A Changeling For All Seasons 5 (Box Set)

by Kane Jewell Ruse McCall Anthony McKay Sax Slayer Michael Burke Logan

  Tingles looked at her, head tilted to the side, exposing his pointed ears, and then looked down at his odd clothing. He was wearing pinstriped lederhosen. And damned if the toes on his black ankle boots weren’t curled. The burgundy velvet lab coat was a nice touch though, Noel thought, wondering if she could get one in her size. Sometimes it got awfully cold down in research and development.

  “Are the ears not enough?” he asked. She noted they were still kind of red from where she had been pulling on them.

  “A good plastic surgeon and bam, you’re the envy of the fairy set and teen movie buffs who like long-haired, androgynous arrow-chuckers.”

  “I have two hearts.”

  Okay, Noel had to think about that one a little. “Are you serious? You have two hearts?”

  He nodded.

  With hands on her hips, she shook her head. “That’s too easy to disprove.”

  “Try me.”

  Noel shrugged and snorted her disbelief even as her feet carried her over to where Tingles sat. “Get up.”

  He rose to his feet, and Noel noted he was taller than her bust line.

  “Aren’t you awfully tall for an Elf?”

  “I told you those were just myths put out by corporate. They didn’t want anyone checking too closely into our business. So the Elves became tiny little harmless, asexual things that no one ever considers.”

  “You make toys.”

  “I make computer chips and implement software in unique and enterprising ways.”

  Noel rolled her eyes at this and stepped closer. “Right. And I’m the tooth fairy.”

  “The tooth fairy is a man and works under the write-off division. We can’t exactly go non-profit, but with his help, we keep the taxes down.”

  “Taxes.” Noel ran a frustrated hand over her eyes. “Right.”

  “You’d be surprised how much the Guardians demand in tariffs. Well, not as much as Khris, but they demand a lot. These niceties to the human world offset any negative activities Khris and the others get up to.”

  “Like poking you with a true love arrow and making me out to be your soul mate?”

  “Exactly.” He smiled, his lips parting to show the most perfect set of teeth she’d ever seen.

  “Your mother must have paid a mint for those teeth. And probably the ears too.”

  “I have no mother.” He sighed. “I had a birth giver, but she soon lost interest in me and was consumed by ideas on how to improve the Internet.”

  “The Internet.” Skepticism was written all over Noel’s face.

  “Khris thought her ideas brilliant and brought the original software to a group of men, Bill Gates included and --”

  “Your mother created Microsoft?”

  He shook his cute and deranged curly head. “She had to help them develop Windows first. But when Bill got his hands on it, she turned all the info over to him. Shame the program never really worked right once she let him take over.”

  “Where is your heart?” Noel didn’t mean to snap at the man, but this was getting to be too much. She should have put his ass out in the snow… the snow in her hallway.

  Yeah, there were strange happenings afoot. Oddly enough, she was more afraid of that snow outside her twelfth-floor apartment door than she was of the man standing before her.

  “Hearts,” he corrected her as he slid his lab coat off his shoulders and allowed the soft material to slither to the floor.

  Noel watched, nibbling at her bottom lip as he reached up and undid the chest strap to the suspenders he wore. She took a step back as he gifted her with a sexy grin and allowed the traditional suspenders to fall from the thick, muscular chest they had struggled to contain.

  “You were hiding a lot under that coat,” she offered, and his smile grew wider.

  The shorts themselves were pornographically tight, and the striped leather struggled to contain his bulging thigh muscles. The drop front of the lederhosen was embroidered with microchips, mini calculators, and -- was that the equation for Cantor’s Theorem? -- which eventually drew her attention to the bulge at his crotch… region. But her gaze drifted up again as his hands went to work on the myriad of tiny buttons that held the white material of his shirt together.

  She couldn’t help but lick her lips as the shirt slid open and exposed a wall of chest muscles, rounded pecs topped by… he had candy-cane-striped nipples.

