Monsters Under Mistletoe

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I nterval. Ice cream and dark beer. Return to a love scene.

Renée pressed to Eryri’s heart. He tipped backwards, malleable as snow, until she lay on his cushioned body. Their lips met, the same pure pleasure as taking a deep bite of ice cream. His tongue rose to hers, then surrendered with a small moan. She smiled against his lips. “Would you really give me everything I want right now?”

“Your whole life should be about getting what you want.” His kiss frosted and sweetened her. “Tell me what to do for you, Princess.”

“Keep kissing me.”

He dove to her neck, ice slid over her throat as he lapped. His tongue split forked. The twin points skated on her skin, multiplying every kiss. She shivered. She seized his hair. He moaned again, like branches cracking. The theatre swelled with the sound of fabric grazing and kisses breaking and resealing.

An avalanche roared inside Eryri. He wanted her to take him utterly. Did humans ever hoard?

His claws pricked around the buttons up the back of her gown. She tensed. He paused. She nudged her nose to his. “It's difficult, isn't it?”

“Hmm?”

“Not wanting to be seen but wanting to be touched. My skin, it's like this everywhere. Everywhere .” Her hair fell to hide her face. “I’ve only ever done this in total darkness.”

His heart almost broke that this precious woman could see herself as undesirable.

“I need you to think I'm pretty.”

He kissed her cheeks over and over, full of honour and desire. “Oh, Renée, I do, you have no idea. But it’s not about pretty tonight. I just want you, my princess, as you are.”

Steam clouded between their mouths as hot met cold. Her hips scooped to his. Waves crashed through his body. With a slick, prickling sensation, his cock swelled and sprouted from the slats between his legs where it stayed covered, tenting his jeans. Fear flashed inside him at the intensity, but he grounded himself in the yearning deeper than his flesh. “If you want to give me something beautiful, give me your pleasure, please.”

Her sigh washed his mind emerald-green.

Renée’s head clouded snowy pink. The craving for him smothered her anxiety. “Undress me.” The words left her like a spell.

His fingers flitted to her buttons.

“Use your mouth.”

His breath caught.

They moved to kneel on the stage. She leaned forward on her palms to present her back. His claws rested on her hips. His pointed teeth and tongue unhooked each button, followed by pressing his lips in a bloom of cool to her freshly exposed skin. The cold trickled slowly down her spine. It almost stung, but Eryri’s tenderness kept her on that brink where pleasure sparkles brightest. Her fingers curled on the floorboards as the gown wilted open.

She whipped around and pounced astride his lap. They rocked together, laughing. He hooked the drooping shoulders of her dress and looked at her, eyes pure crystal. She nodded. He gingerly peeled the bodice down, revealing red berry clusters on her chest and arms, the small mounds of her breasts separated by a fluting slope down to her bunched belly. Her nipples pricked at the nearness of him. He was like aloe. All the rough heat left her skin, replaced by a pooling heat between her legs. His eyes roved down her body, pupils filled with snowfall.

Eryri lost himself in rippling pleasure as her fingers wandered into his hair. There was something wolfish and mature about her that stirred him deep. He nuzzled into her shoulder. “I, um, I've never been with anyone before, like this. It's risky for me to be intimate.”

“Risky?” she stage-whispered playfully. “Is this the skin of a killer, Bella?”

“Nooo,” he chuckled. “It's…” His tongue rolled back. He couldn’t tell her how strongly he felt. Not yet. It would pressure her. But maybe he could show her how special she was. “Dragons don't do romance like humans. We don't fall in and out of feelings. We only fall in love once. Even if it doesn’t work out, it's irreversible. We call it Taniad . If I make a connection, it's with this anxiety that I’ll fall, and if they don't fall too, I'm done for. Forever.”

She shrunk back. “So, should we not...”

“No, no, with you…” He bit his lip. “You’re worth the risk.” He set his jaw. “The princess makes people believe in a happily ever after. I’ve always been so afraid of intimacy, but maybe tonight I can believe that, whatever happens, it’ll be OK. If Taniad takes me, I don’t expect anything of you. I’m willing to risk the thorns to kiss my princess, if you’ll let me.”

Renée rubbed his armoured shoulders. What if this Taniad struck? No… what if it didn’t? She glanced up at Carolina, a girl frozen between realms, wishing for true love. “You’re not the only one taking a risk, Eryri. And, to me, you feel so worth the risk.”

