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It Was Supposed to be a Trip to Grandma's {Broken Knight}

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darkest_fate

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The entire town wished "Red" luck as she left on her journey into the woods, again. It was her usual weekly trip to her grandmother's house. The elderly woman couldn't really make it to town all that often and Red still had fond memories and feelings for her grandmother. The woman had done so much in her lifetime, and Red could only hope to live up to that kind of memory. It was worth the visit, even with the nasty rumors of a wolf-like creature roaming the woods. Red certainly didn't believe it; it all sounded like so much nonsense to her.

The girl swept back her red curls which were, surprisingly, not the origin of her name. Indeed, the name had come from a present from this very grandmother: a red hood much like the story. Red's grandmother had found the very idea of having her granddaughter acting out bits of the story for her to be simply too funny to resist. The town had picked up on it, and Red was forever branded "Little Red." Now the girl hardly looked like a little girl, with her brilliant red hair, well developed body, and lush white skin. Indeed, now most assumed the name came from that brilliant hair. Usually Red just smiled her brilliant smile, blue eyes twinkling, and told them the real story.

Now she tucked a basket full of goodies, and admittedly prescription drugs, under her arm and strolled down the paved paths of the woods. The trip was as peaceful as usual for quite a distance in. It wasn't until Red got deep into the woods that she heard something. Freezing, she looked to the bush, wondering what could be there. Surely not some wolf creature, that was just silly.

"Hello? who's there?" asked the girl, taking a tentative step toward the bush, not wanting to disturb anything truly wild.
 
The wolf had known for quite some time that he needed to find a female. Humanity had hunted wolves nearly to complete extinction. For hundreds of miles, he searched for a female. For any wolf like him. There was none left, only the four legged ferals. The wolf had decided that odds being what they were, it would be a better idea to steal a human girl away. There was certain magics, something entirely foreign to human, magic, that would be able to transform a human girl into a wolf like him. But, he had to do it just right, he had to specifically pick just the right human girl. Not only for the transformation to be effective and take hold, but to bear spring after the transformation.

He was tall, lean and strong as hell. His fingers tipped in claws, his hands resembled and were referred to, as paws, though he retained the flexible fingers. He had a long, fluffy tail, two tall, pointed ears, tipped in white. The rest of his fur was a stark black. As with everything about him, over the years of generations that led up to him, wolves had evolved in accordance with their dwindling numbers. Black fur helped him blend with darkness, pads on his feet and hands helped him move silently. He could pick out a specific person from a mile away on scent alone.

He was in a tree, his deep blue eyes focused on her. It wasn't like he was going to jump out of a bush and yell "Surprise!", jump on her and drag her off. That wouldn't suit his plans in the least. He needed her to cooperate. He needed her to do what he wanted without question. As the rabbit that had previously been shaking in fear in the bush quickly hops away from her, he gets a grand idea. That grand mother of hers... She certainly adored the old bat. Maybe... Deciding that the best plan, the wolf took off ahead of the girl, moving at a much quicker pace.
 
The sound must have been something else, a rabbit perhaps. Either that or Red's mind was playing tricks on her. The girl shook her head, berating herself for being too jumpy, far too jumpy. all those stories must have gotten her worked up. She chuckled, dusted herself off, and started down the path once more.

Her grandmother had chosen to stay a good distance away from the rest of the town. She preferred her solitude, saying that she'd done enough for people. Time to take some time off to herself. Usually that meant soaking in a hot tub or reading a good book, not that Red cared all that much. It actually made her smile a bit to think about her grandmother relaxing and waiting for the treats.

She strolled along easily enough, nothing would accost her in these familiar woods. There was this patch of flowers that Red stopped at for a while, picking a few and adding them to the basket. Nothing like some color to improve a dreary, drab day, after all. Flowers in basket, basket in hand, Red started up the path that would inevitably lead to her grandmother's house. She paused a little ways away noting that something felt... off.

"You really are way too jumpy, Red,' muttered the girl. She made another decisive shake of her head before strolling up to the house, confidently knocking at the door.
 
The wolf had gotten to the grandmother's house first. That was the girl's weakpoint. He'd seen her go there a few times, always bringing some basket of goodies or something for her elder. It was apparent that the girl loved the old woman, going out so far just to visit her. It wasn't something one would do for someone not close to them. That's how the wolf would get the girl to do what he wanted. He knew just where the old hag lived, and he'd made it there several minutes before the girl. Going to the cottage's back door, he bursts in, the old hag screamed at the sight of him, which was quickly silenced by strangling the air from her lungs.

