confident bounce and a broad grin, as if he were looking forward to something.
She allowed the tears to fall down her face, “He doesn’t know my name…”
Bella turned back down the path, holding the bottles in a curled arm, bawling her eyes out in the other arm.
“MEEEEEEEHHHHHH!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Bella!” She heard a familiar voice call to her.
She swallowed the snot in her sinuses and looked about, “Edward?”
“Bella!” She heard again, only this time much closer.
She looked behind her, and to her great disappointment she saw Jacob striding towards her.
“Are you alright Bella? I heard you crying! Is something wrong?” He asked, his breathing labored, his voice concerned.
Bella sniffled snobbishly, “No Jacob. I’m fine.”
“Are you sure Bella, you can tell me if something is wrong. I’m your friend, we’ve known each other since we were children.”
“Jacob, nothing is wrong, I’m delivering some stuff to my Grandpa’s house, that’s all.”
Jacob stood in front of her now. She noticed he was wearing no shirt.
“Bella, tell me why you were crying.”
“Why should I tell you? It’s none of your business, I don’t care when you cry!”
“Because I’m your best friend! Why do you have to be this way?!”
“Says you! Jacob, I didn’t ask you to come with me so just go away!”
“Bella are you nuts? It’s not safe to walk alone for a girl. Don’t you want me to walk with you?”
She stopped in her tracks, her head held high, her eyes narrow, “Does it sound like I do Jacob?”
Jacob stopped walking and swallowed hard, now visibly upset. They stared at each other for an awkward moment.
“Bella,” Jacob muttered, tears in his eyes.
Bella rolled her eyes at him and walked down the path, her red cape swishing as her back turned to Jacob.
Jacob’s heart split, but he wasn’t going to give up, now that he had mustered up all the courage.
“Bella, I love you!”
Bella sneezed and kept walking, a bird flew through the path.
That’s when something snapped inside of Jacob. It was his heart, hope bled to death from the wound, and then it was filled with something darker.
Bella wiped the snot from her nose, trying not to cry, “Why didn’t Edward remember my name? Am I not important?”
It broke her heart to know the one she loved so dearly didn’t even know of her existence. Yet all hope wasn’t completely lost, “Tomorrow night, I’m going to his house and finding his bedroom window!”
She then heard a strange sound that stopped her from thinking entirely. It was a low, resounding growl. Bella’s arm hair stood on end and the bourbon bottles rattled in her shaking hands.
Her dark eyes darted around back and forth as her breathing became ragged, “Who’s there?!” she called out.
She saw a snout come into the view and then a white row of teeth followed by two red eyes.
Bella’s throat locked up in terror, her wind pipe releasing tiny little wisps of breath. Then the creature came forward, she noticed he was wearing the clothing Jacob had been wearing, and he had long black hair like Jacob’s. Bella’s eyes started to tear up. It was obvious that this creature had killed Jacob and stolen his clothing, and scalped him in the process to fashion his hair as his own.
Bella’s heart blazed in defiance, “How could you do this to Jacob? If you liked his clothes-“
Before Bella could finish her sentence the creature let out a howl and with a loud tear, his large pink, throbbing, wolf cock ripped through his pants and hung in the air like a pool table stick.
All Bella could do was stand there in utter terror, she dropped the bottles in an attempt to run and fell flat on her butt. The beast used this as an indication to come forward and stoop over her on his muscled haunches his red rocket pointed directly at her between his powerful thighs.
A rosy, supple tongue slid over his teeth in a sick grin and two black, wet nostrils narrowed and widened as he sniffed his prey. The muscles in his beastly arm twitched a claw reached for the collar of her dress.
Bella screamed as the wolf ripped her dress open from her chest downwards, leaving her in nothing but her little red cape. The whites of the red eyed monster were visible as he took in the detail of her body. All 100 pounds of her lithe form was nearly spread eagle before him, despite her small size she was fortunate enough to have some hour glass to her waist and just enough swell in her breast for the wolf-being to grasp onto with a rough, calloused hand.
Bella cried out as his thumb slid over her nipple, causing a shiver to descend down the cock of the beast and at once he dove his head in between her neck and shoulder to growl lustfully.
