Hunted in Holly

Chapter 12

Both of us drenched to the bone, I threw her over my shoulder and darted for the shoreline. Ice cracked and separated beneath my heels, and my swift, agile movements were the only thing keeping us from returning to that watery grave.

The gusts had only gotten stronger and colder. The short day neared its end, and fresh snowflakes had started to fall. Our waterlogged clothing froze on our bodies, and I was shattering stiff material just to keep moving. My whole body was numb and begging to shut down, and it was only my adrenaline that kept me animated.

At the edge of the lake, I increased my speed, and I launched myself in a speed skating jump to escape the quickly disintegrating platform. I landed on my back in a snow bank, having twisted to cushion her fall, then wasted not another second getting into the shelter of the trees. I needed warmth, and I needed to block the wind.

It was too far to take her all the way back to my home before frostbite started kicking in, and the chill of my own wet clothing was quickly turning into a brutal prison. I got us to a particularly dense section of Ponderosa pines, whose thick and tall trunks, paired with much higher branches, created a natural storm shelter. I started gathering up shed branches to make her a bed in the snow.

I dropped her into the pine needles, then took a few more moments to build a quick fire. The forest was alive, and the fresh and wet wood didn’t burn the best, but a little fire magic was enough to start a small, life-giving burn.

I shed my wet clothing next, then I turned to my unconscious queen and started removing her coat, her boots, and her base layers. Her lips were slightly blue, while her skin was a new shade of white, as the low temperatures sapped all color from her flesh .

I stripped her down to nothing, and I cradled her body against mine to share my body heat as directly as I could. As a Saint, I could only be killed by losing my connection between my heart and my mind, but her immortality was foiled by the elements. While she would never age past her prime, and a lost limb or blood loss was inconsequential, frostbite or fire was a recipe for easy death. It wasn’t terribly difficult to murder a simple deity.

I might even say it was downright easy, considering a lowly demon had managed.

I kept her naked body against my chest, until her heart rate and her breathing started to stabilize between us.

Caroline was so small and fragile in my arms. Her fighting spirit was larger than life, while her vessel was small and petite. She was a beautiful contradiction from beginning to end. I nuzzled into her soft hair, and smiled quietly at this rare, peaceful moment.

The sun had set completely now, and it was just the two of us, a campfire, and a vicious blizzard raging around the trees.

I’d stay with her for the night, just to assure she woke again. Her trap had been clever, indeed, but I’d been hasty in turning the tables. She truly brought out another side of me.

The growl of a beast rumbled from the other side of my small, circular pine forest, and I stilled and listened to pinpoint its location.

I set Caroline safely in the pine needle bed, close to the fire, but not too close, then I rose to my feet to shoo away the beast .

A large Yeti was stalking my camp, and I didn’t give it time to reconsider its life choices before I had it knocked cold and skinned. The falling snow and the energy of the forest would heal the magic beast within the week, so it was of little detriment to a yeti. But its fur could save my queen’s life, so it was of great value to me.

The threat neutralized, I returned to camp and created a new, warm, more comfortable bed that would help her last through the night. I laid her down in the beautiful, silken soft, platinum fur, and I admired the artfulness of her fragile body snuggled in a monster’s pelt, knowing she contained a spirit more fierce than all the beasts combined.

I knelt beside her, and leaned over to brush her hair out of her face. She turned her head toward my warm touch, craving me even in sleep.

My throat bobbed, while that tiny gesture sent pure need straight to my cock. Her soft skin was still as white as the blizzard outside our campfire, and as I trailed my touch down her neck—as I cupped her small breast that fit entirely in my palm, then spread my fingers down her abdomen, I found her every bit as soft and inviting as the champagne powder of winter.

My heat will help to keep her alive , I told myself, as I repositioned on the fur rug to settle between her legs. Her soft thighs were sin in my hands, and I found myself idly stroking up and down that sensitive skin from her knees to her apex.

My body wanted hers as if she’d been written into my very DNA, and having her so naked and open was unfair temptation.

But she was a virgin. Her first time with me couldn’t be while she was unconscious. I needed her to see how her body took me. I wanted her to feel it all, and truly understand how perfectly we fit together.

The thought alone had me fully erect, and the image in my mind was almost enough to finish me then and there.

I spread her thighs just a little more, just to see the way her pussy glistened for me. I was sure she was dreaming about me, just from the micro shifts in her expression, every time I stroked those strong, well-built thighs.

I grabbed my cock, and I watched every quiver of her lips, the rise and fall of her perfect breasts, and the idle twitches of her resting, fully exposed body. I started stroking myself at a slow and excruciating rate, imagining how delicately I would take her the first time. I would let her body get used to my size first. I’d let her learn my cock until her tight cunt was shaped only for me, and then I’d start picking up the pace, harder and harder, branding her with my strength.

I’d fuck her until she forgot how she felt without me inside her.

Biting my lip, I leaned over her, and I kept looking at the adorable, sleeping face. I used my thumb to swipe the precum from my head, then I slipped that same thumb between her lips. I held her by her chin, tugging her mouth open just enough so I could watch as my fluids spread over her taste buds. Still unconscious, she let out the quietest whimper, and fuck if that didn’t make me need her all the more.

Using every ounce of discipline and restraint that I could find, I touched my tip to her navel, then I slid down her body, and threaded myself through the lips of her pussy. I dragged my shaft through her folds, then pressed forward again, letting myself imagine what it would feel like to be inside of her instead of on top of her.

“Friction will help warm you up, Sweet Noel.” I whispered against her cheek as I drove my cock through her lips again. I ground my length along her clit, then I pushed forward and back and forward again. I didn’t need my hand anymore, when her hips bucked instinctually to keep us connected.

While imprisoned by dreams, she wanted me so badly she couldn’t help herself. Next time she awoke, I’d assure her reality matched her filthy imagination.

I kept riding her, doing my best to resist going too far, until I felt myself teetering on the verge of madness. My breathing was ragged and uneven against her neck, while I was so fucking hard it hurt. A slow pulse climbed up the thick veins of my cock, and I stopped fighting my need for release. My lungs hitched, and my heart damn near stopped when all of my want and desire burst on her stomach, her chest, and her breasts. I took a ten count to gather my wits about me before I pulled back to see what I’d done.

Thick, creamy, white liquid painted her abdomen. I spread my fingers through my come, and rubbed it into her porcelain skin, enjoying the way the moonlight illuminated my seed on her tits.

So, so dirty.

I leaned down and licked along the contour of her breast, just to taste our mixed flavors. I wanted to lick her clean, and never stop devouring this brilliant dessert.

But tonight, I’d let her go. Once again, I’d let her have another day, just to see what else she might come up with. It was riveting the way she thought, plotted, and dodged me. Foreplay was so important, after all.

Taking one last taste of her cinnamon, cherry skin, I climbed off her bare form, and started gathering up my clothing. The fire had dried out both of our coats, though I’d have to return to the fortress to get a new pair of boots. It would have been nice to have spent the night holding her close, enjoying the sweet scent of her sex covered body, but she’d left me with little choice but to leave her.

Then again, it was better to let her believe she’d survived one more night away from my grasp. I liked her unbroken confidence, and I wanted to see what else she had in store for me.

With a sorrowful goodbye, I dressed her again, then bundled her tightly in the warm fur of the yeti, before I started heading home for the night.

One more day, and then I would make her mine. The wait would make it so, so much sweeter.