His strong hands lands on my red, sore bottom again, and I moan of pleasure. Not coming on the spot is the hardest damn thing I’ve ever done.

  “Please,” I beg, “Please let me come sir.”

  “Good girl, you’re starting to learn your manners,” he says. “First, I’m going to full that hot, hungry mouth of yours. You’re not to come until my seed is on your tongue, understood?”

  “Yes sir,” I say before diving back down and doubling my efforts, practically choking myself with his spear.

  “Your hot little mouth was made for me,” Nikola grunts. “Your training is going well.”

  “Uh huh,” is all I can moan as his fingers enter me, driving me mad with pleasure.

  I want him to come. I need him to come. My body is dying for sweet, sweet release, but I can’t come until he tells me to. Obeying him only makes the pleasure greater.

  I can feel him grow even harder, and his breathing gets heavier. “Yes, swallow my seed, human,” he growls as he pushes my head down. His warm, salty seed floods my mouth. “Come for me!” he commands.

  And at that moment, I let go. My orgasm explodes inside of me like fireworks, sheer unadulterated pleasure flooding every inch of me. I trash and moan, my fingers working overtime as I rub my button, swallowing gulp after gulp of Nikolax’s absolutely delicious come.

  “Good girl,” he growls. “Good girl.”

  I feel so proud as he fills my mouth, as my body shudders with pleasure, as the proof of his love slides down my throat.

  Nikolax pulls me up and gives me a big kiss. He pulls me onto his lap and wraps his arms around me protectively, his coat wrapping around my frame, warming my cold body with his.

  “Did I do well?” I ask with a whisper.

  “You did perfectly,” he growls with a smile that makes my heart race. “Look.”

  I turn around and my mouth falls open. I see lights as far as the eye can see, the cityscape hundred of yards below us taking shape. “It’s beautiful.”

  “Not as beautiful as you.”

  “Suck up,” I chuckle, but I allow him to tilt my head up and kiss me gently, our noses meeting.

  I feel a strong connection in that moment, and I’m as happy as can be. As rough as our sex just was, he’s as kind and gentle with me afterwards.

  My body doesn’t lie. I had no idea I craved to be a powerful man’s submissive, but I couldn’t have wished for a better man to submit to.

  “The sun is rising in the east,” Nikolax says. “We must hurry. Hold on.”

  He grabs the reins and urges the reindeer on. They double down and the wind races through my hair, the cold streaks actually painful now. I hide in Nikolax’s big chest, his arms wrapped around my waist.

  I peek through my eyelids and see familiar landmarks — the church, the gas station, the pharmacy — take shape in the distance. This is my hometown.

  We’re getting close.

  Emma

  There it is; my home. Mom’s car parked in the driveway. A snowman out front. Exactly like I expected to find it.

  I never expected to land a sleigh on the roof, though.

  The reindeer touch down with surprising agility, barely making a noise as we land. The rest of the street is empty, the lampposts lighting up nothing but snow.

  “Are we going to go in through the chimney?” I whisper.

  Nikolax can’t surprise a smile. “Of course not. Have you see big I am? I’d never fit.”

  My cheeks are red and I feel dumb for suggesting it. “It’s hard to know what’s real and what’s not anymore,” I say. “Next thing I know, you’re going to tell me the Easter Bunny is real, too.”

  “Oh, you mean Frank? Frank’s a good guy. Got an easier job too, he just has to schlep around some chocolate eggs instead of mountains of presents. Comes over once a year in the spring for brunch. Good guy.”

  I cross my arms across my chest. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

  “You’ll just have to stay with me until spring to find out now, won’t you?” Nikolax says, his alien eyes sparkling. “Grab my hand.”

  He grabs my hand and without warning jumps down from the roof. I almost scream, but I can stop myself from waking up the whole neighborhood at the last moment. He lands down as if nothing happened, his boots barely sinking into the snow.

  “How?!” I whisper.

  Nikolax shrugs.

