Chapter 9

9

Brawn

“ B rawn, please. I need you.”

When I hear her summon me again, I can barely contain myself. We spent all night talking about our lives, sharing all the little details of our pasts, and I couldn’t get enough. I’ve never met a more fascinating creature in my life, and I thought Santa was amazing, but my Millie is even more incredible. She’s vibrant and soulful. Smart and funny. She’s done so many daring and mischievous things, which is probably why she never received any gifts from Santa. I’m guessing that’s the reason she hates Christmas, although I still need to ask her that question.

I gather my strength, willing my elvish shlong to behave himself. He’s already ramrod straight, which cannot be helped, but I will need him to cooperate. Though knowing my little dove has the same desires that live inside my soul, makes restraining myself even more difficult. If I were smart, I wouldn’t answer her call. I’d stay right where I am, far away from my temptation. But…I’ve never been a smart elf.

“You called for me?” I whisper, upon entering her bedroom, not wanting to wake the others in her house.

A low moan sweeps across the room and I know I should vanish myself before it’s too late, but I inch myself closer to her bed, wondering if she’s having a dream about me.

“I’m sorry, Brawn. I didn’t mean to… I…” Her panted breaths and writhing body are a good indicator of exactly what she’s doing under the covers. “I can’t stop.” She gasps on a moan as her body arches off the bed and a faint buzzing sound hits my ears. She’s using that maddening toy again. I should’ve taken it with me when I left. It doesn’t seem right that she wants me, is crying out my name, and yet, some purple plastic thing is reaping all the benefits. I should be the one making her feel good. I should be the one giving her that pleasure.

“Show it to me, Brawn. Let me see you.” Her desperate groan snaps me from my jealous intrusion and has me focusing on my little dove. Her eyes are open and she’s staring between my legs. “Please,” she practically cries out.

I don’t see how having a look could be out of line. After all, I’ve seen her in the buff, so some would argue that it would only be fair for her to see me.

I reach for my waistband and begin to slide my pants down my thighs, my giant cock springing free and growing harder under her stare. The look in her eyes is one of a naughty little girl, and that hand of hers is working faster between her legs. This is the point of no return. I should’ve said no, but I didn’t. And as her pleasure builds, her back arching off the bed, her hand working faster and faster, my sack tightens. The feeling that I have just come to know over the last two days takes root. And when my name is cried out from her lips, her chest coming into view, tits shaking, teeth biting into her lower lip, I lose control.

My dick erupts, ejaculating into thin air without me even having a grip on myself. I quickly grab ahold of my shaft to stop from making a mess all over her, but when I look down, I see I’m too late. My cum is all over her pretty plush mounds, and that’s when another wave of that incredibly intense feeling comes rocking through me.

“Oh my God. I’m so sorry, Brawn.” Her eyes finally flutter open, looking absolutely panicked. “I shouldn’t have asked you to come. I don’t want you to get into trouble.”

Reality brutally barrels in, reminding me that my actions are questionable. But I did not touch her. I only did as she requested. And I did not intend to make a mess of her. I still think I behaved according to the code, but this will be the very last time I can visit with her. I will not be able to come to her tomorrow night. I will have to wait until after Christmas.

“It’s okay, little dove. Our intentions were pure. I do not wish for you to worry. We did not cross a physical line, so all is well. But…” I hate the words about to come from my mouth. “I will not be able to see you again until after Christmas.”

The disappointment burns bright in her eyes, matching the feeling inside my gut, making my chest pound hard.

“Well, can you at least stay and talk to me again?”

“Of course, little dove. Just let me get us cleaned up.”