Lonely. Only now that I’m in her wonderful presence do I fully realize how the centuries I have spent alone have frozen my heart.

  My yearly excursions in December do bring me joy, of course, and the elves keep me company… but it’s not the same as having a true equal, a real mate around.

  Now I have found just that. I feel it in my very bones. We share a bond, we have a connection…

  A connection that is not meant to be.

  Humans are classified as class II beings by the Intergalactic Council. Interfering with their development is punishable by exile, or even death, if the crime is deemed severe enough.

  In the last twenty-four hours I have crossed that line a dozen times over. I do not know the punishment for mating with a human, and I have no intention of finding out, either. I must keep her from the Council at all costs.

  Because mating with this beautiful human is all I want to do. The beautiful little girl has no idea I’m risking everything for her.

  “Do you like the food?” I ask.

  The dinner table is filled to the brim with various dishes. I have barely used this table in centuries, but it seemed fitting to do so now. Candles are dotted across the room, their scent mixing with the scrumptious meal, as the snowstorm rages on outside.

  Emma picks at her meal. Her attention is not really here. She shifts around in her seat, the spanking I delivered earlier still having an effect on her.

  “So are you really Santa Claus or not?” She asks, looking up at me with a defiant glint in her beautiful eyes. “Because none of this makes any sense to me. You treat me like royalty, and yet you spank me the next moment, and you refuse to answer any of my questions. I have done what you asked, exposed myself, thoroughly embarrassed myself, so I think I deserve some answers.”

  “Embarrassed yourself?” I ask, cocking my head to the side. “You have thoroughly enjoyed yourself, Emma. Admit it.”

  “Fine, I admit it,” she says, her cheeks red, and not just from the wine. “You have, you know, a way. With my body. Which I also don’t quite understand how. But that’s not my main question. Are. You. Santa. Claus?”

  I already know I have given her mind bending pleasure, but to hear her admit it does stroke my ego. Everything I do, I do for her. I can tell from her sharp intakes of breath, from the coloring on her cheeks and of the wetness between her beautiful legs that she secretly craves to be commanded, to give up all control and succomeb to pleasure.

  Even if she does not know it herself, I can tell what she needs. And I will gladly give it to her.

  “Yes and no. My full name is Nikolax v’Myra. I arrived on Earth over two hundred of your human years ago, ordered by the Council to keep an eye on the development of your species.”

  Her eyes grow wide. “You are over two hundred years old?!”

  “Correct. I am two hundred and eighty one years old. Human counting.”

  “You don’t look like it.”

  “Xera live on a different timescale, compared to humans. In truth, I am not that much older than you, comparatively speaking.”

  “So… you really are an alien, huh?”

  “To you, yes.”

  She takes a big gulp of wine to wash this new information down.

  “Wait, so you’re not Santa Claus then?”

  “Like I said, yes and no. I do not have a big, round belly. I am not an old man. But, I do have a sleigh, and reindeer, and a workshop, and elves, and I do most certainly deliver presents. Not all of them, of course, but I try to keep an eye on who deserves a good Christmas, and I try my hardest to deliver. It’s not easy, traveling the globe in the span of a single evening, and I barely make it every single time.”

  “So what was first? You, or the story of Santa Claus?”

  “That’s the question, isn’t it?” I ask, taking a sip of my wine with a smirk.

  “Come on, that’s not fair. Answer me.”

  “I am already telling you more than I have ever told any human in history, Emma. Don’t be greedy. Or I will put you on my naughty list.”

  Heat rushes to her cheek, and I can tell she’s squeezing her thighs together. I savor the effect I’m having on her.

  “Tell me about your goal then. Why are you here on Earth exactly?”

  “To keep on eye on human development. To study and guard them, and to let the Council know when you’re achieved Alpha VI status. At that point, they will send their diplomats and welcome humanity into the galaxy.”

  “Really?” She says, edging forward. “Are we close?!”

  “Jingles, no. Alpha II, maybe. If I’m being generous.”

