January 2025 – Audio Version

Red knocked.

It wasn’t what she wanted to do. Her instinct begged her to burst inside, seize him by the scruff, and demand satisfaction. But one did not simply enter a wolf’s den unannounced. So, she knocked. The sound was dull—timid, even—not betraying the fire simmering beneath her skin. A heartbeat later, the door swung wide, revealing him.

Golden eyes gleamed from the shadow of the interior like molten coins. The great oak door groaned as he pulled it open, his gaze wary, the air between them heavy with unspoken tension.

Diplomacy be damned.

Red lunged. Her body met his with the terror of a winter storm, and she wrapped herself around him, her kiss fierce, urgent—claiming. She tasted lust, fire, and wildness, her mouth assertive as though her passionate actions alone could devour the empty, aching spaces between them.

Wolf was stiff and guarded at first, his natural instinct one of restraint. But her possessive fervor melted his caution as Red deepened the kiss—her grip tightening in his pelt, her tongue an imposing symphony in his mouth.

Twice, he moved as if to temper her hunger—his hands lifting in a half-surrender, perhaps to speak, to inquire about her day. She silenced him with the press of her lips, sealing his words, his breath, his very will within her mouth.

She did not want his words. She was tired of words—
Words that looped in circles,
Words that punished the shrubbery,
Words that dissolved before they could reach the shadowed depths of her ravenous desire.

She wanted him.
To be taken.
To be claimed.
To feel the world dissolve in a cascade of dazzling sparks as her body fractured into stars

The second time the Wolf tried to pull away, Red’s voice cut through his half-formed words.

“Don’t talk.”

It came harder, more impatient than she had meant, but groceries, supplies, and questions about her day could wait. Her need—raw and insistent—would not be delayed. One hand tangled in his light-gray pelt as she pulled him deeper into her world.

Walking backward, her hazel eyes never leaving his, she drew him toward his own bedroom, pining lips still hungry, covetous fingers persistent as they tugged and teased at his tunic.

At last, understanding her designs—or surrendering to them—Wolf growled low and wicked. He scooped her into his strong arms in one swift motion, her thighs clamping tightly around his hips, her arms wrapping around his neck as she let out a startled squeal of delight. The sound, bright as a bell, rang through the air before dissolving into the flurry of her breathless laughter.

For a moment, there was only euphoria—the heartfelt, giddy kind that washed the world away until even its shimmer vanished from the edges of her periphery.

He carried her to the bed, where, it seemed, some part of him had anticipated the wanton pull between them. The covers had already been turned down, though there was one oversight—the absence of the waterproof blanket—which would be a matter of mutual regret later.

With a gentleness that surprised her, he laid her onto the soft expanse of linen. His hands lingered at her waist before he straightened, golden eyes dark as amber flame as they licked over her prone form.

A small, triumphant part of Red thrilled at the slow ritual of undressing. Winter had finally made her stately entrance, cloaking the world in frost and shadows, and she had dressed accordingly—layer upon layer of fabric creating delicious barriers between her skin and Wolf’s touch. Each piece was a tantalizing secret, a temptation to be unraveled by his hands.

• First, the crimson coat, its polished ebony buttons, lay in military rows against the curve of her waist.
• Next, the winter scarf, soft and storm-gray—a perfect match for the silver sheen of his pelt.
• The corduroy dress, with its full leather-paneled skirt, whispered of restraint and rebellion.
• Fleece-lined hose that clung like a second skin.
• And, finally, the delightfully perky bootie heels that had crunched across frosty paths to bring her to this den of danger.

She’d chosen each piece with care, reveling in the sense of Victorian elegance, as if the trappings of civility might somehow tame the unbridled hunger coursing and boiling just beneath her surface.

From her prone position, Red began unfastening the ebony buttons of her coat, fingers deft even as she lifted one dainty foot into the air—an impish smile curling her lips. One brow arched high as she ordered him with playful authority, “Untie the laces.”

