Page 11 of Ravaging Red
Heat rushed through my body, shaming me. My thighs squeezed together, as if I could stop the pulse at my core that surely gave me away. My breath caught, and for a moment I felt everything spin out from beneath me. The truth was, Iwaswet, and any remnants of control were waning. My nipples ached. My skin buzzed. My body didn’t fear him. It wanted him.
That was the worst part. That was the part that made me feel unclean. And I hated how my body didn’t know the difference between danger and desire.
“You’ll say no, now,” he continued, walking toward me with lazy, arrogant steps, claws flexing, that knot heavy cock swaying between his thighs, “but the little cunt between your thighs is already soaked through, isn’t it?”
My knees threatened to buckle as his foul words made me react, and I clenched my teeth as I fought this pull.
I’ve been here before. Not in the woods, not in the flesh, but in my dreams. For nearly a year, my nights hadn’t belonged to me. They belonged to the monster that lived in the dark corners of my subconscious. A threatening voice in the dark. The crunch of leaves. The rasp of hot breath along the back of my neck. I’d wake soaked in sweat, my heart pounding, my fingers tangled in the sheets, sometimes between my own legs, and I came to, ashamed. I chucked it off to the books I was reading, but I grewmore and more confused, and my desperation was growing.
Night terrors, the doctor had called them. But no pill dulled them. No prayer chased them away, and they became more and more intense.
I never saw his face in the dreams. Just felt his presence, heavy and sharp, pressing down on me until I couldn’t breathe.Until I couldn’t think. Ifelthis touch like a shadow dragging its claws across my soul and telling me I belonged to it.
And now, here he was, and he was more frightening than a night terror. He watched me with eyes that didn’t blink, with a body made to ruin. His cock hung low and thick between his legs, swollen and heavy, the tip creaming with precum. My mouth watered as he towered over me. There was nothing soft about him. Nothing forgiving. He was a weapon crafted for destruction, and my body, this traitorous pussy, was begging to be shattered by him.
He stepped forward, slow and purposeful, his lips pulled back just enough to show fang. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.
His voice dropped into a darker register. “I want to taste your fear while I fuck you, Red. I want to hear you scream my name and then beg me to ruin you again. I want you on your knees, choking on my cock until you forget how to say no.”
“How do you know my name?” I looked up into those eyes, outlined in a red glowing hue.
“I know everything about you, Red. I’ve seen every inch of you, memorized your scent. There is no escape from this, my mate.”
The dreams. The terrors. This was them, every twisted piece of them made flesh.
My body took over, the instinct to survive rising. I turned and bolted, every muscle screaming, my lungs raw from the air I dragged in through clenched teeth. My boots pounded the earth, the ground slicked beneath me from the rotting leaves and damp moss. My cloak whipped around me, catching on branches, slowing me down, but I didn’t care as I undid the belt, leaving the cloak behind. I tore through the woods, my heart exploding in my chest. I could hear him behind me. His low,ragged breathing, the sound of claws dragging through bark, the occasional snap of wood beneath his weight.
He was close.
Too close.
His chuckle suddenly filled the air, and I shuddered. It was low and maddening. He was literally enjoying every moment of his pursuit.
“Run, little Red,” he snarled, his voice pressing against my ears, close enough I felt the breath of it across the nape of my neck. “Run like youwantme to catch you. Run, pretending your pussy’s not already pulsing from the chase.”
My legs burned. My chest ached. My lungs screamed for air. I pushed myself harder, fueled not just by fear, but by something I didn’t want to name. The terror was real, yes, but it was tangled with arousal. It was sick, wrong, andraw.
“Run faster, little Red, make me chase that tight little hole. And when I catch you, because you know I will, I’ll have it stretched and sobbing around me.”
I screamed. Not from the pain, but from the terrifying thrill of it all.
Claws scraped over tree bark as he chased me. He was so close, I could hear his breath huffing through that fanged grin. My dress snagged, tore, exposed my leg, and then my shoulder. One claw slashed through the fabric, and something hot grazed my thigh. I hissed from the sharp sting of it, and glancing down, I realized he had hurt me. A claw slash, not deep enough to scar, just enough to remind me thatIlet this happen.Icame into these woods.Istepped across that border.Ifed the hunger.
I bolted through a clearing as branches whipped at my arms and dress, tearing through the woods. I ignored the sting of pain, knowing he could track my blood, my heart hammering so hard it drowned out everything except the pounding of his footsteps behind me.
“You smell like submission," he growled, his voice filthy and delighted. “You smell likemine.”
The fog grew thicker, curling around me while licking across my arms, my waist. I could barely see, barely breathe. Suddenly, I felt the air shift. The sharp, cold wind engulfed me as the ground hardened beneath my feet.
I saw the shimmer and skidded to a stop. I could hear his powerful footsteps behind me as I pressed a hand to that shimmer. On the other side, I could see an array of pink and purple colors forming in the sky as the sunset crossed the horizon. The shimmer surged from my touch, and taking one last look back, I stepped through the barrier. A barrier that seemed to keep his world from mine. I suddenly realized how so many girls, so many humans, had gotten lost and disappeared in these woods.
Something brushed the back of my calf, scraping at my flesh. I screamed as I pulled back. Claws curled around my skin like he meant to pull me back, tokeepme. His voice tore through the fog, rough and ragged. The broken rasp of a monster on his knees.
“Don’t go,” he snarled. “Little Red, don’t you leave me.”
There was panic in his voice. Pain. Like he wasn’t just losing his prey… but losingeverything. And gods, it hit me low and deep. Guilt tore me apart, making my steps falter. My body screamed to stop. To turn around. To give in. But I stumbled forward, my breath catching as I fell onto a long stretch of cracked road, the familiar moonlight pale and cold. The world suddenly felt real again. The pressure in the air quickly vanished and his presence slipped away like the whisper of a ghost. I suddenly hated how empty the world felt without him.
The fog lifted and the Hollow Woods were now behind me. The dark endless road stretched ahead, empty and gray beneath a bright orange sunset.
