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Little Red and the Wolf (1x1 w/ Mr.Aznable)

His howls and roars filled the night, but the only other sounds were the sounds of wet slaps and disoriented screams, her back and breasts, even her face covered in his heavy, sticky seed.
 
His knot throbbed and swelled a bit as he howls, filling her again with a massive, final load.
 
He grunts and pumps the last of his thick cum into her before slowly pulling out with a loud, wet pop as he moved to curl around her slowly.
 
She was wheezing but it was only to catch her breath, laying in a daze for a while before pushing herself to curl into him.
 
The daylight shone through the windows, and she woke up curled into Ludwig. He held her close, snoring softly. Another safe lunar cycle.
 
She blushed and smiled as she held onto him tight, never once thinking she would be so lucky to have Ludwig in her life.

A few days passed and Aileen was spending time with Ludwig in his watch tower. "So the solstice is coming up soon and the council is planning a festival for it. Do you wanna go?" She asked.
 
The days passed and soon enough, the night air was lit with torches and lanterns, the sounds of merriment filling the sky. Ludwig walked around, laughing and smiling with Aileen, tankard in hand.
 
She was holding onto him, smiling and laughing as they had a great time. She was in her infamous red cloak, ignoring the dirty looks from married women.
 
He chuckled and kissed her cheek, moving into the fair grounds. There were competitions, drinking, eating, and one that caught his eye. Trials of strength. Wood splitting, log toss, weight lifting, even weighted runs. He smirked and moved toward them.
 
He smirked and handed her his coat, rolling his sleeves up above his bulging biceps. "Watch this." He said as he moved to the log splitting.
 
He smirked and gripped his axe tight. In front of him were twelve wood rounds, all gnarled and knotted. Tough splits. The announcer fired off the starting gun and Ludwig used all of his strength and hacked away at the wood. Three mighty swings and the round was split in two. Again and again, rounds being split in less than half the time of the other men.
 
He had an unfair advantage over them, she knew that. He knew that. Was he doing it to impress her? Because it was working.
 
The competition ended, and Ludwig was crowned the winner. The next competition started, and this was the weight lift. Each contestant would lift weights in a row. The man to reach the last weight set, would win.
 
Ludwig, of course, made it all the way to the end, his muscles bulging and almost straining. He seemed to be enjoying himself, with all this attention. Women swooning, men envious.
 
She couldn't look away. She didn't want to in case she missed anything. She heard the younger girls whispering about Ludwig, how attractive he was and how there was no sign of a ring. She shook with jealousy, not liking anyone else admiring her lover.
 
The other contests flew by without a challenge for Ludwig. His heart was racing, and after every single contest, he scanned the crowd for her and winked, even combing his hair back with his fingers.
 
Ludwig was crowned the strongest man in town, now having earned the nickname 'Golem' by some of the men. He smirked and walked back toward her, his shirt unbuttoned a bit.
 
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