Leaving the old woman on the bed, she wasn't dead, still breathing, but she was unconscious. She'd survived the ordeal for the present moment, but the wolf was already in the house. The front door was undamaged and the old woman was in her bed, looking as though she were merely taking a mid-day nap. All the while, the wolf hid in the home, out of sight so that he could spring his little well-thought-out trap on the girl.
 
When Red's grandmother didn't immediately come to answer the door, the girl became concerned. that wasn't like her, wasn't like her at all. Again, it had to be her suspicious mind, fueled by stories about some silly wolf creature. Red scoffed, crossing the threshold, lightly stepping across the floor.

"Grandma? It's Red, I'm here for our weekly visit," the beautiful redhead called. She set the basket down on a table, continuing to look around. everything looked as it should: like an elderly woman's kitchen. True, Red's grandmother was certainly more modern than most her age. You could see touches of that. But nothing that was truly impressive or jarring. Red simply shrugged, heading deeper. "You'd better be taking a nap!" she called, grinning.

The girl entered her grandmother's bedroom, pausing at the doorway to look at the slumbering woman. It did indeed look as though the elderly woman rested, and quite soundly. If Red's shouts hadn't awakened her yet, then there was little point in disturbing her now. Surely Red could find some way of entertaining herself while her grandmother finished the light nap. She smiled, thinking about hitting that hot tub. For now, she leaned against the doorframe, staring at her slumbering grandmother and admiring the peaceful sight.
 
The wolf bide his time, waiting for the girl to be vulnerable. He watched secretively as she approached the home, he watched as she came in, he watched as she had a pleasant little moment with her grandmother. It was a good thing the girl was not in the realm of reality and checked her grand mother. If she were simply napping, a simple shake could check to make sure she wakes, and that she's okay, letting her rest again after. But the girl hadn't done that. Instead, she simply admired the old bag. The wolf rolled his eyes at the scene. How mushy. Time to crash the party, anyway.

"She's a sweet old thing, isn't she?" The wolf asks, flashing his fangs. Standing in the doorway, she could see him. He was mythological to girls like her at this point. Most of his kind had been so hunted that by now to the point that most humans had never even heard of them, or they were told in stories and fairy tales as evil creatures that devoured children. It was humanity that had been brutal in the war. Taking hides and tails of captors as trophies, treating them like nothing more than dogs and raping their women.

He just figured it was a little payback. "So, here's the thing." The wolf says, smirking deviously, standing in front of the only door that led out of the room. "You can either cooperate and do as I say, or... well, I know where your grandmother lives. I know where you live. I know where your parents live. I'll tear your life apart piece by piece and make you watch. So, what's it going to be? Obey the big bad wolf... or watch him eat your grandmother before your eyes?"
 
The wolf existed. You could hardly argue otherwise, with him standing before you. The great black monstrosity had a presence, an aura about him. Something that demanded you fear and respect him. Red stared up at him, her eyes growing wide. So much for just having an overactive imagination. Worse though, it spoke, and she could hear the promises of malice in that voice.

Red remained silent, mostly out of shock and wonder, while the creature spoke. It moved to block her way out. It smiled in a decidedly devilish fashion. Cooperate or face dire consequences. Suddenly Red wished she'd thought to bring a weapon in the basket. Preferably something easy, a point and shoot. Though right now she shook so hard she probably couldn't have aimed well enough to actually fire anything upon the wolf. not with anything resembling accuracy.

Swallowing, Red nodded. "Alright, I'll obey you, just don't harm her," she said. She took a tentative step forward. What would a wolf want? Food? Surely it wouldn't want to just eat her, would it? Perhaps it was after something in the basket? Or did it want someone to cook for it? Red thought of these and dozens of other possible things the wolf could do to her. Oddly enough, mating with her never crossed the girl's mind.

"I'm only a fair cook," she hazarded. "And there's really not enough of me to make a decent meal..."

She swallowed again, nerves seizing her throat.
 
