Sweat coats my skin in response, and I twitch and cry out in increasingly louder volume with every thrust of his cock. Although he is not sweating, his own body is trembling now, and his grunts and growls are likewise becoming louder and more desperate. Digging my fingernail into the thick muscles along his back, I tremble against him as his hips take an urgent rhythm and the muscles in his back and thighs tighten. He growls quietly in my ear, rasping words that slip through my mind like water. All that is real is this connection, and wave upon wave of pleasure and happiness rising within me.
“That is it,” he murmurs, and he dips his head to briefly drag his long tongue over my nipple as he continues to plunge his cock into me. “Just a little more. Give yourself over to it.”
I shiver violently in response to the strong waves rocking me as they rise rapidly from the deepest part of me. His body tightens, and he thrusts deeper and harder with every forward snap of his hips. There is no softness in this coupling. It is raw and urgent as what seems befitting for the longest night. It is not the sweetness of a cozy cabin but the ferocity of a snowstorm like that which brought me here.
His cock leaps within me, jerking violently, and I cry out with ecstasy, my back arching in a silent demand for more as I feel the first tripping sensation of an impending climax. Jak doesn’t hesitate to pick up on the signal either. I feel the icy blistering heat begin to fill me and my womb tingles as the sensation spreads through my body. But then I am igniting in an icy-hot inferno as his cock jerks hard again and he snarls loudly just as his cock gives up its seed, bathing my vaginal walls with cum of similar temperature. And it is so good. The streams of his cum bathe my internal walls until that white, icy fire collects within me and explodes in every direction as a rolling crescendo of unbridled passion. Like with the first orgasm, I feel it gathering to a pinnacle and some of that intense pleasure rushing from meto him energetically as it is harmlessly and erotically siphoned from me.
I cry out loudly as another orgasm erupts to pound through me, and his body curls tightly around mine as he thrusts deeply once more. Joined so firmly bound together, we tremble as one as our pleasure rolls through us with our mingled cries of completion before we drop to the rug in exhaustion and lie there entwined together—panting. I can feel Jak’s heart pounding as it races in his chest and its tempo echoes within me. I have never felt anything like it before, but one thing I am certain of is that this—whatever this is—has fundamentally changed me.
I am incapable of doing anything but lie there and marvel at the newness of the sensation filling me. It is as if I have been made complete in new ways that I have never explored before. I shiver in response to the softness of his lips against my skin as he brushes a tender kiss against my brow. I half expect him to stand and leave me there with that sweet farewell, but he doesn’t. Drawing me into his arms, he gathers me up firmly against his chest and climbs to his feet with a rumbly growl of primal satisfaction. Once he is certain that he has me secure, Jak turns from the living room and carries me to the bedroom with a long stride that rapidly eats up the distance until we are once more in the bedroom. Jak doesn’t even kick the door closed before he rushes to the bed with me with a light and gleeful look brightening his face.
Despite his unbridled eagerness just moments before, he is incredibly gentle as he carefully lays me on the bed and crawls into bed beside me. It is only when he tucks his body close against mine, and draws the blanket around us, that my heart flutters alarmingly with a sentimental feeling that I did not give it permission to conjure. But that is not the most worrisome part.
But what is most concerning is that... I want to do it again. And I want much more of my holiday demon.
Chapter 18
Jak
Ilay in bed beside Shawna, my gaze soft with affection as I tease her curls with my claw. The red strands look like fire against my colorless flesh, and I cannot resist sifting them between my fingers before allowing her curls to fall between my claws. My hand goes still, however, as she stirs sleepily and instinctively turns into my touch. Panic immediately sets in as her nose wrinkles slightly and her mouth opens in a yawn. What do I do? I have never woken up beside anyone before. Do I act as if this is natural contact until she pushes me away and asserts her personal boundaries? Or do I leave the bed before she has completely awakened to provide sustenance?
I am completely frozen with uncertainty as I debate the positive and negative points of each option, and so I am still lying there—likely with a startled and fretful look on my face—when she turns her head toward me and her eyes flutter open to focus on me. I barely dare to breathe with the way panic is rising in sharp alarm through me. But then she blinks and her expression softens with a sweet smile that triggers an incredible sense of relief to wash through me so swiftly that it makes me lightheaded and leaves a tingling sensation throughout my entire body. That feeling only sinks deeper so that I am vocally purring as she strokes her hand through the loose locks of hair framing my face.
“Jak, good morning. Happy Yule,” she murmurs.
“Blessed Yule,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper as it squeezes around the emotion that has tightened my throat.
Shawna smiles in response and then carefully extends her arms above her head, taking care to not accidentally jab or strike me as she stretches leisurely. Her back arcs off the bed, thrusting her breasts up decadently, and her toes point to brush my calves as she simultaneously stretches her legs as well. A shiver runs through me, and I want to curl my body and wings around her to savor this feeling of togetherness even as I am overcome by an equally powerful desire to slip out of bed before this feeling gets stronger and compromises my good intentions to my sweet human.
In the end, I am a simple demon, and the laws of the frost demons have little true power over me when it comes to acquiring that which I desire most. They are not even true laws as they are not even remotely enforceable, though obedience to them is strongly encouraged and nurtured within young frost demons. Truthfully, I have always agreed with them in theory because I have seen how impulsive and covetous young male frost demons can be. Such rules ultimately keep humans safe from being used and cast aside by these males.
But now that I am encountering such a strong attachment to Shawna, I cannot believe that they are meant to be binding and permanent in any absolute sense. If so, last night would not have even been possible. Demons are not without ways to enforce laws where it matters most—specifically by setting up magical inhibitors once a male becomes sexually mature. This is done in a realm of desert-dwelling demons to keep the passions of the male populace under control during certain seasons. Such things are possible, and yet, despite our rigid expectations regarding breeding practices, this has never been leveraged against young males within the frost demon realm. What if... what if this is aguideline of control and conditioning so that males will not yield to impulse when their sexual hunger take control?
My tail twitches with excitement, and I search my memory whether there are any elder males and females near my territory whom I might ask.
“You are certainly thinking hard about something,” Shawna teases, drawing my attention back to her. She grins at me, her eyes gleaming impishly. “Where did your mind go?”
I shake my head, my lips curling with the smile that I feel welling up from within me. I lean down and brush a kiss on her lips before drawing back just enough to peer down at her as I bask in the warmth of our mutual affection.
“I was just thinking of what we might do today,” I reply. It doesn’t really qualify as a lie since the thought had crossed my mind a time or two while I was toying with her hair. “The snow will return this evening, but I thought maybe a walk through the woods would be pleasant to gather winter berries.”
“Winter berries,” she echoes, and she gives me an intrigued smile.
I nod solemnly as I gather her up into my arms and curl a wing around us. “Winter berries are a rare treat that only fruit on the winter solstice in the frost demon realm. Something to do with specific currents of magic on this one day of the year that causes them to flower and then ripen by midday. But you only have until sundown to pick them,” I quickly caution, “because then they ferment and become inedible to all except the birds.”
