lights hung from the trees, powered by the solar panels and battery packs she had hidden deeper in the forest. White leather was everywhere in the trees, as were more of the glittering dildos. It had seemed a little silly, but this was a pervy paradise for those who enjoyed the outdoors. The padded benches were assembled and tucked into the hollows between and under the trees. It was an ideal setting for a snowy orgy or just a cathedral of winter magic for two.
“This is amazing. It is all functional?”
“Of course. I mean, steps will have to be taken not to give someone hypothermia with the dildos. If they are frozen, things could get a little uncomfortable, but there is an insulated chamber with everything that you see on the trees and a discard box underneath for the subs to check on at the end of the evening. They know how it works.”
“How does a reindeer know so much about this?”
She shrugged. “I did my research. Some of my sisters wanted sex and nothing else. Others wanted to try to blend in with the humans. I wanted to experience the trappings of Christmas in all their variety. I ended up here.”
His hand around her waist tightened. “You are not interested in sex?”
“It was not my sole reason for coming out here. Yes, going into heat is annoying with eight of your closest friends doing it at the same time. But it was the feeling of missing out on something that the humans took for granted. That is what left a hole in my soul.” She sighed.
Titan sighed with her.
“Will you return to the workshop?” His voice was low and in her ear.
“Of course. I am not going to punish the world or my team simply because the current rules are not fair. I will go back on the twenty-third, and we will run through the skies on Christmas Eve.” She shrugged. “Just like we always do.”
The hand on her waist moved lower, pressing between her thighs with a slow rhythm. “Would you stay with me?”
She shook her head. “No. I have to go back. It is a calling as much as a duty.”
He kissed her neck. “I can make it worth your while.”
“You have other play things. Human ones. I am sure you would tire of just plain old me in no time. I don’t want to be tied up, spanked or tortured for your entertainment.”
She shivered as his mouth moved across her skin and he stroked the bob of her hair out of the way before he continued his exploration.
“What about what you want? What do you want from a lover?”
The rhythm of his hand over her sex and the pulsing heat that the touch was waking was distracting, but she managed to whisper, “I just want to touch and be touched and wake with them in my arms. Nothing exotic, just plain vanilla as the vernacular has it.”
He leaned back, put his hands on her waist and lifted her high, turning her before setting her down with her thighs over his. “What makes you think that I can’t give that to you?”
She chuckled and gripped his shoulders. His intense gaze was a little hard to meet. “I think you could, but I think you won’t. Elves bore easily from what I understand. I don’t want to be a centuries-long regret for you.”
His dark-brown gaze bored into hers. “You believe what you are saying.”
“I definitely do.”
“Then, what if I told you that after catering to the whims of those who were neither naughty nor nice, I wanted something nice in my life, what would you do?”
She blinked. “Um, I have no idea. I wasn’t thinking beyond what you obviously represent. I can’t turn my preferences off and on. This is me, and I have never been after anything fancy.”
He chuckled. “I have never been called fancy before.”
Doni had a dozen other things to call him, but he leaned in to kiss her before she could say them.
As he kissed her, a light snow began to fall. Huge, wide flakes came down and landed on their skin and lashes.
Bern lifted his head. “What is this?”
She blushed. “Weather magic. It is my thing. Donder is the reindeer
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