Christmas Goes Camo

by Allie Standifer, Brenna Zinn, Desiree Holt

  “Axel?” she asked on a raggedy exhale.

  “Yes. It’s me.” Axel replied, his mouth only inches from her ear. “Are you hurt?”

  Wanting to confirm the unbelievable, Tasha forced open her lids. Axel leant back, allowing her a full view of his handsome face. By the spirit of Christmas, she thought. It is true. He’s found his way back to me. Another tear slipped free and slid slowly down to her chin. Pure and near overwhelming joy replaced fear, lifting her spirits higher than they’d been since he’d left her six months ago. Her heart practically grew to three times its normal size.

  “Are you hurt?” he repeated more urgently. “I’m a doctor. I can help.”

  Tasha shook her head. “No,” she whispered. “Pooped.” She snorted to herself. The badass warrior wasn’t strong enough to utter more than two words. How pathetic was that? As soon as this mission was over, she was heading straight to magic school to better learn how to wield her powers. Using all the magic she knew to pop into her ice cave and getting completely drained like this was for the loser kids who got lumps of coal for Christmas. Never again.

  Axel’s gentle hands lifted her from the floor and his strong arms cradled her against his wide chest as he carried her to her bed.

  Bed!

  Though she lacked the energy to do much more than lie limp in his supportive embrace, her pussy grew warm and moist with the promise of having more than just Axel’s arms around her. The thought of his long, muscular legs entwining with hers as he thrust his own Pleasure Pump into her nearly had her groaning with ecstasy already.

  When he threw back the bedding and placed her on the mattress, she did let out a moan, but only because the bed felt do damned good. Much more comfortable than the floor.

  He unlaced her fur-lined boots and removed them with such care that Tasha barely noticed as each slipped from her foot. With clever fingers, he unfastened the leather straps of her holster from the inside of her thigh. His hand seemed to linger on her leg and an almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips before he continued up to her hips to loosen the holster’s buckle.

  When he’d removed the gun belt, Axel brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. “I’m going to take off your, ah—” he hesitated for a moment, as though searching for the right word to use. “Uniform,” he finally finished. “Let me know if I hurt you.”

  Feeling higher than a reindeer on acid, a crooked smile spread across Tasha’s face and she snuggled her head deeper into her pillow. He still didn’t understand she wasn’t really hurt, just exhausted. But if even saying “Boo” meant he wouldn’t personally peel back her B.E.L.L., all-winter-wear unitard, then her mouth would stay sealed indefinitely. Having a buff, six-foot-six man strip her down to her bare essentials didn’t happen every day. As far as she was concerned, he could cause all the hurt he wanted as long as he didn’t stop until she was naked, he was naked, and they were naked together in this bed.

  Axel chuckled lightly. “I’ll take that grin as permission to proceed.”

  Too happy and relaxed to utter a word, Tasha’s smiled broadened until the apples of her cheeks nearly bumped into her eyeballs. She was about to sneak through the locked door to Heaven, and Axel Cole held the key.

  His hands glided over the thin but tough material of her uniform. After a few minutes he stepped back and rubbed the bristles of hair at the top of his head. “I can’t find the damned zipper. How in the blue blazes did you manage to wiggle your way into this skin-tight getup?”

  “Magic,” she answered on a breathy sigh. “There is no zipper.”

  “Magic?” An eyebrow rose high on Axel’s forehead, completing a look of utter disbelief. “Right.”

  He placed his wrist beneath her hairline. “No fever.” He checked her pulse at the side of her neck. “Heart beat is a little elevated, but nothing to worry about. He then spread her eyelids and peered at her pupils. “You’re vitals are fine, but I’m afraid you may have hurt yourself when you, ah—” He paused again and took a glance at where she had lain on the floor. “When you appeared.” Axel’s eyes widened. “Holy shit. I was so concerned about you being hurt, I didn’t even think about how you just popped into this place. How in the Hell did you do that?”

