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“Going somewhere,
Little Princess?” He growled.

I could feel my heart beating in my chest, defiance setting
in at the thoughts running through
my head.

How many times had
Grandmother mentioned the wolves? Had I said I’d be careful? Had I purposely
been reckless out of the fucked up hope that one of the wolves would find me?
How many times had I yearned for a wolf to claim me as His?

How many times had I
been wrong?

What the fuck had I gotten myself into. This Wolf was a
giant. A monster. A beast with a tone that was dripping with depraved,
sadistic, violent thoughts like his saliva was dripping down his mouth at the
sight of me.

My flight caught up with my fight and realized it wasn’t the
thoughts that should have been running. It was me.

I started.

He stopped me.

“Stay awhile, Little Princess.” He said. It was not an
option. It was a command.

I stopped. I didn’t know why. Why I was paralyzed with fear,
need, anger, awe, panic, acceptance.

His eyes are so big. I thought.

“The better to see every inch of that delectable skin, Red.”
He answered.

I guess I didn’t just think it. I said it, without realizing. I was losing myself. But he
seemed to know my name.

“Your teeth are so sharp.”

“The better to rip that hood off your fucking body, Red.”

“Your mouth is so wet.”

What the fuck was I saying? I did not want this. The sight
of his wet mouth was not causing my cunt to match it. My
body would not betray me like this.

“The better to soak your holes with before I ravage them all,
Red.”

Holy Fuck. My cunt clenched, my brain screamed, my heart hid
and my soul awakened.

This was happening. This wasn’t happening. This was
happening. This wasn’t happening.

I started.

He stopped me.

“This is going to happen, Red.” He observed.

This is going to
happen, Red. I moaned.

He advanced. I retreated.

His big eyes saw my every move.

He stalked. I cowered.

His big teeth did their job.

He salivated. I gushed.

Wetness sliding over wetness.

No!

Tongue sliding over Cunt.

Please, No!

Tongue sliding over Ass.

God, no. Not there.
Please. No.

Tongue sliding over Tongue.

Why is he doing this
to me? What is he doing? Why do I like it? Why am I so fucking wet right now?  Filthy, disgusting, revolting girl!

“Feels like you like that, Little Princess.” He smirked.

“No, please.” I begged.

“Please what?” He asked.

“Please don’t, Sir. Please don’t make me.” I appealed.

“Don’t make you what, Red?“

“Don’t make me feel this way. Don’t make me want you. Don’t
make me dirty. Don’t make me… God, please, don’t make me.” I invoked.

He wasn’t a God. He was a hunter. I prayed to him. He preyed
on me.

“But you are dirty. You’re a filthy,
disgusting, revolting girl. You know it. I know it.” He leered. “You deserve
this Red. You’re such a Little whore of a Princess.”

I did. I deserved this.
I deserved this feeling. I deserved to embrace it. I deserved to own it. I
deserved to cum from it.

And I did. I came when he had enough of my begging and made
me. I came when he shoved his monster cock inside of my sickeningly wet cunt. 

I cried as I came. From disgust, from conflict, from need, from freedom, from release, from pain, from the sheer size of this beast. The pain became too much. 

“No, no, no, no, it’s too much,” I sobbed.

“The better to fuck you with,” he responded

I came again when he mercilessly thrust inside of my ass, forcing a
large peg in a small hole, from the depth to which he
hit my soul.

I came again and again and again- my pleas turning from no
to yes. From violation to violent need.

I started.

I started.

I started.

He stopped.

Afterwards, he held me in his arms, and said. “I love you,
Little Princess.”

My mind was free, my heart was full, my soul was awake.

Wolf had claimed me as His. 

——-

Sometime earlier that month:

“Going somewhere, Little Princess?” He growled.

“Hello Wolf, it’s nice to see you again,” I sighed. “I
missed you.”

“I missed you too, Red.“

Despite Granny’s warnings, I had ventured into the forest and let Wolf claim me as His, many times.

We were laying together in the afterglow when He asked me if it was what I needed.

“Sometimes,” I responded. “Sometimes I need you to be mean.
To be violent. To be Fenris.”

He whimpered with a similar need,
marking me as His with a love bite punctuation mark.

“Be careful what you ask for, Little Princess.”

“I know what I’m asking, Wolf. We’ve talked about it for so
long.”

“And we’ll keep talking about it until I know you’re sure.”

“Yes, Sir.” I simpered.

“None of that, Little Princess. Tonight let’s lay here and
love,” he whispered by my ear. “I’ll desecrate you soon enough, my little whore.“

Soon, but never enough,
I thought as I wrapped him around me and drifted off to sleep .

Safe, sane and consensual are the key words for all of BDSM, and are the base, the core, the truth of Consensual Non-Consent. Consent comes first. Always.