Elvish Lover: Purely Paranormal Pleasures

by C. D. Gorri

  “Yes?” She swallowed.

  “You are my mate!”

  His brown eyes flickered in the dim fire and Candy felt the truth of his statement all the way to her toes. She wanted to scream and clap like she’d just won the lottery, but hey, what girl, or she-Elf, was going to give in to a man who boldly made a statement like that?

  “Sheesh, wow. Okay, buddy, well I mean I have to say that is some fluffing line to land on a gal you don’t even know,” she snorted, and sat down crisscross applesauce on a blanket she’d snagged from his sled when he wasn’t looking.

  “It is merely a fact, rohi, but yes, thank you, I want to know you better,” he purred and stalked over to where she sat, handing her a spoon to go with the packet of the rehydrated hot stew.

  “What’s that you’re calling me?” Candy asked trying to ignore the blush that stained her cheeks.

  Christmas Elves had a knack for blushing anywhere from pale bubblegum pink to full on holly berry red and she was no exception. Her toes tingled, her stomach clenched, and her mouth watered, and it had nothing to do with the stew.

  “Eat,” he commanded and handed her a small metal spoon, “you will need your strength.”

  Candy almost choked on a piece of carrot before she handed him back the pouch. They were sharing after all, she took a sip from the water bottle he extended to her and wondered what she should say next.

  “Mm, you smell like evergreens and cranberries,” he growled as he leaned in and took a deep, long breath up against her neck.

  “I do? Um, okay, thanks,” she scooted away, “I think we should talk?”

  For some reason, that came out as more a question than the statement she’d intended. Candy had spent hundreds of years waiting for the man of her dreams and here he was, but why was she so dang nervous.

  “Rohi, I have waited an eternity to find you,” he said as if reading her fears, “I can wait a few moments more before I take you in my arms and stake my claim. Will it please you to talk with me first?”

  “Um, yeah, sure,” she swallowed, hypnotized by his cinnamon scent and warm brown eyes.

  “Shall I go first? What are you doing wandering around here in this frozen land?” He asked and tucked a strand of hair behind her pointed ear.

  She froze, waiting for him to withdraw, but he did not. Only traced the thing and making her shiver in the process. Elves loved having their ears stroked. It was their hot spot so to speak.

  “Oh, well,” she felt her blush even more furiously and ducked her head down, but Medjed was not having any of that.

  With two fingers he lifted her chin and forced her to meet his stare. This was it. Truth time.

  “I’m an Elf from Santa’s Magical Christmas Village. Every Earth year we appear in the North Pole for the week leading up to Christmas Eve. Years ago, when I was a young girl, my Granny Elf told me I would find my fated mate when the stars on the Earthly realm aligned,” she took a sip of water and continued, “I have been watching and waiting ever since, and finally, it happened. So, I left the village and trekked out into the human world to find my mate. To find you, I think,” she said in a rush.

  Chapter 4

  Confusion warred with joy as Medjed listened to his mate explain about what she was and where she came from. A Christmas Elf? But that must mean she worked for the fiendish San Ta Claws. He could not wrap his head around that, as this woman was clearly all things good and pure in the world.

  One thing she said, however rang true above all else. She was his mate. He was certain of that.

  “Yes,” he responded, “and you have found me, rohi.”

  Her story rang with truth, though he did not know anything about villages or Elves and he did not trust the man called San Ta. But his confusion was irrelevant as he was very much aware that his entire body seemed wholly attentive to her.

  A fire was building inside of him, and her name was stamped all over it. Nothing could stop him from claiming her, he decided, no one and no circumstance.

  Medjed wanted Candy, and finally, he understood the lyrics to the 1980s song Heliodore Wessex was so fond of. And his Candy was already wrapped in a sweater! One he could not wait to remove, he admitted to himself as his gaze swept over her once more.

  Her cranberry evergreen scent was intoxicating as it was refreshing and he could almost taste her now. Sweet and wholesome, and entirely his.

