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“Ouch!”
Little Red yanks her finger from the red hot flame of the stove-top as the teapot's shrill whistle fills the room. She swats away a tendril of her chestnut hair that has fallen across her pale cheek as she drops the teabags into the chipped old mug to steep.
Gram-Gram's deep wet cough rattles her nerves from the other room. In tandem with her mood, the wind howls fiercely outside, as if to envelope the small lonely cabin in its grasp.
“We can't let it go on like this, Red” her mother sighs, as Red delivers the tea. She adjusts Gram-Gram's afghan to better cover the old woman's tattered nightgown and withered hands. The old woman's breaths are becoming shallower as the night wears on. Red nods to her mother with knowing eyes. There is a silent understanding between them that the woman dearest to their hearts needs more than just tea, or she won't survive.
While Red's mother holds the bitter tincture to Gram-Gram's lips, Little Red begins to pull on her warmest pair of charcoal black boots. The nights she ventures into the chilly forest remind her how lucky she is that her father had been an avid hunter and trapper. The black bear's beautiful silky fur was the last of his kills before he had fallen victim to the deep unforgiving forest.
She covers her face in her red knit scarf, tightening her red felt hood, and slings the large satchel of animal pelts from the old hutch in the corner of the kitchen over her shoulder. She hopes the last of their pelts is enough to barter for Gram-Gram's medicine.
“Be safe” mouths her mother's plain and weathered lips, her fearful eyes peering into Red's as she pulls her coat tighter around her daughter's dainty frame. As if on cue, a long terrifying howl sounds in the distance. Red's stomach feels uneasy.
The blossoming young woman begins to feel more and more like a timid child as she steps out the door into the dark wilderness, wandering deeper and deeper down the winding path into the forest. The dark shadows of the trees taunt her with their ever-present foreshadowing of danger. The crunch of leaves under her feet begin to sound as if they are being echoed. Her heart quickens. She senses a set of eyes on her, stops, and hears her own breath catch. She stills to listen further.
A rustle comes from behind her. Then in front of her. Then all around her. She can't tell what is circling her. She stifles her nerves, grits her teeth, then she begins to walk a bit faster down the path her mother had told her not to stray from.
Without warning, her foot catches a tangled root on the path. Down, down, down. She feels her delicate body crash into the bowels of the forest. Her nostrils flare as she smells the strong earthen odor of the dirt sprayed across her face. She feels the wet leaves underneath her blanketing the forest floor.
She hears an eerie guttural sound. Almost like a growl. She feels a strong presence above her, then wrapping itself around her mid-section ever so tenderly, until she finds herself lifted so lightly back onto her unsteady feet. She smells the strong woodsy and masculine smell of a man’s sweat and it reminds her a little of her father's smell when she nuzzled her face in his neck as a little girl.
“This path is dangerous,” the stranger chastises her in his low and serious tone. She feels his hands press a little tighter under her breasts as he presses his body closer from behind and breathes his words into her ear. His rugged chin digs a little into her neck, sending tingles up to her earlobes. He breathes deep, as if he is savouring her smell. She can’t see his face, but is aware of a wetness and heat growing under her smooth white stockings and silky tight panties in response to a hardness of his that is pressing into the small of her back. She feels her body betraying her, and quickly tries to gather her wits.
“How dare you...” she spins around, reeling out from his grasp, and sends a slap at his face in punishment. He vanishes from by her side, and she can see a bare outline retreating back into the woods.
“My name is Lux” the stranger calls from the shadows. He wants her to know him. He wants her to know his name, know his identity, just as he has secretly known her. She doesn't even have to say her name to him. Little Red. The name rolls around in his mind, is already engrained in his very being. He has watched her from afar for longer than she knew. Those teasing eyes, her beautiful chestnut locks, the beautiful stockinged legs that only enhance her tight little ass in that short skirt.
He refuses to let the disappointment of her irrational reaction spoil the visions of her dancing in his mind. His primitive skin is still on fire with the memory of her softness. A smirk crosses his face as he remembers the way her nipples stiffened under her torn coat. As if his body is in sync with her's, he feels a response from his body that it seems only Red can elicit.
But he can wait. The time isn’t right yet for her. Soon, it will be right. He has already waited a long time. A little longer won't hurt. In fact, the wait will be quite fun. He sleekly bows to her mysterious gaze, then retreats farther into the forest. As she watches him retreat, Red is unaware that Lux doesn't intend to leave her unprotected for long.
Red starts down the winding and familiar path through the dark forest again. The path is so much different in the sunlight, she muses. She has strangely mixed feelings about her encounter with the man who identifies himself as Lux. He spurs something primal inside her virgin peach that both shocks and excites her. She has only heard from her best friend, Snow, just a hint of the things that a boy can do with a girl. She is curious if Lux has done those things with a girl before. Surely he has. He seems much older than Red. She imagines how it would feel for her body to lay with his.