The vibrations of his growl spread over Bella’s body. As each wave passed through her she felt no longer scared, she found a familiar heat pooling between her legs to replace her fear.
“But why?” she asked herself, “This is so wrong and awful, Daddy told me wolves are bad! I shouldn’t lose my virginity to one! And didn’t it say somewhere in the Bible that sex with animals is wrong? Then why am I so wet…”
It took no time before he too noticed her level of arousal had risen. He began a trail of licks from her neck, to her chest. Bella’s breathing heaved, the fire in her groin blazing at a pace and intensity that overcame her like never before. Even in all her days from fantasizing about Edward she had never felt herself so alive with arousal. Her cheeks burned with hot shame, what would Edward think of her now if he was to see her like this? Surely he would tell Minister Frollo and her salvation would forever be plunged to hell. Yet, as the hellhound’s tongue made its way from toying with her breasts to her navel the significance of Edward’s love, Frollo’s scorn, and her faith began to burn from the heat in her carnal treasure.
Achingly painful seconds past as that devilish tongue licked the sides of her slit to at last find their way into her sweet, velvet center.
“Forgive me Lord…” she moaned grabbing the black mane of the creature as that long inhuman tongue reached her bud of pleasure, furiously flicking it with speed not of this earth. Speed that which only a hell-beast could reach.
Bella’s body betrayed her as her white legs snaked behind the well muscled, furry back of the wolf allowing his tongue further access into her hot woman-hole.
With each insertion she felt the volume of her cries increase beyond her control, she bucked her hips into the snout of the creature, her head rolling wildly, her eyes switching, her toes curling into his thick fur.
Guilt should have bitten her for allowing the very creature who murdered Jacob to have access to her like this, especially since she and this creature were unwed. However, it was far too soon that her guilt was eaten away by the raging lust that thundered in her loins. She was so close to something, she wasn’t sure what it was.
The beast was sure to have her find out as her buried his tongue and a portion of his snout into her pussy, then as he retrieved his face from her crotch he gave her waiting clit one last powerful lick.
A cry so wanton, so vile sang from her chest and ripped through her throat to echo through the forest, her hands fisted in the beasts raven mane, her legs a vice to his head as he continued to dine on her forbidden cleft of flesh.
She saw white, then red, then every color of the rainbow, her pleasure coursing through her spine and out her burning core like one-thousand sun-fire hot serpents. This must be what Eve felt when she bit into the apple of the tree of knowledge, but this was sweeter than any earthly fruit.
She came back to Earth with a sharp inhale, her arms were above her, her back arched, her ass was in the air, her loins still aligned with the maw of the animal.
The beast pulled away from her, his white teeth fixed in the same hellish grin, a grin that told Bella that he knew exactly what he had done, and that he had more in store for her.
The spike of pleasure began to die, and her fear returned, less was her fear for the beast, and more was her fear for her soul, her salvation, her Lord Christ. Tears began to leak from her eyes, if she were to survive this onslaught would she ever be able to tell all in the confession booth?
Her thoughts left her mind when she saw the swollen member of the beast revealed itself to her as the being sat up, his red eyes locked with hers, the demonic smile becoming unnervingly familiar.
To her horror white pearls of the beast’s lust had begun to drip down the shaft of the animal, she didn’t know what the stuff was exactly, but with the beast’s inclinations of his head and clawed hands she knew what he wanted.
She crawled forward, against her better judgment, her red cape dragging behind her. She placed her fingers delicately on the hot beast-tool, her mouth became agape as she marveled at its smoothness. Never before in her life had she felt something so perfectly sculpted. She felt the pool of lust in her loins return as she dipped her head into the lap of the monster, and began to taste his wolf meat. She grimaced at the bitter sweet flavor, “But he made me feel so good,” Bella rationalized, despite the insane situation, “I should probably return the favor.”
She widened her mouth and accepted his pulsing doggy-dagger deeper into her face. She felt him silence and still his body. She knitted her brows, dragging her mouth down further, determined to wring some pleasure out of him.
