Little Red

All characters belong to me. ;) This really should be in the sci-fi section, but I'm too lazy to move it.
Chapter 4

Red’s dream was delicious, the most luxurious, decadent, dirty-as-sin dream she’d ever experienced. A long, well-muscled male body pressed her into a cloudbank as a supple tongue ran over her left nipple repeatedly. She released a soft sigh, wishing he would pay attention to her right nipple, too, and then gasped as his tongue switched nipples and fingers came up to pinch her left nipple. Her body sang at the combination of perfect nipple sucking and the soft tickle of fur along her body. A low, animal groan sounded in her ear as her dream-man slid his big torso up between her thighs until he had his hands braced on either side of her head. A hot, wet tongue slid along the seam of her lips, and Red found her lips opening to it of their own volition. The strong, wet muscle slid inside her lips to play with her own tongue. Sculpted, firm lips sealed hers and she suddenly had no control over the kiss. He feasted on her mouth in ways that had her pussy creaming. Suddenly breathless, she pulled her head away to suck air into her lungs. His strong hands gripped her head, holding it in place but nothing more.
Red slit her eyes open to look and him, and regretted it immediately.
His eyes burned down at her hotly, a thin ring of molten gold around pupils gone wide and black with excitement.
He grinned as he took her lips again, and against her will she opened to him, letting him slide his long, not-quite-human tongue into her mouth. He took advantage of her submission and captured her retreating tongue, catching it and pulling it into his own mouth. She shuddered as she felt his fangs, then moaned as he suckled on her like candy, his own tongue a long, powerful weapon that he used to conquer her mouth—and by extension, her body. She tried pulling back, and was answered with a sharp growl that arrowed straight down to her quivering pussy.
Her body suddenly relaxed, boneless, utterly submissive beneath him as her natural instincts for survival kicked in.
Aelle slowly pulled back, gently biting her lower lip, and looked down at her.
“Good girl”. And she felt the fat head of his cock nudging between her swollen lower lips. Her gaze shot down to where the nose of his penis rested against her entrance, her eyes went wide at the size of him, at the realization that he was going to be cramming that hot, huge appendage into her tiny cunt. His massive cock ran heavy with veins, as thick around as her wrist at one point, with a head as big as a plum and weighty down-covered balls that swung low under the cumbrous arch of his erection. Even as wet as she was, it would be more than a stretch. She hadn’t had sex in a very long time, and he was very, very big.
Her eyes shot to his and he grinned at her again, his eyes hot with promise.
“You’ll be able to take it, Red. You’ll beg for it soon enough.” He nudged slightly into her, then pulled away. Then nudged into her again. “That tight little pussy will stretch for me and weep for more.” He continued to bully her soft, twitching flesh with the hardness of his cock, releasing soft, succulent noises as another spurt of juice slid from within her. She whimpered, and he lunged into her, forcing the first inch of his hot, hard cock into her too-small passage. She screamed a little scream, and it turned into a drawn out moan as he teased her swollen clit.
“So tight.” He growled, thrusting hard into her again with his hips. She felt like he was shoving a log into her. A hot, smooth, throbbing battering ram that felt like it would split her poor pussy. She shifted, trying to find a more comfortable fit for all of that hot meat inside her tiny sheath, and stilled as he gently raked teasing fingers along the taughtly-stretched lips of her labia, tormenting her with extended claws. With a satisfied huff he caught at the delicate hair she kept trimmed neatly at the top of her slit and tugged, using the grip to manipulate the flesh of her mons around the deeply imbedded mass of his cock.
“St… stop. Too… !” she mewled as he nudged another hot inch into her. Her pussylips strained wide, copious juices sliding out of her tormented sheath. He merely growled and powered another inch into her.
“Take it, slave.” He tugged gently at her pubis again and again, and gave one last heavy thrust, slamming the last four inches of his shaft up her twitching channel.
Red screamed breathlessly high and long, her eyes flying wide at the feeling of utter penetration. She felt his cockhead bumping her cervix, and her channel rippled around his burning length, her muscles twitching as they tried to accommodate such a large invasion. She panted, her pussy fluttering wildly on the thick appendage straining its length.
Aelle stayed still for a moment, glorying in the snug fit of her tiny cunt, then slowly pulled out with a soft suckling sound, groaning at her body’s resistance, the tightening of her intimate flesh protesting such rough treatment. Red whimpered as her pussy clamped down on him, taking her whole body off the bed as he pulled away and dragged his thick erection through her reluctant flesh and slick juices. He left just the tip of himself inside her, staring down at the beautiful sight of his thick cock stretching her quivering vulva brutally wide, straining the tight hole of her vagina.