  “Magic. I am an elf, you know,” Tasha replied matter-of-factly while she concentrated on lifting her own eyebrow, which thankfully moved on her command. Squinching and relaxing her facial muscles several times, she tested her ability to control her features. Then, one at a time, she lifted each finger on both hands and twitched her toes. Relief washed over her. Though still weak, her strength was returning. Impressive considering she’d just depleted herself. Maybe her ability to use magic was getting better after all.

  Axel remained silent and frozen. The look of incredulity etched on his face and his body language were as clear as if the words, are you fucking with me, were carved into his muscles.

  His once bright eyes lost their gleam and he shook his head. “The Thermavan. This isn’t real after all. I’m hallucinating all of this like I did at the North Pole.”

  Tasha swallowed hard while a tiny crack splintered its way through her heart.

  Was he rejecting her? Denying her existence?

  How could he? She had saved his life and nursed him back to health only six months ago. Had all the lonely nights she’d spent pining over the tall and mysterious human been nothing but a cruel waste of time? How many handsome elves had she refused since he’d left? At least a dozen! All for the crazy, romantic notion that she had fallen for the big human.

  She saw red, angry sparks fly before her eyes.

  “I don’t know what Therma-whatever is or what are you talking about. But I promise you, I’m not a hallucination.” Though the rising indignation in her tone surprised even her, the forcefulness of her voice was a welcome release of building anger. “And your wham-bam, thank you ma’ams at my place in the North Pole certainly happened, I guarantee you. I had sore thighs for days after you left to prove it!”

  Like ice melting in the sun, his stiff composure loosened. His full lips parted and he let out a laugh. “My dick was so raw and bruised, I thought I’d never be able to use it again. I figured I’d done it to myself while the Thermavan still lingered in my system.” He took her hand in his and squeezed. “When my crew discovered me three days after I’d become lost at the North Pole, they thought I would be little more than a human popsicle. They couldn’t believe I was still alive. Hell, I couldn’t believe I was alive, either. Then I made the mistake of explaining to them I’d been saved by a sexy, six-foot elf who’d spent those days fucking me senseless. They all thought I’d lost my mind. I ended up spending a few weeks in a psychiatric ward with a bunch of doctors who convinced me you, and everything that had happened with you, was nothing more than a drug-induced hallucination.”

  “But you can see,” Tasha said while glancing around the room, “all of this is real. I’m real.” She struggled to sit up and hold him to her, confirming her existence, but simply didn’t have the strength.

  With his free hand, Axel gently forced her back down onto the mattress and bent to kiss her. Tentative at first, his lips lightly brushed against hers like the fluttering of delicate butterfly wings. His fingers trailed up from her shoulder to the back of her neck, where he cupped her head in his hand and carefully pulled her forward. The ginger kisses gave way to a heated, sensual press of his full lips as he held her to him.

  Tasha opened her mouth, inviting him to explore further, desperately wanting him to probe deeper. She moaned when his deft tongue met hers and swept across the roof of her mouth. Like duelling swords, the tips of their tongues struck, pulled against their full lengths, and struck again. The passion of their rivalling strikes caused Axel’s breathing to grow rapid and intense, and Tasha’s womb to soften and throb mercilessly with anticipation. When Axel finally pulled away, his flushed face beamed.

  “I’ve been dying to do that for the last six months,” he said as he gripped her hand even tighter.
“As much as I tried to believe that what had happened between us was nothing more than a delusion, I couldn’t. I simply wasn’t able to forget our time together. I couldn’t forget you.” Axel trailed the pad of a finger up and down her arm while the heat in his golden-brown eyes nearly set her soul on fire. “I’ve wanted you so badly, I was prepared to accept being crazy. Now that you’re here, all I want to do is touch every inch of your silky skin and make love to that curvy body of yours until you come so many times you beg me to stop.”

  Tasha eyed the crotch of his Nomex suit. No doubt about it, the man wasn’t kidding. His pup tent strained against the material of his pants. She had seen his cock before, had spent several hours licking and sucking it like a candy cane. He was a big man. If his erection was pushed out so far, the poor man must be in pain. Heck, she was in pain. The ache between her legs and the desire to be thoroughly fucked had her quivering on the sheets. Her uniform would be a problem though. She was too weak to use magic to get the darn thing off.

