“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 into 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.