  His cock throbbed inside of his wintry attire and Medjed wished he were back in his home country where the sun warmed the sand under his feet and he could lay his lady down to bed and mate her.

  “I like the snow,” her soft whispery voice reached his ears like a symphonic melody composed just to tease his senses.

  “Are you reading my mind now, rohi?”

  “That word, what does it mean?”

  “It is a pet name, a term of endearment, and it means my soul, and you are that, sweet mate,” he reached out a hand and traced the side of her face from her arched brow to the small cleft in her chin.

  “This is fast,” she said.

  “Yes, and yet it seems I have waited an eternity to touch you since I first laid eyes on you, rohi,” he leaned closer and all pretense of patience fled his mind.

  Medjed could feel his powers stirring, that immortal part of him that was sometimes Demon sometimes Demigod wanted this woman and he wanted her now.

  The wind howled outside the cave and the storm raged, but inside they were safe. Inside they were warm, cradled by Geb and blanketed by Nut. Earth and Sky combined to shelter them. The fire that he’d kindled, the water he’d melted from the snow, all the elements represented there and combined to make the moment sacred.

  “Is that good then?” She whispered and he almost lost his mind.

  “Yes, rohi. Very good,” he leaned down and captured her lips with his and it was like a thousand stars exploded and winked in and out of existence.

  The kiss took on a life of its own as clothing was removed and tossed carelessly into a pile. Medjed growled wanting more for her than frozen ground and a scratchy wool blanket to lay upon.

  He used his magic then. Calling upon his resources to make them a bed of furs and silks piled high near the roaring flames that were nothing at all compared to the ferocious fire that was his need for her.

  “Your skin is like silk and you taste of the sweetest berries,” he said and proceeded to worship her with his hands and lips.

  Nibbling her sumptuous mouth was like a thousand pleasures all at once, and oh my, his rohi knew exactly how to stroke and fan the flame of his already arduous passion.

  Medjed was oblivious to everything around him save his rohi. She was the only thing that existed in his universe at that moment and he would have given anything to satisfy that hungry gleam in her eye. There was nothing quite like the hungry desire of his mate to speed his urge to satisfy and deliver her to a banquet of ecstasy for the senses, his and hers combined.

  “I never felt like this before,” she moaned into his mouth as his hands found her soft female curves beneath the tight sweater she wore.

  Peeling her out of her modern clothing was something Medjed found as titillating as it was mesmerizing. His sweet Candy opened for him like a flower.

  The tight bud of her womanhood blossomed and ripened under his knowing touch, and somehow it was all new with her. She was rounded in all the right places. Her large breasts were swollen with desire and pin-tipped to his delight. Rounded hips gave way to a perfect ass that he couldn’t wait to nibble and her plump thighs were a delight to touch and taste.

  “Neither have I, sweet Candy, I want to do so many things to you,” he moaned, “the first is to trace your wonderful ears with my lips,” he growled as he dropped kisses along the pointed appendages that were dainty as they were exotic.

  “Oh, fluff,” she moaned louder and he took note that her ears were extremely sensitive.

  Medjed looked forward to discovering every single erogenous zone on her exquisite form. Her short-nails dug in
to his arms as she rocked her body against his and it was like fireworks had been lit in his very blood.

  Medjed’s infamous cock throbbed, hard and erect against the soft petals of her dripping womanhood. She was ripe and lovely, but he needed more from her than a quick roll in the snow. He would make certain they both saw stars before the night was through.

  “Please,” she begged and he nodded, yes, he would satisfy her, there was no question.

  “Patience, sweet Candy,” he replied and continued to kiss his way from her ears to her neck, to her fabulously puckered nipples.

  Those berry-tipped breasts were divine and worthy of attention, but there was so much to explore. It was a good thing he had an eternity to do so. Farther down to the swell of her belly, he dropped hot, open-mouthed kisses all the way to the treasure that lay hidden beneath the closely cropped black curls that glistened in the firelight.