The Wolf, of course, was far too clever to be ensnared by her commands. Cradling her heel in one hand, he slipped the offending shoe free in a single smooth motion. The suddenness of it sent a gail of laughter tumbling from Red’s mouth, her surprise melting into delighted giggles.

“You didn’t think I could do that, did you?” His voice, a playful, smoldering growl.

Her eyes, wide with amused wonder, met his. She shook her head and, with a grin full of mischievous invitation, offered her other foot. He obliged—his grip sure, his touch just rough enough to make her shiver. As the second shoe dropped to the floor, her fingers worked furiously to unravel the winter scarf, casting it aside as her breath quickened.

Soon, Red found herself standing, bare toes brushing cold wooden boards, as the Wolf’s trembling fingers fought the long zipper at her back. The whispering slide of fabric filled the air, her dress falling to a soft heap as his knuckles brushed the curve of her spine. When she finally faced him, her eyes burned with ravenous fire—a fierce, everlasting yearning.

The world stilled for the barest of moments as they stood before each other in their purest vulnerability before they fell upon their mate. His weight drove her backward, her shoulders meeting the mattress with a soft thud as he claimed her—body and mind.

Red’s manicured aubergine nails raked across his skin, leaving crimson streaks of feral devotion as he roared his dominance into her. His hips surged, a blinding blur of raw force. Each thrust ripped through her like a maelstrom—tearing apart the tangled knots of pain, frustration, irritation, and stress she had carried for far too long.

Pinned beneath him, she thrashed in surrender, her body bending to the rhythm of lupine possession. The burden of herself, of everything, lifted at last—shattered by the frantic dance of ruin and rebirth.

Rising onto his knees, Wolf’s claws dug into the soft flesh of her hips, pulling her closer as his thrusts grew deeper—fueled by the frantic inordinate gluttony of moon-madness. With an irrepressible urgency, he drove into her again and again until Red’s body ruptured, unleashing a flood of liquid nectar that drenched his thighs. The sheets beneath them were soaked in the rush of her release, the forming lake a testament to Wolf’s savage mastery over her body.

“Don’t apologize,” he snarled, his voice thick with dark intent, as her nails sank desperately into the flesh of his muscular thighs, urging him to stop, clinging to the current of his lifeblood. But her Inner Goddess demanded more, urged him deeper, as the floodgates of her passion continued to burst open, feeding the heedless rhythm between them.

The Wolf turned predatory, his movements becoming a menacing force of nature. His claws dug into either side of her curvaceous waist. His hips slammed into hers with a renewed, merciless intensity—each thrust sending waves of hot nectar splashing across her breasts, droplets raining down on her contorted face, her body trembling beneath the strength of his assault.

Red was helpless against the onslaught, the torrent of nectar unleashed, yet it was precisely what her soul had cried out for in the darkest chambers of her heart—seeking Wolf’s claim. The bed was destroyed, the lavender sheets soaked beyond redemption. Still, she welcomed it, surrendering to the unforgiving power as her throat cried out in pure freedom.

But this was no simple taking. Red was insatiable, and Wolf was relentless. With each new position, he took her anew—driving her, testing her, pushing her limits as though he might break her, and yet never quite shattering her. Red met him with her own savagery, matching the madness in his eyes, never a passive participant but an equal in this consuming battle of wills.

Her body trembled and convulsed around him, tight and frenzied, her screams a desperate plea—a defiant challenge to him. Push her further. Ravage her in ways she had yet to experience, ways she craved with an unspoken impetuousness. Her sanctuary clenched tight around his swollen monolith, a cocoon of greed as his surging glory drove into her.

She was tempestuous. Chaotic. Feeling everything and nothing at once—each movement an eruption of fiery, carnal sensations.

They tore at each other, bodies slick with sweat, as the room became an inferno, their heat transforming the chilled air into a thick, suffocating sauna. Their skin glistened in the agony of effort, the air vibrating with their cries, their feral abandon.