  “Wow,” she sighs. “No one’s going to believe me when I tell them this…”

  I lower my fork and knife and sigh deeply. We’ve arrived at the point in the conversation where I tell her in no uncertain terms that she never will tell anyone, because I can never let her leave. I have told her this before, but it seems it hasn’t made much of an impression.

  I can’t bring myself to break her spirit. She’s so cheerful, hanging on my every word, her beautiful eyes filled with wonder.

  Maybe I can let her go… I’ve already broken so many rules, after all…

  “Tell me what you’ve learned about humanity, then. I’m curious to hear your perspective. Stars, there’s so many questions I want to ask you,” she says.

  “If you eat well, I will answer all of your questions.”

  “Deal,” she says as she digs into her food with renewed enthusiasm. It makes me happy to see she appreciates the food I prepared for her. Cooking has always been a hobby of mine, but cooking for yourself gets boring fast. The elves don’t appreciate human cuisine, in fact, they abhor it. They live strictly off sweets and candies.

  “To answer your question, I have learned that humans are kind and generous. Sometimes you lose your way, but I think human life is worth saving.”

  “What do you mean?” She asks after swallowing a big bite.

  “I shouldn’t tell you this, Emma, but you make feel at ease. I am meant to stay at a distance, strictly forbidden from interfering with humankind’s development. I have broken that rule… once or twice. Bringing you here, that’s one. I also stopped a nuclear war. That’s another infraction. And of course, I break it every year for Christmas. Hm. Guess I break the rules rather habitually, in fact.”

  She drops her fork and knife. “You did what? Nuclear war?!”

  “I didn’t watch humanity for over a hundred and fifty years just to sit idly by and watch you blow yourself up,” I say. “Council or no, I won’t let a few paranoid, misguided leaders condemn billions of people to death.”

  Emma is breathless. “You are a hero.”

  “I did what any self-respecting Xera would do,” I answer.

  A white lie. Most of my kind follow the protocols of the Council to the letter. I am not like most of my kind. That is why I got assigned to Earth, a backwater planet in the grand scheme of things. It was meant as a punishment, but now, sitting across from Emma, I feel like it’s been a fantastic gift.

  “How’d you do it?!”

  “I intercepted the missiles and de-activated them mid-air. It wasn’t much, really. Now, my battles with the raiders; those are much more interesting.”

  “Raiders?!” Emma’s eyes are getting bigger by the second. “Do you mean…”

  “Alien pirates. Slavers. That type of thing. Because Earth is so far away from the Core Systems, the Council’s presence in this quadrant is low. That makes Earth a prime target for slavers. Until they meet me.”

  “Alien abductions… are real?!”

  “I utterly destroy every slaver I pick up on my radar, but even I can’t be everywhere at once. To my great shame, I must admit that probably, yes, some alien abductions are real.”

  She sits back in her seat with stars in her eyes. “I never thought there was really life out there. I wondered, and hoped, but I never could have thought…”

  “You don’t know the half of it, Emma,” I say.

  “Show it to me, then. All of it.”

  I rise from my seat and stride over to her. “I thought you’d never ask,” I say as I reach for my belt.

  “Wh-what,” she stammers, eyes wide.

  “You asked to see all of it. Here it is.”

  I unbutton my pants, reach down, and pull out my thick hardness. It’s never been soft for a single moment sitting across from the beautiful human female. Her dress perfectly outlines her full breasts, her shapely thighs, every single inch of her beauty.

  It’s also a good way to end the conversation that we’re having. If she presses on, I will have no choice but to reveal to her that she really is stuck here with me. And if fire my load inside of her…

  It truly will be forever.

  If I breed her, she will absorb part of my DNA, effectively making her more than human. She will gain a weaker form of some of my powers; my strength, speed, agility. More importantly, she will age at my speed as well, and outlive all of her friends and family.

  I want nothing more than to breed her, but I cannot curse her like that. Not unwillingly.