The demand of fear and respect that he'd stepped into the room with was not that of any sort of a charisma, but simply years of strife with humans had led him to know how to strike fear into the little civilians that had no idea how to handle something like himself. On the other hand, she was smart. She could've screamed, shouted at him, done whatever she'd wanted and not listened. Then he would've killed the old bag and used the bloodied sheets to tie the girl up with. At least this way, the old woman stayed breathing a little while longer and he didn't have to drag the girl whining the entire way.

"Good, good." The wolf says, nodding at her agreement. "But, just know, should you change your mind, I'm not going to kill you. I'm not even going to hurt you. I'm just going to systematically take all of the things you love on this world away from you. Starting with her. As of right now, she knows nothing of me. Of what you're to become. She'll live out the rest of her days happily. On the other hand, disobey, I'll come back and make sure that she knows that it's your fault she's in pain, your fault she's dying, and I'll make sure she blames you with her final breath."

The wolf gave a devious grin. "Girly, you're not going to be cooking." He says to her, putting a finger on her chin, lifting her eyes so he could watch her expression when he tells her. "You're to be my own personal little slut."
 
"Okay, I get it. If I disobey, you're going to destroy my life," repeated Red, feeling a little angry. Like she hadn't heard and understood the threat the first time around. He just did that to instill more fear, or, or, something. she knew that she certainly didn't like this position she was in and was already trying to think of a way out.

She blinked as he touched her, fighting the urge to jerk away. Chances were that a wolf wouldn't take kindly to having someone flinch. His comment was meant with confusion, confusion that soon melted into something like disgust. Red's eyes immediately swept down, looking to see if she could see the wolf's sexual organs. Why would he? That just...

"Don't you have girl wolves for that?" she asked. She didn't move, didn't jerk. While she certainly didn't like the idea of being a personal slut to a wolf, Red wasn't about to let her family be destroyed. Better to just give in and wait till she could figure out a way of getting out of the wolf's grasp. But... mating with him? Certainly nothing that Red wanted. "I mean, am I even attractive? I don't have a fur coat or anything..."
 
Grabbing her cheeks by her chin, he holds her face. "No, I don't have any wolves for that." He says, angrily, his brown eyes burning into hers. "You humans were kind enough to damn near exterminate my kind. There isn't another wolf for at least fifty miles of here." He bares his fangs at her when he speaks, showing her them. "So, then, you're what I'm going to use to breed. And you're body is just as canine as mine is human. Of course you're attractive. Let's just hope my little experiment works. But as far as you're concerned, you're dead, and the only thing you can do now is make things easier on yourself." Letting her face go, he gives a huff.

Once he was done with his little speech, he stands up and looks down at her. Turning to leave, without looking at her, he says "Come." and fully expects her to be following him without him so much as looking. Leaving the house, he wasn't lenient. If he noticed that she wasn't with him at any point in time, he wouldn't go looking for her, he'd just go start killing people.
 
Red froze as she felt his hands, paws, upon her face. Terror lit her eyes, overwhelming other emotions for a moment. He was so... big. So strong and so demanding. She certainly didn't stand a chance against him. Her unknowing family and whoever else the wolf chose to target stood even less chance. At least she could fight back at some level. Yet already her mind was churning, thinking of being taken savagely by this wolf. She was as much canine as he was human? that felt... odd to think about. The bit about her attractiveness made Red burn, almost wishing she weren't as beautiful. Maybe he wouldn't be as interested then.

Regardless of her thoughts and mental protests, Red meekly followed the wolf, hurrying to keep just behind him. For the moment, she didn't want to do anything that would anger the much larger, much meaner creature. That was the last thing she needed right now.

Even still, she couldn't keep quiet. The wolf hadn't demanded silence of her, after all. Wasn't as though he could really punish her for something that he hadn't specified. Licking her lip, Red spoke: "Where are you taking me? Are we heading to your lair?"

It made sense to her. You'd want to mate with the mother of your... cubs in the privacy of your home. So much for hopes that he'd at least take her on a bed.
 
Re: It Was Supposed to be a Trip to Grandma's {Broken Knight

It wasn't like he didn't know what she was thinking. Escape. Attack. Scream. Anything that she could think of that might help her to get away from him, he knew crossed her mind. She could tell by his deep brown eyes that he was ready for each of them at a moment's notice. If she was going to escape, not only was she going to need to be smarter than him, she'd also have to be faster and stronger, as well as able to out pace his tracking ability. She was quite trapped and the road ahead of her was going to be hard any way she may try to travel.

