Page 22 of Merry Cris Moose

The words hung between them, filled with a quiet promise. Keely rested her head against Cris’s shoulder. For now, they allowed themselves to savor the peace, knowing the storm was coming.

“We’ve done all we can do for the night. Let’s head home,” Cris murmured, his voice rough with need as he took her hand.

She followed him into the warmth and intimacy of what was now their cabin, turning to face him as he closed the door. He reached for her and began to peel away the layers of clothing as she did the same for him. They stood in the soft glow of the firelight, watching each other.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “You’re everything I didn’t know I needed and even more than I ever wanted.”

He led her into the bedroom and helped her into bed with reverent hands. A shiver raced up her spine as he kissed her belly before moving lower, parting her thighs with a gentleness that belied his fiery gaze.

“I’ve been dreaming about this all day. That’s wrong, right? We’re trying to save Christmas, and I keep thinking about feasting on your pussy,” he said with a chuckle.

Cris’s hands were a soft whisper against her heated skin, grazing her nipples and sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. A quiet moan escaped her lips as he silenced any doubts she had about the toy or their relationship. Her hands fisted the sheets as he settled in—nuzzling, licking, sucking and nipping at her. The tension within her coiled tighter, each pull of his lips drawing her closer to the edge of ecstasy she now knew to expect with him.

“Cris,” she gasped, her voice breaking on his name.

“That’s right baby, come for me,” he murmured between kisses, his voice rough and raw from his own need.

The world narrowed down to the sensation of his mouth, the mastery of his touch, and the overwhelming certainty that she was about to shatter into thousands of pieces. When the climax hit, it was like a supernova inside her, dazzling and all-consuming. Her back arched off the bed, every muscle tense as wave after wave of ecstasy ripped through her.

Keely cried out, a testament to the amazing revelation he never failed to bring forth from her depths. It left her breathless and clinging to the remnants of earth-shattering bliss.

As the aftershocks of her climax subsided, Cris’s movements became a languid crawl up her body, his skin scorching all along hers. Her hands found him, hard and insistent, and she wrapped her fingers around his length. His breath hitched as she beganto stroke, a rhythmic pull that matched the still-rapid beating of her heart.

“Cris,” she murmured, feeling the raw power of his need pressing into her palm.

The corners of his mouth lifted in a half-smile filled with promise before his lips crushed against hers. The kiss was a maelstrom, devouring any remnants of restraint. Here in this time and in this place, there was only the two of them, the heat of their bodies entwined, and the thundering pulse of desire that demanded fulfillment.

His length pressed at her entrance and with a gentle but firm push, he entered her. The fullness, the intimate connection, sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her.

“Cris…” The word was a sigh and a prayer as she wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him deeper.

He moved strong and steady within her, each thrust punctuated by a shared breath, a shared heartbeat. They moved in sync, a dance as old as time yet as fresh and new as the first time.

The world outside ceased to exist. Nothing could touch her here, not the shadows of doubts nor the whispers of fear of what might come. In Cris’s arms, entwined with his soul, she felt invincible.

He quickened the rhythm, a crescendo of motion and emotion that spiraled tighter with every thrust. The heat of his body seared against hers, an inferno that promised to consume them both. Keely clung to Cris, her fingers digging into the cords of muscle along his back, each movement driving them both closer to the edge.

“Cris,” she gasped, her voice hitching as the building pleasure coiled within her. With every stroke, he hit a depth that sent the lights of the Aurora Borealis bursting behind her closed eyelids.

“That’s my good mate,” he praised, his breath hot against her ear, his voice a rough whisper that wove through the haze of her senses.

And with those words, the explosion of bliss was blinding, all-consuming. Her body shook with the force of it, waves of ecstasy rolling through her in a relentless cascade. She cried out, a sound that echoed off the walls, raw and full of wonder.

“God, yes… Keely,” Cris groaned, his own release following close on the heels of her own. She felt him shudder, his body tensing above her in powerful spasms, and then he collapsed, his weight a comforting pressure that anchored her to the here and now.

Lying beneath him, she held him close, feeling the aftershocks tremble through them both. A profound stillness enveloped the room, their mingled breaths the only sound. His heartbeat pounded against her chest, a drumbeat that matched her own.

In that moment, wrapped in the sanctuary of Cris’s arms, she dared to hope, dared to believe.

“Stay with me,” he whispered into the quiet, his voice barely there but heavy with desire.

“Always,” she answered, her lips sealing the vow.

The following day, Cris was up earlier than usual. He wanted to check their defenses and wanted her to sleep. When she woke, she got dressed and headed to the workshop. The elves had been at it all night, and she sent them to their beds to rest. If Cris was right, they were going to need all their energy before the day was through.

Keely felt the chill before she saw him. The temperature in the workshop dropped so suddenly, it was as though the warmth and life had been sucked from the air. Her breath fogged in front of her as she turned, heart pounding, to see Frost stepping through the doorway, his form cutting an imposing figure against the soft glow of the workshop’s lights. His eyes gleamed with malevolent intent, cold and sharp like shards of ice.

"Well, well," Frost said with a slow, predatory smile, his voice sending a shiver down Keely’s spine. "I see I’ve come just in time. You’ve created something very special, haven’t you?"

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