  “I want you too, Axel. More than you know.” With what little strength she did have, she squeezed her thighs together, intensifying the pleasurable misery of her want. “But I need to recharge my powers before I try using my magic again. I depleted all I had when I popped into my cave.” She nodded down to her clothes. “I can’t use magic to take off my uniform. You’re going to have to tear it off.”

  “No problem. I’ve got just the thing.” Axel released her hand and pulled his pack onto the bed. After a moment of fumbling through his things, he pulled out a small pair of silver scissors. Opening and closing them several times, he appeared to snip the air. “Surgical scissors. I never leave the hospital without them.”

  A noise that could only be described as a purr escaped Tasha’s mouth. Her nipples tightened into sensitive peaks beneath her restrictive uniform at the thought of him examining her and sticking his probe in every available orifice. “You’re a doctor? A real doctor with patients?”

  “Yes, ma’am, though technically I do most of my work in a lab researching drugs. But I told you that. Remember?”

  Tasha blushed. “I guess I had my mind on other things.”

  “I think we both may have had our minds on other things.”

  “Want to play doctor with me?” she asked in a low, throaty tone. “My titties are hard all the time, Doc, and my pussy is suffering with a terrible ache. Do you think you can cure me?” She knew she sounded ridiculous, but she was having too much fun with the idea of role playing to stop.

  The pup tent in Axel’s pants shifted violently. Apparently his dick liked the idea of playing doctor, too.

  Axel straightened his back and glanced at her, a new calm masking his features. “Why yes, patient Tasha, I believe I can.” He reached into his bag, pulled out a stethoscope and hung the instrument around his neck. “But first we need to get you out of this uniform.” He moved to the foot of the bed and prepared to cut her free but stopped. “It’s okay if I rip your outfit to shreds, right? As far as I can see, this is the only way this baby is coming off, and I definitely want you naked, stat.”

  Tasha nodded, feeling a rush of excitement slam into her womb. His clear desire for her and interest in the role play making her even wetter. By the time he finally got her clothes off, her unitard would probably be soaked. “I’ve got another uniform around here someplace. Cut away, big boy. Just keep in mind, I still can’t move very much. You’re going to have to manipulate my body to get the unitard completely off.”

  “Roger that,” he said, his voice sounding a little strained. “Here we go.”

  He slipped the scissors between the soft flesh near her ankles and the bottom of her white uniform. The touch of cold metal against her skin sent exquisite shivers of delight down her spine. Without another word, Axel cut through the material, pushing the chilled scissors up her leg. When he reached the top of her thigh, her pussy spasmed. Her back involuntarily arched, tightening the material across her breasts. The abrasion of the uniform pressing and rubbing the hardened nubs of her tits had her panting for more. If only she could touch herself and relieve the building urge to come.

  “Fuck! What are you doing to me, Doc?” She wiggled her ass as much as her muscles would allow, hoping to get the seam in the crotch of her uniform to fall deeper into her clit. She needed some type of pressure on her pussy, pronto.

  “Liked that, did you?” he asked as he started cutting up the other leg of the unitard. “I believe we may have a medical emergency here, patient Tasha. If I don’t get you out of this damned get-up soon and slip my cock into that hot pussy of yours, you may suffer from an intense malady commonly known as Orgasm Madness.” He flashed a brilliant smile at her. “Lucky for you, I’m a physician who’s sworn the Hippocratic Oath. I’ll do everything I can to relieve you of this most heinous illness.”

  Axel sounded so professional, so much like a doctor, that had she been anywhere else but an ice cave in the middle of the South Pole with him ripping her clothes off to get a piece of her tail, she would have easily believed anything he said. Orgasm Madness! Where in the world had he come up with that? Hopefully, even more resided in that creative little mind of his. If she was a very good elf, maybe he would use some of that creativity on her.

  When he had cut through the second leg and crotch of her unitard, he again stopped and shook his head solemnly. “This is more serious than I thought. Your pussy is incredibly wet and inflamed. I’m afraid if I don’t perform a lick-O-colpo stat, you may not make it.”

