{"id":1293,"date":"2026-04-30T07:10:49","date_gmt":"2026-04-30T07:10:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.damnedcomic.com\/?page_id=1293"},"modified":"2026-05-17T23:19:49","modified_gmt":"2026-05-17T23:19:49","slug":"red","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.damnedcomic.com\/index.php\/red\/","title":{"rendered":"Red"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-video\"><video height=\"1080\" style=\"aspect-ratio: 1920 \/ 1080;\" width=\"1920\" controls src=\"https:\/\/www.damnedcomic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Red_Intro_2.mp4\"><\/video><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">The Seduction of Little Red Riding Hood<\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Once upon a time, in a kingdom nestled between ancient whispering woods and a glittering royal court, there lived a woman of rare beauty and bolder appetites: Lady Elara, favored concubine to the King himself. Her nights were filled with the cool slide of silk sheets against sweat-damp skin, the heavy clink of golden coins, and the thick, salty spurts of the King\u2019s royal seed flooding her throat and womb. But when her belly swelled with child, the weight of it heavy and insistent, she saw only complication. A bastard daughter could not share the throne, nor could Elara risk her position by raising the girl amid the court\u2019s jealous eyes and wandering hands. So, on a moonlit night heavy with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and damp earth, she bundled the newborn in crimson velvet\u2014its soft nap warm against the infant\u2019s downy skin\u2014and delivered her to the edge of the deep woods, to the humble cottage of her own aging mother, the widow known as Grandmother Thorne.<br>\u201cRaise her as your own,\u201d Elara whispered, pressing a kiss to the babe\u2019s forehead, the child\u2019s soft, milky scent filling her nose one last time. \u201cShe is too beautiful already, and I am too selfish to be her mother. Keep her safe from the world\u2019s hungers.\u201d With that, the concubine vanished back to her perfumed palace, leaving the child\u2014named Scarlett for the flush of her rose-petal cheeks, but soon called Little Red for the hooded cloak Grandmother sewed from her mother\u2019s discarded velvet, its fabric still carrying the faint, sweet musk of Elara\u2019s skin\u2014to grow up in the shadows of the trees.<br>Grandmother Thorne was a stern woman of the old ways, her cottage a fortress of dried herbs whose earthy, bitter aroma clung to every beam, spinning wheels that hummed softly in the firelight, and heavy locked doors. Little Red bloomed early, her beauty a curse and a wonder that made the very air around her seem sweeter. By the time she was twelve, villagers whispered of her: skin like fresh cream that flushed pink at the slightest breeze, lips full and rose-red that parted with the softest sighs, hair a cascade of dark waves that caught the sunlight like raven silk and smelled faintly of wildflowers after a rain. Her emerald eyes sparkled with an innocent mischief that made men\u2019s cocks twitch beneath their trousers at the mere sight. At fourteen, the village boys loitered near the path to the cottage, offering apples whose crisp, juicy scent mingled with their nervous sweat as they stole glances at the swell of her budding breasts beneath her simple dresses. At sixteen, the miller\u2019s son was caught peering through the window as she bathed, the steam rising from the copper tub carrying the clean, soapy scent of her young body; his hand worked furiously in his breeches until Grandmother chased him off with a broom, the crack of wood against flesh sharp in the evening air.<br> Grandmother kept her on a short leash. \u201cYou are your mother\u2019s daughter,\u201d she would mutter, tying Red\u2019s crimson hood tight under her chin before any errand, the velvet soft and slightly warm against Red\u2019s throat. \u201cMen will lust after you as they did her. You will not end up a king\u2019s whore or worse.\u201d Red was allowed only supervised trips to the village market, her body hidden under layers of wool that scratched lightly against her sensitive skin and that signature red cloak. No dances, no festivals, no suitors. Grandmother\u2019s own past was a secret she guarded fiercely: years ago, she had known the affections of a certain woodsman, a towering brute of a man named Daemon Blackwood\u2014called the Big Bad Wolf by those who feared his axe and his reputation. He had rutted her like a beast in the underbrush, his thick cock splitting her open with a wet, stretching burn night after night, the earthy scent of crushed leaves and his heavy musk filling her lungs until age and regret cooled her fires. Now, he roamed the woods still, chopping timber and eyeing the cottage with a hunger that had never truly faded, the distant thunk of his axe echoing like a promise.