  That decision is up to her. And she will have to make it unclouded by lust, when she can fully grasp the implications.

  Her eyes are glued to my blue spear, our talk already forgotten. I sit down on the edge of the table, pushing her plate away, and stroke myself slowly.

  “Open your mouth.”

  Emma looks up at me, her eyes glazed over with lust. She licks her lips slowly before opening her mouth, her tongue stretched out.

  Perfection.

  A drop of pre-come already forms on the head of my member at the promise of her mouth. I cannot come inside her, but I will savor every moment of filling that willing mouth of hers.

  The scent of her wetness surrounds me, and I can tell she’s squeezing her legs together.

  I grab her hair and slowly guide her mouth down. Her warmth envelops me, and a deep growl leaves me, pleasure coursing through my veins. Her tongue is a gift from the heavens.

  “Touch yourself, girl,” I command. “I want to watch you come.”

  She spreads her legs, the short black dress riding up and exposing her nakedness to me. The sight makes my spear throb harder. One hand slides right down and starts toying with her, the other one squeezing her own tits as I roughly use her mouth.

  “Yes, take it all,” I growl as inch after inch of blue steel slides down her warm, welcoming throat. The feeling is exquisite, beyond anything I’ve ever felt before. I am in complete control and loving every last second of it.

  My fist grabs her hair, controlling her mouth as it bobs up and down. The hand between her legs is now a blur as she works herself into a frenzy, the look on her face mesmerizing me.

  Her mouth hangs open in pleasure as I smack the head of my hardness against her outstretched tongue, the lewd sounds filling the dining room.

  All other thoughts have been forgotten. When Emma is near, nothing else matters to me. She is my everything. And I live for that look of total and complete surrender on her face.

  “come for me,” I growl possessively, my eyes locked on her. “come with my spear in your mouth, girl.”

  “Yes,” she moans, her moans muffled by my hardness. “Yes yes yes!!!”

  Her body trembles with pleasure as she reaches orgasm. Her lips clamp down on my hardness, her cheeks caving in as she sucks greedily, and I can’t hold on one moment longer.

  My seed rushes up from my balls, through my thick member and down her throat. She swallows my come obediently, every spurt of my spear triggering another orgasm in her tiny human body, and I growl out her name as loud as I can as pure pleasure fills my veins.

  When I have given her every last drop I let go off her hair, and Emma falls back, gasping for air, a string of saliva still connecting my member to her thick lips.

  She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, her beautiful hair all tussled up as she smiles at me nonchalantly. Emma doesn’t even pull her dress down, which is bunched up around her waist, her naked body on display.

  I love that sight.

  “That was… wow,” she sighs. “Is this how it’s going to be? Is every conversation going to be interrupted by you whipping out your spear”

  “Is that going to be a problem?” I ask.

  “No, not really,” she laughs. “Just wanted to make sure what I’m in for.”

  “This is only the beginning, little girl,” I say. “I have much more in store for you.”

  A shiver runs down her spine. She glances down and peels the dress down, obscuring her beautiful body from my view. Heat rushes to her cheeks as she glances back up at me.

  “Want to go for an evening stroll?” I ask as I stuff my member back into my pants.

  “In this weather?!” She exclaims. “I’ll freeze to death.”

  “I’ll keep you warm. Come.”

  Emma

  Nikolax helps me put on an absolutely massive coat, more fit for his frame than mine. It’s heavy and warm, and it smells like him too. A smile forms on my lips, which I try to hide from him. Unsuccessfully.

  “Thank you,” I whisper.

  “My pleasure.”

  He slides on a coat of his own, grabs my arm and leads me outside. My legs are still a bit wobbly from my previous orgasm (I’ve lost count of how many I’ve had at this point), so I’m thankful for his support.

  The blizzard has died down and the clouds have parted. A beautiful night’s sky awaits us — except the snow is piled up so high I can’t walk outside. Nikolax notices and chuckles to himself, before scooping me up in his large, powerful arms.

