Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

HAVOK

I ’m standing on the roof of my own home pulling up the rope with the bag Makov attached below. With an arm full of snowballs, he and Jaizon head off toward The Relentless .

‘Incoming ,’ I type into my comm to Torin. That’s the only warning I’ll give him. He’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I wonder if Makov has the code to enter The Relentless.

Amidst the falling snow, I strip and change into the clothing Makov gave me. With this and the use of the cleanser aboard Jaizon’s ship, I’m ready for Operation Santa Claus Will Be Coming Tonight.

In a controlled descent, I rappel down the side of the house to my bedroom window. Inside, my beautiful sholani lies on her side, her back to me. My cocks are already hard but never has my heart been so full of joy as to see her safe in our home.

Quietly, I push open the window from outside. A breeze wafts by and she pulls the covers over her shoulder.

I will warm you myself, very soon, sholani.

“Ho, Ho, Ho!” I say as I swing through the window.

Jade shoots straight up in bed, eyes wide. It takes her only a second to recognize me despite the red Santa suit I’m wearing. She had wanted me to wear this for the kids for Christmas, but I know how my sholani has worried about me while I was gone. I hate stressing her, which is why she will get my full attention and we will celebrate Christmas together, just the two of us, for several hours. Later, I’ll play Santa for the younglings.

“Havok!” she screeches as she runs to me, nearly knocking me over. Her arms squeeze me like she’s making quirty juice.

“I know I’m late, but it could not be avoided. I will do better next time.”

“I’m just glad you’re home.” Her fingers weave through my hair as she pulls me in tight for a kiss. Before I realize it, she’s unbuckling the black belt of my Santa costume and is about to slide my pants down.

I put my hand on hers, stopping her. “First, I must tell you about your gift.”

“You’re all the gift I need.”

“I’m relieved to hear that, because I wasn’t able to get the gift I intended. I had asked Quinnov to bring back candy canes on his latest trip to Earth. He had to divert from Earth, so I improvised.”

“It’s the thought that counts. Always. Now let me give Santa a proper welcome.”

She slides the red trou down over my legs and kneels before me. Both cocks are hard for her, from the second I saw her actually, but that’s not what startles her.

“Your cocks have red stripes,” she says, a question on her lips instead of my cock.

“I painted my cocks with red sugar from hekka drops. It’s the closest I could come to giving you the candy canes you crave.”

“Oooh, sholan… You spoil me. I believe I will never want a ca ndy cane again, not the old-fashioned variety. The only question is, shall I lick or suck?”

I run my fingers through her hair. “Do what you wish, but if you take too long deciding, I will throw you onto that bed, spread you wide, and feast on my favorite Christmas treat.”

Her tongue trails down my mating cock, teasing me. She doesn’t vekking miss a spot, but she’s driving me insane. Finally, she gives me the relief I need by sucking on my tip, creating an entirely new need.

“Candy canes are so much better than mistletoe,” I say as she takes me deeper.

She chuckles, sending a fluttering wave over my cock. That pushes me over the edge. I thrust and she takes me whole, but with my pleasure cock bumping against the base of her throat, I’m driven for more, much more.

“I hear you’ve been naughty. Worrying about me instead of enjoying Christmas. Is it customary for Santa to punish a female who’s been naughty?”

“Definitely. And I’ve been very, very naughty, Santa.”

“How then should I punish you?”

“That’s for you to decide.”

All the tension on her lovely face drains away. My own too.

Even after lifting from Grudan, my stomach has remained in knots knowing she was here worrying. That is part of why I love her so. She cares with every part of her being. Not just about me and our younglings, but the eeshone kids, her friends… everyone.

“Santa, before you punish me, I think I should point out that you’ve been naughty too. You broke a promise. You returned home late.” She sucks on my mating cock once more, making it hard to speak. My hands sink in her hair as the pleasure rolls through me.

I will not tell her I had no choice. She knows. We both do. I disappointed my sholani, and that is unacceptable .

“Then you should punish me, my little helper.”

She thinks about it, and then those blue eyes light. Jade is a clever female, one who manages to take charge of large groups of children all with her words. I’ve seen her confront many zyanthans in this way as well, often leaving them confused about how she got precisely what she wanted.

“What have you chosen for my punishment, sholani?”

She shoves me back until my knees strike the bed. Then she shoves me again. I fall onto the bed, not used to seeing this side of her.

“Santa’s going to give me a ride on his sleigh. A very long ride.”

I didn’t think my cocks could get harder, but they do. She’s a beautiful sight, stripping before she straddles me. With a twinkle in her eyes, she grips the pleasure centers of my horns, sending a stream of endorphins through me. The rush is overwhelming and I buck my hips.

“That’s right, Santa. I’m in charge here.” She strokes my horns again.

“You are not playing fair.”

“Oh, I’m not playing at all. I intend to punish you. Hard.” Jade sinks onto my pleasure cock. Frem already coats my mating cock, and a moment later, she guides that cock inside her back hole. Both cocks inside my sholani… each time she touches me is as if it’s the first. A gift from the gods.