With a satisfied grunt he thrust into her again, his penis sliding past her protesting muscles on her own cunt juices and his precum. He gloried in how she writhed beneath him, her body whipping into a beautiful arch of pleasure. How her sweet little pussy helplessly fluttered on the hot, swollen length of his cock.
“Don’t… move… yet.” She panted, trying to suppress the panic in her voice. He would tear her apart. The punishing knot of his thick cockhead scraped uncompromisingly up her cunt, plumbing depths that had never been touched and leaving her pussy nerves singing with shock. Her enflamed vagina convulsed on the intrusion and gushed juices, crowning the tip of him generously.
“Take it.” He whispered into her hear, licking the delicate shell. Then he fucked into her depths with short digs of that massive cock, gaining momentum until his hips jackhammered into hers. She didn’t know if she was feeling pleasure or pain, only knowing that it was burning her, punishing her cunt with pained bliss. Her hard, swollen clitoris dragged against the veins and ridges of his rod, arching her into a bow of pure pleasure.
He leaned down, his burning gaze locking with hers as he licked one tight puckered nipple. Her thighs clamped onto his hips as a shiver of too-intense pleasure radiated up her spine. Her stomach knotted up and she orgasmed, clenching around his fast, hard lunges. He ignored her convulsions, fucking into her harder, driving past the twitching, tightening tissues that tried to grab him.
In a dim corner of her mind, Red worried that he was pulling her inside out. The hot pounding of his cock drove her deeper and deeper into pleasure, building a pressure in her cunt that would probably kill her with its culmination. She could only hear the pounding of the blood in her ears and the hard wet sounds of his massive cock plunging into her pussy, only taste the salt of their sweat, only smell his animal musk and her own juices as they ran down between her thighs. His claw flicked her clit and she let out a broken scream, clamping down on his hot heavy cock as it invaded her tight passage over and over again.
He grinned again, his face almost a grimace, noting her reaction.
Experimentally he feathered the delicate folds stretched around his thick base with the tip of his claw, running the point along the flushed ridges of dewy flesh. His reward came in the form of her broken whimpers and more convulsions as hot honey slid from her womb. Her helpless eyes pleaded with him, tears streaming down the sides of her face as she writhed in denial of the intense sensations. The juice frothing from her swollen pussy showed him that her tears were not of pain, so he continued the torment, his baser nature roaring with triumph at the pleasure he could force on this woman. He delicately slid the very tip of his claw into the hood of her clit and tugged up, the edges of flesh pulling tight against her swollen nub.
Her entire lower abdomen convulsed, her pussy contracting in on the massive presence of his hot cock within her. He growled with joy, stilling his thrusting movements as he explored this new way to make her scream, and did it again. She whimpered. His eyes burned down, a nearly physical touch, as he stared down at where her delicate flesh stretched taught between her mons and his talon.
He tugged it again. Her whimper turned to a low cry.
He did it again, forcing a broken scream from her.
Again and again he tormented her quivering cunt with his unique form of torture, forcing her from broken sounds to one long, drawn out scream as her entire lower body shuddered with mini-orgasms so powerful that he groaned with the power of her contractions, and finally to a low mewling sound as her abused sheath trembled with aftershocks.
He started thrusting again.
“Oh, please—ah! No more!”
He gave no indication that he heard her, fucking his thick cock into her in fierce digs, goring her abused pussy. Her juices literally drenched him, generating soft little sucking sounds when he moved. With a gentle fingertip he wiped one of her tears away, then leaned down on a deep thrust to lick the others from her face, his tongue gentle and slightly abrasive against her hot, flushed flesh. The wet muscle trailed the path of the tear down to the sensitive shell of her ear, dipping delicately to trace the outer rim. Her body shuddered and quaked, so he did it again, then dipped into the canal of her ear itself to briefly tease. He gloried in the shaking of her body, the straining of her muscles to accept the glorious pleasure he forced on her. Her breaths slipped out erratically, catching and holding any time his cockhead scraped over her g-spot or his pelvis crushed her clit. She turned her head, desperately seeking his lips, finally distracting him from her responsive ear with her pleading kisses. Her tongue drew over the point of one of his fangs, and he shuddered. Finally giving in to her unspoken plea he adjusted her until her hips angled perfectly against his so that with every plunge his entire length brushed against her clit and her g-spot. She trembled and whimpered, and he leaned down to snarl into her ear, reinforcing his verbal command with a mental one as he thrust a final time.
“Come.”
