'Twas a Dark and Delicious Christmas

by Stacey Espino

  The pressure was unbearable, exquisite, her already sensitive pussy contracting around him, desperate for more. He pulled out of her before filling her again—over and over until Isadora could bear no more. She reached out to urge him on. “Please, Lucas, faster, faster.”

  “Oh god, Dora, I’m trying to hold out for you, if I go any faster it will all be over.”

  Her heart raced with tenderness for him whilst the other raced in pleasure. She wanted to ride him, get on her knees for him, and let him take her in every dirty way she could think of. But...the glamour. It was failing fast, her wings appearing sporadically. He’ll feel them, he’ll know! She shook of the thought and wrapped her legs around his waist, lifting herself higher, giving him and herself better access.

  “Please, Lucas, please—feel this with me.”

  So he did, thrusting his full length into her until their hip bones touched. She pushed against him, taking everything he had.

  “Give it to me, Lucas.”

  Faster and faster, they moved as one, their arms around each other, breaths whispering along each others lips and before either of them expected, or wanted, a mutual orgasm claimed them both. For a handful of seconds that might have been a handful of hours, they were lost in each other.

  * * * *

  Several hours later Lucas gently disentangled the sleeping Isadora from his arms and left the bed. He needed time to deal with what had just happened. Time to understand how, in the space of such a relatively short amount of time, he’d fallen for her—because there was no doubt that he had, no doubt at all. He’d never before felt the way he had when he’d kissed, touched or pleasured her. It was indescribable and he knew that he would never be the same man again. Something had changed within him, something indefinable. This is what I’ve been waiting for.

  He paused at the doorway and groped for the light switch, wanting to feast his eyes upon her, to see her before leaving the room. He wished they’d made love surrounded by light but he hadn’t wanted her to feel uncomfortable. Besides, he was sure, in time, once they were used to one another, she would allow it.

  The light was blinding after so long in the dark and it took Lucas a moment to get his bearings. When he opened his eyes everything changed.

  “What the hell—” he stumbled back against the wall and rubbed his eyes. I’m seeing things. I’m overwhelmed by the light, it must be the light. He rubbed his eyes again and took a tentative step forward. It made no difference, no difference at all.

  Maybe the alcohol. But Lucas knew that wasn’t true. He hadn’t even had a drink in the bar, for when she arrived he’d forgotten all about it.

  This isn’t possible, it’s just not possible.

  But it was, clearly it was, and suddenly, with a feeling of dawning, horrified realization, everything started to make a strange sort of sense. The paleness of her hair, the impossible green of her eyes, the feeling of pointed ears and the odd sparkling he’d thought he’d seen.

  The feeling of being bewitched...dear god!

  Lucas stumbled toward the bed and knelt down in front of her. Isadora was lying curled on her side, the blanket draped loosely around her hips.

  He could see everything.

  Everything from the delicately pointed ears, to the radiant sparkle of her skin, to the feathery wings beating ever so slowly and ever so gently against the mattress. Oh my god, how can this be? How the hell can she have wings?

  Lucas shook his head, his mind trying desperately to understand something he had always thought as impossible. Can we keep the lights off? I thought she was self-conscious. Now he knew why!

  He reached out a trembling hand to brush against the wings, his heart racing so quickly he couldn’t believe she hadn’t heard it and awoken. The wings felt like silk, her skin glowed like diamonds, and her ears were pointed, like...oh my god! How could it be? Why didn’t I question her? Why didn’t I question my good luck?

  And then he remembered something else, something that sent a chill right through him. He remembered their conversation; her asking for his wish and then he remembered her granting it. Lucas looked down and he knew. He knew it with a certainty he couldn’t explain or deny. His joking words from earlier came back to haunt him. I know what I’d ask of my Christmas Fairy if I could.

  The joke was on him. She is a Christmas fairy.