At her question, he rolls his eyes, giving a sigh. "Lair?" He asks her, looking at her over his shoulder. "Just what kind of creature do you think I am?" The wolf asks her, not exactly happy that she would insinuate that he was anything less than a refined gentleman. Except for the stealing of a human female to rape and use for his own purposes and pleasures. Taking her deep into the forest, it seemed like hours and the sun was setting before he'd taken her to where they were going.

Into the cave, from the outside, she'd think it just like any other normal cave. Except once she got in, she'd notice that the floors of the cave had been paved with wood, giving it an even floor. Each of the chambers of the cave system were separated into rooms, just like a home. Above even that, a few feet into the dark caves, it was a closed door, just like walking into a home. Just because he was a wolf didn't mean he didn't like to live in comfort. The size of the caves and all the work he'd done, a royal noble could've lived there in plush luxury and been happy.
 
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The kind of creature that kidnaps innocent young girls and blackmails them into having sex with them? The kind of half beast that roams the hills taking from people and doing God knows what to whoever he could get his hands on. Not to mention a plethora of other assorted deeds and titles. Something about the way the wolf acted struck Red as being particularly odd though. It almost seemed as though he took on some human traits. Had he been borrowing from the people he'd interacted with for years? Or was there something else?

There was plenty of time for such thoughts on the long journey. Time stretched on endlessly for the captive human. Each step felt exhausting, a mile long sojourn into the unknown. Red's eyes constantly followed the wolf's movements, waiting for an opening, a weakness, a distraction, anything. Yet even she knew that it wouldn't matter. The wolf had her, and soon it would have her in whatever way it truly wanted. Best that she resign herself to it and try and deduce a way of making out with minimal injury.

When they at last reached the cave, Red didn't know whether to sigh in relief or moan in frustration. The yawning mouth felt as though it would consume her whole, yet the girl knew that job lay for her companion. Taking a deep breath, Red followed the wolf into the cave, only to find it not as she'd been expecting. For indeed the girl had figured the wolf would live savagely, with only the slightest nod to comfort or style. What she found instead surprised her and forced her to look askance at her companion, wondering.

But instead of complimenting or asking, Red simply followed, pausing a few paces behind the wolf and staring at his back. "What do you wish of me, now?" she asked, bracing herself for the inevitable.
 
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"Take it easy, girly." The wolf tells her in response to her question. "It's not like you're going anywhere any time soon. And it's like I've always said, you can't rape on an empty stomach. Why don't you go into the other room and fix us something to eat?" He asks her, but the way he says it, he wasn't really giving her a choice in the matter. Once he'd gotten her out of the way for a little bit, he had some time to think. Standing in the bedroom over the dresser, the rooms lit by an intricate system of mirrors from the outside sunlight at a source some where deeper in the cave. The light pouring into each room, or into and through to another in some cases, kept the rooms light as brightly as the sunlight was outside.

To be honest with himself, he'd no idea what he was doing. He really hadn't planned this far ahead. He wasn't exactly the "RAWR VIOLENCE" type, he'd just been brought to situations in his life wherein he needed to resort to violence in order to survive. His tail flicking in annoyance, he wondered exactly how this was going to work with her. Or if he could even impregnate a human. He was just taking a guess that since he was quite human in traits, except for his... well, his canine anatomy that she might not even like, that this could even work.

Taking a deep breath, he gives a nod. He'd just have to get it over with and pray that the first time raping her would be the hardest, and then after that he'd just naturally find the flow of things. Walking into the kitchen and dining room of the system, he goes to find her.
 
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Can't rape on an empty stomach. Was that supposed to be an attempt at humor? The wolf was toying with her now? Red didn't know whether to be enraged, impressed, or amused. She wound up confused, staring at the wolf as she tried to figure him out once more. This would be a lot easier if he were perfectly charming or perfectly alarming. Instead he kept bouncing between the two with surprisingly irregularity. Red never knew if he would turn and eat her or crack a witty retort. For now, she simply nodded and hurried toward the kitchen, hoping she could come up with something that would please the wolf.

by now, she'd come to expect that the wolf would actually have a stocked kitchen, and she wasn't surprised. Meats, vegetables, and even some spices were all laid out. Figuring that her captor would be more of the carnivorous sort, Red immediately got to work on making a meat and vegetable stew. She tried to find some bread or make something, but her skills weren't up to the challenge. Her grandmother had taken to teaching her some, but Red still fell somewhat short of the model housewife. At least worrying about cooking was a preferable alternative to worrying about other things. Like what kind of anatomy he had and just how savagely he'd take her.

