Chapter 12

12

Kilgore

“ Y ou ready to open your presents now, my darling elf?”

She nods her little head eagerly, so I lift her up from my lap and take her to the tree. I sit her down on the flannel blanket then hand her one of her presents. She has a dozen to open, and I can’t wait to see what she thinks of them. I worked all night, wanting to give her something special today so she didn’t feel sad or homesick.

“Wow, Kilgore.” Her smile is radiant, and my heart gives me a good thump in the chest. “You made this?”

“Yes.” I nod.

“It’s incredible.” She shakes the globe in her hand, watching as the snow floats down around the carved wooden snowflake, painted in shimmering colors just like the cookie she’d decorated. “It’s the prettiest snow globe I’ve ever seen.” I hand her another, eager for more of her smiles. Eager to make her happy.

Her reaction is even brighter when she sees the ornament dangling in the center of the next one with glitter floating all around it. “Oh, I love it.” She looks up, and her eyes are sparkling like the glitter. “It’s so perfect. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Little Red. Now, open the rest.” She excitedly unwraps each one, giggling and cooing over every detail of my carvings painted to look like all the things she cherishes about Christmas. When she opens the last one, the one of a girl in a little red cape, kissing a giant while little hearts float around them like loving wishes, she grows quiet.

She places it on the ground and then stands. There’s a look in her eyes that has my breath seizing in my chest. “Thank you,” she says, coming towards me. “This has been the best Christmas I’ve ever had. No one has ever done anything so sweet for me, Kilgore. No one has ever made me feel so special.”

That’s a relief to hear. I didn’t want her to be sad on her favorite day of the year; that would’ve crushed me.

“You are special, Little Red.”

She stops between my spread legs, and I sit up straight on the couch, looking right into her beautiful eyes. They remind me of Christmas. Green emeralds shimmering with flecks of gold just like the lights twinkling on the tree. Her rosy red lips the color of the holly berries strung over the fireplace. Her scent the smell of fresh baked sugar cookies with a touch of her unique essence. Everything about her makes me feel warm and cozy inside. Like it’s a holiday. And the joy she described is happening in my heart.

“Thank you so much for all my special presents, Kilgore.” She wraps her hands around my neck, her fingers running up the base of my head, sending tingles down my spine. “They are all so beautiful.”

Her stare burns into my glowing eyes as her breaths start coming in quickly. There’s something about this little elf that calls to my inner beast. She makes my predatory instincts surface when there’s no threat in the proximity, but I need to protect her with every ounce of my being. “My favorite snow globe”—she bites down on her lower lip as her eyes drop to my mouth—“is the one of the giant kissing his Little Red.”

She leans forward, and her lips brush across mine, slowly, like a feather teasing across my skin. My tongue peeks its way out, seeking a taste of her sweetness. She gently licks against me, and it’s like a snowflake landing right on the tip of my tongue. I reach for her delicate cheeks and hold my precious girl as she takes what she wants from me. My mouth soaking up all her hungry attention.

Her lips become more insistent, and her little tongue is desperately seeking more. Our difference in size couldn’t be more apparent. I thought she’d be repulsed by my largeness, but she isn’t disgusted by my massive tongue. Instead, she’s pulling me closer, trying to get more. Her hands clinging tighter. Her entire mouth suctioning around my appendage, running the heat right down to my cock.

She sucks harder, forcing me deeper into her mouth, drawing me to the back of her throat. I don’t want to push past her comfort zone and make her choke on my large tongue. When her sweet scent fills my nostrils, I know she’s dripping between her legs. My kiss is exciting her, and Gods, that makes my dick stand proud. When she suddenly pulls away, I groan, trying to pull her back. I need more. But my little red has something else in mind.

She tugs from my grip and drops to her knees in front of me.

“It’s time for me to give you your present now, Kilgore.”

Her little hands reach for my pants, and my stomach tightens with excitement. My cock is spewing its joy at the thought of what’s to come. I’ve never known the touch of a woman. Never thought I ever would. My brothers said I would die a virgin because I’m repulsive to females. But here this little one is, licking her lips as she works my manhood through the slot of my boxers.

I tremble at the touch of her smooth hands wrapping around me. The cum is already running down my shaft. Her stare alone is going to send me over the edge. Those emerald beauties are heated with hunger, not fear. Her little hands are exploring my length and girth, feeling over every vein and ridge, tickling right under the head of my dick and making me nearly spew my entire load. If she’s not careful, I’ll be giving her a cum shower.

“You’re so big, Kilgore.” I’m too big for her little mouth, but it’s not deterring her from dropping her head and kissing over the slit at the end, running her tongue up and down my seam, licking up my milk. “And you taste so good.” Her whisper casts over the end of my dick as she pushes forward, trying to take the tip of me into her mouth. My head falls back as a heavy pulsing begins in my balls. There’s a surge of heat coursing up my shaft. Her mouth is magic. And...I’m never going to last.

I grip her head, ready to pull her off, but she suctions tighter on the end and it’s too late. I’m coming down her throat, flooding her little mouth with my seed. Feeding her my full load of milk. It’s beyond anything I imagined. A battleground of pleasure is warring inside me. My entire body is taking strike after strike of intense shocks. A feverish heat coming over me, as desire swirls in my veins. Magic. Her mouth is pure magic.

“You are my new favorite Christmas treat,” she says as she climbs up onto my lap, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “Did I do okay, Kilgore?”

Is she kidding?

“It was the most amazing Christmas present I’ve ever received. My naughty little elf has one very magical little mouth.”

Her smile is even better than the gift I just received. All I truly want is her happiness. And I’m amazed that bringing me pleasure brings her joy.