  Chapter Five

  Stuck halfway in a dream and halfway in reality, Isadora awoke slowly. She was so comfortable and warm, her body relaxed in a way that she hadn’t experienced in years. Trying to catch the dream, she felt reluctant to wake, but a face filled her mind and pulled her fully to the surface.

  Lucas. A satisfied smile widened her mouth and she snuggled further beneath the covers. Lucas.

  They’d made love with an intensity that both shocked and worried her. Was it just the magic? Had the Christmas magic somehow made the experience into something more than it was? She couldn’t be certain—she was too new to the job to understand the mechanics of it all—but she did know that the magic could not produce feelings if there were none. It could work with what was already there, intensify them perhaps, but not produce them out of thin air.

  The Fae changed events, circumstances, things like that, but it was beyond their power to change people. Isadora remembered a story told to her when she was very young. A human male had longed to marry a female in his village, but she refused him. A Valentine’s Fairy had offered him a wish and he had asked for the girl’s love. The Fae knew that it was impossible to make the young woman fall in love with him so instead she had made the young man leader of his village, barely a week later the girl accepted his proposal. The young man soon found out that the girl had loved him all along but his circumstances prevented her accepting him. The wish was fulfilled but had the girl felt nothing the Valentine’s Fae would never have been able to grant the wish. Fae magic could not produce love.

  Lucas asked for me, he didn’t ask me to fall in love with him. That’s why I was able to grant the wish.

  Isadora’s smile faded slightly. Lucas had said nothing about love, nothing beyond his Christmas wish to have her. Why are you surprised, Izzy? Humans don’t fall in love as quickly as the Fae! It was true. She knew humans could have many partners, and could love many people. It was different for the Fae. They formed bonds in almost an instant and kept those bonds for many, many years. Love was one of the most exalted of emotions as it made everyone happy, and the most fortunate of Fae were those who found a life partner. When that bond was formed nothing and no one could stop it.

  The Fae world was also filled with stories of fairies falling for humans and vice versa. When that happened the Fae were considered to be doubly lucky but Isadora had never imagined it happening to her.

  Lucas is not offering you that, don’t get your hopes up! Once Christmas is over you’ll go home, job complete and Lucas will get on with his life.

  She sighed as the happy feelings from their lovemaking began to fade and she wanted to find him; seduce him again and again before Christmas was over. Pushing herself up, she blinked from the light. She stretched her arms out and flexed all of her muscles, causing her wings to knock against one of the pillows, setting it askew. A gasp tumbled from her lips. My glamour’s faded.

  Squinting, she tried desperately to reassert it. Has Lucas seen? Does he know?

  “I’ve never seen wings on a person before. Real ones, I mean.”

  Isadora jumped and looked up to see Lucas standing in the doorway. Faded jeans hung on his hips but apart from that he was naked. Her stomach clenched and moisture pooled between her legs. Lucas. He was so handsome and despite the wings and the worries she wanted his mouth on her again, wanted to feel him inside her, and wanted to look into his eyes as he teased an orgasm from her.

  “Do you want to tell me what the hell is going on, Dora?”

  “I—” Isadora didn’t know what to say.

  “I thought at first I was imagining it, that I was overwhelmed or something, but I
looked closely and those...wings...are real. They’re connected to your body! Your ears and your skin....”

  Isadora felt her hearts racing and tried to think of something to say. It wasn’t that she couldn’t admit to Lucas what she was. Plenty of humans knew of the existence of Fae, there had even been several newspaper articles discovering them, though most humans discounted such talk as fiction. She could easily admit the truth to him but something made her pause.

  “You asked me what my wish was,” Lucas continued. “I thought at the time that it was just nonsense, flirting, but it wasn’t was it?”

  “Lucas—”

  “You’re some sort of fairy or something, a Christmas fairy I called you! And as ridiculous as it sounds, you granted me a wish.”

  Isadora watched as he rubbed a hand through his hair and shook his head. Is he angry? She wasn’t sure, she couldn’t tell. But he wasn’t happy, she knew that much. He looked shell-shocked, the image of a man who has just had the rug pulled very firmly from beneath him.