<br>Daemon Blackwood had not forgotten Grandmother Thorne. But when Little Red turned eighteen\u2014her body now a ripe, swaying temptation with full, heavy breasts that strained against her bodice, the soft weight of them shifting with every step, hips that flared wide into a pert, heart-shaped ass whose firm cheeks jiggled invitingly, and long legs that promised to wrap around a man\u2019s waist with silky heat\u2014he saw his chance. The Wolf, as the villagers named him for his predatory gaze and the low growls that escaped his throat when he laughed, was no longer content with memories of the grandmother\u2019s withered cunt. He wanted fresh meat. He wanted to pop Little Red\u2019s cherry, to claim her untouched pussy as his own, to train her into his slutty bride. She was her mother\u2019s daughter, he could smell it\u2014the natural-born slut lurking beneath that innocent hood, her faint feminine musk already teasing the air whenever she passed. He would make her prove it, again and again, until she begged for his ring and his seed.<br>The plot began on a crisp autumn morning, the air sharp with the tang of falling leaves and woodsmoke. Grandmother had fallen ill with a fever, her joints aching from years of toil, the herbal poultice on her brow carrying a sharp, medicinal bite. \u201cTake this basket of bread and wine to the village healer,\u201d she croaked to Red, pressing the handle into her granddaughter\u2019s delicate hands, the wicker rough against soft palms. \u201cBut stay on the path, child. Do not stray into the woods. The Big Bad Wolf prowls there, and he devours pretty girls like you.\u201d<br>Little Red nodded obediently, her crimson hood framing her angelic face. But as she stepped into the dappled sunlight of the forest path, the cool breeze lifting the hem of her skirt to brush her bare thighs like a lover\u2019s breath, her body hummed with a secret thrill. She had felt the stares her whole life\u2014the lust in the baker\u2019s eyes, the blacksmith\u2019s rough hands brushing her waist \u201cby accident,\u201d leaving the faint scent of soot and iron on her skin. Her mother\u2019s blood ran hot in her veins. At night, alone in her narrow bed, the rough wool blanket rasping against her hardening nipples, Red had explored her own slick folds with curious fingers, the wet, slippery sounds of her arousal filling the quiet room as she imagined what it would feel like to be filled, to be claimed. She was a virgin, yes\u2014Grandmother\u2019s leash had seen to that\u2014but her cunt wept at the mere thought of a man\u2019s thick cock, the tangy scent of her own juices rising to her nose.<br>She had not gone far when a shadow fell across the path, the sudden drop in temperature making her skin prickle. Daemon Blackwood emerged from the trees, axe slung over one broad shoulder, his flannel shirt stretched tight across a chest like carved oak, the fabric carrying the deep, masculine musk of pine sap, woodsmoke, and clean male sweat. He was massive\u2014six-foot-four of raw muscle, dark beard framing a jaw that could crack walnuts, eyes the color of storm clouds. His trousers bulged obscenely at the crotch, the thick outline of his massive cock visible even at rest, a faint damp spot already darkening the wool from his leaking arousal.<br>\u201cWell, well,\u201d he rumbled, voice like gravel and honey vibrating through her chest. \u201cIf it isn\u2019t Little Red Riding Hood. All grown up and ripe for the picking. Where are you off to, pretty thing?\u201d<br>Red\u2019s cheeks flushed hot, but she curtsied politely, her cloak parting just enough to reveal the creamy swell of her cleavage, the cool air making her nipples pebble instantly. \u201cTo the village healer for Grandmother, sir. Please excuse me.\u201d<br>Daemon stepped closer, his scent\u2014earthy pine and raw, animal musk\u2014enveloping her like a heavy blanket. He had watched her for years, stroking his cock in the bushes as she bent to pick berries, her ass presented like an offering, the faint sweet scent of her hidden arousal drifting to him on the breeze. \u201cThe path is long and lonely,\u201d he said, reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair beneath her hood. His calloused fingers lingered on her neck, warm and rough, sending electric sparks straight to her core. \u201cWhy not take the shortcut through the woods? I know it well. I\u2019ll escort you myself.