  Noel knew her face was twisted in confusion but she had never seen nipples like that. They were kind of cute, the red and white stripes contrasting with his deeply tanned skin. But it had to be a dye job. Or a weird tattoo. He did have this Elf/Christmas fantasy thing going on. Why were all the hot ones gay, crazy, or not interested in her -- well, until this one?

  He tugged the shirt out of the tight waistband of his shorts, exposing a set of rock-hard abs that looked like an invitation to a thorough licking. Eight-pack abs really did exist, she thought as he slid the garment off his arms and let it fall.

  Dazed by the rippling muscles, she barely noticed him reaching out to take her hands and press them low on his sides. But she definitely blinked back to reality when she felt his hearts beating -- two separate hearts -- one under each palm.

  She gasped, her gaze rising to his.

  “My hearts.” He bent low, his cheek brushing against her face as he spoke softly to her. He smelled of mint. “They beat for you.”

  “Oh, no.” Noel stepped back, breaking the hold he had on her hands, away from that enticing body. “No, no, no, no, no.”

  “What’s wrong?” He looked confused, the tall, tasty impossibility that stood half naked in her living room.

  “You can’t be real.”

  “I am real,” he countered. “I am for you.”

  “I refuse to believe.” She shook her head, her braids flying around her face. “I don’t believe in Christmas miracles or wishes. I believe in science, in cold hard facts. You cannot exist.”

  “Why not?” He reached out to her, his large hand offering warmth and comfort that she refused to take.

  “Because you get hurt when you believe. And I’m supposed to believe that magic and two-hearted Elves who design future technology exist?”

  “I am here.”

  “I don’t believe it.” She tapped a small control device just by her left ear and closed her eyes. If she couldn’t see him, then she couldn’t hear him.

  “Believe it.”

  Noel gasped as her eyes opened wide. She could still hear him. Even with her hearing aid turned off. “How --?”

  “Because you are the other half of my soul.” Tingles reached out to touch her, to caress her cheeks, brushing away her tears. When had she begun to cry?

  “Impossible,” she whispered, resisting the urge to throw herself at this man who did not exist. Maybe she was still asleep. Maybe this was all a dream --

  “Why is it so hard for you to believe?”

  “Because --” her voice cracked “-- because every year I asked him to make me normal. Every year I asked him to stop taking my -- I didn’t want to stop hearing. I didn’t want to lose their voices. I didn’t want to stop hearing them, even if it meant listening to my mother and father scream about the cost of surgery, or if it meant that I could hear what the other kids were saying about me. God, I didn’t want it to stop.”

  Noel shuddered, lowering her head as she spoke, knowing her words were coming out toneless and flat. “They told me to ask Santa for what I wanted, and every year I asked to be normal. They told me over and over that if I were good then my wish would come true. So I asked for my hearing. And when I thought it was too big a deal, I asked to stop Mom and Dad from fighting about it. And then I asked that the other children stop messing with my sisters over me. And then I stopped asking.”

  “You should never give up on hope.” Tingles moved closer, his arms wrapping around her as she struggled to hold herself together, to weather this new storm in her life.

  “Give up hope?” She snorted. “I gave up hope after f
ive surgeries, after my parents nearly went bankrupt, after everyone started looking at me like I was the reason my family is so crazy. Hope is for those who are too stupid to face reality.”

  “And reality is…”

  “Reality means that no man in a red suit racing deer across the night skies is going to give you anything. You have to stand on your own two feet to survive. Making wishes and writing letters to a man who doesn’t exist is going to get you nowhere fast.”

  “And yet…” Tingles spoke softly --softly enough to make her lift her head and look into his eyes. “I am here.”

  For that she had no answer.

  But when his lips, those soft, perfect lips, lowered to hers, pressed gently against hers, this new reality became all the more real.

  Chapter 3

  God, she had never felt anything so soft. His lips pressed against hers before traveling over her cheeks, her chin, and down to her neck. She whimpered, unable to hold in the needy sound as his warm breath sensitized her skin. Her head dropped back, offering her throat to his caresses, and she shuddered as his tongue darted out to taste the thin skin of her neck.

