Page 19 of Scary & Bright
I reached over the arm of the chair and picked up the ornament that I had dropped. Holding it in my fingers with the same care I’d give a bird’s egg, I spun it around to check on the vision of Holly.
She had retreated to her bed and buried herself in the blankets, her entire form completely out of sight. The rise and fall of her body was steady and even, and I knew she had fallen asleep. She was probably more exhausted than I was. In fact, I knew she was. Of course she was.
Knowing she was asleep, I gave myself permission to close my own eyes. I leaned hard against the back of the chair and imagined what it might be like to lie next to her. I imagined waking up next to her and looking at her still-sleeping form. I thought about how smooth and warm her skin might feel as I leaned over and kissed her shoulder first thing in the morning.
I thought about what her hobbies might be and how I’d listen to her talk about anything and everything for as long as she wanted to speak. I thought about introducing her to Coal and taking her on sleigh rides to some of the more scenic parts of the South Pole.
I thought about her grass-green eyes looking at me from under a fur-lined hood. I thought about doing things I’d only read about in books—baking cookies, cooking dinner together. She would, of course, have a little dot of flour on her nose. I’d point it out, and she would flick a handful of flour back at me, and I’d playfully pick her up and kiss her face, flour and all. Then I’d place her on the center island, pressing my body against hers, feeling her nails on the back of my neck, tasting her…
Instinctually, my hand traveled between my legs. Spending so much time alone had meant that genuine arousal was not something I experienced terribly often, which was good news for me because my arousal was… difficult to hide. The same magic I could channel to make changes to the house, I could also use for modesty purposes. However, just like I had no control over certain aspects of the castle, such as the unfortunate vanishing of all the windows, there were certain bodily functions I simply couldn’t magic away. The skin of my humanoid upper half had extended into a perfect v-shape between my legs, revealing my cock, which was standing at perfect attention under a patch of dark hair.
And the mere thought of Holly’s hands tracing down the bare skin of my back was enough to make me harder than ice.
I bit my bottom lip to prevent myself from making any sound as I wrapped my hand around the base of my length, still imagining the simple pleasure of being near her, though my thoughts were rapidly descending into places they hadn’t been in countless years.
In the span of a single moment, I was back in my make-believe world with Holly on the kitchen island before me, her legs spread apart, giving me enough space to stand between them. She was in a little dress—red, to match her nail polish—and as I shoved myself against her, that little dress rode up just enough to tease me.
I began to work my cock in my hand slowly, my breath catching in my chest. My heart pounded like a timpani drum, dragging me further and further down into the depths of desire.
Back in my fantasy, I held her face with both hands as our lips clasped together in pure, unleashed desperation, and I could feel the corners of her mouth raise in a smile as we kissed. My hands traveled down, over the sides of her graceful neck, feeling her pulse, and over her shoulders, pulling the little red dress down and down and down until she pulled her arms out of the sleeves. I moved my lips from hers to her neck, to her collarbone, and as I pulled her dress down over her chest, I gripped each of her breasts with enough force to claim her as mine before swirling my tongue around her perfect, erect nipples.
My hand pumped my length faster, harder, and I stifled my groans as I moved. My imagination was going absolutely wild as I imagined shoving up the bottom of her dress high enough to remove her barely-there panties to find her pussy already wet and waiting for me. In my mind, I sank to my knees to taste her and tease her, and she held onto my horns for dear life as my tongue slid up her center, stopping firmly at the apex to suck gently on her clit.
I imagined how her legs would flex with arousal. In my head, she begged for me to make her come, but I waited until she was at the very edge before rising to my hooves and filling her tight little cunt with my cock. She was so small compared to me. That part I didn’t have to imagine. I could picture her tiny frame struggling to take my entire length but loving every moment of it.
My entire body was hot, and I could feel a bead of sweat drip down the side of my face as I frantically worked myself, picturing the sight of me plunging into her over and over again with every stroke of my hand.
Finally, as I imagined her big green eyes looking right at me, flooded with desire, I found my own end. I came hard, and my entire core contracted as my hands were suddenly covered in my own fluid. Within seconds, my member was once again hidden beneath a layer of coarse fur. It had taken what it wanted from me and became controllable once more.
Embarrassing. Very much needed, but still embarrassing.
I looked down at the ornament that had fallen to the floor to confirm that Holly was still sleeping before I dared to leave my study to clean myself up. A sigh of relief escaped my lungs when I saw her silhouette rising and falling under the blankets.
It was a short walk to my bedroom from the study—it was just on the floor below—but I knew I needed to move quickly if I wanted to avoid any unnecessary interaction.
Within sixty seconds, I was carefully pushing my bedroom door open with the less messy of my two hands and was more than surprised to have to blink against the sun. The massive circular window above my headboard had returned, and the natural light from outside shone upon me like a spotlight, highlighting the evidence of the deed that had brought yet another window back to the castle.
Unfortunately, it appeared that the alone time I had requested for myself to try to organize my feelings was instead spent making them ten times worse.
9
THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT
The Christmas Spirit had felt compelled to stay and make sure things went as planned. Call it a hunch, or call it a ghost’s intuition, but an unshakable feeling like something terrible was going to happen kept him in the South Pole much longer than he had ever hung around. This wasn’t entirely unusual for him, and he did enjoy being able to tell Santa without a shadow of a doubt that the deed was done—especially this particular time since he had flown entirely solo. Being able to shape himself into anything, or anyone, he’d used the clutter on the shelves to his advantage and hid amongst the odds and ends.
What are you waiting for, Krampus!? Kill her! he thought to himself as he watched in awe as the hulking creature locked eyes with the girl and froze in place. This wasn’t the Krampus the Spirit had come to accept as reality. This wasn’t a terrifying beast. This wasn’t the entity that was supposed to represent everything that Christmas wasn’t—he just stood there like a dumbstruck nightmare while the girl sat in the cell, shaking like the last leaf on a tree.
And then, rather than performing his required duty, Krampus went back upstairs after instructing the toys in the basement to find her a room to stay in.
Why would she need a room to stay in!? She’s supposed to be dead!
This was bad. Exceptionally bad. Horrible, actually. The Spirit didn’t even want to think of how angry Santa would be when he found out. Truth be told, the Spirit almost wondered if Santa might be so inclined to blame him for this going sideways. It was the first time the Spirit had been trusted to handle the selection and delivery all on his own, and well, it certainly wasn’t going as smoothly as he had seen it go in the past.
Had he chosen poorly? Perhaps random selection wasn’t the wisest choice when choosing who to bring to Krampus. The girl was very pretty, after all, and as he considered previous selections, he noted that none of the others had been so alluring. The Spirit chased down his train of thought as the girl was released from the cell and the two old toys readied themselves to give her a tour of the castle.
A tour of the castle! the Spirit thought, still in a state of disbelief at how epically his task had gone off-course. Nonononono. His refusals rang in his head as one long, drawn-out word.
As soon as the girl, who was meant to be nothing more than a holiday season sacrifice, and her companions were up the stairs and out of sight, the Spirit disappeared in a puff of glitter and snow, intending to follow the trio upstairs. Without having a crystal-clear understanding of the layout of Krampus’s castle, his option was to just shoot himself forward in space and hope he landed somewhere he could hide.