Chapter 3rd

All through the woods the Professor walked ahead, pulling the little foreign girl eagerly by the hand, her blue cape flying behind her as the wind of their rushed pace passed them by. She looked around herself every now and then, scared she might see the wolf, and though she saw nothing of him, it didn't truly make her any less uneasy.

"Where are we now?!" The little foreign girl asked gravely, looking up as they now approached a very small house lost between the trees.

"This? It is just a place that will give us the privacy we need, darling..." The Professor explained, pulling a little more firmly now that the little foreign girl hesitated upon the first step.

Upon lagging in her distrust, The little foreign girl learned the Professor could easily ignore whatever resistance her legs offered and drag her inside with a single pull, as if she was but a kite, and her lovely blue cape her best friend Blanchette gave her nothing but an elaborate tail.

Once inside, the girl began to grow suspicious:

"Is this a cabin in the woods?" She asked, looking around and noticing the house was made of wood.

"Indeed it is, my dear!" Answered the professor, giving her a light tap on the shoulder to move her away from the door.

"And is it beyond those trees out there?" She pondered, glancing out of the shadowed windows.

"Just beyond them, my darling little thing..." The Professor smiled, passing the latch on the door, turning a key on the keyhole and putting it in his waistcoat pocket.

"And is the person who lives here sick?" She gazed upon the pots and potions resting upon the stove.

"I strongly believe they are!" The Professor sung, closing the windows to the outside.

"Professor, you have brought me to Blanchette's Grandma's house!" The girl figured at last.

"I have? My! What a delightful development!!" The Professor sat on the edge of the large spring bed, and quickly wrapped his hands around the Little foreign girl's cape, pulling her to him.

"And where is Blanchette?!" The girl inquired, putting a hand under her chin.

"Where could she be?!" The Professor echoed with little enthusiasm, untying the knot around the little foreign girl's neck and pulling the cape down her shoulders.

"I must go out and look for her!!" The girl energetically concluded, turning around and jumping from the distracted Professor's hands.

The man who all but salivated by now, had to stretch himself and almost fall from the bed to grab the fleeting girl in his eager arms once again:

"Never mind her, dear! Now come and get into bed with me..."

"This is no time to sleep, Professor, sir!!!" The little foreign girl chided, struggling inside his arms and finding them to be far too hard around her "My best friend might be in danger! If she has not yet lost her innocence, then the wolf might..."

"Ah, but I must yet take your innocence before you set out to fight this wolf, yes? Lest he gobbles you up in one bite!"

At the first sign of hesitation, the Professor pulled her unresisting body closer to him and resumed his task of unfastening her cape.

"Must you take it off, Professor?"

"Oh, I mustn't, but I prefer to..." the silken cape slid from the girl's back, exposing a pair of naked shoulders. The man quickly wrapped his hands around her skin, giving in to the hunger that overtook him... yet, like all other sweet things, he decided he'd savor her slowly. He pulled her hair back breathed in her natural, sweet scent...

The little foreign girl, on her turn, didn't know what was happening. She didn't know why she felt so small framed by his body, why the heat his skin pressed upon hers made her feel so numb, nor why a tingling sensation began to build deep within her, all things which are rather scary to feel for the first time.

"He-hey, Professor... That... it..." She began, but failed whenever a renewed warm breath of his reached her ears. He held her by the back of her head, for it fell back in an involuntary sort of surrender "...it tickles..."

The Professor had to hold her closer, for her body seemed to collapse progressively down beneath him. She heard his mouth opening, and felt a shiver run up her spine, as if he was indeed a wolf and was indeed about to eat her:

"It does not tickle, dear..." he murmured into her ear, his lips only lightly brushing against her skin there "If it did, you would be laughing."

"I am not laughing, but... uhm..."

"You only think so because you are too innocent, my little darling..." he pecked her neck at last, and she squirmed as if she had anticipated it – every muscle in her body tensed to its limit and the little foreign girl hardened like a log for a brief second, before going limp again – limper than it was before. "When I am done with you, you will know better, as I do. Here, do you see?"

