Ashley laughs at a friend’s joke, putting her drink on a table. The costume party is in full swing, and she got the costume she never thought -she- would ever wear: Little Red Riding Hood. She can’t help but tug self-consciously at the ruffly, small, red skirt and adjust the crimson cape that fell to her ankles. The hood framed her brown ringlets nicely, and pale skin/red lips finished off with black Mary Jane heels did it. Her friend is wearing a silly mummy costume, and his jeans and shirt are obvious as his bandages are slowly unravel with his gestures. She smiles, but her eyes keep wandering the room…A dark figure keeps catching her eye. It was someone all in black, with a black cloak and short black hair. His face was covered in an animal mask- looked like a black wolf. It only seems to cover most of his face: his mouth was exposed. She tried to listen to her friend, but try as she might… He (she was guessing by height and build) wouldn’t keep still. One minute by the stereo, the next in a doorway, then by the stairs.
Excusing herself, she made her way to the upstairs. Well, he was just there. Odd. She decided to try upstairs, and took her time making her way to the next floor. “Hello?” she called out, turning her head left and right, making her hood fall back. No answer, so she continued onto the first door. Opening it revealed a nice bathroom, and a couple that seemed very “busy”. She let out an “eep!” as they jerked at being caught, and hurriedly closed the door yelling “Sorry!” Shaking herself from that experience, she moved to the next door. It opened to a bedroom, and she walked inside when she noticed black material on the bed. She moved over to lift the black cloak, and suddenly the door shut her in darkness. She jumped and let out a small, scared noise. “Hello?” A husky voice answered in her right ear, “Well, hello.” Ashley shrieked as large hands grabbed her waist and chest, knocking the cloak off her right shoulder and baring her pale skin. “Oh my god, who is this?” He laughed darkly, ending it in a growl against her shoulder. “I’m the big,” he pushed his hips against her ruffled bottom, “bad,” licks her ear, “wolf.” She whimpers softly, her hands that tried to pull his grip from her fall to her sides as he groped her soft chest through her costume.
“Who…?” she asked again, panting out, but the hand at her hip put a finger to her lips. “Shhhh….” he laughs wickedly, and tosses her to the bed. She gasps, lying on her side tangled in her cloak. The look on her face: afraid but very eager, causes him to growl again lustfully. He crawls atop her, making her lie back to look up at him. Slowly, he pulls at the cloak’s ties. With little encouragement, it falls from her. She reaches out and draws her fingers down his jawline, the tips trace his lips. He nips them lightly, and she lets her ruby lips spread into a smile. Quick as can be, she tips his mask up and off him. “Matt?” she blinks in surprise. He grins sheepishly, “Yeah, it’s me.” She reaches up to touch his face, laughing softly, “I should have known it was you. Silly wolf.” He growls down at her before capturing her mouth with his in a passionate kiss. She eagerly returns it, fingers tangling in his short, spiky black hair. Matt breaks the kiss to nuzzle her neck, down, down…. Ashley giggles as he nuzzles her chest, nipping lightly at her nipples though the material. “My, what sharp teeth you have,” she murmurs. Matt lifted her skirt, looking at her with a grin. “All the better,” he laughed. He looked down and found that she wasn’t wearing panties. “All the better,” he murmured to himself and buried his face into her groin. Ashley gasped and gripped his hair, whimpering as the pleasure he gave her with every lick, every thrust of his fingers inside her tight, wet snatch. “Oh god, oh Matt…” she moaned, her back arching as the pleasure grew. With a few more licks, she let out a cry as she came. Matt licked his lips as he knelt up over her. Her hair tousled, her cheeks pink, Ashley shook under him.
He grinned, his plan having gone so well. He leaned down to ravage her mouth with his lusty kisses. She bucked under him, one of her hands yank his head back with the other grabbed his ass. He growls louder at her and stares down at her while he grabs a fistful of her costume at the chest and yanks: ripping the material away. She gasps, eyes wide as their foreplay turned almost animalistic. Ashley bit her lip and spread her legs wider, inviting. The blush that covered her cheeks now spread to her unbound breasts. He dips his head down, and slowly runs his tongue over each nipple, making her tremble harder and her breath into pants. “Matt, Matt please!” she cried out. Matt laughs delightedly, until she deftly works the button and zipper to his pants open. She snakes her hand in and grasps his semi-erect cock, causing him to suck in his breath. She makes sure he’s looking at her when she says, “I want this.”She punctuated with a squeeze that made him groan. “I want you!” He knocked her back and continued those hungry kisses from before, but he worked his pants and underwear down before he.. “Oh god!” she cried out, before he ate her screams as he pushed inside her wet folds. Nails painted a dark red dug into his tanned bottom, breaking his kiss and making him moan and pump faster. “Oh fuck, Ashley,” he panted, “so tight…” She nodded and whimpered as she felt him fuck her closer and closer to cumming. “Oh god, oh oh… I’m close..” She whispered to him. He growled louder and leaned into her neck. Her head tilted back, she screamed as he bit her neck and started to pound into her harder. It caused her to tighten up, and he groaned out, “Almost…” Her legs wrap around his waist and squeezed, “Do it.” He hits in her deep, and she cums, crying out his name. “MATT!” He moans his release into her breasts and they go still for a bit, their bodies trembling from pleasure and their labored breath. He looked up at her, his hair tousled and spiky still and she giggled at him. He smiled lazily at her, “Happy Halloween, love.” She pokes his nose, “Mmmm Happy Samhain.”