  Tasha giggled. “A lick-O-colpo, Doc? That does sound serious. What exactly is it?”

  “Well,” he began, still in his professional tone, “the term colpo is a surgical prefix for vagina. A lick-O-colpo simply means I’ve got to lick your pussy until you no longer have any signs of Orgasm Madness.” He removed his parka, tossing it to the floor, then crawled onto the bed. Hands and knees on the mattress, he moved into the space between her splayed legs. “Some physicians prefer the more common term of lick-a-lotta-puss, but I’m old school. I believe in using the proper, medical terms.”

  “I do love a man who takes his profession seriously.” She sucked in a gulp of air and released it. Trying to adopt the same solemn look, she said, “Very well, doc. You’ve convinced me. If having you perform a lick-O-colpo is the only way I can save myself, then do what you must. I only hope you’ve been properly trained in this procedure.”

  “I’ve put in many long, hard hours perfecting my technique. Trust me. You’re in good hands.” He pulled up her uniform until the material reached mid-stomach, revealing nothing but naked flesh from her waist down. Smiling, he gave her one last long look and waggled his eyebrows before beginning his ‘procedure’.

  Unable to lift her head more than an inch above her pillow, she couldn’t see what he was doing. Tasha smiled to herself. This was a lot like being blindfolded, which actually didn’t sound too bad, either. Deciding to go with the flow, Tasha closed her eyes and left him to his work, sensing what he was doing through touch.

  First, his fingertips spread her labia, then seconds later, she felt hot breath on her clit. Without warning, his tongue flicked her sensitive nub, making her squirm.

  He placed both hands on her thighs, holding her still. “I thought you said you were too weak to move.”

  “Apparently I’ve gained a bit of my strength back. You’re a miracle worker.”

  “Hmm,” he snorted. “That may be true. But if you don’t hold still, patient Tasha, I may be forced to restrain you until I’ve completed my procedure.”

  “Promises, promises,” she said on a sigh.

  Again he bent to his work, drawing her clit into his mouth where his agile tongue stroked, licked, and sucked. After a few minutes of the tender torture, she thought she’d go mad.

  “Oh please, Doc,” she panted. “I don’t think I can take much more of this. I need to feel you deep inside me. Put me out of my misery.”

  He momentarily stopped and rested his chin just abo
ve her pelvis. “Say that once again. I really liked the way that sounded.”

  She frowned. “Put me out of my misery?” Tasha waited for a response. There was none. She opened her eyes and tilted her head up as far as it would go. His entire face wasn’t visible, but his whisky-coloured eyes were. They sparkled with pure mischief. “I don’t think I can take much more of this?” she asked.

  Axel moved lower. “Not that either.” His deep voice rumbled along her thighs, tickling the sensitive skin. He swiped the inner fold of her pussy with his rough tongue, causing her to buck.

  “Oh please, Doc?” she yelped.

  “Yes. I do believe that’s what you said that I liked so much. You can say that as often as you like. I love it.” He shimmied further up the bed until his legs straddled her torso, then grabbed the cut up pieces of her uniform in both hands. The muscles under his uniform bulged as he ripped her unitard up the middle, exposing the rest of her body. “Hello ladies,” he said to her breasts. “I’ve certainly missed you two.”

  “Trust me,” she giggled. “They’ve missed you, too.”

  “Well, patient Tasha, I believe it’s time I check your vitals.” Axel removed the stethoscope from his neck and placed the ear piece into his ears. He picked up the dangling stainless steel chestpiece and grinned like the Cheshire cat. “Prepare yourself. This is going to be cold.”

  With so much passion burning in her blood right now, having something cold on her skin could only make her feel better. She closed her eyes and leant her head back, ready for the new pleasurable assault on her body. “Do what you’ve got to do, Doc. And don’t bother being gentle.”

  When the frozen chestpiece touched the swell of her breast, she gasped. Her nipples tightened with an acute ache, begging to be sucked. A fresh flood of cream further slicked her already soaked pussy. His nine-inch cock would have no trouble penetrating her deep core. She was more than ready for him.