\u201d<br>Red hesitated, Grandmother\u2019s warnings echoing, but the heat pooling between her thighs\u2014slick and insistent\u2014betrayed her. She was her mother\u2019s daughter\u2014born to be fucked, to crave the stretch of a man\u2019s girth. \u201cI\u2026 suppose it would be faster,\u201d she murmured, her voice breathy and low.<br>The Wolf\u2019s grin was all teeth. He led her off the path, his large hand possessively at the small of her back, fingers dipping lower to brush the curve of her ass through her skirts, the pressure firm and promising. They walked in silence at first, birdsong fading as the trees thickened, the ground soft and mossy underfoot, releasing a damp, loamy scent. Then he spoke, low and intimate. \u201cYour grandmother and I were once\u2026 close. Very close. I fucked her raw in these very woods, made her scream my name until she couldn\u2019t walk straight, her cunt gripping me with wet, velvet heat.\u201d His hand slid boldly to squeeze her ass cheek, the flesh yielding softly under his grip. \u201cBut she\u2019s old now. Dried up. You, though\u2026\u201d He inhaled deeply. \u201cYou\u2019re fresh. Tight. I can smell how wet you are already, little slut\u2014that sweet, musky honey drifting up from between your thighs.\u201d<br>Red gasped, the sound sharp and needy, but did not pull away. Her pussy clenched hard, a fresh gush of arousal soaking her undergarments, the slick warmth sliding down her inner thighs. \u201cSir\u2026 you mustn\u2019t say such things,\u201d she protested weakly, even as she arched into his touch, the rough fabric of her dress rasping against her swollen clit.<br>Daemon stopped, turning her to face him against a broad oak tree, its bark rough and cool against her back. \u201cCall me Wolf, Red. And don\u2019t lie to me. I see the way your nipples harden under that dress, poking like ripe berries.\u201d He dropped to his knees\u2014impossibly, for such a giant of a man\u2014and hiked up her skirts with a rustle of fabric. Her white cotton panties were drenched, the fabric clinging transparently to her swollen pussy lips, the air thick with her tangy, sweet arousal. He inhaled deeply, groaning low in his chest. \u201cFuck, you smell like heaven. Like a bitch in heat\u2014sweet nectar and pure virgin slut.\u201d<br>Before she could respond, his mouth was on her. He ripped the panties aside with a tear of cloth and dragged his broad, hot tongue through her slick folds, the wet, obscene slurping sounds filling the clearing as he lapped at her clit with expert hunger. Red cried out, the sound raw and high, hands fisting in his thick beard as pleasure exploded through her virgin body\u2014the scratch of his whiskers against her tender inner thighs, the wet heat of his tongue circling her swollen nub. \u201cOh gods\u2026 Wolf\u2026 that feels so good\u2026\u201d<br>He devoured her like the beast he was named for\u2014sucking her clit between his lips with a wet pop, two thick fingers plunging into her tight channel with a lewd squelch, stretching her open and curling against that sensitive spot inside. Red\u2019s hips bucked wildly, the wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out echoing, her juices coating his beard and dripping down her thighs in cool, sticky trails. Her first orgasm crashed over her in minutes, her walls fluttering and clenching, a hot squirt of clear fluid spraying against his tongue as she screamed, the taste of her tangy sweetness flooding his mouth.<br>Daemon rose, wiping his glistening mouth and beard, his cock now a steel bar tenting his trousers, the thick head already leaking a shiny bead of precum that smelled faintly salty and masculine. \u201cGood girl. First proof you\u2019re your mother\u2019s whore. Now, let\u2019s see that cherry pop.\u201d He freed his massive prick\u2014ten inches of veined, throbbing meat, hot and heavy in her small hand, the skin velvet-smooth over steel, the head purple and weeping. Red\u2019s eyes widened at the sight and scent, but her mouth watered instantly. She dropped to her knees without being told, the forest floor soft and cool beneath her, her natural sluttiness taking over.<br>\u201cI\u2019ve never\u2026 but I want to,\u201d she whispered, wrapping her small hands around his girth, feeling it pulse hotly. She licked the head tentatively, the salty-bitter taste of his precum exploding on her tongue, then took him deeper, gagging wetly as he hit the back of her throat, saliva dripping in thick strings down her chin onto her heaving breasts. Daemon growled, the sound vibrating through his cock, fucking her pretty face with shallow thrusts, tangling his fingers in her hood. \u201cThat\u2019s it, Red. Suck the Wolf\u2019s cock like the born cock sleeve you are\u2014slurp it down, let me feel that throat squeeze.