  Just what are the Xera capable of?! To think there’s a whole species of them out there… if they had bad intentions, they could easily enslave humanity. And they’re not even the only alien species out there…

  Luckily Nikolax is here to protect us. He opens the front door and we sneak in together, his boots not making a single peep as we head up the stairs. I do my best to ignore all of the Christmas decorations, like the massive tree that takes up half the living room. If I stop and think about how I wasn’t here to decorate the house with my little sister I might cry. And right now I’ve got to be strong.

  I point out my sisters room to Nikolax. He slowly opens the door, and there she is; Anna, my little sis. She’s in her bed, sleeping peacefully. There’s stuffed toys covering every square inch of the room, it’s hard to even see her in there.

  Anna is… pale. And thin.

  Pain grips my heart like a vice. My adventures with Nikolax have proven to be a fantastic distraction, but this is my reality also. Perhaps that’s why I’m drawn to obeying him — it lifts the crushing weight off my shoulders. When he tells me what to do, I don’t have to worry, I don’t have to feel guilty, anxious, helpless.

  I just have to obey.

  Nikolax gently grabs Anna’s hand. It looks so small and dainty compared to his massive, blue paw. My mate closes his eyes, and a faint, shimmering blueness spreads through Anna’s body. A bit of color returns to her cheeks instantly.

  My mate opens his eyes again and smiles. “It iss done,” he whispers.

  Tears spring to my eyes. “Have you really cured her?!”

  “Ssh,” he says. “Yes, I have. Now, we must return home, before the sun rises.”

  I’m so incredibly torn.

  I want to wake my sister up, to hug her tightly, to tell my mom and cry and dance and go crazy. I want to be here with my little sis who needs me. I want to bring her to her school, listen to her stories, braid her hair… I want to do all the big sister things I’ve been looking forward to my entire life — without that sickness looming over everything like a big dark cloud.

  At the same time, I want to be with Nikolax. I want to thank him, I want to hug and kiss and snuggle and fuck him for days on end.

  I swallow the lump in my throat. I will return home… at some point. I cannot give up on Nikolax just yet, though. I need a few more days. I need to cram a lifetime of romance into a long weekend.

  My body is going to be sore, but I can take it.

  Nikolax leads me back out of my home, tears streaming down my face the entire time. He jumps onto the roof with me in his arms, and we speed off as dawn breaks, the early birds already chirping as light filters in from the east.

  “Are you sure we’re going to reach home on time?” I ask. “The sun is already rising.”

  “Don’t worry,” he says as he spurs his reindeer on. “And hold on tight.”

  I hug my mate as tightly as I can, the rows and rows upon houses turn into one big blur as we fly north at incredible speed. My face is buried in his chest, his scent surrounding me whole. We’ve got one week to Christmas.

  I have to make every second count.

  Emma

  The days fly by. I do my best to hold onto every single minute, but time cannot be caught — and it’s especially elusive when I’m in Nikolax’s arms, when he’s holding me tight, kissing me, touching me, making me feel… all the things.

  Christmas is coming up fast. I want to be home when Anna opens her presents; I’ll ask Nikolax to drop me off there when he makes his rounds on that eventful night. That means this might be our last day together…

  “Good morning, my beautiful human female.” Nikolax gropes my bottom, his hardness pressing against me as he rolls over. It’s not a bad way to wake up.

  Outside the elves are singing their joyful songs as they work their tiny butts off. I’ve heard some whispered complaints that I’m taking up all of Nikolax’s time and that they’re running behind schedule, which makes me feel a little guilty, but…

  Not enough to stop dragging him back to bed.

  I have to make every romp count — there’s no one out there who compares to Nikolax. I’m literally having the best sex of my life here.

  “Good morning, my beautiful alien h… mate,” I answer back with a satisfied smile.

  I nearly called him my husband there. Even if this feels like a honeymoon, we’re not married, and never will be either. I have a life I have to get back to… but… let’s not dwell on that for now.

  Let’s enjoy this morning while it lasts.

