“Oh no! Please don’t harm me, Miss Wolf.”

Sheva’s faux cry of fear falls sweet on your ears, the grin that spreads on your face afterwards damn near wolfish.. as ironic as that is.

Heat crawls up her neck and chest, warming, flushed skin peeking through the wear and tear of the Little Red Riding Hood outfit she’s currently sporting. Softened fabric wore down by your relentless pawing and clawing, rabid in your attempts to pin her. Failing, lots.

But this time? It finally worked.

“I just came for my granny, y’see? i didn’t knoowwww…” The whine that drags from her throat is exhilarating, further fueling the illusion of your role in this. Your heart thunders in your chest, the tail hanging from your spine practically wagging in time with the rapid beats.

It excites her more than you’ll ever know.