\u201d<br>She proved it eagerly, bobbing her head with wet, choking sounds, her tongue swirling around the thick veins. He pulled out just before he could spill, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening shaft, and yanked her up, bending her over a fallen log. The rough bark pressed into her soft belly, her ass presented perfectly\u2014round, firm, heart-shaped perfection, the cool air kissing her dripping pussy. He rubbed his cockhead against her virgin entrance, coating it in her slick juices with a lewd, sticky sound. \u201cBeg for it, bride-to-be,\u201d he commanded, voice rough with lust.<br>\u201cPlease, Wolf,\u201d Red moaned, pushing back, the heat of his cockhead making her clit throb. \u201cTake my Maidenhead. Make me your slutty little wife.\u201d<br>With a roar that shook the leaves, he thrust forward, burying half his length in one stroke. Red screamed in pleasure-pain, the burning stretch of her virgin walls tearing open around his girth, the wet squelch of her juices loud as he forced deeper. He was so big, so thick\u2014it felt like he was splitting her in two, the hot, heavy fullness making her toes curl. But she loved it. Her hips rocked back greedily, taking more until he was balls-deep, his heavy sack slapping against her clit with a meaty smack, her hymen torn and her cunt molded to his shape in slick, velvet heat.<br>\u201cFuck, you\u2019re tight,\u201d he grunted, the sound animalistic, pounding her relentlessly. The woods filled with the wet slap of flesh on flesh, her slutty screams turning hoarse, the musky scent of sex rising thick in the air. \u201cThis pussy was made for me\u2014listen to it squelch for my cock. Gonna fill you with my seed and put a ring on that finger.\u201d<br>Red came again, harder this time, her juices gushing around his pistoning cock in hot, wet spurts, the contractions milking him as her vision whited out. \u201cYes! Breed me, Wolf! I\u2019m yours!\u201d<br>He fucked her through three more orgasms on that log, flipping her onto her back to watch her tits bounce heavily with every thrust, the cool air teasing her sweat-slick nipples. When he finally came, it was with a bellow, pumping rope after thick, scalding rope of hot cum deep into her womb\u2014the pulsing jets so powerful her belly swelled slightly, the sticky warmth overflowing and running down her ass in creamy rivers. Red\u2019s eyes rolled back in ecstasy, the musky scent of his seed mixing with her own as she proved it\u2014natural-born slut, cumming on a stranger\u2019s cock in the woods like a common whore.<br>But that was only the beginning. Daemon carried her limp, cum-filled body the rest of the way, the warm seed leaking from her with every step, soaking her thighs in sticky trails. He took her to his hidden cabin deeper in the woods\u2014a bachelor\u2019s den of furs that smelled of woodsmoke and male musk, firelight casting flickering heat across the walls. There, he stripped her fully, admiring every inch: those perfect medium breasts with puffy pink nipples that tightened under his gaze, the heart-shaped ass he slapped until it glowed red and stung deliciously, the puffy, well-fucked pussy still leaking his thick cum in slow, obscene drips.<br>\u201cRound two, my future bride,\u201d he said, laying her on the bed, the furs soft and warm against her overheated skin. This time, he was slower, teaching her. He made her ride him, her hands braced on his sweat-slick chest as she sank down onto his renewed hardness\u2014the thick head stretching her sore lips with a wet pop, the burning fullness making her gasp. Red proved her slutty heritage again, bouncing with wild abandon, her hood discarded, dark hair flying and sticking to her damp forehead, the wet squelching of her cum-filled cunt loud and filthy. \u201cHarder, Wolf! Fuck your little Red harder!\u201d She came twice more, grinding her clit against his pubic bone, the friction electric, before he flipped her and took her ass\u2014virgin there too, the tight ring burning as he pushed in inch by inch, the slick lube of her own juices and his cum easing the way while she fingered her own cunt, the dual sensations making her sob with pleasure.