Chapter 11

11

Lunabelle

T he smell of chocolate wakes my senses. I open my eyes and find the room sparkling with little rainbows. The crystals really are stunning, especially when the sun is fully up. I stretch my body, suddenly remembering that it’s Christmas. My stomach drops and I fight the tears trying to creep in. I’m used to waking to the sounds of cheering elves upon Santa’s return, celebrating another successful Christmas. But today, I’m waking up to silence.

There’s no celebration. No tree. No stockings. No presents. No special meal surrounded by friends and family. There’s no joy. Except…there is a giant in the other room who has somehow nudged his way into my heart.

Kilgore surprised me last night, sharing parts of himself that I doubt he’s ever shared with anyone. Telling me all about the monsters he’s encountered in his family, and out in the wilderness. He made me laugh with some of his funny stories and made me want to hug him with others. I actually can say I truly enjoyed my Christmas Eve. It felt special. He’s special. And…insanely good looking.

The way his eyes sparkled when he spoke of moments he’s proud of. The way his lips turned into a smile every time I would laugh. His gentle touches. The way he listened so intently, hanging on to every word I spoke. The way he held me close.

My parents have never been great listeners, but elves are notorious for being hyperactive and highly distractable, so I don’t blame them for always rushing onto the next thing when I’m talking. But it felt good to be heard and seen. And to feel special. It’s undeniable that Kilgore is quickly becoming someone I care about. Although, I still have not forgotten the fact that he’s holding me against my will. Though with the mountain of snow outside, it’s not like I can go anywhere even if he were to set me free, so I may as well enjoy my prison sentence and my captor’s company.

Just thinking of his incredible mouth has me getting wet between my legs. His tongue is something magical. Long and thick. And he knows how to use it to bring me extreme pleasure. A pleasure I’m now longing for between my legs.

“Gods, I can smell you all the way down the hall, little one.” He takes two strides and is climbing onto the bed. His hands grip my legs and drag me towards him. His head drops and he sniffs between my thighs, inhaling deeply, as if he’s an animal scenting his mate. When his eyes look up, they’re glowing bright— yet there’s no threat. “Need you to feed me, Red. I’m starving.”

I grip the bottom of my shirt and begin to slide it up my legs, feeling the tingles from his hungry stare crawling up the inside of my thighs. A growl roars out of him as I finally reveal my slickened privates. “This what you want, Kilgore?” His tongue darts out and licks the air on a grunt, the vein in his neck straining as he holds himself back. A wildebeest would’ve torn me to shreds by now, but my giant’s behaving himself so well.

I think it’s time to reward him for his patience. I run my fingers through his hair and grip the dark, thick strands. Using his head as leverage, I pull myself up to his mouth, grinding down hard against his lips. Working myself over his tongue. I’m burning up. My pussy slickening with every lick. His groans are a cadence to the pleasure that’s building deep within my womb. My pace is quickening. Heart rate pounding. And my need is overpowering.

He suddenly rolls to his back, taking me with him on a roar, devouring me like a wildebeest devouring its prey.

“Kilgore! Gods, it’s coming!”

He grips me tighter, pushing and pulling me over his lips faster. I’m no longer in control. He’s the one moving my body while I hold on to his head for dear life, bouncing like a rag doll, as the lust builds to a tight crescendo. It’s better than Christmas morning. The tightening. The pull. The shocks that are crashing in. It’s all more exhilarating than any surprise I’ve ever experienced. When his thumb presses against my rear entrance, shocking me with another rush of tingles, I’m gifted with another surprise. And it sends me right over the edge.

My orgasm takes charge and sieges through me, making me feel pure joy and merriment as my body gets wrapped up in ribbons of bliss. Gods, it’s euphoric. I don’t understand why the elves back home don’t talk about this. It’s better than Christmas. Better than presents and glitter. It’s better than sugar cookies. Goodness, I want more, yet when I hear his stomach rumble like a lion, I realize he needs to eat real food.

“Did you make pancakes?” I ask, inhaling the rich scent that’s still lingering in the air.

“I did. Come. It’s time to feed you now.”

He raises off the bed and scoops me up in his arms. I giggle as he rushes me toward the kitchen, his smile making my chest warm. When we enter the living room, I can’t believe my eyes. He’s turned the place into a Christmas wonderland. There are glittery snowflakes dangling from the ceiling. Stockings hanging from the fireplace. And there’s a tree. A magnificent Christmas tree. Large and beautiful. Decorated with shimmering jewels and strings of lights. And under it…are presents wrapped in paintings. Goodness, it’s magical.

He places me down on my feet, and I turn to face him. “You did all this?”

“I wanted you to have a Christmas.”

The tears run down my cheeks, and I wrap myself around his waist and cling to him. No one’s ever done anything like this for me before. It’s so thoughtful. So sweet. It’s too much. He listened to every word, and he brought all my wishes to life.

“Thank you, Kilgore. It’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“I’m glad you like it, Little Red. I’m sorry you can’t be with your family.”

I look up, shaking my head. “I’m so happy I’m with you.” And it’s the honest truth. Christmas back home is exciting, but it’s never been something done special for me. But this… He did everything for me, including making my favorite Christmas breakfast, which I’m dying for a taste of.

“Are you going to feed me now?”

He gives me a wink and leads me to the kitchen table, placing me right on top of his lap then starts feeding me the most decadent pancakes I’ve ever eaten. This morning couldn’t get more magical.