Red's worry and near fright made the cooking somewhat difficult, but the stew turned out in the end. The human woman called to her lupine captive, standing ready to serve him. Once again she had to adopt the posture of the meek captive, for want of not winding up in the stewpot herself, or, worse yet, to find her family there. Perhaps if she were truly kind, she could even earn a chance to escape... yes, that made sense.

"I--I hope you like it," ventured the girl, trying a smile. Yes, pretend to be pleasant; that should work.
 
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When he was in his comfort zone, he was calculating and charming. Outside of it, he was rash and easily frustrated. This girl was certainly out side of his comfort zone. To be fairly honest about his situation, he'd really never had one on one contact with a human before. He remembered his father and uncle being killed by humans, simply because they'd ran across the wolves. Beasts. Demons. Creatures cast from God's graces. Many other things he remembered the humans yelling at the two males. For years as the population dwindled to to addled old age, lack of medicines, human rampages or pilgrimages to their homeland in the Northern Forests, he heard stories of the foul things that comprised the human race.

He'd half expected her to spit in his face, laugh and complain that she wasn't taking orders from just another beast. It was confusing for him, having this girl near. He'd built a bastion away from humanity, the only place that he had. But in the solitude, he gained no new outlook on life, so when his rash decision thrust him into a new situation, he didn't have the full compliment of social skills in order to handle the task. The soft, sweet voice breaking his reverie, he blinks. Again, he'd expected crashing dishes and a fit. Insults about his race, just like the old hag had when she treated him like nothing more than a mongrel dog. No such things happened and it threw his mind into a deeper confusion. By the time he sat down, he gave an exasperated sigh.

"What am I going to do with you?" He asks. She was the only one in the room, so it must have been directed at her. The food smelled good, but he didn't eat. The wolf didn't have much appetite with his mind set on the girl. "I expected a snide little princess, dragging her heels, turning her nose up and spitting on my paws for my being a 'beast'." Finally, his eyes were upon her. She could see the long gash over his left eye, how the eye was destroyed. His one good brown eye and his destroyed eye, which was the shade of a deep grey in color now, fixate upon her. "Instead I find..." He looks away, huffing, having to try and think of a suitable word. "...An actual princess, being sweet and kind... Th-... this is some kind of a ploy, isn't it? Trying to lure me into a false sense of security so you can slit my throat when I turn my back, then, is it?" Even though he had asked her, the word carried no weight. He didn't believe that she was trying to use guile into ending him. Sighing, leaving the food untouched, he looks at her, completely lost.
 
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Let me go? Stop threatening my family? Not rape me? These all flew through Red's mind at the wolf's question. Instead of actually saying anything, she gave him a nervous smile and shifted her feet. Surely he hadn't noticed her plan already? That would make things a good deal more difficult. You couldn't very well lull someone into a false sense of security if they knew you were trying to lull them into a false security, especially not if they were as apparently wily as this wolf was turning out to be.

"Well, uh, I could do that," offered Red. She shifted. "But it doesn't make much sense to get my captor all angry. You're the one with all the power here, the one threatening everything I love and holding me prisoner here. I kind of don't want things to be that bad..." Red trailed off, realizing that the wolf might not have wanted a response to all that. It did sound a bit like he'd proposed a rhetorical question. This whole mess just had her confused and shaking, and they hadn't even gotten to the sex part yet. Her overactive mind had already made that to be one of the worst experiences she could possibly have. anatomy difficulties, how rough a lover he'd be, the sheer fact that she'd be mating a wolf...

"It's not poisoned or anything," offered Red. "You'd probably expect that, and i couldn't find anything." Maybe not the best to try some humor, but about now, the nerves were beginning to shatter Red. Too much longer and she wouldn't be able to really function. Couldn't he just rape her and get it over with? At least then she wouldn't be standing here worrying about it, wondering what he was planning and when it would happen. Stupid false conversation, probably trying to lull her into a false sense of security...
 
