6. Rune

RUNE

N ibbling on Chloe increases my craving. I want to taste all of her, from her tiny, dainty, manicured toes to the soft, wavy blonde locks on her head. This sprite of a woman is everything I had no idea I needed in my life.

A quick glance around Santa’s Village reveals no one around to witness the depravity I’m keen to pleasure Chloe with. Gently placing her in Santa’s chair, I strip off my big red coat, lock the door to the chalet they have us set up in, and turn around to find my woman squirming and flushed with anticipation.

I won’t fuck her here tonight, but I intend to get my taste of her. “Remove your stockings,” I growl, sounding feral even to my ears. I’ve always felt more animal than man, and now I know why. She has turned me into a predator. “Good girl,” I moan. “Now spread your legs.” I bite my lip as she opens wide, the edge of her skirt hiding what I want most.

Chloe’s eyes flutter and cheeks flush as I slowly approach, taking the steps up to the chair platform in one giant leap. Dropping to my knees in front of her, I grip each calf and lift her legs over the arms of the chair, making sure she’s fully exposed for me.

“We’re not fucking here, but I’m getting a thorough taste of this pussy before I take you home.” She squirms and gasps, making a sound of agreeance.

“Mmmkay.” I grin at her breathless sigh. This woman is so far gone that I could do nearly anything I wanted to her.

Gliding my rough hands along her thighs, I dig my fingers into her muscular flesh, massaging her while maintaining eye contact. Every time my fingers get close to her apex, she holds her breath. Each time I dig my fingers into her thighs, and she tenses, I want to bite her. I want to mark Chloe Ruin as mine forever.

“Rune, please.” That whine is music to my ears.

“Hold your skirt up,” I direct, and she moves quickly. “Gorgeous,” I hiss, licking my lips like I’m about to settle into my last meal. The gusset of her panties is soaking wet and glued to her pussy lips, making my mouth water until I feel like I’m drooling.

“Taste me.” Her husky voice is like a balm washing over me, and I could listen to her all day long.

“My pleasure,” I whisper against the inside of her thigh, placing a gentle kiss as I grip her panties and yank them right off her body. The tearing of lace is like a punch of noise in the otherwise silent room. Getting my first look at her, my eyes can’t focus in one spot.

Her wispy blonde curls match the ones covering her sex; her puffy lips beg for me to suck on them. Her clit peeks out of its hood, waiting on me to kiss it. I don’t know where I want to taste her first.

Meeting her wide-eyed stare, I move forward slowly before opening my mouth wide and tasting all of her at once. Groaning at my first sample, I force her legs to open farther while lifting her to my mouth and French kissing the opening of her pussy.

I register her cries of pleasure, the gasps of surprise when I begin tongue-fucking her, and her moans as I bring her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm before backing off so she can’t plummet over the edge.

“Fuck me,” I grunt when I draw back to inhale her musky sweet scent. “Never enough.” I’m barely making sense now. I can’t think straight when I have Chloe’s flavour in my mouth. “More,” I growl, the sound vibrating my chest.

My dick is so hard it tries to punch its way through the loose-fitting pants I’m wearing, the belt doing nothing to deter the beast. I honestly worry about how savagely I’m going to fuck my woman when I manage to get home and pin her to my bed. I don’t think I’ll be satisfied with one romp. I’ll need dozens, maybe more, to even begin to slate the lust I have for her.

“Rune, I’m going to…going to come.” Her breathless cry is matched by the way she grips my long hair and forces my face deeper into her pussy. Torturous licks followed by merciless flicks of my tongue across her clit have her screaming out in no time. My ears ring with the sound, and no matter how much she convulses and attempts to pull away, I don’t stop.

I’m fucking greedy for her pleasure. I need so much more than she’s likely prepared to give, and I won’t stop until I get it. “More.” I bite her clit, and she jumps, exploding and gushing out her pleasure. Drinking her down, I must let go of one leg so I can squeeze the fuck out of my dick. I’m ready to bust from just her taste and reactions. I’ve never been so turned on before.