And the little foreign girl gasped aloud when she felt a warm, wet lick climb up her neck. An instant, childish aversion almost made her push him away, but then a small bite followed, as if the Professor knew exactly what he was doing, and her body suddenly felt feverish and irresponsive.

"W-well..." she responded, her voice shaky between the eager, firm hands that pressed against the soft parts of her body "A-at least be quick about it... so I can... save Blanchette at once..."

"Ah, my dear... I shan't be quick at all!..." he snickered, running his hands up her legs and into her skirt. Small resistance was still there, timidity moved her hands to try and stop his advances... but so little strength was invested, and so little willpower, too, that the man paid them no heed, and he proceeded to pull down her white innocent panties as one unwraps a French bonbon.

"B-but... must you take it off?!" The little foreign girl protested drunkenly, holding on to the light cloth.

"I mustn't, my delicious little fruit... I can always just pull it to side as such, see?" and she brushed his thumb past her innocence as he demonstrated, yanking a muffled moan out of her "But I'm afraid I might make a mess out of your clothes, if I don't... Now come, stop asking questions and let me have you entirely for myself, without protests... If you resist me, I might have to bite you again..."

The Professor efficiently pulled her arms apart with little strength in his fingers, then once again his hands traveled up her legs, pulling down the panties.

"B-but this is so embarrassing!... It is shameful that you see me like this, Professor! You should not!" She pressed her hands to her fiery cheeks, while the professor proceeded to untie the strings around her back that held her dress together.

"Ah, my dear, do not hold back on me, pray. If I must take your innocence so that no wolf will trick you, then you must show your everything to me. It makes me hungrier..." the professor chuckled, pulling down her dress at last and revealing her small, yet fully developed breasts

"A-are you sure this is how you do it?!" The girl asked, flinching and closing her eyes, for something embarrassing was about to happen: she felt as the Professor's wet mouth wrapped around her breast, and shuddered with a confusing sort of feeling.

He sucked and pressed his lips against her soft nipples, and he squeezed her breasts in his hands as he did so. The noises he made... the feeling of his teeth brushing there, of his tongue playing... it gave the foreign little girl the sensation of being truly consumed, devoured by a wolf.

"This is just the beginning of it, dear... I must taste you first, to then take your innocence!" The Professor declared excitedly, his hand prying a space between her tightly closed legs.

"D-did Blanchette had to go through this to lose her innocence too?"

"Absolutely, dear!" The Professor's warm, large hand moved up and down her thighs, softening their resistance and sliding his torso between them as soon as they gave in "And she was very brave throughout it, too, just as you are doing...!"

"What? Y-you've seen Blanchette?!"

"Huh? Oh, no, I have not... I am merely risking an educated guess, from what I know of innocent little things such as you, and from what you've told me of her..." having placed himself between her open legs, the Professor pulled her light weight over his lap and throbbed with anticipation.

He captured her nape in his hand and pulled her face closer, bravely opening the little foreign girl's lips with his and pressing his tongue against hers, in her mouth. The little foreign girl knew something very wrong was happening then, but her body couldn't respond with the urgency her mind demanded.

The mysterious professor kissed and embraced and fondled the little foreign girl until she was limp and dazed in his arms, as he liked them to be. Now that the door was locked, the windows were closed and the little foreign girl was enslaved at his mercy, he pulled down his pants and underwear just enough to let out his long, erect member, then he proceeded to pull the dizzy little foreign girl on top of his manhood and slowly push into her, removing once and for all her meddlesome innocence.

Some resistance was in place, and some hard pushing would be needed, of course – he was quite used to this part. It would be too painful for her if he were to just break her apart with his shaft in one swift blow, as he secretly desired to do in order to plant himself as deep as he could into that sweet, teasing little thing. Instead, the cunning wolf-like man interspersed pushing and breaking into her inch by inch with kisses and embraces to shush her cries and little painful moans that erupted here and there as her innocence ceased to be. Soon, he would be moving her up and down according to his will, using her petite body to stroke his sensitive member into madness.