by Changelings
Before he could stop her, she dropped to her knees and grasped his legs. Rose studied his cock intently before making a quick swipe up the length of him. Kris sucked in a breath of air and grasped her hair in one fist. “Sweet Mother, Rose.”
She took that as approval and pulled the purplish head of his cock into her mouth and sucked. Kris’s hand tightened in her hair and he groaned, his dick twitching in her mouth. She loved the slick texture of his tip. The salty taste of his excitement exploded on her tongue, and she had to have more.
Her second plunge took about half his length, but before she could do more, Kris pulled her away from him roughly. The wild look in his eyes told her he approved, but, given the fact that his cock jumped and twitched in time with the pulse at his neck, he was likely as close to coming as she had been earlier.
Kris pulled Rose to her feet and made short work of her clothes eyeing her up and down like a candy cane he was looking forward to sucking on. Rose couldn’t help but be a little self-conscious, but the hungry look and the twitching cock gave her courage.
“You are so beautiful, Rose. Do you have any idea how lovely you are?”
She didn’t think he expected an answer, so she merely smiled. Had he waited much longer, Rose knew she’d start to fidget, he wrapped his arms around her. His kiss was even hungrier than before, and Rose could honestly say she felt the same. If he didn’t fuck her soon, she might howl for real -- in sheer frustration.
The blood roared in Kris’s ears. His cock pulsed and throbbed, needing to empty itself deep inside the exquisite Rose. Her pale blue skin named her an Ice Faery, but she was anything but frigid. She responded beautifully to him, as he responded to her. He’d known from the moment he’d first seen her she was perfect, but now he knew how right he’d been. Something deep inside him called to her, and he knew he’d do anything he had to for her to stay with him. Always.
When he wrapped her in his arms, the skin-to-skin contact was almost his undoing. She was smooth and silky against his skin, and he loved the way they moved together. Before he knew it, he’d backed her onto the bed, and she was scooting to a comfortable position. She settled into the exact spot he lay every night.
Kris joined her, but instead of covering her with his much larger body, he hooked her legs over his shoulders and dipped his face to her weeping cunt. One swipe of his tongue, and Kris was gone. Her nectar was the sweetest bliss he’d ever found. He knew he’d never get enough.
Taking his time, he sucked each lip one at a time before plunging his tongue inside her and licking her from cunt to clit. When he sucked her clit between his lips, she squealed, and her back arched off the bed.
“Ah, that’s it, little Rose,” he praised in between licks and nips. “I want to hear how you love what I’m doing. I want to know I’m doing exactly what you want, what you need.”
“Sweet Mother, yes, Kris! Yes! Just like that!” Her fingers tunneled through his hair, and she pulled him closer. Kris fastened his mouth on her clit, sucking and licking her with all the passion he had in him. He knew she was close, and he wanted to make her wild.
For him. Only him.
Her orgasm crested in an almost violent wave of pleasure Rose hadn’t truly been prepared for. For the first time in her life, she screamed out her pleasure.
And screamed and screamed and screamed.
The sensations seemed to go on forever, and she knew she’d always view this night as the one that changed her life. Whether it was the magic of Christmas, or simply this wonderful, magical man, she didn’t know. Nor did she care. She just knew that this was the way it was supposed to be between two people. Had another man done the things to her Kris was doing, it would probably feel good, but nothing like it did with Kris. She’d thought about the Snow Elf often over the years, but never did she imagine she’d be on her back with him loving her so thoroughly as this.
His skin, with very little body hair, slid against hers where they touched. His muscled torso rippled with his every move. The ends of his hair tickled where they brushed the skin of her legs and lower belly. Everything about him enticed her. He called to the woman within her, making her want to give him everything she had to give.
Forest folk tended to make up their minds rather quickly. They didn’t stop to question why they’d been brought together, or even if they were making the right choice in a mate. As was the way of the Wood, Rose accepted her place with Kris and gave herself to him freely and exuberantly.
When she could finally open her eyes, Kris had climbed his way up her body and settled himself between her legs. The veins stood out on his neck and temples, and he looked like he was supremely uncomfortable. Rose smiled and wrapped her arms and legs around him.
“Welcome home, Kris.”
When he groaned and slid easily inside her, Rose wasn’t smiling any longer. She groaned right along with him.
Kris’s ears echoed with her words. He had seen many couples in the forest who had found a home with each other, but he truly didn’t expect love to come so easily for him. Didn’t the old saying go something like you never appreciated something unless you had to work for it? This just seemed to have happened too easily. The King would probably box his ears if he knew what Kris was thinking. Generally, no one questioned the working of Mother Nature, but Kris just expected to have to win Rose’s heart.
Though, feeling her hot, slick cunt wrapped so snugly around him, it was hard to think about anything else. After giving himself a moment to adjust and get a grip on himself, he moved. Slowly at first, then with more vigor.
They looked at each other. Try as he might, Kris couldn’t tear his gaze from hers. Her clear blue eyes snared him as surely as if she’d trapped him to her. He was totally and completely in love with Rose, and he’d never been so glad to be chosen for anything in his life. Had he not been the new Father Christmas, and had it not been mandatory he choose a wife, he never would have had the courage to claim Rose.
