New Sketch

Well, today was a boring day at the office. Nothing to do with the time. Except for sketching something new and naughty! I got the idea for this a month ago, but finally got a round to solidifying the sketch I really wanted. This is my take on Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf, or in my case, the Werewolf in heat! I wanted it to be raw, aggressive and animalistic, but still hot. I think I've achieved that goal.

In my version of the story I see her going through the forest and then being subdued by the Big Bad Werewolf while it is in heat. In her fear of getting devoured by the beast, she crouches down in a submissive position and let's the beast mate with her. After the beast has quenched his burning lust she makes it to Grandmas house. At this point she is completely shaken up, but grateful to be alive. She tells her Grandma that she survived the wolf attack, but but omits certain details. Her Grandma tells her of another way out of the forest, and she decides to take that path. However, further along this new path she is greeted by a familiar howl, and runs hopeless as she is once again in the presence of the beast. Standing completely still he circles her, grunting and sniffing at her. Finally sniffing her underwear. Underwear stained with trickling juices induced by the cold, wet nose of the beast touching her inner thighs, sending a shiver of excitement through her body. Finally realizing what the beast desired once again, and that there was no clear way of escape, she again crouched upon all fours, and lowered her head in submission.

The beast mounts her once again, but this time she does not resist or protest, but silently accepts her fate. She feels every thrust and spasm as the beast fills her hot wet mound with his seed, eventually overflowing inside her and spilling onto the cold grass below. She allows her body to respond to the warm sensations, and silently bites down on her finger, as her own body produces a wave of moderately controlled spasms. Her body trembles, then no more, as she falls forward into a heap of shaking flesh to the ground. Short, controlled breaths escape her lips as she lay beneath the drooling behemoth above her, who is also exhausted from the nights endeavors. And she watched weakly, as he crawled away into the darkness of the forest.

She made it back to the village that morning, but never told a soul of her encounter. Only claiming that she had narrowly escaped a beast that resided in the woods, who disappeared into the night never to be seen again. This, of course, was only partly true. And from time to time, she found herself venturing out into the woods at night. Satisfying a lust that she can not explain, and a burning desire that can not be extinguished.

Hmmm... seemed to have gotten carried away there. I might have to end up writing this story. Oh well. Till next time.