Page 117 of Red River

"Oh, my lord, please don't look at me like that," he said, trying to sound innocent. "I'm just a poor omega peasant; I don't know any men, and my hole is still untouched."

I chuckled, my voice low and husky. "Everything on my lands belongs to me, including all the cute holes. And yours, I can sense, is going to be especially sweet."

River's face turned bright red as he protested, "No, I'm saving myself for my beloved!"

But I wasn't having it. I leaned in, grabbed him, and tossed him onto the bed, making him let out a delighted squeal.

Once I had him where I wanted him, I spread his legs, revealing his swollen entrance. It was dark and ripe, like a juicy raspberry.

"I think you're not telling me the whole truth, peasant," I said, raising an eyebrow. "Someone's already plowed your hole before me, haven't they?"

River peered up at me with those big eyes of his. His cute face made him the perfect candidate to play an innocent thrall. "Oh, you're so perceptive, my lord! But it wasn't my choice, I swear. A wicked werewolf sneaks into my hut every night and takes me against my will, multiple times, for many hours… My hole is puffy and swollen from his constant invasions… Will you save me from his clutches?"

I growled, my protective instincts kicking in. "What kind of monster would do that to you, my sweet, beautiful peasant? Of course, I'll save you, but first, I need to check if the werewolf has already ruined you with his constant defiling attacks. I need to test you myself to see if you can still be of use."

River's voice was barely above a whisper as he begged, "Please, sir, be gentle…"

I leaned in, my tongue sweeping over his swollen rim. "I can taste the werewolf's cum here; I feel like I should add a bit of my own…"

Straightening up, I exchanged mischievous smirks with River, and the tip of my dick slid into his wet, loosened hole without any resistance. "Yessss. The werewolf has stretched you out pretty well, but I need to check how you feel deeper… tell me, did he fuck you all the way to the end?"

River nodded, his eyes big and coy. "Yes, my lord, even though I begged him to stop, to spare me… but he just kept going deeper and deeper, attacking my hole like a wild animal, stuffing me with his cock like a roast chicken…"

I thrust deeper, feeling the amazing heat envelop my shaft. I just couldn’t stop. "Gosh, you feel so good, River," I muttered, thrusting with more energetic moves, forgetting my role in this fantasy for a moment. "You're so perfect for me."

Being inside him was like a dream come true. I could barely control myself, wanting to keep fucking him endlessly, like the actual werewolf in his vision.

"I think I'll take you away from the werewolf, my sweet River," I said, my voice filled with possessiveness. "Your hole is too precious to pass up… it's like a little piece of heaven on earth."

River looked up at me, his eyes shining with well-played gratitude. "Oh, my lord, you're too kind for a simple peasant like me!"

I smiled, my heart filled with affection for this little playful omega. "I’ll take you to my castle, and you'll be my prince, because with a sweet hole like yours, it's a sure thing I will be glued to you forever, and I just have to marry you—I won't let this opportunity slip away!"

River responded with a bright grin.

"But what if the werewolf finds me by my scent, climbs the walls of the castle, and while you sleep, possesses me even then?"

"Then I guess you'll have to take his cock and let him stuff you, but no worries, I already know how perfect your hole is, and won't give up on it, even if he comes every night. I will still want this tight beauty to be mine after the werewolf is gone…"

Later that same day, I took on the role of a werewolf who wasn’t about to give up on River’s delightful hole and wanted his share of it. However, this time, a new element emerged.

My sense of smell was slowly unblocking! As I fucked my perfect redhead, the wonderful sensation began—a sweet,tantalizing scent subtly filled the room, bringing even more of the werewolf's spirit into me.

"I’m starting to catch your scent, River. I mean… wrrrrr, poor peasant, wrrrr! Awooo!"

River tried to protest (weakly), but the werewolf drilled him relentlessly.

So now the play was: hunting River down in his new home—a fancy castle (around the bed)—and after catching him, I could freely sniff and grunt over his perfect skin, mumbling under my breath that I would always pick up his captivating fragrance, no matter how far away he escaped, and there was no hiding from me.

Despite the pretty peasant's feeble protests, the werewolf plowed the tight passage for one hour straight, making the peasant cum four times, which could be considered a pretty good result.

After that, River fell asleep soundly, fully satiated, with a soft smile visible on his lips.

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The next day, around 10 am, I was trailing soft kisses along River's shoulder, being fully immersed in my role as the castle lord. The earl was whispering obscene compliments into the peasant's ear about how pretty his hole was, even if he had to share it with the werewolf, and how he craved to fill it right now—when we both heard a muffled, unexpected sound. Something that definitely didn’t belong in this house.

"Oh, some monsters are howling in the dungeons, my lord. They’re lusting over my ho—"

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