  Isadora tried to still her wings, which were now beating in agitation. She took a deep breath, “It’s not what you think, Lucas.”

  “Did you even want to come home with me or was this all some sort of game?”

  She gasped. This was what had made her pause. She’d felt it before she’d even realized it. Lucas was not stupid, far from it, and he’d remembered their conversation all too well. He knew about the wish, and he was imagining the worst.

  “Let me explain to you please, Lucas.”

  “Tell me what you are, Isadora,” he demanded. “Tell me I’m not going mad, tell me how you have wings and sparkly skin and pointed ears. Tell me!”

  Isadora closed her eyes, my hearts are hurting, I have to fix this. She could feel Fae dust building in her palms but knew that magic was not going to solve anything. Ignoring, with difficulty, the sight of his bronzed chest and the arrow of hair leading down beneath his waistband, she looked into his eyes. “I’m a fairy, Lucas, a Christmas fairy to be precise.”

  * * * *

  Lucas swallowed and tried to process her words. Even though he’d suspected it, and the evidence was right in front of his eyes he could hardly believe that it was true. She’s a fucking fairy.

  His gaze halted on her wings that were beating a slow rhythm against the pillows. Her tiny hands were clutching the blankets to cover her breasts and with her head down he could see the tips of her ears pointing through her blonde tresses. She’s beautiful. Perfect.

  Lucas shook his head, trying to put his thoughts to rights. He needed answers, and he couldn’t be distracted by her beauty. “But how, in the bar—you had no wings or anything then.”

  “It’s called glamour,” she answered softly. “We can hide parts of ourselves from humans, it’s a sort of magic.”

  “And now, are you hiding anything now?” The thought that she would hide parts of herself from him was unbearable. I want all of her, exactly as she is. The thoughts shocked him but they were undeniable, and even though he was sure he should be more concerned about her fairyness, he wasn’t. I want her it’s as simple as that.

  “No, as you see me now is everything I am, wings and all.”

  She spread her arms wide, revealing the tips of her pert breasts. Lucas could feel his erection throbbing against his pants and tried to ignore it. Now was not the time to make love to her again, he had to understand. “Why did you come home with me?”

  “Because you asked me to.”

  “Because I wished it?” He couldn’t explain why he knew it to be true but he was certain, Isadora, the fairy, had granted him his Christmas wish. Had maybe even approached him with that intention.

  She shook her head, sending her hair swishing across her face. Lucas tried not to groan as he imagined burying his face in it. He wanted her badly; it was so easy to admit that to himself. The fact that she was some sort of otherworldly creature made not one bit of difference to his desire. His gaze fell upon her wings again, and he felt a shiver race through him.

  No, it made no difference, if anything it increased it.

  “Yes, it was my job to grant your wish and I did.”

  Lucas felt his heart sink. “So you did this because you had to?” Please let her deny it, please don’t let this all be some sort of game.

  “No. I did it because I wanted to,” Isadora replied and hope blossomed in him. “I’ve never heard of such a wish being requested before and I wasn’t even sure I would be allowed to grant it.”

  “But you were?”

  “Yes, when we embraced in the bar the wish was granted and the magic bound us. Had we been two humans I’m sure it would never have been allowed but as I’m Fae....”

  The magic...the small bubble of hope Lucas had felt began to subside again. Was it all due to the magic, did it mean nothing more?

  “So everything that has happened between us was what? Nothing more than wish fulfilment?” He couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe his feelings for her were false. I wanted her long before we embraced. Imagined being with her before she granted the wish. Wanted to bury my face in her breasts, suck her into my mouth.

  She stood up, the blanket falling to the floor. Lucas gasped from both shock at her action and at the sight in front of him. Her wings arched behind her back, framing her long, golden hair. Her glowing skin sparkled from the light of the small lamp and she looked utterly enchanting, like something from a dream come to life. Everything about her was perfect.