What am I thinking? She shakes her head at her own foolish imagination. She brushes aside the silly thoughts, though her virgin parts ache with a deep and sudden ache which is unfamiliar to her. She wants to touch herself to satisfy the ache, but reminds herself that she has to press on toward her destination.
Stay on the path, her mom's words echo in her head. The wolves are hesitant to cross the path. The packs have learned that the hunters and trappers came from the paths, and have learned to avoid it. It is the only way she can make it to the trader's camp this late at night. By the howls she hears in the forest late, they are hungry and she doesn't intend to become canine food. The moon lights the way, but its rays can't light other uncertain, undiscovered areas of the forest floor, so she has to stay on the path.
The more the night wears on, Red starts to shiver. Damn, it is cold. And she has always been leery of travelling after dark. The shadows begin dancing around her again. She pleads with the moon, but it slips behind some dark and traitorous clouds. Dad, she whispers. I wish you were here.
Just then, the dark stranger appears once again. With a natural swiftness, Lux is suddenly next to her again, too close for comfort. Without warning, he removes his coat and in a swift motion swings it up and around Red’s shoulders. Red stops with a start, instinctively shrugging the coat off, bringing her cloak tighter around herself.
“Who are you?” Red says in an incredulous voice.
“I told you. My name is Lux” the man says with a wolfish and mischievous grin. “Take the coat,” he says holding it out to her. “You look cold.”
Little Red reaches out for Lux’s coat, taking it from him. This time, she gets a glimpse of his sharp, masculine features. His golden-green eyes catch the light in an unsettling manner. Red shivers, but not from the cold. Lux has an air of danger around him, even though he has shown up several times to help her.
He must be stalking me, she thinks. She knows this should scare her, and it does. But Red can’t help but feeling something toward him. He has a charisma and an attractiveness that other boys her age don’t have. Red takes the coat from her shoulders and hands it back to Lux, still unsure of his intentions.
“I should be going.” She says and hurries away from him. When she looks back, he is still standing there holding his coat. Little Red is strangely uncertain as she continues up the path.
Red isn’t sure how long she has been walking, her eyes trained on the looming path. Her mind has been wandering again, thinking about the man Lux and his strange appearance. When she looks up, she notices that a fog has rolled in, making it harder to see the path or even the trees more than a few feet away from her. She continues to walk, her eyes on the path as the fog becomes even more oppressive. She stops, startled. She could have sworn that she just felt a hand brush the back of her neck.
“Lux” she whispers, looking around. It must have been him, she thinks to herself. He has been toying with her all night. Red feels it again. Not just one hand this time, but many, and not just brushing her neck, but rubbing up and down her legs slowly. One hand is cupping her backside, another hand is wrapped around the sweet curve of her left breast. Her eyes close involuntarily with the earth-shattering sensations closing in around her.
She can feel her skirt being lifted up as hungry hands run up her milky white thighs, touching her in the most intimate of places. She is near the brink of complete rapture, when she is suddenly and unexpectedly startled out of her spell by the sound of a wolf’s howl through the mist. The mysterious hands and the building feeling of ecstasy vanish as quickly as they had overcome her.
Her eyes snap open and Red looks around her. She is surrounded on all sides by fog. She can see ghostly faces in the fog looking back at her and mimicking her movements. They seem to be slowly retreating and becoming more and more indistinct until she is not even sure it isn’t her imagination. The cold dark night and exhaustion must be playing with my mind, Red thinks.
She shakes her head and glances behind her only to be startled again. Lux has emerged from the dense fog, and has a stronghold on her wrists, binding her so she cannot run from him this time.
“They almost took you.” He says in a scolding manner.
“Who almost took me?” Red replies, challenging Lux’s assumptions.
“Spirits of the woods” Lux breathes in a deep, low voice. It is as if giving them recognition would conjure them back to finish what they had begun. Red sucks in her breath and bites her lip to silence its quiver. It hasn’t been her imagination then. She is finally relieved to see Lux and he senses the tenseness between them start to dissipate.
Lux reaches out and touches the curls of her hair with thumb and forefinger, looking at her almost like he can read her uneasiness. Then he softly brushes her lips with his thumb, as if he wants to take her virgin red lips into his own. Finally, he tucks a few strands of her chestnut curls behind her ear, and gives her a crooked smile.
“I don’t think I can let you travel on your own anymore.” Lux’s strong features soften a bit as he loops his arm around Red’s. “Those Wraiths almost took you, and they are far from the ugliest thing in these woods.”
“What is the cost of your protection?” Red asks, raising an eyebrow. She’s practically flirting with him, she can’t believe herself. Lux is relieved that Red is starting to feel more at ease.
“Not to worry” Lux replies. “By the time I get you back home safe and sound, I’ll be paid in full.” Lux flashes Little Red a lustful grin, romancing her with his deep golden eyes. He takes Red’s hand in his, and the new companions begin traveling together through the dark, this time following an unbeaten path at Lux’s suggestion.
To be continued...
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Waiting for the continuation
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