Above them, the stars themselves seemed to flush at the violence of their union as they crashed together—unrestrained, bloodthirsty, and heedless to the chaos they wrought.

At last, weak yet somehow invigorated, and their stomachs protesting the lack of sustenance, Red and her Wolf lay together, gasping for air in the afterglow. Their bodies, slick with exertion, trembled and hummed with a palpable magic. Goosebumps rose along Red’s skin, the cool air teasing her heated flesh. The room, once filled with the frantic crescendo of their union, now held only the soft echoes of giggles and quiet conversation.

Red crept into the outstretched arms of Wolf, her head resting upon the broad expanse of his chest, her body seeking refuge in the warmth and strength of his embrace. He kissed her forehead, and she nestled deeper into him, a sense of belonging sweeping through her like a quiet tide. Her legs angled to curl against his, an unspoken promise lingering in the air.

“Hi,” she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath.

This—this was what she had burned for. And her gallant Wolf, ever faithful, had been there for her without hesitation, without compromise, without a shred of doubt. He had not only met her needs but matched them, challenging her, urging her on until her Inner Goddess soared, unburdened, amidst the stars, where she was meant to be.

Dinner and lazy cuddles on the couch had soothed the mischief that danced in her bones. But hours later, Red found herself nestled in Wolf’s bed, the fresh sheets whispering like silk against her naked skin. She lay beside him, her body molding to the curve of his belly, and in a moment of playful defiance, wiggled her derrière just enough to alert his will and stir the paw cupping the soft mound of her breast. Despite the peace in her body, a fire still smoldered within her, and she made sure he knew—her lecherous Inner Goddess had yet to be fully satisfied.

Ever ready, his appetite unyielding, Wolf uncurled from her lithe form, prowling up the length of her body with wicked intent flashing in his golden eyes. Though she had brought it on herself, Red had no intention of giving in to his wild urges just yet—no, not now. Caprice danced behind her gaze as she silently vowed to make him wait for his satisfaction, her lips curling into a sly smile.

With nimble fingers, she reached for the headboard, brushing over the small silver bullet she had tucked away there. Her finger traced the spongy button, teasing it into the first setting, the vibrations barely filling the air as she slowly placed it against her hooded treasure. Above her, Wolf waited on his hands and knees, his body towering over hers. He dragged his glistening, hardened length over her thigh, the movement slow and deliberate, a growl vibrating in his chest. His tip glistened in readiness. His amusement pierced through her, the challenge clear—he was playing her game now, but for how long?

The Wolf began to lick and nip at Red’s exposed skin, each movement calculated, sending electric shivers down her spine. He pinched her nipple between his lips, his teeth grazing lightly, while his nails trailed down her arm, drawing goosebumps in their wake. Red’s body shuddered, her eyes rolling back as her chin tilted toward the stars, lost in the sensual sensation. The toy buzzed louder as she increased its setting, though her escalating moans muffled it.

As the Wolf lapped and circled one perking nipple, his hips undulated against her thigh, reminding her with every breath of the girthy asset waiting on the fulmination of her pleasure. It was a dance—a battle of wills—but Red knew who would come out on top.

Soon, Red was lost in a sea of mounting euphoria, swept away by an all-consuming craving, teetering on the edge of drowning beneath the waves of intensity—but she fought to keep her head above water. Nevertheless, her senses drowned in the tempest of Wolf’s touch—his hands, possessive and sure, mapping every curve with merciless intent; his lips, a blend of torment and temptation, grazing her skin with maddening deliberation. Her fingers tangled in the soft, untamed fur of his back, gripping, anchoring her to the reality of his presence. The envious crown at the moist curtains of her sanctuary that pressed with uncompromising probing, demanding entry to the sanctuary she dared to deny him. And then—wait—what was that unfolding at her neck? A molten breath, a whisper of teeth, the shiver of danger tracing her pulse as shadows of pleasure and peril entwined.

