She giggled.
“Okay… I give… I’m a shapeshifter.”
“Really?”
Before he could blink, Merry had returned to her full size, straddling his waist. Her heart-shaped butt was right there, and he squeezed the plump little globes, earning a squeal from the fairy. Her wings fluttered, showering him with a light spray of dust.
He sneezed. She laughed, until he slid a hand under her bottom, fingers delving into her moisture. “Fuck me, Merry.”
She went still, looking over her shoulder at him, her face suddenly showing a coy expression he’d never expected from her. “Why do you sing?”
He sighed. “To get your attention. I know you sit up there and watch.”
“Fair enough.” She rose on her knees and changed direction.
The view from the front was even better. She clasped his cock, and his hand joined hers, holding it steady as she slotted it into her pussy. She was so tight he had to squeeze himself hard again to hold back his climax.
“Oh, Noel… you’re big!”
“You’re tight!”
Merry rose and slicked him through her wet folds and then tried again. He slid home slowly. Her eyes went wide as her flesh parted for his. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest, and he thrust upward, meeting her downstroke. Her body’s clasp on him was wet and warm, and enough to make him squeeze his eyes shut like a teenage boy getting his first blow job.
He forced his eyes back open, loathe to miss the magic that was unfurling there atop his body. Her wings beat with her movement, casting luminescent fairy dust into the air. He swore that he saw a glow rising from her body, green and gold lights that vied with the moonbeams in the room.
Her face was twisted in concentration as she rode him. She glanced back at him briefly and gave a quick smile. He reached up and cupped her cheek. She was so small, so delicate! She was also damned robust, pounding down on his body with stamina to meet his.
He felt the climax rising up his spine and he clasped her hips, forcing her to move faster, harder. His balls pulled tight and his ass clenched.
“Three minute warning,” he gasped.
She moaned and collapsed onto his torso, her breasts pressed against his skin. The change in angle must have done it for her, because Merry’s breath began to come in short, panting bursts. He clamped her tightly around the waist with one arm and buried his other hand into the silky curls at the back of her head.
“Now! Nownownow… .” Her movement had changed again; she undulated against him almost as though they were dancing. Her tight channel clasped his cock over and over; her wings beat the air till it felt that they were in a wind storm.
Noel thrust and held. Hot spasms pushed his seed deeply into her body, leaving him shaken and weak. His vision went white for a moment, and then, to his consternation, it went black. He had just a second to process what was happening even as his cock slipped from her body in a gush of their combined fluids.
“Sorry!” was all he could manage before he slipped away.
* * *
He was a shapeshifter all right, but certainly not what she expected. Merry sat back on her knees, looking at Noel in wonder.
She’d expected a wolf, or even some sort of feline. Not a fox.
He lay there on his side as though dead to the world, though she could see the rise and fall of his ribcage. His face was elegant and mischievous. His fur was the white of the snow outside. She thought that perhaps in the spring and summer, he’d turn the fiery colors of the sunset. In the fall, he’d be the color of the turning leaves.
Like her, he wore a wreath of Christmas holly -- his draped his neck like a collar. It was the legacy of their birthday. She smiled and stroked his lush, velvety fur. Succumbing to temptation, Merry slid full length against his prone form, savoring the feel of his pelt against her body.
“Soft,” she whispered in his furry ear. It flicked in response to her voice. “Are you waking up yet?”
His bottle-brush tail stirred against the floor, and a sigh moved from his body.
“I knew I was good, but I’ve never knocked a lover unconscious before.” She felt a familiar shimmer of magic against her skin, and then she was spooned behind Noel’s human form. He rolled to his back, blinking in confusion.
“When you said you were a shifter, I thought maybe a wolf, given your size. I didn’t expect a kitsune!” He blinked and smiled. His blue eyes were still shot through with amber; as she watched, his eyes slowly became human again.
“I shifted?”
“Yeah. Do you know how beautiful you are?”
He again blinked and started to sit up. “I’m not usually this wobbly after a shift.”
She pushed him back. “I doubt that you usually shift during an orgasm.”
He groaned in embarrassment. “Did I… uhhh…”
“You were out before you changed. Not that it mattered.”
She leaned forward and ran her tongue over his nipple. She bit him lightly and smiled as his cock began to rise. They’d be like this for awhile, unable to get their fill of each other. She ran a hand over the muscular planes of his belly.
“How did you cope in the city? A fox in Los Angeles would have been noticed.”
“I tried to stick to the parks and the beach. And I’ve got a pretty good tolerance for the moonlight. But tonight, between you and the full moon…” He finally smiled and shook his head ruefully.
“I have no resistance at all. When the moonlight hits me, I change.”
“That’s why I moon bathe. Eventually I have to shift, but I can push it back for awhile.” He turned his head. His eyes were now completely blue again. “Long enough to fuck you.”
“Make love.” She nipped his chin.
“Yeah. Make love. Fuck. You like it when I talk dirty.” He lightly kissed her lips, savoring the flavors of spice and citrus. “You taste like Christmas. Cinnamon and orange.”
“And you taste like vanilla and spice.” She kissed him, her tongue slipping between his lips. “Eggnog.”
He smiled. “I’d have thought that I’d taste like the forest.”
“No. Eggnog. Very intoxicating.”
They lay for the longest time gazing at one another, listening to the sounds of the fire burning, the wind blowing outside the windows. They lay with legs entwined and fingers clasped, listening to the sound of one another’s hearts beating.
“Would you like to go dance in the moonlight with me, Merry?”
She nodded, hoping that her face told him everything that was in her heart. He ran a knuckle over the smooth skin of her cheek. “This was the best birthday ever.”
“It was, wasn’t it?”
* * *
Jennifer Pastor sat on the hill overlooking the two houses that she’d been watching all evening. She opened the thermos of hot tea and poured her second cup. As the steam from the tea rose into the frigid air, Jen watched it ascend to where it expanded in wispy tendrils, eventually spreading to cloud the sky. In just minutes, the snow would begin to fall.
She hummed the melody to “Moondance” under her breath as the light of the moon began to fade behind the clouds. Fumbled around in her basket, she took out a container that held a slice of Merry’s birthday cake. She’d made it from a very special, very old recipe. Nothing too strong, just a lovely combination of sweet love and rich lust. Enough to push two reluctant lovers in the right direction.
Movement caught her eye, and Jen looked toward the field where the forest crept down to meet the neighborhood. One of the beautiful things about Arcada was the presence of nature everywhere.
In the fading moonlight, she saw the ghostlike form of an arctic fox. When she turned her head right, she could discern the form of a firefly over his shoulder. Or maybe that was…
“Fantabulous!”
She smiled and took a sip of her tea, ending the spell. “Merry Christmas, Merry. Joyous Noel.”
Belinda McBride
Belinda lives in the
wilderness of the Siskiyou Mountains and at night, she runs naked with a pack of wolves…
Uhh…
Belinda lives near the Siskiyou Mountains and shares her home with a pack of Siberian Huskies who like to pretend they’re wolves. And she usually keeps her clothing on when she goes outside.
Belinda loves to travel, collect rare gemstones, make soap and spend precious time with her daughters. Her degree is in History with a Cultural Anthropology minor. On weekends, you will often find Belinda ringside at a dog show, comb and spray bottle in hand.
She invites you to visit her website at www.belindamcbride.com, or email her directly at [email protected].
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