Page 9 of Oh Christmas Tree
She smiles. “I know.” Then she laughs. “This is the weirdest conversation I have ever had in my entire life.”
Her smile is mesmerizing, and it makes my heart glow. “So… what now?” I ask.
“Now, I need a drink.”
10
CHLOE
The freaking Christmas tree is a, what do you call someone like that? Not a person. “What do I call you? And where do you come from?”
They give me a funny look, and I rephrase. “What are your pronouns?”
Their look turns confused. “I am Ced, of the Tree People. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“Yes, but are you…” I point towards their groin, where everything is just all bark.
A cheeky grin appears on their face. “I can grow whatever you like…”
I take a step further and place both my hands on their side. “Sooooo, if I touch you here…”
“Lower,” they whisper in a husky voice.
I bite my lip. I really shouldn’t be doing this. “I shouldn’t…” I manage to get out as my hands continue their exploration.
“Why not? Are you not attracted to me?”
“Yes, I am, but…”
“Then what does it matter between two consentingadults? I think you are the most stunning creature I have seen in ages. There is something about you that calls to me.” I feel the soft stroke of vines at my back, pulling at the hem of my sweater. “I am only here for a few days. The magic that keeps me here is strongest during Yule, it will disappear on New Year’s Eve…”
“So, it will be like a Christmas fling?” I bite my lip as they step into my space a little more, enveloping me in their presence.
“If that’s what you want to call it, then yes.” They lean in and kiss my neck. It feels as good as I remember.
I melt against them, and that’s when I decide to throw caution to the wind. “Okay.”
They pull away, and their sparkling eyes meet mine. “Yes?” they say with a smile.
“Yes,” I repeat, and they kiss me with all that they have. The kiss is still gentle, but there’s an urgency to it that was missing yesterday.
We are still at the back window, and Ced steps forward and pushes me against the glass. The cold of the glass and the heat of their touch are intoxicating, and I shiver.
“Are you cold?” they whisper between kisses, but I shake my head.
“Not for long.” And I continue my exploration of their body. The bark is thick, but I can feel hints of muscles underneath, and the roughness is making me feel dainty and feminine. It’s a perfect match against my soft curves. There’s a hint of an ass, and as I slide my hands forward, they groan.
“Chloe.”
My name is like a whisper in the wind, but I feel it in every fibre of my being. The desire they feel is nearly visible, and I grind myself against them, shamelessly. Vines, or tiny branches, I don’t know, are all over my body, curling around my upper leg, teasing my pussy, while others are playingwith my breasts, which I was airing out underneath my sweater.
I rub my hand between their legs, and something pushes against it, growing with every rub until I can wrap my hand around. Soft and velvety to the touch, it keeps growing, and when I squeeze, I find a firm, slightly spongy appendix.
I tear my mouth from Ced’s, eager to take a look at their… penis? I gasp when I look down; it looks like a mushroom, only a lot more appealing. “That is one big package you have there, Ced…”
They grin. “Want to find out how it feels?”
Do I? Am I that adventurous? Ced rubs up against me, nipping at my earlobe. “There are spores that will make you feel really, really good…”
