Little Red: A Lesbian Fairy Tale: Part Four

Mrs. Riding kept to her corner like the old woman she was. The Wolf had seen to that the moment Little Red walked through the door. Now they lay spent across the bed, both of them glistening, both breathing slow. Mrs. Riding stepped closer. She let her eyes travel over Red’s bare breasts, heavy and warm against her ribs, the nipples still tight. The girl’s legs were parted just enough to show what Wolf had done to her. Mrs. Riding reached out. Her fingers slid through the mess between Red’s thighs, gathering it, spreading it. Red stirred. Mrs. Riding pressed two fingers inside, slow and deep, feeling how open she was, how ready. She curled them once, twice, and watched Red’s mouth part on a soft sound. Wolf watched from the pillow, dark eyes half-lidded. Mrs. Riding did not stop. She leaned in, breathing against Red’s neck, and kept working her fingers until the girl’s hips lifted to meet every stroke.