Wolf’s full mouth encased her throat, his rough tongue flicking over her skin, sending jolts of fire through her. His teeth bit down, the sharpness of the sensation mingling with a dark, possessive hunger. A deep, guttural growl rumbled from deep within him, reverberating through her body, making every nerve sing with primal awareness. Red gasped, a sound woven from both pain and rapture, but still, the crushing assault of his jaws never ceased. His grip contracted a silent command that drew more from her than she could comprehend. Her body, enslaved within his inescapable hold, trembled with an unspoken fear. She could feel her pulse pounding, blood rushing through her veins as she fought to slow her breathing, striving to stay grounded amid the chaos. Unaware of it all, the little device between her thighs pressed on, tireless in its mission, driving her bliss to ever higher, tumultuous swells.

Somehow, the final setting of the toy buzzed, its vibrations intensifying, and she longed to let go, to finally release into the storm of sensation that was crescendoing, folding into each crest. But absorbed by the jaws on her throat, her body—her stubborn, stubborn body—refused to give in completely, each wave of pleasure building and then pulling back, teasing her with the promise of release that never quite came.

Wolf, too, sensed the tautness in the air. His grip on her throat tightened, and he pressed the full weight of his body onto the half of hers beneath him. His obdurate granite was a silent threat—if she did not come, he would take matters into his own hands. His control over her was absolute, an ironclad mandate that left no room for resistance. The floodgates would open for him, and when they did, it would be a glorious disaster. She would drown, mind and body, in the overwhelming tide of her rapture. It was the final key to unraveling her last restraints.

Red’s body writhed beneath his hold, the intensity swelling higher and higher until the final breaking point came. With a scream, her body succumbed—muscles taut, nerves sparking—her body collapsing into the mattress, surrendering to the torrent she had been fighting for so long.

Wolf did not immediately release her, his maw maintaining a possessive hold that kept her firmly within his grasp. The pulse of her life force between his teeth stirred something unholy within him. Even as the last tremor coursed through her, his jaws remained clenched—a silent, immutable claim of supremacy and something far darker—an unspoken bond between predator and prey, eternal and inescapable.

Wolf, patient only when patience was a means to an end, held back no longer. With a swift, deliberate shift, he pushed his way between her trembling thighs, dragging her limp form closer, his inhuman thrust breaching her holy sanctuary. Red cried out—a sound ignited by both pain and exultation—as the final barrier gave way, her body consumed in a blaze of tormenting heat, each ember of her Inner Goddess kindled into a firestorm of surrender, leaving her scorched and thoroughly claimed.

Reawakened and galvanized by the sheer force of his claim, Red wrapped her arms tightly around him, clinging as she rode out the unstinting onslaught. Over and over, his thick crown wreaked havoc on her already acute inner jewel, and she could feel the last of her floodgates trickle down her thighs, and she forsook any hope of sleeping in a dry bed.

Still, Wolf’s breath rushed hot and heavy against the crimson of her neck, his muscles tensing beneath her nails as they dug into the strength of his shoulders. Fireworks burst within her in exhilarating colors. His attack was so vicious and monstrous that she felt as though her soul might be torn apart. But even in that destruction, she could not feel him deep enough, not belligerent enough. With a desperate tap on his bicep, she made herself understood, and soon, her petite ankles rested on his broad shoulders.

With a primal strength rising from within him, like an alpha king taking control, he drove into her again, lifting her hips and lower back off the bed with the raw strength of his movements. Shriek after shriek ripped from her tender throat as the ache in her body was slowly, relentlessly satisfied by his brutal thrusts. Each unsparing penetration, each debilitating stroke brought her closer to the fulfillment she craved. Her yearning deepened, growing with every second until it found its release in the steady, atrocious rhythm of his infernal intensity.

With the stamina and agility inherent to his species, Wolf hastily positioned Red at the edge of the mattress, arranging her in a way that tested both their endurance. Her palms pressed flat on the Berber rug far below while her knees rested upon the bed, her hips elevated high. It demanded a delicate balance of strength and will from Red, but she was recalcitrant and resolute, fueled by a silent provocation to outlast him. Strong, youthful, and burning with a competitive spirit, she was determined to outlast any wolf, Olympian, or Fey that used her.