Her breath stuttered to a halt, and suddenly all of the delicate writhing muscles in her delicious pussy convulsed on him as relentlessly, impossibly, shamefully she came for him again. Her body arced up and her eyes glazed over, the intense crushing power of her climax blinding her. Her face and chest flushed and low mewls of pleasure worked their way out of her arched throat, finally working their way to full-bellied screams. The sight and feel of her ultimate pleasure tightened his balls, and he sent his hot cum spewing into her depths. He collapsed on top of her, and for once he didn’t pull out before the thick knot in his cock, another curse of his new form, swelled inside his sweet little slave.
Red gasped at the feel of his thick stalk growing thicker, a thick knot of flesh swelling in the middle. It should have frightened her, but all she felt was pleasure. The pressure of the knot caught one of her aftershocks, and she clenched her way through another small orgasm. She’d never dreamed that she could experience so much pleasure, and her exhausted body decided that this place, spread wide on his wolf cock and cuddled by his large, warm body, was the safest home it had ever had. Drowsiness stole over her, and she let her eyes rest for a moment.
He listened to her slowing breathing, admiring her lithe body, now gleaming with the sweat of her exertions. Her eyes drifted closed, her dark eyelashes resting against her cheeks in two pretty sweeps over dark lines of sleeplessness under her eyes. He felt the changes in her body, the loosening and relaxing of her muscles, the slowing of her breath, and realized with a pang of regret that she had fallen asleep. His cock still pulsed hard in her, unsated, but he found himself loath to wake her again. He had sensed her physical exhaustion, but his damnable instincts hadn’t allowed for a prelude. His beast wanted to fuck, and his beast too often had the upper hand.
Not this time, though. He thought, quelling the animal part of him with surprising ease. It still wanted to sink into his soft, wet woman again and again and again until it was too tired to fuck its mate, but with reluctance it subsided. He reached up and thumbed her cuffs, opening the security locks on them and releasing her hands. Then he snuggled down with her, his warm body wrapped around hers and his cock still persistently swollen in her sweet pussy. He would let her sleep for a while, his cute little slave.

“Your Grace, this truly is a bad time for you to be dropping in for a visit.” Reatrix insisted, not for the first time. The Duke of Rigil Kentaurus lounged in her receiving room as though he had every right, refusing to take hints, veiled or otherwise, that he needed to leave. He really was a beautiful specimen, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist and wide green eyes fringed with ridiculously long eyelashes. He dressed perfectly, accentuating his masculinity with the finest silks, tailored with a master’s hand. Any other time Reatrix might have appreciated this, but all it did for her now was give her a great inclination to land her fist squarely between those gorgeous eyes. He leaned back on her ultrafine Vesuvian lounge, and for a moment she wondered if he was intentionally trying to piss her off.
“I keep telling you, Rea, you need to come with me to Rigil. Think of it as a vacation from all of these stresses.” He waved a beringed hand to encompass her beautifully appointed palace. Rea arched a brow at this, plastering a simpering smile on her face.
“I would, you know I would, Your Grace, but right now I have my hands full handling a family crisis. Please,” she leaned toward him, offering a glimpse of her considerable cleavage, “I need to see to it and having you here is always such a distraction. If you come back at another time I would be able to give you the attention you so rightly deserve.” She batted her eyes at him, hoping to disguise the anger she could practically feel sparking from her eyes. She was only seconds away from having his austere presence bodily ejected from her skypalace and alienating one of the most powerful people in the 1000 systems. He ignored her hints and leaned forward himself, his hand snaking out to capture her waist as his eyes fixed on her bosom, shown beautifully by her low-cut gown. She cursed herself for always needing to be so well dressed, knowing that the rich dark gray fabric made her flesh look very enticing to interested eyes.
The Duke pulled her toward him, and Rea prepared to remove herself from his hold in a less-than-friendly manner when his hands stilled and he locked her in place, her chest less than a foot from his face. To her surprise and relief, his attention seemed fixed on something behind her.
“Ah, if it isn’t your assistant. I see Reatrix hasn’t kicked you off her payroll yet.” The Duke smirked as Reatrix turned, finding herself faced with a blank-faced Dalin, his posture ramrod-straight with his hands folded carefully behind his back. She might have thought him a statue had his eyes not been burning with something indefinable where they fixed on the Duke’s large hand on her narrow waist.
“Indeed, Your Grace.” Dalin’s words were clipped with shuttered disapproval, his strong, crisp voice seeming sharply against the Duke’s indolent tones. Reatrix couldn’t help but compare the two men, Dalin’s trim, professional demeanor against the Duke’s practiced laziness. Dalin’s dark attraction against the Duke’s flashy beauty… Dalin’s tightly controlled expression against the open hunger on the Duke’s face.
