Thread: Red and the Wolf (Nekrosilisk and FuzzyWuzzie)

She smiled sheepishly when he called her beautiful, feeling a bit of pride to be viewed by him as such, she carefully staggered to her feet with his aid, wrapping her arm around his neck, leaning against his shoulders on her wounded side, they began to walk with her limping away with winces of pain and tensing muscles each time she put weight on that leg. Why thank you.. She purred happily to him, Lyra could tell she'd interested him, he didn't push her away or even comment negatively at her actions, he simply took the kiss in stride.. Those lips were so soft, she wanted to kiss and lick them until he begged her to stop.. To tease and play with the little blonde until he came everywhere.. She listened to him talk about being an outcast, I can't help but be attracted to you, little one.. She whispered, I'm not much different, my pack has left in fear of the growing village.. Now I live alone.. She told him, impressed his little form could take on her weight so well.. But you.. You can come visit me anytime.. That way, I'll get to know much.. much more.. She said sweetly, after guiding the way for a little while they came to a tall bolder, at the edge of it was the mouth of a cave, when you walked inside there were long, hand-made lines of rocks, she'd drawn a hole through them and hung them by strings of fabric she'd ripped clothing for, creating some sort of barrier to the deeper insides of her home, upon pushing them aside she would be greeted by quite the cozy look, as they walked deeper and deeper, a single lantern lay in the middle of the room, barely alive and flickering for her return, it's soft dim light showing chests and weapons lying on the walls, flask and bottles of things set neating in one corner, a pile of ripped and torn clothing and other nic-nacs, she painfully bend down to pick up the lantern, coaxing him to walk further, the cave seemed to turn a bit, opening to another little space, there was a soft bed of yarn, clothing and furs, making a soft, comfortable looking bed. Beside it was more flasks of unknown liquid, just before this little turn off was a pit, it had large pieces of wood and kindle, she leaned down slightly, lighting the fire pit inside the cave with the lantern, blowing it out as the kindle and wood lit, making a warmer, brighter surrounding. She finally reached her bed and sat at it's edge, slowly pulling her boots from her feet, she pushed her back against the bed, lefting her hips as she slid those dark pants down her round hips, past her pantie clad pussy and soft thighs, off her wound as well, it was bloody, three stab wounds from the spikes of the bare trap, they were quite deep.. But the bare trap hadn't completely torn through her leg. All and all, she was pretty lucky, her soft mound against those tight, sweet panties of hers, her lower half so close to being naked now. She stared up to little red, Sweetie, would you go into that chest and fetch some bandages? They're simply ripped, clean pieces of cloth.. It was once clothing, she'd washed it and ripped it up for things just as this..Grabbing a flask beside her bed she uncorked it, it was a strong moonshine she'd stolen off a traveller who dared to try and take advantage of her in the forest - Needless to say, he wasn't very successful. She poured its contence over her wounds, letting out a groan and whimper in endurance of the stinging pain. As he was looking for the bandages, she piped up again, Dear, will you dress it for me? I'm sure your touch is much more gentle than mind.. Such sweet, petite hands.. She admired him further..