  He must have liked that sound because he did it again and again until her knees were trembling and her fingers locked onto the bare skin of his shoulders, his strength keeping her upright. She looked up into his eyes. For a moment they looked confused before he again took her lips, pressing hard enough to make her mouth open. His tongue invaded her mouth, and the taste of mint exploded over her taste buds.

  Mint was her new favorite flavor.

  Her hands traveled over his chest, teasing those candy cane nipples, making him growl at the sharp sensation. He lifted his mouth from hers, his eyes narrowed in lust, and his lips pulled back into a snarl. Before she could blink, he had her in his arms and was racing toward the back bedroom. It was easy to spot, as the door was wide open, giving a clear view of her bed.

  He carried her inside, taking a moment to stare at her computer set-up.

  “Outdated.” He snorted and her eyes narrowed. That damn computer was nearly brand new. It was part of a signing package she got for re-upping with NPI. It was not outdated.

  But any complaints were quickly forgotten as his hands went to work on her clothing. Her shirt was shredded and tossed aside. Her skirt was torn from her body. Her panties and bra turned to confetti, and she didn’t care.

  Her world was silent save for his gasps and moans as he ran his hands over her body, as he tossed her on the bed, as he ripped those damn shorts off and loomed over her.

  “So perfect.” He spoke softly, his fingertips lightly running over her body.

  She had never been touched so gently before. His fingertips contained lightning that made her nipples stiffen, her body arch and her thoughts slow.

  “God, yes,” she moaned, reaching out to run her fingers through his hair. It was like silk, she noted as her hands trailed along his shoulders, over his chest and down that teasing trail of hair that led to one large, pink erection.

  He gasped as her fingers wrapped around him, stiffening to the point where he nearly fell on top of her.

  And this she liked. This put her totally in control. She took advantage by rolling them over until she was on top. His eyes widened at this, but he relaxed back into the blankets, awaiting her next move, his black eyes radiating heat.

  She didn’t make him wait long. She gripped his cock in one hand, marveling at the length and girth of him, before she dove down, licking at the glistening, heart-shaped head. He was so turned on he was already leaking precum. Her Elf was beyond horny, and she liked it.

  Mint again. The flavor of his precum was delicious. It made her mouth tingle in an all-too-pleasurable way. His hips arched up in need. She choked a little, then pulled back to lick the shaft, reveling in his begging and pleading.

  “Noel,” he gasped. “Please.”

  But this was her show. She was in control.

  “Soon, baby,” she whispered, pulling back to duck low and lap at his balls, giggling as they shifted in their soft sac. “Soon I’m going to suck you hard, make you scream, make you beg for more.”

  God, she loved talking to him and knowing she could hear and see his every response. And responding he was. His head whipped back and forth on the pillows, his body trembled at her touch, and his eyes were trained on her, watching her every move. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever felt.

  She settled lower between his spread legs and sucked his cock deep into her mouth, moaning as she felt her pussy grow wet with hunger. He tasted so damn good! She sucked harder, getting more of his delicious precum before feeling the back of her throat begin to tingle. God, what would he feel like riding deep in her pussy?

  She fingered his balls gently, tugging and rolling them in her palm, adding to his pleasure. Well, this was the season of giving, she reasoned before he let out a roar and sat up.

  Her back bounced against the bed as her minty toy was pulled from her mouth. Her legs were spread wide, and she looked down to see a fall of black hair between her thighs before his hot mouth covered her clit. Then she was screaming, calling out his name as that tingling tongue licked at her most sensitive spot.

  Noel felt the muscles of her stomach tighten as she drove her hands into those curls, pulling him against her pussy, making him lick at her harder.

  “Eat me!” she roared, blushing at her words but feeling no embarrassment with him. Everything just felt so natural. “Yes!” she screamed. He was gently running his fingers along her slit, caressing the moist flesh, teasing her with the promise of penetration.