“Hmp! If he made me feel so good why can’t I make him feel good? Am I not good enough?” she thought.
She pressed her lips into him harder, and at last he growled in pleasure. She sighed in response, feeling a bit accomplished while feeling the pool of lust in her loins spill down her thighs. She swirled her tongue around the swollen tip and brought both of her hands to his shaft and began an ascending/descending ministration that caused the beast to purr.
She reeled back in a moment, slightly disgusted by the amount of white essence that came from the eye of his wolf-rod. The wolf’s purring turned into an angered growl as a result of her pause. He thrust himself out forward to encourage her, with bringing a clawed hand to her shoulder.
She had to think fast, it was either swallow his man-wolf-broth or allow it to drip out of her mouth and down his cock. She swallowed post-haste when she felt a paw grip her by the scalp and heard a threatening purr. She obediently began sucking once again, amazed at the amount of seed came forth from the beast. Finding her disgust diminishing by the second to be replaced by a wicked, animal lust she diligently swallowed.
The loud sucking noise made by her only caused her to become more ravenous with lust! She brought her mouth down as far as it would go. She could feel her cheeks hot and red with desire; there was no shame to be found in her dark, wicked eyes that occasionally glanced up to meet the crimson gaze of the beast.
She dramatically took a breath, a gush of cum spilling down her lips. It amazed her that pleasing this monstrous cock had reduced her breathing to a dangerous point. She had his white, gooey seed dripping down her neck to her breasts, and it continued to slide down her abdomen. She was astonished how much of it had escaped from what she thought was a tight seal of her lips. Anyone walking by could see that she was coated with wet, sticky cum, and she kind of liked that thought.
She suddenly became fearful that this creature would be angered get again by her pause, instead her beast grabbed her hair and yanked her close to him to kiss her as furthest as their anatomies would allow. She cried out as a sudden sharp pang of lust rattled her lower anatomy. She opened her mouth to allow his tongue access into her mouth.
“I can’t believe he’s kissing me even though there’s all this white stuff in my mouth! Mmm he’s so naughty!”
She was delirious! She ground her hips in his direction, clawing at him, her tongue in his carnivorous mouth. Another white hot, furious need spawned inside of her and it was driving her to the edges of sanity.
Sensing her dawning need, the wolf paused reeling his head back to give her a good look in the eyes. She leaned into him to continue their kiss, but he pulled back again. She knitted her brows frustrated, she wanted to continue so badly, and she couldn’t understand why the very creature that had initiated this chain of events was toying with her.
“Ugh please!” she cried out, grabbing at the being’s muscled neck. She saw a slow, crooked smile cross the face of the beast. Her lust stopped for a moment and her mental gears began to connect the dots. She saw a shape in the red eyes, even the snout bore a resemblance to someone, despite the facial features being elongated. Her hands curiously played in the raven hair that she found was indeed growing from the scalp of the beast.
Bella gasped, “You’re-!” she fell from his lap and scurried slightly away.
“Took you long enough.” Said Jacob; his voice quite a bit gruffer.
Bella stared at him, unable to speak. Jacob smiled at her again, licking his white fangs as a flirtatious gesture.
Bella was reminded of her need which soon over came her surprise. She stood, her cape still trailing behind her, Jacob’s wolf face was a look of expectation. Her mind was too asphyxiated by lust to care that it was indeed Jacob that she was going to give herself to. In fact she found herself to be completely enthralled in him now, not to mention unbelievably attracted to him, despite his current form.
He held out a clawed hand, she took it. She returned to Jacob’s lap and kissed him feverishly. Her teeth pulled at his lips, his tongue lapped at hers, and her hands now roamed his body, finding his inhuman form to send her in a lustful insanity.
She knew what she wanted: she would choose to ride the currents of the lake of fire. To be forever chained to Satan’s throne. To suck and fuck this hell hound in a constant, downward spiral of forever.
Suddenly, Jacob threw her to the ground, standing up to his full height. She whipped her head around, angry, instead of afraid of his rough treatment. He lowered himself, aligning his wolf cock with her virgin entrance.