“Oh, Renée…”

They collapsed into a rush of kisses. She twined herself around him like mistletoe around a sturdy tree and devoured his candy-sweet mouth. Her body danced between caramel comfort and sharp excitement. “Can I undress you too?”

“Yes.”

She fumbled his buttons, giggling against his lips, and threw his shirt away. She tipped back to take him in. He looked like moonlight through rain, skin glass-smooth but bumped with scales. The ice-fire light fractured and glistened in countless stars over his body. His chest was plated, an impenetrable shield over his heart, but his belly was chubby and soft as a snowdrift, giving her the impulse to bury herself in cold cuddles. “I can’t believe you ever thought this was ugly.”

He blinked in slight bewilderment.

She smiled and pressed his chest. It took nothing to make him wilt, his powerful body falling like paper to lie pinned under her palm. She looked sidelong at the mound of oranges nearby and stretched to take the top one.

“What about bad luck?” he asked.

“It’s almost Christmas Eve. When I’m her, this is all mine anyway, isn’t it?”

“Everything’s yours tonight.”

Her pussy thrummed. She held out the orange. “Cut into it for me.”

His claw pierced the rind. Juice wept from the slit, the luscious scent seeping into the room as she half peeled it.

“Really, what are you doing?” he said with a smile.

“Showing you how delicious you are.”

She drank him in beneath her. One arm was cast up, so his bicep mounded and his veins glimmered in the candlelight. His lower body drowned in her ink-dark gown like a ship in a whirlpool. She squeezed the orange over his offered body in a long, sticky thread. Juice puddled in his belly button. She bent, covered it with her mouth, and sucked. Orange essence flooded her senses.

“God!” Eryri arched into her lips. His belly wasn’t scaled like the rest of him, temptingly vulnerable. His softness slipped between her teeth, and she nibbled him like marshmallow. She smacked her lips and sat straight, plucked ragged segments from the orange, and laid them across his chest, a platter for her pleasure. She slid along his zipper and threw her head back in a long moan as his thick hardness cleaved her pussy. He moaned with her. Both hands flung above his head. His claws carved deep grooves into the stage. She lunged forward and pinned his wrists. His eyes snapped open in thrill.

Whenever she imagined sex, she imagined this, a princess ruling. But that’s never how it went. Small, feminine girls were expected to submit, easy and light. But with Eryri, he was so strong, a dragon, and he was,

“Vanquished…” he sighed, eyes drifting closed again.

She dove for his chest like a falcon takes a hare. Orange slices split over her tongue. She sealed her mouth over his heart and sucked hard. “Hold me.” She pulled him to sit, thrusting his hands around her in skin-to-skin embrace. Ice shocked across her body. Her pussy squeezed and tingled. Her nipples turned to china. “Christ, Eryri!”

He cradled her, panting against her throat. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” She peeled off his torso and cupped his jaw. “You are so good.”

Candlelight washed his eyes. He turned to reach for an orange, deftly cutting out a segment that froze on the tip of his claw. She ran her tongue along the blade, catching the droplets, before popping the slice into her mouth. The freeze rushed to her head. Quenching ice gave way to a burst of sunshine. Eryri kissed her hungrily. Their tongues twined and passed the frozen fruit between them, sucking on its juice and each other, ice melting between their mouths. Her tongue stole the orange back and crushed it in her teeth, grinding it to pulp as she moaned.

Eryri drizzled juice over her breasts then lifted her. Her back arched, followed by the flow of her short, black hair. Her breasts pulled flat as she stretched, her ribs cresting, but under Eryri’s worshipful mouth, she didn’t feel small or girlish. She felt voluptuous and decadent. He sucked, scissoring her nipple with his forked tongue.

Each glance of his claws made her shiver. The theatre tipped around her, ethereal faces and flying figures in a turning wheel of fortune. Carolina crowned it all, the girl who could only be freed by true love.

The whole world tasted of oranges.

Nothing had ever tasted so good to Eryri as orange essence on Renée’s skin. Her fine fingers gripped him, like solid gold bands. She bucked lightly against his swell. His pulse hammered. He wanted to kiss every inch of her.

“That’s so good, good boy…” Her murmurs wrapped like fur around him. “God, I can feel you like I've never felt anyone.”

He faltered. “Really?”

She pecked his cheek. “What's wrong?”

He curled away a little. “It’s just, this is supposed to be about passion, and no matter how I feel inside, I’ve never been able to show passion, not the way a dragon is supposed to, the way people really… respond to, bold, fiery, overwhelming…”

“Oh, Darling, sssh.” Renée’s thumbs stroked his lips. “Change nothing. I’m so turned on, you're so, so sexy.”