“Oh my god. No more. I can’t take anymore.” She tries pushing me away, but I double down. Holding her steady with my hands while sucking on her clit and flicking it with my tongue. Again, refusing her attempts at pushing me away, I encourage her with groans of my own, unable to curtail the sounds of my pleasure over the chorus of hers.

“I’m gonna…oh god…Rune, please!” she screams again, mixing in with whimpers as she twitches and convulses in my grip.

Backing off a little, I stop flicking her clit and simply breathe against her. That seems to be just as bad. As our eyes meet, I’m not sure she even registers me. Her eyes are glossy and clouded over, her lip swollen from biting it too hard, and she can’t catch her breath.

Deciding to give her a break, I gently lick up and down her cunt until she’s calmed down before moving up her body. Unbuttoning her sweater, I open it up to reveal her bra-covered breasts.

Helping her sit forward, I pull the garment off, unhook her bra, and drop both next to the chair. “I don’t think I can come again,” she whispers, sounding slightly drunk.

“Okay.” I’ll back off her pussy, but these beautiful globes in front of me are mine for the taking. Scooping up some of her pussy juice, I draw circles with my finger around one nipple until it’s peaked to perfection, then, nibbling along the flushed skin, I lick across it before doing the same to the other, kissing and wrapping my lips around each nipple and sucking gently, not wanting to hurt her but needing her to know I was there.

Her fingers brush through my thick hair as she holds me to her chest, forcing more of her tit into my mouth as I continue to suckle tenderly. She’s a perfect mouthful, and as she begins to moan and squirm, I get a little rougher, biting and pulling before licking softly.

Chloe is sensitive to my touch, it would seem, because I can feel her trembling beneath me. Switching nipples, I give it the same attention, but this time, I slide my hand down her body.

Slipping two fingers into her pulsing cunt, I reach as far as I can before massaging her g-spot, sending her screaming over the edge. This time, however, she passes out once her body releases the pressure built up inside of her.

I should be concerned, but I’m a bit like a peacock. Ready to pridefully show off my feathers over how well I pleasured my mate.

With one last kiss between her breasts, I whip off my shirt and use it to clean her up before tugging on her stockings and wrapping her up in my humongous jacket.

Once everything is cleaned up and there’s no trace of what I did to her, aside from the scent of her desire, I shut off the lights, lock up, and carry my naughty elf out the back door to my truck.

Chloe gives a little shiver as we step outside before settling down and cuddling into me. I can’t help thinking how right this feels–me carrying my woman around after blowing her mind. Hell, she’s so tiny, I could carry her everywhere and never grow tired.

Putting her in the back seat to lie down, I wrap her up in the blanket I keep in the truck and begin the trek home. The drive is only about thirty minutes outside of town. I spend it watching the darkened roads carefully, not wishing to hit any wildlife or black ice from the recent snowfall.

As soon as I turn down the driveway to my cabin, I notice Bear napping in his usual spot on my front porch. Once my headlights catch his attention, he lifts his head and begins sniffing the air, already sensing that I have a guest with me.

I don’t understand how this polar bear came to trust me or why, but I can’t say I don’t enjoy his company. He’s more like a huge puppy than a vicious bear most days. That doesn’t mean I’m dumb enough to lower my guard with him completely. He could absolutely turn on me or anyone he encounters for any reason. He’s a wild animal, after all.

Bear ambles down the porch, chuffing and making bear noises while I get a still passed-out Chloe from the back. As soon as the door shuts, he lifts on his back legs, waiting for me to bring her over–it’s how he greets all new people. It’s not often they come back, though.

Cautiously, I stop next to him, and he carefully sniffs the top of Chloe’s head before grunting and heading back to the woods, where he came running out of yesterday.

Opening the front door, which I’ve never locked, I take Chloe straight up to our bed. Stripping off her clothes, I settle her under the covers, where she sighs and burrows in.

After removing everything but my briefs, I head to the corner fireplace to get it going. It’ll be chilly tonight, and this will keep us comfortable.

As the flames come to life, I turn on the twinkle lights covered by garland on the railing overlooking the cabin's first floor, and I hear her smoky voice.

“Rune, come to bed.” She pulls the blankets back to reveal her nude body in welcome. “Please.”

Who the hell am I to say no to that?