  “And you said humans weren’t helpless,” he says.

  “Hey, not fair,” I answer back, while I nuzzle my face against his thick beard. It’s rough but comforting at the same time. Just like he is.

  The air is crisp and cold, but I’m warm and cozy due to the coat — and Nikolax’s touch. He wanders through the thick snow, and the world itself feels still and serene.

  We walk past the great Christmas tree, which is beautifully decorated, but I’ve only got eyes for the sky.

  Northern lights light up the sky, and my breath falters. Nikolax holds me tightly as we stand there in silence, enjoying each other’s company and the world itself. I haven’t felt this stress free, this plain happy in a long time.

  In the distance stars twinkle, and it feels like they’re beckoning me. There’s a whole new world out there, new galaxies to explore, new species to meet…

  Well, in theory. In practice I’m Nikolax’s prisoner, but I feel like so much more. I get the feeling there’s a lot he’s not telling me, but can I blame him? He says I’m the first human who has ever wandered this far north, the only one who has ever been up here.

  It’s a miracle he’s so well-adjusted, really.

  “Tell me about the elves,” I say, my breath creating puffs of smoke.

  “What do you want to know?” He says.

  “Everything. Their entire existence fascinates me.”

  “The elves come from the planet Mealkor, which was in the process of total destruction when we first found it. An asteroid struck Mealkor’s moon, sending it into orbit, and gravity did the rest.”

  “Oh no,” I say. “That doesn’t sound good, but I’m having a hard time picturing it.”

  “Imagine that moon,” Nikolax says, pointing at the silver ball up high in the sky, “touching down right here. You can see it coming, you know it’s coming, and there’s absolutely nothing you can do to stop it from landing, and tearing Earth’s crust apart, and ending all life on this planet. That is what the elves were going through when we found them.”

  “Damn,” I whisper softly. “But you saved the planet?”

  Nikolax shakes his head. “The Xera are powerful, but even we cannot tow a moon. No, it was too late for Mealkor, but not for the little elves. We evacuated the entire species, one of the biggest undertakings in Xera history.”

  “Wow.”

  “Half a billion elves joined Xera society as a result. In return, they pledged their undying loyalty to us.”

  “So have your elves always been with you?”

  “No, I was alone at first. I intercepted an alien slave vessel passing through the Milky Way, and freed its passengers. The elves decided to stick around with me for a while. They’re fiercely loyal. If they’re in your debt, they will happily work for you for decades. Refusing their offer is the worst offense imaginable to any elf. Now, I see your frown and I know what you’re thinking, human, but a decade is a mere blink in time for an elf. Bells, I’m convinced they don’t age at all.”

  “That’s got to be impossible, right? Everyone ages.”

  “Should be impossible yes, but never underestimate the enguiniety of an elf. I wouldn’t be surprised if those little buggers managed to cheat death itself. They can build everything.”

  He gestures at the workshop. “None of this would have been possible without them, really. I’m just a messenger. They are the true heroes of Christmas.”

  “I think you’re a hero,” I say softly, running my finger across his collar bone.

  Nikolax glances down at me. I can tell he’s trying not to move a muscle, but the glint in his mesmerizing eyes tell me he wouldn’t mind one bit if I kept talking.

  “You saved Earth from total destruction… you stop raiders and slavers… and you talk about it like you just put away the dishes.”

  “Most importantly, I saved you,” he says softly. “Why did you come here to die, Emma?”

  I turn away from his inquisitive gaze, nuzzling his chest instead. I love the feel of his warm skin against mine, of his manly scent surrounding me completely. It helps drown out the pain that he’s bringing to the surface.

  “I didn’t come here to die.”

  “You drove as far north as the road goes in a dinky car, with little to no protection from the elements. What did you think was going to happen?”

  I sigh deeply. When he puts it like that, I can’t deny it any longer. It was incredibly stupid of me. “I thought I was going to make things better. Naively. I see that now. I wasn’t thinking right.”

 

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