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"No, wait, don't answer." The wolf says, looking over at her. "Let me guess. 'Let me go. Stop threatening my family. Rape you over and over? Hm, one of those seems off." He wasn't reading her mind, it was written plain across her face and he could make general inferences as to what she'd want. It wasn't exactly hard to figure out, at least, he guessed if he were her, that's what he'd say. Except for the raping part, he quickly guessed that only he was in the mood for that. But unfortunately, he hadn't exactly noticed her plans, he was simply grasping at straws.

"Ah." He says, looking at her. "That's where your wrong. Everyone has power, it's simply a matter of two things. Patience and will to wield it. I was patient in capturing you, I had the will to take you, and..." He says, getting up from the chair. "...The will to go through with my plan." The wolf says, walking over to her. Looking down at her, the large black furred wolf looms over her menacingly.

"I won't lie to you, girly." The wolf says, his one good brown eye looking down at her. "This is going to be painful and traumatic for you, though I am going to completely enjoy myself. So, the question is simple. How painful and traumatic for you will this be? Will you be cooperative and try to enjoy yourself or will you be resistant until the end? I'm sure you can guess which will end more painfully... So. What's it going to be?" He asks her, only waiting but a second for her to answer his query.
 
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At least the wolf continued to prove fairly intelligent. Of course Red thought such things, though she knew better than to voice them. Her captor was going to do what he wanted regardless. The accuracy of his comments unnerved Red slightly, and she shifted nervously, biting her lip. He couldn't actually read minds, could he? That would make this even more difficult than it was already turning out to be.

"I don't know how much power i have right now," muttered Red. She had to fight strongly to resist the urge to start cowering as the wolf drew near. Once more she was made aware of just how much he towered over her, his very size intimidating. This naturally led her to think about the size of other things, and she couldn't hide the shudder that accompanied that thought. the will to go through with his plan. He'd moved over to her, looming. He must want to move to the next part.

Yes, the words that came next confirmed Red's suspicious. She swallowed hard, unable to meet the wolf's hungry gaze. Such a tender thing, trembling before the wolf like that. Her hands came up to protect her. she closed her eyes. Took a deep breath, and let the fear melt. Determined, she looked up at her captor.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked, the shakiness momentarily gone from her voice. she had accepted this, and would go through with it, regardless.
 
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When she stood there and looked up at him with those scared little eyes, it caused him to smile. He thought it would be harder, capturing a human girl, stealing her off and breaking her into the little breeding pet that he wanted. Apparently, he'd chosen more wisely than he'd thought. Looking down at her, he reaches up and puts his paw onto her cheek.

"What a good little girl you are..." The wolf says to her, praising her like one would a pet animal. Stroking her cheek lightly, he licks his lips. "Well, if you're going to be a good little obedient girl, get on your knees and undo my pants." The wolf says to her, his tail swaying behind him. Obviously, he had his mind on one thing at the moment. And since she was going to go along with it, he could enjoy himself that much more.

Her mouth just looked so inviting, he couldn't help but desire the use of it. He took his paw away from her cheek, his fingers lightly brushing the soft skin down her neck before completely letting her be. He'd let her go and at least given her the little bit of freedom to decide how she wanted to do what he'd instructed of her.
 
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Red swallowed. Good little girl. Obedient. There was some irony, those words coming from someone with a canine countenance. Her eyes went meekly up at him. For a moment, she thought of rebelling. Of trying to make a break for it. there were knives in the kitchen, a plethora of choices, ways to end this, end him. Yet if she did, things could go so horribly wrong. One slip up, and her family would find themselves in jeopardy. no, she had to keep laying along, keep playing meek.

"Yes, sir," she said, swallowing hatred. Revulsion twisted her stomach at his touch, and here she was, about to uncover the most sexual, primal bit of the wolf-man. Red licked her lips, trembling hands raising. They went to fasteners, finding catches and releasing them. The slender fingers made quick work of them. trembling hands reached for the waistband. Red swallowed. she forced herself to look up, to see the eyes and the hunger laying in them. She lowered her gaze as she slowly lowered the pants. Soon she would be face to face with the wolf's member. That throbbing bit of meat just waiting for her soft lips.

Red swallowed. She licked her lips. she removed the pants and beheld what lay beneath them.
 
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