Or perhaps, he never would have been in a situation where she had the opportunity to claim him.
Now, he lowered his forehead to hers as he made love to her. “I love you, Rose. I have since the first moment I saw you.”
She tilted her head to kiss his mouth. “I love you too.” She let her hands trail down his back to his ass, and she squeezed, urging him to move harder and faster. “Now fuck me until I scream, my love.”
Now, what self-respecting Elf could refuse that? Wrapping his arms tightly around Rose, Kris surged into her. Harder and faster he moved, doing his best to make sure her clit got as much friction from his pubic area as he could. He was perilously close to coming, and he was damned sure going to take her with him.
Neither of them spoke as they moved. Kris fucked her with all the love he felt, and Rose met every thrust with one of her own. Their breathing was ragged, and their bodies slapped together loudly in the silence of the cottage. The only sound that didn’t scream sex was the crackling of the fire. And even that seemed to add to the urgency they were both feeling.
Kris slid his hands underneath Rose’s ass and gripped her, moving her faster. Rose gripped his back, digging in her nails and marking him. Their sighs and grunts turned to shouts and little screams, and it wasn’t long before neither of them could hold back any longer.
“Oh, great Mother, Kris. I’m coming!” Rose could do nothing more than breathe her expletive. There was an urgency within her to push through her orgasm lest she lose it. Regardless, it was happening whether she was ready or not.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come with me.” Kris hugged her tighter and thrust deeper as if he were afraid she’d try to wiggle from underneath him and run away, denying him the ultimate satisfaction.
But she didn’t. Rose clung to him even as he clung to her. Within seconds both of them howled. Not once, but several times before the wash of pleasure faded. Kris was acutely aware he’d come deep inside her and wasn’t sorry. The sooner she conceived, the sooner he’d be tied to her forever.
When they had settled, Kris rolled them to their sides, but he didn’t let her go, nor did he remove his cock from her. He still felt like it had been too easy. Something was likely to take her from him if he wasn’t careful.
“Mmmm,” Rose purred. “That was…”
“No kidding,” he chuckled. He wanted so much to be light-hearted, but he knew something was about to happen. He just had a feeling.
“You came inside me, didn’t you?” Despite the accusation, Rose was grinning. She didn’t seem upset about the fact that she could very well be pregnant as a result of their lovemaking.
“I did, and I won’t apologize.” He kissed her forehead. “I’d love very much to have a child with you.”
She hugged him. “You’re such a man. But I want it too. That’s why I didn’t say anything.”
The tightness in Kris’s chest had just started to ease when, as if on cue, there was a sharp rapping at the door.
“Kris! Open up!” Gaelen. There was no mistaking the rich voice of the Forest King.
Kris groaned. Damn.
He got up, not bothering to cover himself, and threw open the door. Rose barely had time to pull the covers over herself. Letting the King see her snug in his bed was the only way he could think of at the moment to stake his claim.
“What?” he growled, then immediately winced. Though everyone knew they were free to speak their mind, one did not generally take that tone with the King of the Forest. Gaelen merely raised one eyebrow.
“Are you planning on staying here all night?”
“Actually, yes. I think I am. I’m a little busy.” Kris moved aside slightly so Gaelen could get a good look at the blushing faery in his bed.
“For Mother’s sake, Kris.” Rose retained the sheet, but got out of bed and moved to his side. “It’s after eleven! If you’re delivering presents tonight, you’d better get a move on.”
For a moment, Kris was confused, then the sane part of his brain kicked in and blood suffused his face. “Omigod!” He looked at the king, who was smirking openly. “I’m sorry, sir. I was so worried about keeping Rose I completely forgot what I was supposed to be doing.”
Gaelen merely chuckled. “Believe me, I know how you feel, my boy. But why in the world would you be worried about keeping her? Does she not love you?”
“He knows I do.” Rose smiled and laced her arm through Kris’s. “At least, I hope he does. I told him so.”
“I was just thinking,” Kris began, a little defensive now, “that this was too easy. I mean, it took hardly any effort to get Rose where I wanted her. I just knew something was going to happen to take her away.”
“Easy?” Gaelen’s other eyebrow hopped up to join the first near his hairline now. “You call what you’ve done over the years since you first met Rose easy? You’ve totally transformed your body just because you thought she wanted you to. You’ve worked hard every single day since then, all to impress her and convince her she was supposed to be yours.” He snorted. “Easy, indeed.”
Rose giggled softly beside him and Kris immediately turned to her. “Oh, Kris.” She moved into his arms and kissed his chin. “For the record, I loved the way you looked. I was afraid of looking like a dork in front of you. I wanted to be with you when you first asked me to dance. I was just afraid of falling on my ass.”
Kris just blinked. He felt like he’d been hit by a train. Well, damn.
“I -- I never considered that,” he managed. “I was just trying to please you, Rose.”