Kneeling between her angled legs, Wolf gripped her hips tightly, steady and unyielding. His assault resumed, dogged and blistering, as he glanced upward intermittently, catching the reflection in the mirror to watch the chaotic dance of her dangling ample breasts with each fierce thrust. Red’s face contorted with pleasure and pain, her muscles taut with strain as she fought to maintain the callous position. She could feel the sweetness of her own release trickling down her thighs, the sheets forgotten in the frenzy. Her body swayed with each subjugating push, her flesh trembling under his dominance. 

Wolf drank in the experience, the sight of her straining and exploding body, never wanting it to end. Her buttocks quivered with such a satisfying wobbling as he slammed into her. By god, it was enough to push him to the brink of his eruption. Yet Wolf was a grizzled expert, and he kept his resolute composure. His need would burn on—he was far from finished with her, and the night was still young.

As Wolf re-positioned them yet again, Red’s body on all fours bowed to his will. Her throat arched back, neck exposed, as he yanked her hair into a vicious ponytail, using it as reins to guide her movements. His dominant grip sent waves of exquisite torment rushing through her. Her screams were a strange mixture of surrender and defiance. Eyes watering, she clung to her humanity even as the beast within him demanded more. She was his equal, mirroring his vigor, matching his intensity, and challenging him with a fierceness that echoed his own.

Wolf could not find his release with Red repositioned on all-fours on his bed.

He would find it as Red rode him, her body rising and falling with the unrestrained fury of an untameable goddess. She moved with dominion and grace that both corrupted and claimed him in equal measure. Her elegant back arched, sapphire curls damp against her shoulders, hazel eyes glazed with ecstasy. Her nails sank into the muscle of his thighs, her breath a sharp gasp as she drove him to the very precipice, her body a searing furnace that made him tremble in the most secret chambers of his heart. With a final, tormented convulsion, he relinquished his very soul to her.

One might presume that Red had learned her lesson, for the night at least. She should’ve known better than to tease a wolf with her salacious wiggles. Exhausted, her body a rhapsody of aching pleasure, she rested in the aftermath, nestled in the soft, silken sheets. Her sanctuary was swollen and pink between her thighs. The scent of flowers lingered on her skin like a lingering embrace from their shared shower, while the atmosphere of the den held the tender remnants of their passion, clinging to the air with a quiet, intoxicating intimacy.

An hour passed, the soft glow of the show flickering on the screen, suspended above on the nearby dresser, its light casting faint shadows across the room. Yet, feeling the relaxed lupine form curled behind her, Red couldn’t help but occasionally shift her hips, her movements teasing and coaxing his smoldering urge, delighting in the subtle tension she created. After two intense unions, Red foolishly thought herself safe from his boundless stamina.

Rising in all her naked glory, she slipped from the bed, crossing the brief space to adjust the stubborn TV device. With deliberate grace, Red seized the opportunity to twist and arch her nude body coquettishly, the soft flickering light highlighting every curve. She allowed the wolf to feast on the view, her form a silent temptation laid bare before him. Her eyes briefly met his, catching the gleam of warning that should have sent a tremor of caution through her, but sleep, warm and heavy, clouded her thoughts, dulling the edge of her awareness.

But even as she returned to the bed, anticipating peace in the warmth of his embrace, Red was naive to think she could escape a wolf’s tenacious appetite. Her movements, so enticing in their feigned innocence, only fanned his slow-burning embers. Wolf would not allow her wanton flaunting to go unpunished. As she nestled in, she missed the heat of his gaze—silent, smoldering, and laden with promises of things to come that she should have known better than to provoke.