<br>By nightfall, he had fucked her in every position: missionary with her legs over his shoulders, the slap of his heavy balls against her ass loud and rhythmic; doggy against the wall, her cheek pressed to the rough wood as he railed her, the sting of his handprints blooming hot on her cheeks; even standing while he held her up like a fuck toy, her tits smashed against his chest, sweat mingling between them. Each time, she proved it\u2014begging for his cum in a hoarse, broken voice, calling him \u201chusband,\u201d squirting on his cock with wet gushes that soaked the furs, her body a trembling vessel for his pleasure. \u201cI\u2019m your slutty bride,\u201d she panted after the fifth load, cum dripping from her pussy, ass, and tits where he\u2019d painted her in thick, cooling ropes, the salty taste still on her tongue from when she\u2019d licked him clean. \u201cGrandmother can\u2019t stop us now.\u201d<br>Grandmother tried. When Red did not return by dusk, the old woman hobbled through the woods, broom clutched like a weapon, the evening chill raising gooseflesh on her arms. She burst into the Wolf\u2019s cabin and froze at the sight: her granddaughter on all fours atop the fur-covered bed, completely naked, crimson hood the only scrap left on her sweat-slick body. Daemon\u2019s massive cock was buried to the hilt in Red\u2019s freshly reamed asshole, the tight ring stretched obscenely around his girth, while two of his thick fingers brutally fucked her cum-drenched cunt with loud, squelching thrusts. Red\u2019s eyes were rolled back, tongue lolling, tits swinging heavily like ripe fruit as she slammed herself backward onto him, the wet slap of flesh and her guttural moans filling the room.<br>\u201cYou filthy wench!\u201d Grandmother shrieked, voice cracking over the obscene sounds. \u201cJust like your mother\u2014spreading for the first beast that sniffs you!\u201d<br>Red\u2019s head snapped up, lips stretched in a depraved, cock-drunk smile even as another orgasm ripped through her, her pussy squirting violently around his fingers in hot, clear jets that soaked the furs and filled the air with her sharp, tangy scent. \u201cYes, Grandmother!\u201d she screamed, voice hoarse and raw from hours of moaning, the pleasure-pain of her stretched asshole making her tremble. \u201cI\u2019m his now! Watch me cum like the natural-born harlot, I was born to be!\u201d Her body convulsed, asshole clenching and milking his shaft with rhythmic squeezes as she shattered, the wet sounds obscene and loud.<br>Daemon laughed, dark and triumphant, and hammered her harder, his heavy balls slapping her clit with meaty smacks. \u201cSee this, old woman?\u201d he growled, never slowing, the cabin thick with the musk of sweat, cum, and raw sex. \u201cYour precious granddaughter\u2019s holes are mine. I popped every cherry. She begged for it\u2014squirted like a fountain while I bred her womb full.\u201d He yanked Red\u2019s head back by the hair, the pull stinging deliciously, forcing her to stare at Grandmother. \u201cTell her, bride. Tell her how much you love being my cock-hungry little wife.\u201d<br>\u201cI love it!\u201d Red wailed, pushing back desperately, the burn in her ass turning to white-hot ecstasy. \u201cI love his fat cock ruining me! I\u2019m going to be his pregnant slut forever\u2014watch me take his seed again!\u201d Daemon roared and exploded, flooding her bowels with thick, scalding ropes of cum until it overflowed in creamy, sticky torrents that ran down her thighs and dripped audibly onto the furs. Red came one final, shattering time, body convulsing so hard she nearly blacked out, screaming her submission for the entire forest to hear, the hot pulses inside her pushing her over the edge again.<br>Grandmother staggered back, face pale, but something ancient and hungry flickered in her eyes\u2014memories of her own nights under this same Wolf, the phantom ache between her legs. She dropped the broom. \u201cDo what you will,\u201d she whispered, voice broken. \u201cThe girl is lost to it.\u201d<br>The wedding came three days later in a sun-dappled clearing, every villager gathered in stunned, lustful silence, the air already thick with the scent of arousal and fallen leaves. Red stood at the mossy altar wearing nothing but her crimson cloak, thrown open like a whore\u2019s invitation. Her body was a canvas of fresh bruises and bite marks that throbbed warmly, cum still leaking from her well-used pussy and ass in slow, pearly drips, belly already slightly rounded from the Wolf\u2019s repeated breedings. Daemon, bare-chested and cock jutting like a club\u2014hot, veined, and glistening\u2014slipped the simple gold ring onto her finger while the village priest stammered the vows, the metal cool against her skin.