  “I wanted you long before I granted the wish,” she replied, echoing his own thoughts. “I want you still.”

  “Isadora...” he reached out for her, all anger, all worry forgotten by the need to have her in his arms. She came to him and wrapped herself around him, their lips meeting in a desperate fusion of pure passion.

  Lucas kissed her with all of his pent up feelings, his tongue dipping in and out of her welcoming mouth. She moaned in response. He cupped his hands around her plump ass and lifted her against him so that his erection rubbed her clit.

  In two quick strides they were on the bed and Lucas’ hands went straight for her puckered nipples.

  “No, Lucas,” she said, “it’s my turn surely?” And before he had a chance to respond he was lying on his back and she was removing his jeans.

  “I need to be inside you, Dora,” he said urgently. He shuddered at the thought of his cock pumping her—of filling her right up to his balls—would he ever get enough of her?

  “You will be.”

  Their lips met again and Lucas groaned as Isadora traced his bottom lip with her teeth. Her hand found his erection, circling it before rubbing the head against herself, her movements slow and unhurried.

  “You’re shocked, Lucas, I know that,” she said, “but there are some benefits to being with a fairy.” And then she moved and he felt himself slip inside her, into the tight, warm walls of her pussy.

  “Dora, what—”

  He looked up and gasped as he saw her wings beating gently in the air, wings which he was finding more erotic by the minute. He was inside her yet she was...hovering...above him. Her wings guiding her body up and down in perfect motions.

  “Oh god.” It was unlike anything Lucas had ever experienced. The motions allowed him perfect access to her and already he could feel her juices dripping down his cock, soaking him. He reached forward, wetting his fingers on her, before finding her clit warm, wet and wanting.

  “Yes, Lucas, yes,” she said, urging him on.

  One hand rubbed her perfect bud whilst the other found one of her nipples. It was hard against his fingers, like a tiny bullet, and he strummed it over and over until she cried out. He turned his attention to the next, lavishing equal consideration on it and all the while her wings beat and she sheathed him over and over inside her.

  “Dora—”

  Up and down she went, pushing him to the limit and he followed her, rubbing her pussy with his own hands so that their tension increased.

  “Dora, pleas
e, let me make this last,” he begged.

  But she didn’t listen. Her wings began to increase their speed and the movements followed suit. Lucas tried to hold on, tried to control the blinding pleasure inside of him, but heard her cry out as an orgasm rippled through her, and he knew that his would soon follow.

  He gritted his teeth, pulled out and flipped her over. His hands clenched her plump hips and he pushed her down so that her ass was raised in front of him. Her wings were spread out and his cock shuddered in response. She’s perfect, my fairy.

  He ran his cock down the cleft of her ass before it slipped home, into her waiting wetness. A groan met his thrust and he couldn’t control himself anymore. The scent of her filled him and he gripped her as hard as he could while he pumped his cock into her—hard.

  Her pussy contracted and he knew she was coming again, and with a final thrust, so did he.

  Chapter Six

  Isadora sighed as Lucas reached up and pulled her into his arms—carefully avoiding her wings—and tucked her securely against him. Pleasure filled her body and it was all she could do to plant a kiss on his cheek as he crushed her to him.

  “That was some ride, Dora,” he said, and she giggled into his chest.

  “I’m glad you liked it.”

  “This has to be the strangest Christmas I’ve ever had.”

  She stretched herself out against him and tried to gather her scattered thoughts. She was certain of one thing now, certain as soon as she had felt Lucas inside her for a second time. The Fae bond was formed, and she loved him.

  What have I done?

  Fae law allowed humans and fairy’s to be together, in fact it encouraged it but Lucas’ feelings would have to be as strong as her own to allow her to stay, to allow her to live in the human world with him or he in the Fae world with her. Isadora was suddenly uncertain, does he feel the same or is this just the wish?