He blushed. He cupped her cheek in the heel of his hand, resting on it like a peach on a branch. “Will you let me be gentle with you?”

Her hand laid over his, peach blossom. “Gentleness is still passion. It takes so much energy to care the way you do, the way you give attention and take your time. You do have a gwiber spirit. You are overwhelming, but like snow, an embrace that stills the world.” She pressed over his heart like she was holding it. “Show me your passion exactly as it lives for you. It's such an exciting part of you.”

Eyes pricking, he brought her into a kiss. He lightly placed the tips of his claws on her back and pipetted the smallest magic onto her skin. Stars of frost winked to life on her, flowering over her body. She made a piccolo sound and latched onto his chest. He halted. “Is it too much?”

Her eyes flashed to his, electric and elated. “No. Cold hands, warm heart, remember?”

He beamed in wonder. Everything that he’d always found so beautiful in winter, its sparkle, its grasp, the way it looked stark and perfect, then a second look revealed a galaxy of colour and change and oddities. He was holding all of it in his arms, and it wanted him back.

The frost glistened brighter, blurring her into the twinkling palace around her. She trembled in his lap and bit her lip. “Oh, but you’re wicked!”

He laughed and clicked his claws. The frost sprinkled from her, leaving sweet pink blushes among the cherry smears of acne. She looked like an orchard as blossom turns to fruit. She crept her fingers down over his belt. He pushed to her instinctively, ears fluttering. She paused and spoke gently. “We don't have to do anything you're not ready for.”

He shook his head. “I want it to be you.”

She kissed him slowly as she unfastened his jeans. She tugged them and his underwear down. He stopped her at the last second. “It’s, um, it’s draconic. So, you know, it’s weird.”

“It’s you and I want you.”

“You can have anything you want, Princess.”

He tangled his fingers in velvet and trusted her to unveil him.

Renée’s eyes widened as she saw Eryri’s cock. It was short, but broad, more the shape of a tulip bud than a human’s. The bulb-shaped shaft swelled sapphire, adorned with clusters of pricked bumps like crystals, pulsing slightly. A furrow up the back seeped slick.

At his nervous look, she smiled greedily. She drew up her skirt to reveal white, lace panties, clinging with her wetness. She hooked his claw to the hem. He swallowed and severed the lace like cobwebs. Cold splashed her pussy. She shuddered with pleasure. Acne peppered her mons and inner thighs, a few spots on her labia. She’d never let a partner see this, but Eryri gazed at her irresistibly.

“How do I give you pleasure?” he murmured tenderly.

She grinned and took his hand, folding it so his knuckles were forward, and guided him to tease her clit. She released him as he moved on his own and worked deeper into her folds. She mewled and bucked into his touch. He surged it with more certainty. Pleasure whirled into her, cycles of icy rush and smooth tremors. Her wetness dewed on his hand and froze. She tingled violently, legs quaking and nipples stinging. He sucked them as he pleasured her.

“Oh, God, Darling, yes!” She pushed him back from her breast to take in his cock again. “How about you? What do you want?”

“I, um…” He grimaced. “I’m not totally sure.”

“That’s OK. Tell me what feels good.” Her hands cupped his tapered tip and pressed slowly down around the bulb.

“That!” Eryri thrust into her hands and barked breathlessly. “That feels… yes, that.”

She smiled and moved like she was shaping clay, rotating her clasp and working her thumbs in slow curves. The groove seeped more, and she smoothed his slick over the shaft, hands gliding. He pulsed against her palms, the crystal rosettes tickling her. The cold of him sank into the bones of her hands, like forming a snowball, full of potential energy. His rhythm on her pussy grew a little erratic as he fought for breath and let out weak, overcome sounds from his throat. She snared his mouth and hooked him into a steadying kiss, binding him to her rhythm.

“Will you come inside me?” she whispered into his mouth.

He took a series of shaking breaths, whispering back. “I might freeze you.”

“Then I’ll stop you. We can take it as it comes.”

“Is that really OK? I can’t use a condom even if you have one, wrong shape, and the cold will tear it.”

“I’m on the pill, I’m OK, and I got tested after travelling, all clear.” She kissed his shoulder and the feathers on his ears. “Besides, we don't have to finish like that.”

He whipped backwards. “But I want to finish you.”