<br>The moment the words \u201chusband and wife\u201d left the priest\u2019s lips, Daemon bent Red over the altar, kicked her legs wide, and drove his massive cock balls-deep into her dripping cunt in one savage thrust. The crowd gasped at the loud, wet squelch, her juices and leftover cum splattering out around his shaft. He fucked her like a rutting animal\u2014hard, fast, merciless\u2014her tits smashed against the cool stone, ass rippling with every brutal impact, the sharp sting of his handprints blooming hot and red on her cheeks.<br>\u201cSay it, wife!\u201d he bellowed, spanking her glowing cheeks raw, the cracks echoing like thunder. \u201cTell them who you belong to!\u201d<br>\u201cI\u2019m the Big Bad Wolf\u2019s slutty bride!\u201d Red screamed, voice breaking into sobs of ecstasy, the wet slap of his hips against her ass loud and rhythmic, her pussy gushing in powerful jets that splattered the moss with her tangy scent. \u201cHe owns every hole! Breed me in front of everyone\u2014fill your pregnant whore!\u201d She came instantly, pussy clenching and squirting in hot, visible arcs, her eyes locked on the horrified yet aroused faces of the villagers. Daemon roared and unloaded, pumping so much thick, hot cum into her that it squirted back out around his shaft in creamy torrents, dripping down her legs in a lewd, sticky waterfall that smelled of pure, filthy sex. He kept fucking her through it, flipping her onto her back, legs over his shoulders so the stretch burned deeper, then sideways, then riding her reverse cowgirl so the entire crowd could watch her tits bounce heavily, her face contort in endless orgasm, and the obscene squelching of her cum-stuffed holes.<br>By the time he finally pulled out, Red was a quivering, cum-soaked wreck\u2014pussy and ass gaping wide and twitching, belly visibly swollen with his massive load, eyes glassy with total, blissful surrender, the thick white seed cooling on her skin and matting her dark curls. She crawled to him on the altar, licked his cock clean with reverent, slurping moans, the salty-bitter taste flooding her mouth, and whispered loud enough for all to hear, \u201cThank you, husband\u2026 for making me the perfect cum-drunk wife.\u201d<br>Little Red Riding Hood lived happily ever after in the Wolf\u2019s cabin, but \u201chappy\u201d was an understatement. Her days were chores and teasing the village men with flashes of her cum-filled cunt\u2014only to race home and beg Daemon to punish her with his cock until she screamed. Her nights were endless, depraved marathons: chained to the bed and double-penetrated with his cock and a thick wooden handle, the dual stretching burn making her sob; forced to ride him while pregnant and leaking milk from her swollen tits, the sweet, warm drops coating his chest; or bent over the table while he bred her again and again until she blacked out from orgasms, her hoarse screams and the constant wet squelching echoing through the woods. Her belly swelled huge with twins, yet she still dropped to her knees the moment he walked in, throat-fucking herself until tears streamed down her cheeks and saliva dripped in thick ropes, proving daily that she was, and always would be, her mother\u2019s daughter\u2014a natural-born, insatiable, cock-addicted slut.<br>Her mother the concubine eventually heard the tales and visited, only to find her daughter on her knees in the yard, ass high in the air, taking the Wolf\u2019s cock with loud, sloppy squelches while moaning for the whole kingdom to hear, the air thick with the scent of fresh cum and raw lust. The older woman simply smiled, knelt beside her, and whispered, \u201cGood girl. Now you know what you were made for.\u201d<br>And so the woods echoed\u2014not merely with pleasure, but with the constant, wet, screaming symphony of the Big Bad Wolf claiming his perfect, broken, eternally breeding bride, her crimson hood the only remnant of the innocent girl who once walked the path, now soaked in sweat, cum, and endless, filthy ecstasy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Bonus Audio &#8211; Read by Tiffany<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-audio\"><audio controls src=\"https:\/\/www.damnedcomic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/Nasty-Red-Riding-Hood-Edit.mp3\"><\/audio><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-video\"><video height=\"1664\" style=\"aspect-ratio: 960 \/ 1664;\" width=\"960\" autoplay loop muted src=\"https:\/\/www.damnedcomic.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/Red_Riding.mp4\" playsinline><\/video><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I&#8217;ll Be Your Little Red Riding Hood (Naughty)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure 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