  Nikolax hugs me tightly, planting kisses all over, from my neck down to my shoulders. He grabs me and rolls me over, his massive frame pressing down on me as his traveling tongue heads towards my breasts, his horns pressing against my naked skin.

  He gives each one a proper kiss-bath before moving down to my tummy, growling the entire time. It’s been like this every single morning. This man is insatiable.

  I’m not complaining.

  My alien lover buries his head between my legs, his horns pressing against my soft belly. I grab a handful of his thick, white hair and guide him exactly to where he needs to be. I’ve been wet since before I woke up, because my body already knows what’s coming: Heaven.

  Nikolax inhales deeply. “Perfection,” he purrs, and then this alien tongue coats my sex in his juices.

  Instantly I’m moaning and writhing, bucking my hips like a hussy as his tongue explores every inch of me. His strong hands are on me, exploring my body, my naked flesh, my everything. There’s something about his tongue, his saliva that just drives me wild. It’s hard to explain, but the moment he touches me I’m ready to explode.

  Nikolax’s big fingers enter me, curving upwards, making me feel oh so damn good, but I know the rules by now.

  I can’t come unless he gives me permission.

  And he won’t give me permission for a while, oh no. He’s just getting started. Nickolas licks me up and down, every inch of my wet folds being coated in his juices.

  To my horror the door opens. Elves come marching into the room, humming their tune, pushing a tray filled to the brim with food and drinks. I quickly yank the covers over my mate’s head, but there is no mistaking what he’s doing to me. No amount of blankets is going to hide the alien’s massive frame hiding between my legs, that’s for sure.

  “Morning m’am,” Sugarplum says cheerfully. “Coffee?”

  “M-maybe l-later,” I stammer.

  “Sure thing. I’ll just leave your cup on the nightstand then.”

  “Th-thank you.”

  The elves march on out again, acting like nothing is out of the ordinary. The moment the door closes behind them I throw the covers away.

  “Can’t you tell them to stop coming in unannounced?” I hiss. “That’s the third time already!”

  Nikolax grins up at me, one eyebrow raised.

  “I don’t want to hide my love for you.”

  My heart skips a beat. “L-love?”

  “Yes. I love you, Emma. You know we must hide it from the Council, but I refuse to hide it in my own home. I want to love you fully and completely.”

  “Oh Nikolax. I love you, too, you big blue bonehead, but I don’t want the elves to see me like this. I know that you said they don’t really care what we do, but still…”

  He nods. “I will tell them to stop coming in then, if that is what you desire, my love.”

  “Really? I’d appreciate it.”

  “Then consider it done.”

  Without warning he pushes my hips up, so that my legs are dangling helplessly in the air, my whole business on full display.

  “And this is what I desire,” he growls as he practically devours me, his tongue entering me deeply as he licks and kisses me. All I can do is grab his horns and hold on as he explores every inch of me. I love just being his.

  He knows my body inside out by now, and within seconds he’s got me moaning his name and begging for sweet, sweet release.

  “Please let me come, Nikolax,” I say, biting down on the pillow to stop myself from screaming. “I can’t take it, I can’t hold on.”

  “I am merely getting started,” he growls with a mischievous grin, the tip of his tongue flicking against my sensitive button. “Maybe in an hour or so.”

  Oh stars, there’s no way I will last that long. The pleasure is building and building, my hands gripping the sheets, the moment nearly there, just one more lick—

  A stern knock interrupts us.

  “Go away,” Nikolax growls loudly as his hands slide across my thighs possessively. I just adore the way he holds me, the way he looks at me, the way he claims me. “Do not disturb us further.”

  “Sir, it’s urgent,” the squeaky voice on the other side of the doors says. “We have a visitor!”

  I look at my mate, confused. “A visitor? Here? Let me guess, it’s the tooth fairy,” I chuckle, gasping for breath, but Nikolax isn’t laughing.

  “Don’t tell me it’s from the Council,” he growls, his nostrils widening.

  “O-okay,” the elf replies, and then remains silent.

  “What are you waiting for?” Nikolax says. “Spit it out! Who is it?”