She hugged him fiercely. “And you did. Though not necessarily with your new body. Don’t think I don’t love it, I do! You’re totally yummy! I love everything about you! I just mean you impressed me with your possessive lovemaking and that you even remembered me after all these years.” She pulled him down for a quick kiss. “It seems to me you worked pretty damned hard to get me here, Kris. Just so you know, I have no intention of leaving.”
Kris couldn’t help the crooked smile. “Well, shit.”
Rose laughed and hugged him. “Now, Santa. Get your ass to work so you can get back in my bed. You can’t disappoint the children.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He looked to Gaelen. “I’m sorry, sir. Won’t happen again.”
“Well, I sincerely hope it happens again. I had to prod the last Santa out of his wife’s bed every Christmas from the time he first took over the job.” He slapped Kris’s arm good-naturedly. “Now, get to work. And get back to your woman. Next Christmas, we’ll give you two a proper introduction.”
Kris turned to Rose. She was beautifully flushed. Her hair was tousled with that I-just-had-great-sex look. She took his breath away. “I love you, Rose.”
“I love you, too. Now get to work. The quicker you get done, the quicker we can make love again.” She winked at him. “I’ll be right here. Waiting. Come home and make me howl again.”
“Absolutely!”
Marteeka Karland
Erotic romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried hard to rid her of.
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Bound for Christmas
Sean Michael
Jenny adores her husband and Dom, Greg, and she’s looking for just the right Christmas gift for him. Lucky for her, her friend Luke has been lusting over her and Greg for a while now and is more than willing to let Jenny wrap him up as the best Christmas present ever.
When Greg gets home, he finds Jenny all wrapped up in red silk, and Luke bound to the wall wearing little more than bells and ribbons. Luke promises to be the best Christmas gift they’ve ever shared, and Greg’s sure it’ll be the hottest holiday, too!
Chapter One
Jenny looked over at Luke, licked her lips and smiled, knowing full well the look was feral. She couldn’t help it; she wanted to eat Greg’s present up with a spoon. A tiny little silver spoon so that it took hours. “You look fabulous, baby boy.”
Luke arched under the scrape of her nails, the bells on the little clamped nipples tinkling as he moved, the padded cuffs holding him stretched against the wall. She’d spent her own time bound there, twisting under Greg’s attentions, but tonight it wasn’t her turn.
Tonight they were celebrating the longest night of the year and, for once, her gift was going to be the best one.
One beautiful, needy, pale boy who begged her, so prettily, to let him play.
Luke was Greg’s type -- he looked enough like her to be related, in fact. Blond, blue-eyed, on the petite side, with pale skin that would show marks. Jenny had spent all day getting the man ready. She’d shaved him from the neck down, then washed him before she’d bent him over the edge of the tub and cleaned him inside. She’d bound his cock with a lovely dark red ribbon and gagged him with a tiny one, more symbolic than anything.
Then she’d slipped her little black velvet collar on, along with a red satin teddy. If she was lucky, Greg would approve of her outfit.
If she was really lucky, he wouldn’t.
The thought made her chuckle.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Greg walked into the back room, suit jacket open, tie halfway undone. His laser-sharp blue eyes took in her gift, and then her, raking over her body.
“Merry Christmas, love.” She held the “sir” back, gauging her husband’s mood and preference.
“Merry, indeed.” The words all but purred out of Greg.
Eyes on Luke, Greg grabbed her and tugge
d her up against his solid body. Her chin was tilted, and Greg took her lips in a long, very thorough kiss. Jenny groaned as his thigh pressed between hers, making her wet, her pussy proving that the day had been enough to keep her stoked, hot. Greg’s tongue took her lips again, stealing her breath and leaving her dazed.
“So you got me two gifts this year?”
“Hmm? I brought you this sweet baby boy, all wrapped.”
“And what about this sweet girl, all decked out in red satin?” Greg’s hand slid down to her ass, big hand wrapping around one cheek and squeezing tight.
“I’m always yours, love. Forever.” Her hips moved, rubbing her slit against Greg’s leg.
“I know.” He kissed her again, his eyes on her gift as his tongue slid over hers.
Luke moaned behind them, the sound hungry, lovely.
“He’s perfect, baby.”
“I love you.” She whispered the words into his ear. “He’s all yours for the night. We’re all yours to play with.”
“Mmm. Does he taste as good as he looks?”
“I hope so. He’s all smooth and showered for you.”
Greg smiled into her eyes. “Thank you, baby.”
He slapped her ass and then stalked over to where Luke was strung up against the wall.
Luke’s blue eyes were heavy-lidded, that pretty cock thick and fat, swollen at the tip where it begged for attention. Clear drops slipped down the shaft, staining the pretty red ribbon.
“Oh, baby, he’s everything I could have asked for.” Greg’s finger slid over Luke’s chest, then flicked at one little nipple clamp, making it ring.
Luke gasped, his body arching toward Greg, and Jenny moaned. Pretty. She loved watching Greg when he played with the boys. Things got so fierce.
Greg tapped the thin ribbon in Luke’s mouth. “Safe word, boy?”
