Chapter 4

4

Kilgore

S leep is never going to find me in this excruciating state. My body is on fire. The shaft between my legs is so stiff it could cut down a tree. And she keeps squirming against me in her sleep, rubbing over it with that scrumptious little rump which reminds me of a juicy apple. I grab ahold of it, locking her in place to keep it from teasing my restraints, but realize my mistake the second I get my hands on her. It’s firm and ripe and has me wanting to sink my teeth into it.

When a soft whimper hits my ears, I release her and quickly climb off the bed. She rolls to her back giving me the full view of her little form, her cape hanging open, allowing me to see the two little slopes that sit on her chest, perfect little mounds that my hands are suddenly itching to squeeze. Her waist is small, but her hips are deliciously curvy.

The image of them wrapped around my head as I drill into her tiny frame with my tongue forms in my thoughts. Gods, I need air! I stalk from the room and make my way outside into the frigid night air, sucking in a deep icy breath to calm my nerves. The storm is coming; I can smell it. And once it hits, we’ll be snowed in until the spring. I’ll be locked away with that fiery little elf who is making me want things only the monsters of the South Pole should want.

I grab my axe from the log it’s wedged in and head to the woods, taking a hard whack into the side of a giant pine. Chopping wood has always calmed me in the past, but with each slice into the giant tree, my adrenaline only ramps, my animal only becomes more feral. That girl is unbearably tempting. Every part of her makes my mouth water. Her hair. Her smell. Her fire. She riles my nerves and makes my shaft so hard it could chop down this tree.

I drop the axe and shove my hand inside my pants, grabbing onto my pained dick. Her pretty face comes to mind as I pull it out and begin to stroke. I think of her angelic frame sprawled out on my bed like a snow-angel. All her petite perfection on display and ready for the taking. I imagine storming back into my room and tying her wrists to my headboard, keeping her at my mercy. Then…I’d tear the clothing from her body and savor every inch. Devour her slowly. Taste every part until I’ve had my fill. Until I have her coming on my tongue.

My big hands would start with her small chest, grope her little ripe mounds. I’d tweak the pointed tips that are perched on the tops of them, squeeze them within my palms. I’d pinch and pull until she’s writhing on my sheets begging for more. That’s when I’d run my huge fingers down and explore between her legs. I’d feel her little cunt and pet her nice and slow, tickling her until she’s out of her mind with need. Then I’d sink inside her tight body and fuck her with my thick digit, watching as my long finger slides in and out of her little hole. Watch as her innocent body sucks me in and her juices run down my wrist.

Gods! The cum comes spurting from my dick, turning to ice as it hits the ground. The roar that escapes my chest has the tree I was cutting splintering. The giant pine crashes down and a loud rumble begins beneath my feet. I rush back toward the mouth of my cave right as the avalanche hits and a giant mountain of snow lands in front of me, blocking our way to the Enchanted Forest. It looks like my Little Red won’t be going home anytime soon, even if I was willing to release her. We’ll be snowed in until spring. Just me and my pretty little elf. Alone. No one to bother us. No one to come and take her away from me. None of my family trying to steal my most precious possession. Not that I’d ever let them.

“Kilgore!” Her little body rushes toward me as I enter the house. She wraps her arms around my waist, seeking safety, and making my heart pound hard. “What happened? I was awoken by a terrifying noise and then the bed was rattling. Was there an earthquake?”

I reach down and lift my pretty one up into my arms, tucking her close. “It’s okay, my darling Little Red. It was just an avalanche.”

“An avalanche?” Her green eyes grow wide with shock. “So did the snow fall from the top of the mountain?”

“Yes, Little Red. It looks like we’ll be snowed in until spring. Now, let’s get you back to bed.”

“Spring?” Her shriek echoes throughout the hall as I carry her back down to our room. The beast between my legs is no longer sated now that I’m touching her again. Her sugary sweet scent has managed to destroy the calm that had settled over me, and now all those wicked thoughts are flooding back in.

“Yes. Spring,” I answer, placing her back down on the bed.

“But I’m going to miss Christmas. And the cookie contest. The tree lighting and presents. I’m going to miss the New Year’s Eve Ball.”

Her panicked voice has me running my fingers down her head and cupping her heart-shaped cheeks. “I’m sorry, Little Red. But there’s no way through the mountain of snow out there. We won’t be able to get through until it melts.” Which means my hunting season is over. The boogeymen and all the other trespassers will have to be dealt with by my family who are on the other side of the snow fortress. A fact I’m surprisingly not too upset over. Now, I’ll have more time to devote to my little elf and all her delicious needs.

“But I’ve never missed a Christmas.” Her shoulders deflate and it’s as though her soul has been sucked out of her. This little elf lives for the holiday. A holiday I’ve never celebrated on account of always having to work that day. This time of year has always been our busiest for protecting the realm, too many nasty monsters trying to creep in and steal the magic, wanting to ruin Christmas. Therefore, there’s never been time to celebrate. Up until now.

“I’ve never celebrated Christmas.” I sit down on the bed and pull her up onto my lap. “Can you tell me what happens, Little Red?” It’s been ages since I’ve read the books, and they were always about Santa and his reindeer, delivering presents to good girls and boys. Beyond that, I know nothing about what happens.

“You’ve never celebrated Christmas?” Her emerald eyes are staring at me as though she’s horrified by the fact. “But you giants are the Keepers of the realm, the protectors of Santa and Christmas magic. How can you not have any family traditions? Why do you not have any village celebrations? Why do you not celebrate Christmas?” She’s really upset by the fact.

“Because that’s the day that the magic is at its highest peak, so us giants need to be on guard.” But this year, my family will be the ones in charge of the hunt. I’ll be snowed in and incapacitated for once. They’ll actually have to lift a finger and do something while I’m tucked inside my cavern with my pretty little wife. I mean elf . Gods, I’m ill. I barely know the little one, yet I’m already picking out the name of our firstborn son: Brawn .

“I celebrate with rest once the day is done. It’s not a time of year I look forward to.” In fact, it’s usually a day I dread.

Another horrified expression mars her pretty features. “That’s so sad, Kilgore. Christmas is the most spectacular day of the year. It’s magical and joyful. And the absolute best.”

“To you it may be. But personally, I wish there was no Christmas.”

“What?” She shakes her head, suddenly struggling to get out of my hold. I go ahead and release the testy girl who seems angered by my comment. “Take it back. Don’t say such things. That’s the worst thing you could ever wish for.” I could think of worse things to wish for, but I’m not going to ruffle her little Christmas-loving feathers further, or she’ll despise me indefinitely.

“I’m entitled to my opinion, Little Red.”

“No. You’re wrong. You only feel that way because of your job.”

I shake my head. That may be part of my reason for hating the holiday, but it’s not my only one. “It’s a materialistic holiday, Lunabelle, and Santa and his elves have to slave away all year long to make everyone happy and then get nothing in return. You should be thanking me for saving you from a lifelong servitude of making toys for spoiled brats.”

“You truly are a monster.” She locks her jaw. “It is not a materialistic holiday. And I am not staying here with a giant who hates Christmas.”

She stomps past me and rushes out the door, which I’d carelessly forgotten to close upon entering. I’d been caught off guard by her clinging to me in fear, looking toward me for comfort, that I left it open. But I’m not worried. She won’t get anywhere with the mountain of snow as her roadblock or my huge feet trailing after her.