  “But sir, y-you just told me not to tell you!”

  My mate pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs deeply, “So, it is a visitor from the Council, then?”

  “Y-yes sir!”

  My mate turns to me, and the look in his eyes fill me with trepidation. He’s usually so cool and collected, but now there’s a maelstrom of emotions in those gorgeous peepers of his. My heart is still racing, my body still on the edge, but I realize that our romp is over.

  “You have to hide, Emma,” he says. “I am sorry, but if they see you…”

  I’m already up, slipping a warm robe around my naked frame, my legs still wobbly. “Don’t worry about me, I can make myself scarce. Go ahead and take care of business. But hurry back, okay?”

  “Thank you,” he says. The alien male grabs my shoulders tightly and plants a firm kiss on my lips. “We will continue right where we left off after I send this snoop back home.”

  “Is there still enough time?” I ask. “Isn’t tonight Christmas Eve? I’d hate to be the girl who ruins Christmas…”

  “Ah yes, my duties,” he chuckles. “Don’t worry. Christmas has never, and never will be, ruined.”

  Another urgent knock on the door interrupts us once more. “S-sir, he’s h-h-heading this way!”

  “Tell him to fuck off,” Nikolax says briskly. “I’ll be right out.”

  “You can tell me that yourself,” an icy voice replies.

  Nikolax’s pupils widen, and I get the message. I duck and roll under the bed just in time to see the door swing wide open. Two big, polished leather boots stand in the doorway.

  “Nikolax v’Myra. Well, well, well. You are naked.”

  “Kreatos v’Tyrn. What an unexpected and unwelcome surprise,” Nikolax replies as he slips a robe around his massive frame. I shouldn’t peek but I can’t help it. My heart is thumping so hard I’m afraid it’s going to give me away if I’m not careful.

  “Friendly as always,” Kreatos sighs. “Tell me, do you think that sparkly demeanor of yours is why you’ve been assigned to this backwater planet?”

  “I know exactly why I’m here, Kreatos, but I have no idea why you are here. If you’ve only come to insult me, then be on your way.”

  I watch the two aliens with bated breath. I’ve never heard Nikolax use such an icy tone before, and even though I can’t see their faces from where I’m hiding, I just know they are staring each other down.

  “Is that how you treat all your guests?” Kreatos says. “I am here to do an inspection, Nikolax. A thorough one. The Council has received some… disturbing reports. You are aware that interfering with the local wildlife is punishable by death, correct? Speaking of death, it reeks in here!

  “I am aware of the punishments,” Nikolax grits through his clenched jaw.

  My heart skips a beat. Death?! Nikolax never mentioned that. He did say something about breaking the rules, but he never murmured a single word about being executed for it! That stupid alien… risked his life by saving me. And he risks it every year by delivering presents.

  And he didn’t even tell me about it! I mean, if anything’s brag worthy, this is it. He’s not only kind and caring, but a humble risk-taker as well.

  “I have nothing to hide,” Nikolax says.

  “Really? I will be the judge of that.”

  “I’ll show you around, then. Follow me,” my mate says.

  As they walk away, I finally catch a glimpse of this Kreatos figure. He’s almost as tall as my mate and just as blue, with similar horns protruding from his forehead. Kreatos has got a purple robe wrapped around his broad shoulders, his heavy, jet-black armor clinking with every step he takes. The sight of a massive blade dangling from his hip makes my blood run cold. To me, he looks more like an executioner than an inspector.

  Nikolax looks back and catches me staring. He frowns sternly and shakes his head ever so slightly, before closing the door behind him.

  Tonight is Christmas Eve. If this strange figure doesn’t hurry up with his ‘inspection’…

  Christmas will be ruined.

  Nikolax

  Kreatos’s timing could not be worse.

  An inspector from the Council drops by once a decade or so. Usually, I am aware of them coming months in advance. And, depending on the inspector, it can even be a pleasant experience. They bring some wine from the homeland, we have a drink and a chat, and then they go home and leave me the fuck alone.

  That’s the way I like it.

 

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