  Her legs lifted, her thighs wrapping around his head as one hand slid from his hair to pull and tug at her own nipples. God, her body was on fire. She was tingling, burning from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Her body was screaming for him, calling for this joining, demanding this merging of souls.

  His mouth dipped lower, lapping her slick juices from her swollen labia. And then his slick fingers trailed along her perineum and pressed against the puckered opening of her asshole. Before she could complain or beg for more, his tongue was thrusting deep inside her, and her world tilted. “Tingles!” she cried out. “Oh, yeah! Tingles! More!”

  But then he pulled away and rose above her, his thick cock lifting from its nest of soft curls. She looked up at him, biting her bottom lip as he licked her juices from his mouth, his face shiny with the essence of her.

  “Now!” she demanded, arching her hips, making herself vulnerable to his possession. He moved forward, running the head of his cock across her labia. God, he was tingling her! Every place he touched damn near burned.

  Then he slowly slid himself deep within her.

  She screamed as her body parted and welcomed him. The burning grew more intense as his pubic hair pressed against her clit, adding another layer of sensation. His arms came around her shoulders as he lowered his chest, pressing the hard tips of his peppermint nipples against her breasts.

  It was perfect. So damn perfect it almost hurt.

  Her teeth bit down onto his shoulder as he began to move. God, it felt so good -- the peppermint tingle of his cock waking all the nerves in her pussy, making the muscles spasm and milk his thrusting cock. He gasped her name as he leaned up, hovering as his hips thrust harder against her, driving his cock faster and faster. And he was whimpering, calling out her name, praising her for turning him inside out.

  She was surrounded by him, by heat, by the teasing smell of mint. She could hear him, could feel him -- she’d never felt so alive!

  Then her body shifted, her eyes crossed and her clit burned. She began to climax, her inner muscles gripping and releasing his hard cock, his thrusting extending her release.

  “Tingles, God, yes, Tingles!” she moaned, tears running from her eyes as her body arched into his. She couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Everything was Tingles. Everything was her Christmas Elf.

  She collapsed back into her bed, a sweaty mess, and loo
ked up into his eyes once more.

  “I’m not done.” He chuckled, and she gasped as she felt his hard cock still deep within. “Are you ready to go again?”

  This was going to be one very merry Christmas. And at the end, after countless orgasms, after the soft conversation between each one, after she learned more about this stunning Elf and told more about herself, comfortable with just talking, she knew. Oh yeah, then she knew.

  Their souls were one.

  Chapter 4

  “How did you do that?” Noel was breathless as she lay against her Elf. Her beloved. Tingles was an Elf, her Elf, and maybe they could -- well, this could be the start of something big for them.

  “Instinct,” he informed her smugly. “I told you I am your other half. Who would know you better than I? Besides, I was a virgin so --”

  “Virgin?” Oh, this Noel didn’t believe at all. “You were so not.”

  “I was,” he defended himself, looking smug as he ran his hands down her naked back, pressing her soft breasts against his sweat-damp, heated chest. “Elves are bred to be intelligent. Sexual attraction only gets in the way.”

  “But you have a mother.”

  “Bearer.”

  “And what? She wished herself knocked up?”

  “Artificial insemination,” he informed her. “All the Elf division of research and design are artificially inseminated to ensure the most intelligent work force for North Pole Industries.”

  “Elf division?”

  “Elves are the think tanks. We come up with innovative ideas that Khris sells to companies for a major cut of the profit.”

  “No way,” she breathed, her eyes going wide as she recalled everything he’d told her about the Holidays and Khris Kringle himself.

  “Yes, and you would be foolish to cross him. He makes companies disappear. He makes Holidays disappear too if they cross him.”

  “No way!”

  “You ever hear of Towel Day, National Day of the Slayer, Appreciate a Dragon Day, or National Nothing Day?”

  “You made those up.” She chuckled, noting how lovely the world sounded with only his voice to fill the void of silence that was her life without her hearing aids.