“I’m a lucky male to have you,” I say as I buck my hips, thrusting both cocks inside her.

Her breasts bounce before my lips, driving me mad until I capture one in my mouth and suck. Her moan spurs me to move fast, driving deeper into her. My pace turns manic, in part because I know she’ll grab hold of my horns for stability. It’s why I love this position.

“This…is… hardly… a punishment,” I force the words out with each thrust from below. I’m close, but holding off, so we can come together. She’s done enough alone, without me, these past few weeks.

I change the rhythm to short, rapid thrusts.

“Fuck, yes,” she says, her eyes closing.

She’s so drekking adorable when she’s focusing. I reach up and pinch a nipple.

“Yessss!” Her walls tighten and clamp down on me so hard I lose control and explode inside her. There are no words for how her tight passage grips me or the ethereal expression on her faces as she comes.

When she collapses on my chest, my cocks still inside her, I wrap my arms around and hold on to her, my heartmate, my lifeline. Her chest rises and falls with deep breaths. She’s tired, my female. Has been for a while.

“I’m taking a leave of absence,” I whisper in her ear. “To spend more time with you and our younglings.”

Her hands push off my chest as she rises to look into my face. “Are you sure? What about your crew?”

“I’ve already cleared it with Torin. I spoke with him before we landed.”

“We? Jaizon? He showed up here just before you. Is that who Torin sent to help you?”

“Yes.” I don’t tell her the details. She’d only worry more if she knew I’d been captured and taken to the Grud home world.

“Now it all makes sense. Torin being here, never showing any sign of worrying. Ruby too. She knew.”

“They couldn’t tell you. Jaizon put himself at great risk, not only in coming to my aid but going places he could be spotted, especially Zyan.”

“I’ll thank them. All of them. But a leave of absence, my sholan… Are you sure this is what you want?”

“It’s what you need. Taking care of our younglings and your job here at the center is wearing on you. You are mother to a dozen kids. I should be helping you, not adding to your stress. ”

She throws her arms around me before locking her mouth to mine. Oh, vekk, if I thought her pussy, warm and wet, was the place to be, I was wrong. Her tongue strokes me ever so slowly, carefully, as if she’s learning me all over again.

The kiss stretches on longer than I ever recall a kiss lasting, a sign of how much she needs me.

“I want a month. No more. I don’t want you getting rusty or endangering your crew with your absence. They’re your family, too, and they need you as much as we do. Tell Torin I get you for a week now, no missions what-so-ever, and I’ll save the other three weeks later.”

“Later?”

“When the baby arrives.”

“A youngling?” I place my hand on her belly. I don’t feel a bump, just a little baby weight from our last two younglings. I pinch her belly, loving how sexy she is. “There’s nothing there.”

“Oh, he, or she, is definitely there. My boobs are bigger than usual.”

I squeeze one, noticing the difference. Then I recall how rough I was, bucking beneath her. “I never should have?—”

She presses a hand over my mouth, silencing me. “I loved every minute of it. I have zyanthan warrior stock inside me. Nothing a little bouncing will hurt.”

“Another youngling…” Joy wells within me. I’ve loved Clem, my Little Citrus, from the day I took her from Jade’s protective arms. And Crispin, the youngling born from my seed was perhaps the greatest surprise of my life, as I thought I could not father a youngling. I always thought he was my final gift from the gods.

“There are no words, my sholani. I never thought we could have another, or that you would want one.”

Jade waves a carefree hand toward the window, in the direction of the main building where the eeshone children live. “I’d have a hundred if I could, but I don’t think my body would hold out and I want to be there for any more children cast aside by their families. Though, my goals is to see that building empty one day and to be out of a job.”

I sit up and hold her tight to me, her legs wrapping around me as I carry her to the window. The snow blankets everything in sight. Even the Center for Eeshone takes on a joyful appearance. I grew up in that building and never cared to see the place again once I left, but it’s different now with Jade in charge of the younglings. She’s right. The day the center closes because families learn to love their eeshone younglings will be a day to celebrate. As is today.

“I believe Santa should wake the younglings downstairs, yes?” I ask.

“You’re eager to see them, aren’t you?”

“Always. I entered through the window so we could have some privacy for a while. You are and always will be the most important person in my life and beyond, sholani. But I do miss our younglings, all of them. Little Citrus, Crispin?—”

“By the time you list all our wards, they’ll be awake and tearing through presents. Get dressed, Santa, and comm Torin to gather the others. We’ll make this a Christmas morning no one will forget.”

I do as she says, sending a message to Torin, then quickly dressing in the Santa costume once more. Jade slides into a pair of warm pajamas and a red robe I haven’t seen before. So much I’ve missed, but my sholani has my back. She knows what being a warrior means to me and she won’t let me give it up, even for her.

Jade grabs me by the thick black leather belt and pulls me toward her. “And save this uniform, Santa. You’ll need it again.”

“I’ll pack it away for next year.”

“I’m talking about tonight. Nice Santa is for the kids. Naughty Santa is all mine.”

Thank You for reading! - Julie

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