Once upon a time, in a faraway land, lived a fair maiden. She lived in a cabin by the stream through the woods with her Grandmother. To help around the cabin, she would take weekly shopping trips into town, and sell her grandmothers knitted goods. She had dark hair and eyes, and was taller than all the women, and most of the men in town, which made her a bit of an outcast. She was also fond of her red riding cape, so most the towns’ people just called her Lil’ Red.

Over the last few weeks, she had a sense she was being followed to and from town on her weekly trips, but every time she’d look, she could never find anything or anyone. Even when she’d enter the woods in a different location, or take a longer path, she felt she was being watched. Last week, while in town, she heard murmurs from the town drunks, of a wolf man prowling the woods. They said he was tall, broad shouldered and had course hair all over his body, with a massive snout. One even went on to describe the sheep carcass found tore apart.

All this had lil’ Red thinking as she started on her homeward journey. Distracted by her thoughts, she got lost in the woods. A low growl from some bushes off the path brought her out of her thoughts as she froze where she stood. She looked around for the source of the sound, but couldn’t see anything. The more she looked around the more she realized she had no clue where she was, and that it was starting to become dark.

She shrieked and dropped her basket as a bush rustled, and something darted out of them. After realizing it was only a squirrel, she composed herself and bent over to pick up her basket. She bit her lip as she stood, realizing there was a dampness growing in her panties. As she composed herself, she heard the stream babbling nearby. She knew if she could get to it, she could follow it to her house.

Lil’ Red started working her way towards the stream, thorns grabbed at her clothes, and scratched across her bare thighs and calves. Finally, she made it to a clearing near the stream, but was shocked to find a recent campsite there. Against her better judgement, she started to look around, thinking it might be where the wolf man was. She set her basket down on a stump, and got on her hands and knees to look in the tent. As she did this, her skirt rose up exposing her damp panties.

As Lil’ Red crawled into the makeshift tent, she heard a rustling again, this time accompanied by a gruff, gravelly voice “What are you doing in my tent?” Again, she froze, but strong hands grabbed her by the hips, and forcefully pulled her out and lifted her off the ground, fear the only expression in her eyes. One arm wrapped around her waist, holding her, as the other clamped over her mouth stopping her from screaming out for help. She could feel his hair, on his arms, and face rubbing against her, his nails digging into her cheek and belly.

As the mystery person held her, he inhaled deeply, drawing her scent into his nostrils, and let out a low guttural growl in her ear. Involuntarily, she let out a whimper as she pressed her ass back tighter into him, the dampness between her legs growing more.