Red Riding Hood, or Lalita as the villagers called her in hushed tones, skipped through the dark woods in her signature crimson cloak. The basket of sweets and wine for her ailing grandmother felt heavy on her arm. The trees loomed taller, the path narrower. She didn’t notice the glowing yellow eyes following her.

The Big Bad Wolf—Ramesh, a towering, muscular beast of a man with wild black hair, sharp teeth, and a pack of four feral hunters who roamed the forest as outlaws—stepped out from behind an ancient oak. His cock was already straining against his tattered pants.