  “This, this is mine, sweet Candy,” he growled and cupped her sex, stroking and teasing her lips with his fingers as she moaned helplessly, “I can’t wait to taste you.”

  And then he did. Dipping his tongue to part her slick folds he growled deeply as a million different flavors burst along his tastebuds as he sipped her nectar from the source. Standing out over all of them was her evergreen and sweet cranberry essence. That incredibly unique flavor that was her own, and now, it was his.

  “Oh, fluff, fluff, FLUFF!” She called out again and bucked her hips wildly.

  Medjed growled and wondered at the strange use of the word as he worked his tongue in and out of her heat, loving the feel of her muscles as they contracted with her pleasure.

  He used his hands to hold her knees further apart while he sucked on her tiny little bundle of nerves. That pleasure button that modern women called a clit was hard and sublimely sensitive, and yet, somehow the monosyllabic term seemed too crude and short for such a splendid little appendage.

  Medjed had no time for his philosophies now, he was far too busy enjoying the taste of his mate’s ecstasy. Her fingers found purchase in his hair, and she tugged him closer, rocking her hips in time with his tongue thrusts.

  Fuck, she was divine in her passion, seeking the pleasure he could deliver with no shame or embarrassment. She was on fire for him, and he wanted more of it, of her. For all time, he vowed as her orgasm began to shoot through her.

  “Oh, snow balls,” she cried out, eyes wide as the first taste of pleasure shot through her body.

  Medjed slid up her heated body and placed the head of his cock at her entrance while she rode out the first of many waves of pleasure that he would bring her. He waited until her green emerald eyes met his before pushing inside her heavenly sex.

  The moment was profound. He could feel her walls grip his cock, stroking his incredible girth and length perfectly, even as her thread of life seemed to wind itself around his. Intertwining their destinies and binding them together, as if she were made for him. And wasn’t she though?

  “Mine,” he grunted as he pressed deep within her heat.

  He’d planned on going slow, on loving his mate at a steady pace until she was ready and accustomed to him, but once he rested within her slick heat, there was no stopping him. Instinct took over, and Medjed wanted her more than he wanted to breathe.

  Feeling her velvet vise gripping him was like no other satisfaction he had ever claimed as his own. Of course it wasn’t. She was his fated mate. His one and only destined to be at his side for eternity.

  “My rohi,” he growled as he pumped his hips at a furious pace.

  Loving the way her long legs wrapped around him, Medjed mashed his mouth to hers, invading her with his tongue as his cock found her core perfectly with each slip, grind, slide, and flex of his hips.

  An avalanche of feelings came crashing through his system. Some hers, mostly his, and Medjed was overwhelmed and overjoyed to say the least. It was as if he and she were the only two beings in the universe they had created within the shelter of the cave.

  Finding her pleasure, giving her more than she could bear, and even more still, was his only goal. She was his reason, his sole purpose for being, he knew that now and the feeling was indescribable.

  “Candy,” he said her name as the first waves of pleasure began to pulse and crash through his blood, starting in his balls and shooting through his cock as he sprayed his seed deep within her womb.

  For the first time, Medjed thought of young, of the fact that with his mate he could learn to be a father, to be of use in this world. There was so much to be grateful for, so much to look forward to, after an eternity of being alone and untethered, Medjed had found his rohi. He would live for her and for them, for the matebond that pulsed and grew with every thrust of his sex into her hot core.

  “Medjed,” she cried his name as her own orgasm swept her away and together they gasped aloud, clinging to the other with all their strength. Her fierce completion propelled his further and together they reached heights he had never imagined possible.

  It was the most fantastic coming together he had ever experienced, and he wasn’t finished with her. He would never be finished with his own sweet Candy Kane.

  Universes died and were born within the moments he found bliss inside her welcoming heat and he rejoiced in knowing that he would get to experience more of the same for all time. It would only get better between them.

  She was his rohi, and he was hers in every way that counted. He pledged his heart, mind, soul, and body to hers forever and ever.

