PROLOGUE - RED RIDING HOOD AND THE HUNTSMAN
TALON
The forest floor was a carpet of damp moss and fallen leaves, each step I took a soft crunch that betrayed my presence. I was playing the part, a huntsman tracking more than just game today. And there she was, just as we’d planned, my little Red Riding Hood, looking deliciously lost and innocent. Her crimson cloak was a splash of impossible color against the deep greens and browns of the woods, the hood cast over her golden hair. She looked up, her wide, blue eyes—Kat’s eyes, really—fixing on me with a perfect mimicry of feigned fear.
“Please, sir,” she began, her voice a breathless whisper that sent a jolt straight to my groin. “I think I’m lost. I was just gathering kindling...” She gestured with a small, empty basket to a pathetic pile of twigs at her feet. The roleplay was already igniting the air between us, the scent of pine and earth mixing with the raw, musky scent of my own arousal.
“Lost, little one?” I rumbled, letting my gaze sweep over her, taking in the way the cloak skimmed her generous curves. “These woods can be a dangerous place for a young girl all alone.” I took another step closer, the space between usshrinking, charged with anticipation. “I’m Talon. A huntsman. Perhaps I can help you.”
The beautiful blonde’s bottom lip trembled. “Oh, would you? I just wanted to get back to the path, but everything looks the same.”
“I know these woods better than my own hand,” I said, my voice dropping lower. “But there’s a toll for passage.” I let my hand rest on the front of my worn leather trousers, right over the hardened length of my shaft. “A price for my protection.”
Kat’s eyes, still wide with that theatrical innocence, darted down to my hand and then back up to my face. A flicker of pure, unadulterated lust—her own, shining through the character—passed through them before being masked again. “A... a toll?” she stammers. “But I have nothing to give you, Sir Huntsman.”
“You have everything to give me,” I growled, closing the final distance. I grabbed her wrist, not roughly, but with an undeniable claim. “And I have something for you as well. Something to keep you warm on these cold nights.” I led her behind a thicket of ancient, moss-covered oaks, their branches forming a leafy canopy above us. Here, the light was dappled and green, our own private bower.
She gasped as I spun her around to face a broad tree trunk, pressing her against it. My body caged hers, my hips pinning her soft ass against my straining erection. “Please,” she whimpered, but the arch of her back told me her plea was a lie.
“Shhh, Little Red,” I murmured against the shell of her ear, my breath hot. “The big bad wolf isn’t the only one who wants to eat you up.” I flipped up her cloak, my hands immediately finding the hem of her simple cotton dress. I bunched it up aroundher waist, exposing the smooth, pale roundness of her ass and the sheer, already-damp lace of her thong. I groaned, running a rough palm over the curve of her cheek. “Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.”
“You’re a bad man,” she breathed, pushing her hips back against my hand like a horny slut.
“And you’re a wicked little girl, wandering the woods dressed like this, tempting a hungry huntsman.” I hooked my fingers into the thin string of her thong and pulled it down her legs. Kat stepped out of it willingly, me watching with satisfaction as a silvery string of pussy juice connecting her sweetness to the gusset grew long and then broke.
“You’ve got a horny little cunt, don’t you? Let me take care of it, sweetheart.”
I knelt, spreading her cheeks with my hands, and blew a hot stream of air over her puckered hole and the glistening folds of her cunt.
“Talon,” she moaned, her voice breaking.
“What was that, Little Red?” I asked, my tongue darting out for a quick, teasing taste of her juices. She shuddered. “Ah, that’s better. Begging for it already.” I stood and quickly undid the lacings of my trousers. My cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the head already beading with pre-cum. It was hard as iron, a weapon of pure steel, ready to plunder.
I gripped the base, stroking it once, twice. “Look at this,” I commanded. “This is my axe, and I’m going to use it to split your cunt open.”
Kat turned her head, her gaze locking onto my shaft. A true, unbidden moan escaped her lips. “It’s so big, Sir Huntsman! Please be gentle.”
“Big enough to chop down this forest,” I grunted, lining the head up with her slick entrance. I didn’t push in right away. I just rested it there, letting her feel the heat and weight of my member. “Tell me what you want, Red Riding Hood. Tell the woodsman what you need.”
“You,” she gasped, her knuckles white where she gripped the bark of the tree. “I need you inside me. Please use your axe on me.”
With a guttural groan, I drove forward, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth, powerful thrust. The wet heat of her cunt engulfed me, her inner walls clamping down like a velvet vise. I stayed still for a moment, savoring the sensation of being completely sheathed in her tight, willing body.
“Fuck,” I snarled, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. “You feel that? That’s a real woodsman’s axe splitting you wide.”
“Yes!” Kat cried out as I began to move. “Oh god, yes! Split me with your huge axe!”
I set a brutal, driving rhythm, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, my hips smacking against the soft flesh of her ass with every thrust. The forest around us filled with the sounds of our coupling—my grunts, her cries, the slick, wet slap of flesh on flesh. I watched my cock, glistening with shiny arousal, pistoning in and out of her, a reddened, furious tool claiming her again and again.
Her breasts bounced with the force of my movements, constrained by her dress. I wanted to see them, to feel them. I pulled out, ignoring her whimper of protest, and spun her around. Her cloak fell from her shoulders, pooling on the mossy ground. I yanked the front of her dress down, exposing her large, perfect tits, the nipples tight and rosy. I bent my head, taking one into my mouth, sucking hard, laving it with my tongue while my hand kneaded the other.
“Talon,” she gasped, her fingers tangling in my dark hair, holding me to her chest. “Oh, fuck, Talon.”
“That’s it,” I muttered against her skin. “Say my name. Tell me who’s fucking you.”
“Talon! You are! Your axe feels so good!” my blonde beauty wailed.
I lifted her, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist. I braced her back against the tree trunk, using it for leverage, and slammed into her again. This new angle was deeper, more intense. Her head fell back, her mouth open in a silent scream as I drove into her, hitting that secret spot inside that made her entire body tremble.