Somehow, despite her well-known preference for openly sensuous males, the Duke always came out lacking.
The Duke used his grip on her to pull her closer, an open dismissal of Dalin. Rea stifled a groan of aggravation.
“I’m giving a chance to be the consort of a Duke, Reatrix. Think of the benefits. Invitations to every party, more credit than you could ever spend. An attractive bed mate. And power that is growing by the minute. It would be in your best interests to be with me in the coming times of change.” He used his most suave, patronizing tone on her.
She was so close to clocking him.
“I’m sorry, Your Grace, truly and deeply. But I already have all of that. I am content in my current situation, but I thank you again for your magnanimous offer. Any woman would leap at such a chance.” Except me. I’m picky, thank god.
His grip tightened on her, and with a sudden yank he had her toppled into his lap. She considered trying to flirt her way out of this situation, but doubted it would work. Even outright rejection had failed to penetrate his thick skull… so re used physical force. He was woefully unprepared for the hand she snaked between his legs to clamp onto his package, and for a split second a smug grin crossed his face.
Then she squeezed. Hard.
He yelped and snarled, his eyes narrowing to dangerous slits.
“Bitch!” The force of his backhand sent her rolling off his lap. She landed on her knees on the hard marble floor, and she winced in pain. The Duke surged to his feet, his arm raised to land another blow, and suddenly Dalin’s dark form flew at him, landing a kick into the Duke’s gut that send him flying over the back of the divan. Rea felt his impact from where she kneeled on the floor.
The Duke lay on the floor, gasping for air, and Dalin bent down, pulling him up by the collar of his fine silk shirt. When he spoke his voice was calm, but it sent shivers of excitement down her back.
“If you ever touch my lady again, I will personally see to it that you will be parted violently from all you hold dear.” His icy grey eyes cut down, to where one of the Duke’s hands cupped his crushed privates. “I will no longer stand back and watch asses like you try to get their hands on my Lady.” Rea felt another thrill, this time with a bit of apprehension, run through her body.
He released the Duke and called for security, a satisfied smile crossing his lips as he saw the back of the pompous royalty. Then he went to Rea’s powder room, returning with one of her soft face cloths after a moment to stand next to where Rea sat on the floor.
Instead of the polite hand up she expected she found herself lifted bodily, a hand behind her back and under her knees, causing Rea to squeak in surprise. He ignored her and walked toward the kitchens. She found herself oddly mute, incapable of using her considerable wit to lighten the atmosphere. With the hard muscles of his torso pressing against her she marveled at just how much his austere suits hid. A well-muscled chest played against her side, and his biceps felt hard as rock. Rea swallowed against the rush of saliva flooding her mouth. The man was delicious. Exactly the kind of body that she loved. While he carried her she had a fantastic up-close view of the irony line of his jaw, gritted with some indefinable emotion.
In the kitchen he set her down gently on the sleek marble island counter, which was big enough to lay twenty people across and still have room to prepare a meal – a perfect size for preparing food for Rea’s notorious soirees, when the huge kitchen was packed from one end to the other with in-demand chefs and their entourages of helpers. Now the room echoed emptily, the only sound the near-silent hum of the refrigeration units.
Dalin walked to one of the spacious sinks, ordering cool water from the automated temperature adjuster, and ran the cloth he had retrieved from her powder room under the spigot. He returned with the cloth and pressed it gently to the left side of her face, now swelling where the Duke’s fist had landed. She flinched back, pulling away from the almost too-cold feeling of water against her hot cheek. He caught the right side of her face in his large hand, holding her still against the cool cloth, his molten silver eyes burning down into hers. She finally found her voice, desperately needing to break the tension of their silence.
“I never knew you could fight.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Rea.” He rumbled, dabbing softly at her face. “I’ve been trained in eleven different fighting styles, not the least of them street fighting.”
“And you never mentioned this... why? It would have made it easier for you to secure your position with me. I got an assistant and a bodyguard, all in one tidy little package.” Real curiosity burned in her. Even with her extensive background check, she had unearthed nothing about combat training. She thought she had hired a run-of-the-mill assistant.
His grip on her tightened infinitesimally, and she saw tension in the lines surrounding his eyes, a sure sign that he was thinking hard and fast. He inhaled deeply, and slowly released his breath. “All Interstellar Security operatives are trained extensively in combat. We have to be in top condition to fulfill our duties.”

** A little bit evil, true. Mwahahah!**