She giggled. “Oooh, you will. But this gorgeous body has plenty of ways to do that.” She shifted to hover over his cock, braced on his tough shoulders. “The point of safe sex isn’t to frame sex as dangerous. It’s to put guardrails in place so we can fully let go. Trust that I know my precautions, and know I trust your kindness.” She raked her fingers along the roots of his hair and smirked as his eyes rolled back into his skull. “Do you want to come inside me, Darling?”

“Yes.” His larynx sprang as he husked his answer. “God, yes.”

“Mmm, then serve your princess.”

He moaned like the turning of earth. He peeled back her skirts to see her pussy again, and carefully slipped together.

“Oooh!”

Eryri’s cock entered her in a fluid stroke and tingling stretch. Dynamite heat was chased rapidly by a deep, seizing freeze, capturing her pelvis, plunging into her gut, shooting down her legs. The breath whisked from her, stars exploding in her vision. “Oh my…”

Eryri cried out in pleasure at a volume she’d never heard him hit before. He arched and snarled, a plume of sparkle jetting from his teeth. He collapsed onto his back again.

Renée gasped and laid her hand on his stomach. “Are you OK?”

“You’re…” He stared in shock at the ceiling, huffing and still as granite. “You’re so hot.”

“Is it OK?”

“It’s amazing.” His eyes closed. Tension fled him as he thrust into her sensually, another wave of thrill consuming her. “Mmm! Are you OK?”

“You’re so cold. It’s amazing.”

They cascaded into motion. Renée’s fingers dug into his padded belly as she rode him. Eryri’s hips snapped, keeping locked within her as her rending, joyous heat broke over him.

Magic spilled out of him.

Candlelight sprinkled into shimmering mirrors across the floor. The shards frayed into swan-white feathers dipped in amber firelight. Eryri’s wings returned and spread wide over the stage. A long tail spiralled from his lower back, snaking in hoops and curls. Its spine was lined with white feathers streaked blue-green that lengthened and darkened to a flourishing, teal plume, a paintbrush splashed with colour. Her hands roamed his torso. “God, you’re incredible.”

“You’re perfect.”

She let the ice claim her, so deep she wasn’t even shivering anymore. Clouds formed at her lips. The rosettes on his cock vibrated, hurling her to the brink before the cage of cold trapped her there. His fingers dragged along the floorboards, crooked and skeletal with tension. She linked them with hers. He sighed. His tail swished up and slithered softly to hug her waist. His eyes fluttered open, pupils in full blizzard.

“Renée?”

“Yes?”

He didn’t continue. She waited. She thought of Taniad , of forever. She told herself she was being foolish. It was so soon.

He couldn’t tell her. He tried. He thought of Taniad , of forever. He told himself he was being foolish. It was too soon.

Sitting up, his wings enfolded her in a sanctuary of white feathers. He kissed her and whispered, “ Caru ti .”

Her head cocked like a robin. “What was that?”

“A Welsh saying. I’ll tell you one day.”

They folded together in a glittering trinket box and rocked in harmony. The kissing silhouettes in the turret windows glowed, twining into each other’s arms.

“Oh, oooh, God, Darling…”

“Princess…” They went faster, fiercer. His cock surged, driving on the edge of control. Heat tortured him, exquisite. “You’re beautiful.”

“I… Oh, stop.” Her brow creased in pain.

The drive sputtered out, guilt and fear slashing his insides. He rushed his wings open and used his tail to lift her off his body. “Shit, are you OK? Renée?”

She coughed and nodded then shook out her hair. “It’s OK, I’m good, I’m wonderful.” She smiled and hummed, coming back to herself. “I just need a break.” She kissed his nose. “Told you I’d say, and that you’d stop when I asked.”

“Of course.” He slid back from her and gave her space, but she kept hold of his hands. Her gown swirled around her hips, her hair a mess, her skin blotched red and adorned with sparkle, her lips full and puckered. She looked wrecked and radiant. He grinned helplessly. “I can’t stop staring at you.”

She glowed with her smile. “Were you close?”

He nodded. “It’s intense for me too. Wonderful, but intense.” He hunched his shoulder shyly. “Sorry it’s so…”

She stopped his mouth with a stern kiss. “Don’t you dare.” She slid closer and cupped his swollen, aching cock. They kissed deep and passionate as she worked him, teasing the rosettes to send shocks into him that made him whimper pitifully. Snowballing surges built in his abdomen. He was desperate for release, months of release. But the way her hand moulded around him, teased over clusters of bursting pleasure, it was bliss he never wanted to end. Her thumb swept to the tender furrow from his base to his tip. He snarled over her tongue. “There, please, oh…”

“Say please for me one more time, my good boy.”