Bella savored this moment distinctly, she could feel Jacob’s cum cooling on her chest and neck, how ambrosially hot and wet she was, and how awesome Jacob’s paws felt resting on her backside.
“Please…” she moaned.
Jacob gave her a smirk and before she could say anymore he eased his wolf-piece inside of her.
“AUGGHHHHH!!!” Bella screamed. She had no idea that she would love it so much.
Jacob paused, growling in pleasure from Bella’s tight wet hole. Bella moaned and pushed herself backwards into his cock, urging him on, “Please Jacob! I need more!”
A proud grin slid across Jacob’s wolfish features, he loved it when she said his name. He placed his clawed hands on Bella’s upper thighs, getting a good grip and pushed himself further inside of her.
“Mm! Yeah!” She felt her small tits bouncing from the inertia.
Jacob upped his thrusts, the animal fire in pit of his wolf-sack began to urge him onwards, the very wolf-sack that swung back and forth with his thrusts.
Bella made a throaty cry, the feeling of Jacob’s rock hard cock filling her waiting pussy to the brim was out of this world. She didn’t know what she liked better, his tongue licking her clit or his cock sabering her cunt. Both sent her into worlds of pleasure, albeit different worlds of pleasure. This was a deep, hidden, bittersweet pleasure that threatened to explode with a greater intensity than that of her first climax.
Jacob pumped into her harder, a deep growl vibrating himself and Bella.
Bella screamed again, her cries frightening away every herbivore within five miles, she absent mindedly reached a hand down her to in-the-process-of-being-plundered-slit and began to play with her clit.
“FUCK YEAH JACOB! GIVE ME THAT WOLF COCK!”
Jacob barked, her sudden outburst hastening his orgasm. His dark claws dug into the soft flesh of her backside, breaking the skin slightly.
Bella had no entered a new stage of psychosis, her loins erupting with life and taking over the rest of her with a primal, heathen fury. Her hands pushed into the muddy ground, meeting each of Jacob’s thrusts causing her ass to slap against Jacob’s groin, making quite a ruckus. Jacob’s cum continued to pump into her vagina, spilling out of her stuffed, swollen resuvwar and down her thighs, onto the ground, adding a wet splat whenever their bodies met. Her own cries added to the symphony, her mouth was wide open with a loud, constant, high pitched wail.
Jacob was beside himself, he could scarce believe nearly all of his wolf meat was inside of Bella. The sight of her pink flesh sliding against his cock, and the hot, silky friction sent an explosion through his canine balls.
Jacob howled into the night, adding to the serenade of soaking, slapping loins, and Bella’s depraved scream. With one mighty, alpha thrust he unloaded his hot puppy-batter into her begging pussy.
Bella howled exasperated, her own orgasm following Jacob’s, she felt her pussy electrocute with pleasure and contract involuntarily around Jacob’s cock. Her womb swallowed the cum that rushed from his wolf-log. However it could not possibly contain all of Jacob’s boiling wolf juice. There was insurmountable pressure that needed to be released from Bella’s lady pot. With a gooey noise it squirted out of Bella’s snatch in all directions.
Bella’s scream finally stopped and she fell to the ground, her ass in the air, with Jacob still inside of her. She was completely spent, and so incredibly happy. She couldn’t believe how relieved she felt, this was the answer to her bedside prayers.
“Mmm.” She half moaned, half sighed totally content.
Jacob bent, and licked the back of her neck, claiming her as his own.
She giggled to herself thinking about how jealous all of the village girls would be of her epic pounding. Surely none of them had ever received pleasure like this, that bitch Racheal would have no trump card like that one she had.
Bella turned her head to her right sighing happily once again, and lazily opened her eyes to find a bourbon bottle.
A bourbon bottle.
Bella shot up to her hands and knees, “Jacob! I have to get to Grandpa’s house!”
Jacob sneered at her, “Well, that’s just too bad.”
Bella’s breast erupted with fury as she turned her head to meet his gaze, “What exactly do you mean?”
She couldn’t believe he wasn’t cow-towing to her. “Who the hell does he think he is?”
Jacob gave her a long, venomous grin down his muzzle, his fangs more visible now than ever.
“I have a knot*.”
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