  The taste of evergreen and cranberries would forever be stamped upon his mind, body, and heart. And he wanted more, he wanted all, he wanted Candy.

  Mine.

  Chapter 5

  Present Day in Santa’s Workshop…

  The gathering of Elves stared wide-eyed at the descriptive explanation of Candy’s and Medjed’s goings-ons the night before and her cheeks heated in embarrassment. Well, one part embarrassment and one part desire if she were being honest. And Christmas Elves were nothing if not honest.

  “Whoa, buddy,” Candy slapped her hand over Medjed’s mouth to stop him from spilling any more of their carnal secrets.

  Sheesh. Some things were just nobody else’s fluffing business! She could feel herself blushing to the tips of her ears. When the heck had the conversation turned to the amazeballs sex she had shared with the man after all of two minutes of talking with him?

  “What is it, rohi?” He cocked his head in that manner he had, like he didn’t know he was being outrageous.

  She narrowed her eyes at him. Sexy or not, she was not about to talk about her fluffing sexcapades with the man to her boss. As it was, Santa’s eyes seemed ready to bulge out of his head.

  “Ixnay on the exsay!” She hissed.

  “What?”

  “Stop talking about our sex life to Santa!”

  “Oh, I see,” he grumbled and crossed his arms, “you are ashamed of me. Perhaps I did not satisfy?”

  “What? No! You know you did, but do you want every Christmas Elf in the village to know what I look like naked?”

  “I will slay every one of them who dares gaze upon what is mine,” he growled and stood, khopesh back in hand.

  “Okay, then,” Santa interrupted, “Medjed, have a seat there, buddy. Candy is right, perhaps some things are better left for the bedroom. Now, it seems the Fates brought you two together, but how is it that you two came apart?” Santa asked.

  “I do not know. One minute I was out of the cave gathering fresh snow to melt for water for the Huskies and the little bird, the next, she had run away from me. And she took Fluffy too,” he said and sounded so upset and confused she could hardly believe it.

  “Well, Candy? Care to explain?” Santa asked.

  She could feel her heart squeeze and her stomach flip as she looked around the room at the gathering of Elves who were far too interested in her own personal sex life then the task at hand, which was to get Santa’s sleigh loaded so he could deliver goodies to all the boys and girls o
f the Earth in a single night.

  “Fine,” she grumbled and turned to look at Santa as opposed to the man who had broken her heart.

  “You know, Santa, that it is every she-Elf’s dream to find her one true and fated mate. It is true that most find their significant others within the Elf community, but every now and then there is an Elf who is destined for something else. Well, my Granny Elf told me before she passed that I would not find my mate here. She told me to wait for the signs and when I saw them to leave to seek my mate.”

  “I see, which is why I was short-staffed on Christmas Eve and why Mrs. Stripes was having kittens when she told me what had transpired. I take it you didn’t mean to cause such a ruckus,” he said in a tone she didn’t quite care for, even though she knew she’d more than earned it.

  “Yes, Santa,” she said, “after marching for hours through the colder-than-Christmas North Pole that exists on the human realm, I found a small penguin that needed my help. The baby chick had been abandoned somehow and I couldn’t just leave her to die so I tied my scarf around her and sought shelter in a nearby cave. It wasn’t long till he showed up,” she gestured to where Medjed was sitting, “and yes, I sort of just knew when I looked at him.”

  She sighed heavily. Candy did not have to look at him to know exactly where he was. His scent wrapped around her spicier and cinnamon-ier than any gingerbread or snickerdoodle she’d ever had. So rich and enticing, like nothing else in the universe, she admitted even if only to herself.

  “Go on, Candy,” Santa encouraged.

  “Well, it was like he said. Love at first sight, for me anyway,” she huffed despite Medjed’s growly objection, “then this morning he stepped outside and as you all know, we Elves have superior hearing, pointed ears and all, and, well, I heard him,” she sniffed.

  “Heard him?” Santa asked.