Red curled against him, burying the arch of her spine into his chest. With a mischievous shift, she provocatively rubbed her derrière against him one last time, thoughtlessly daring fate. Once more, she should have known better—one does not tempt the wolven and expect to escape unscathed. Yet, lulled by the illusion of safety, she nestled deeper into her plump pillow, her eyelids drooping under the weight of sleep’s enticement, her thoughts as soft and fleeting as cottontails in a meadow.

But Wolf, attuned to the primal thirst coursing through his veins, prowled over her restful form. His lips grazed a scorching path down the curve of her exposed shoulder, each touch igniting sparks within him that threatened to consume him. His breath grew shallow, his pulse a wild, unrelenting drumbeat as the fire in his golden eyes darkened into smoldering obsidian, an abyss of ravenous need. Each exhale raked through his chest, the blood rushing south like lava carving new paths through stone, stoking the flames of his virile obsession until restraint was but a distant memory.

In her innocent haze, Red assumed Wolf was simply playing, her blurred mind failing to grasp the danger creeping up behind her. That was until his crown slid between her legs with the undeniable demand of a charging beast. His hands, firm with intent, gripped her hips, adjusting her to his molten will. His knee parted her legs, forcing her to accept the mounting pressure, and she felt the weight of his fervor as he pressed into her with reckless abandon.

Red’s initial giggle at his presumed playful enthusiasm was abruptly silenced as Wolf flipped her from her side to her stomach, shoulders, and face pressed to the mattress. With one swift motion, his hand slid under her hips, hoisting her rear high as he entered her sanctuary in one rough, aggressive thrust. Her cry of surprise at her repositioning never escaped her throat—only a scream as his inflexible shaft sank deeper into her shockingly moistening sanctum. Her body had been far more attuned to the Wolf’s rhythm than her mind had realized.

Her head buried in the pillows, Red let each scream rise from the depths of her chest, building to its fullest release. Her body, a willing vessel to Wolf’s insatiable will, moved in perfect sync with the relentless rhythm of his thrusts. She surrendered completely, giving herself to the ceaseless barrage of his power, even as she pressed back into his unyielding force, her every movement a silent plea for more.

The Wolf huffed and puffed, yet he would not grant himself the release he craved until he was certain he had claimed victory. Red should have known better than to tempt him. She would know better after tonight. With a sharp smack, he landed a blow on the curve of her right hip, the impact making her porcelain skin bloom a rich scarlet. Still screaming in her bliss, Red responded with a subtle, almost imperceptible wiggle of her hips—an invitation only the sharpest of eyes might notice. However, it was clear she reveled in the heated torment. She thrived on it. Obliging, he returned his tortuous tirade, each thrust intensifying, unyielding in its demands.

Another resounding smack echoed in the room, another hard strike landing on her blushing, gossamer flesh.

Red’s primal scream echoed as the muscles in her back and shoulders strained, her hourglass figure tensing under the Wolf’s grip. Her head sank between the pillows until her sapphire curls were the only part of her visible as they flowed over the pillows, driving the Wolf into a frenzy. At last, the swelling of his predilection became unbearable. Wolf felt the boiling fire within him swell, tightening his entire body as his crown expanded, his glory lengthening and a tidal wave of unstoppable euphoria surging through him. With overwhelming momentum, he burst within her, claiming every inch as his.

He raised his head, a primal howl ripping through the air, his hands gripping her flushed hips with fierce possessiveness. He savored the wrenching exertion, painting his pleasure within her, marking his territory with every wave of his searing ecstasy.

Red’s body, unable to hold herself up any longer, collapsed into a blissful heap. She melted into the sheets, her form surrendering completely, lost in the overwhelming satisfaction that washed over her, her every breath a soft, mewling echo of their shared experience.

Wolf, breathing heavily and barely recovered, collapsed beside her, pulling her limp form into his arms. Tender kisses fluttered against her neck, each one like a love note—gentle, soft, and filled with unspoken affection. He nuzzled her cooling skin, murmuring his victory as they both succumbed to a peaceful slumber, the quiet hum of contentment, at last, filling the room as the winter stars, silent guardians, twinkled above.

Until next time, XO. Elsie