His pulse went wild. He clasped her face in a delirious kiss, claws tangling in her hair. “Please, Princess.”

She locked her hands tight around his cock and drove her thumbs up the furrow. He overflowed. He split from her kiss with a roar from his stomach, spine splintering, legs shuddering, heart like a rolling boulder. Pleasure erupted from his depths. It was white hot and pink cold, hypothermic, every blood vessel blooming, every nerve alive, every muscle clenching and unravelling. His wings swished, the candle flames turning to whipping ribbons. His breath tore through him and left him weightless.

Renée caught him and brought him gently back to earth. He collapsed into her perfume and the scent of salt and minerals. His cock wilted back into his body, leaving a sticky residue between his legs. The theatre filled with their breathing.

Eryri wasn’t sure how long he curled against Renée like a kitten before thoughts started to creep back into his consciousness. “That was… special.”

“Aaaw!”

“Oh my God.” He covered his face with his hand and laughed. She laughed with him. He re-emerged and kissed her cheek, his voice low and lilting. “Tell me what to do for you, Princess.”

She shimmied and stood. The gown swished over her legs, and she pulled the bodice back up with her clean hand, slipping into the sleeves. She sashayed away from him, backwards so he had to watch her indulgently lap her hand, sucking every last droplet of him. He stared at this elegant woman letting herself be so filthy, all freedom and fun. She picked up a third orange and returned with it, peeling and plucking out a segment. She held it to his lips. He grinned and let her lay it on his tongue, prickling with the tang. She smiled. “How would you like to taste something else?”

His heart stopped. “I… yeah?”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. A lot.”

He barely ever admitted to himself how much he craved this. It somehow felt bigger than just being inside her, more consuming, more impure. But she was licking his cum from her fingers, feeding him fruit stolen from a goddess. She wasn’t pure, and he didn’t need to be. She kissed his lips lightly, a temptation for more. “Lie back.”

He obeyed. She stepped either side of his shoulders and knelt up astride his upper chest as he swept his wings wide out of her way. He curled his claws around her thighs. Her heavy gown deluged over him, burying him with her pussy inches from his mouth. It trapped him in her scent, sweet and earthy, flowers about to rot. He wanted it like soil needs those flowers, like he could only keep living if she sank into him and he got to taste her.

“Are you ready?” she murmured, muffled by fabric.

“Desperately,” he replied.

Her pussy forced his mouth wide and slid over his tongue. Her wet, swollen flesh filled his senses. He coiled his tongue around her and surrendered entirely. He was hungry like a dragon, and he didn’t fear it. His treasure possessed him, and hope shone.

Renée dropped into Eryri’s mouth like a pebble into a pool, ripples casting out through her gown and the salted, citrus air. His cool breath and forked tongue wound and poured into her fissures in multiple currents of pleasure that clashed and mingled. His claws and scales teased her thighs delectably.

“Christ, Darling…”

When had she started calling him that? Whatever, he was darling to her now. She looked up at the painted cupids swooping between veils of frost. Would Taniad take him? She danced tomorrow to renew the magic of the year. One dance could last forever in the heart. Could theirs?

Snow fell again. She cast her face up to catch it on her tongue, gazing around the fairy tale he had built for her and the snow globe of The Luckey Chance. She took a deep, gluttonous bite of the orange, juice running down her lips. His tongue slipped icily on her clit. His tail swished up and tickled around her neck and shoulders. “Eryri… Oh, Darling Eryri…”

The theatre suddenly blazed. Coloured shimmers leaped in the sweeps and columns of ice, rainbow fire in torrents within it, the dimness consumed in brilliance. She seized his hand through her skirts.

Everything was beauty.

“Yes!”

Coloured fire.

“Yes, Darling!”

Snow and ice.

“Eryri…”

Sparkle and darkness.

“Mine…”

She crushed the orange in her hand, leaking over her fingers. Her heart pirouetted. Gold on roses, roses in ice, ice flashing gold. She looked up to the painted sky. Carolina met her eyes, emerald rapture, romantic to the end.

“Oooh!”

She howled as his tongue parted and pinched her clit into a hard, thirsty suck. The crescendo fountained and flooded her body, a roll of music breaking into one quavering note that seized every string of her. The rainbows whirled away as she tipped back and closed her eyes, suspended in the fade, falling into the darkness where hope shone.

The orange rolled from her hand.

She opened her eyes.

The sky was glistening, and Carolina was gone.

Curtain falls.