Chapter 13 Holly
I tried to muffle a scream against Burr’k’s shoulder as I crested over the edge, but it rang out anyway, joining the symphony of moans, sighs, and grunts that filled the shuttle. I was still shaking when he moved us.
“No. Come back,” I whimpered at the loss of his giant cock when he pulled out, and I found my channel clenching around nothing.
“Do not fret, my Holly. I’m not done with you yet.”
I found myself on my hands and knees on the sleeping nook mat with Burr’k behind me. He pulled my ass up into the air and lined us up, entering me in one swift motion and making me cry out again.
“Fuck!” Burr’k’s growled expletive was feral and wild. “So fucking hot.”
I loved how out of control he sounded, like I was everything that mattered.
He pulled out slowly, and I felt each thick, swollen ridge.
He held still with the tip of his alien cock at my slit for a single moment, then he was hammering into me.
He was big and thick, especially at the ridges, and they hit a spot inside me that drove me wild.
Pleasure mounted, growing and growing, until it was all-encompassing.
It built until it was bigger than either of us. Fast, intense, and out of control. I clawed at the mat as the entire world exploded around us. I screamed and choked and sobbed, hardly able to breathe as my very soul exploded with it.
“Holly,” he grunted. “My Holly. Mine!”
His last possessive words dissolved into snarls and growls as he came, his body jerking as hot spurts of his seed filled me.
I didn’t know how much time had passed, but I was keenly aware of being curled up in his sleeping nook and tracing my fingertips over the dips and valleys of Burr’k’s perfectly toned abs. My head was pillowed on one of his arms as he purred contentedly.
It was the shuttle’s alert of approaching flyers that reminded us that we were technically still hovering in the air.
Oops! I’d totally forgotten about that.
Burr’k untangled himself from me. “We need to find shelter until the midday hour passes.”
We decided to hide in the same barn we had yesterday, and the next few hours passed by in a blur of sweaty limbs and purple skin. I learned that Xarc’n warriors didn’t need much time to rest before they were ready to go again. And each delicious erection was just as hard and big as the last.
It was like we both knew that our mission would be over soon, and were both trying to spend as much of our time touching as possible. We put the Energizer Bunny to shame.
I was disappointed when the flyers thinned out and we were able to start on the next leg of our journey. Was it bad that I was partially hoping for some trouble so that our mission would last a little longer?
Especially since Burr’k’s demeanor had switched back to being a total sweetie. I wasn’t sure if it was the physical contact or the dogfight that had done it, but it could be a little of both.
The location Roger had pinpointed on our map turned out to be one of those specialty Christmas stores that sold holiday paraphernalia all year long.
Which makes sense, considering the world went to shit in late spring, meaning most hardware stores only had a small selection of fairy lights on display at the time.
This location, however, was filled top to bottom with Christmas charm.
There were signs that other foragers, most likely from New Franklin itself, had come through previously to pick out what they needed.
But overall, almost everything was still intact.
And that meant we didn’t even need to go to our third location to pick up the lights; this was a one-stop shop for everything on our list.
Foraging for what we needed was as simple as finding our items and putting them into the cart.
And throughout all of this, my once-surly loincloth-clad hunter actually seemed to be enjoying himself.
I even caught the hint of a smile here and there.
However, he’d frowned when I placed a large stack of Christmas stockings into the cart.
“My translator tells me stockings are for the feet. Those are too large for the younglings.”
“They’re not for their feet, silly,” I explained, laughing. “People hang them up around Christmas, usually on the mantle or somewhere visible. The idea is that on Christmas Eve, Santa comes and fills them with little gifts.”
“Santa isn’t real.”
“He’s not. But parents fill them for their kids, and we fill them for each other.”
“More gifts?”
“Yup, but not the big ones. Stocking stuffers are small things like candy, little toys, maybe a gift card, or even something silly like socks or lip balm. Some families even put fruit in there. An orange is kind of classic, weirdly.”
“An orange? This is a fruit. You put fruits inside footwear?”
I giggled. “Okay, so oranges aren’t as common anymore.
But they used to be a luxury item in winter.
” I frowned. “Well, technically, they are a luxury item again, since we have to trade for them with a group in Florida. Maybe we’ll start putting oranges in stockings, who knows.
” I’d like to have an orange in my stocking.
Or a mango. I haven’t had a mango in years.
“At New Franklin, we started a new tradition a few years ago where everyone puts up their stockings in the room where we hold our town hall meetings. The adults at the top of the wall and the kids at the bottom. Then their friends put in tiny gifts for them along with handwritten notes of holiday wishes. The Christmas Committee also puts something inside so that no stockings are ever left empty.”
“What is a Christmas Committee?” he asked.
“It’s a group who are tasked to make sure the holidays go smoothly.” I reached over for a giant candy cane, still wrapped in its plastic and looking as minty and delicious as ever in all its white, green, and red glory.
“Like you?” He frowned as I unwrapped part of the plastic.
I knew it had been at least six years sitting in a dusty store, but it was protected by the plastic, and I happened to be a sucker for candy canes. Some people didn’t like them, but they were one of my favorites.
“Yes, like me.” I took a lick. Mmm. Minty goodness.
“Why are you licking a walking stick?”
Burr’k’s confused grimace had me giggling.
“It’s a candy cane! It’s sweet and minty. But some of them are fruit-flavored. Most are a lot smaller, but I’d always wanted one of these giant ones when I was little and never got one. No one here to tell me no now!” After several more licks, I held it up to Burr’k.
He sniffed it. “It smells sweet and herbal.”
“I guess mint is a kind of herb. Never thought of it like that before.”
He licked it once. I expected him to screw up his face at the sweetness. Not many Xarc’n warriors liked sweet things, though occasionally there’d be one who had a sweet tooth. But to my surprise, he went in for a second taste.
“It is sweet, but I enjoy it. I do not think I would like the fruit flavors.” A mischievous glint sparked in his golden eyes. “But I think you are my favorite sweet treat.”
My face heated up at his words and the memory of his mouth all over me.
“Oh, is that right?” I challenged.
“Very right. In fact, I wish for a taste right now.” His chest rumbles, which had been a soft drone since we left the shuttle, grew, turning urgent and insistent.
“We’ll never finish our mission if we keep meeting like this,” I said with a laugh.
Burr’k only chuckled as he pulled me close, purring coming from his chest as he buried his face into my neck, inhaling like he wanted to memorize the way I smelled.
I caught his mouth with mine, and one thing led to another, and I soon found myself bent over Santa’s sleigh.
Several plastic reindeer watched with judgmental stares as I fell apart, creaming all over Burr’k’s talented tongue.
We moved more slowly after that, like we both didn’t want our mission to end just yet. But all too soon, we were on our way back to New Franklin with everything we needed.
We landed around the start of the evening meal. My stomach rumbled from the smells wafting to my nose. At first, it was only Roger and Evie who met us in front of Burr’k’s shuttle.
“Our holiday heroes are back,” Evie exclaimed, running toward me with a wide smile on her face.
I grinned right back. “We got everything we needed.”
And now, more members of the Christmas Committee were coming out from inside the various buildings, as well as a bunch of kids, after they saw the giant toy haul we’d brought back.
Not wanting the kids to see what we’d gotten them, we quickly shooed them away.
“Come on,” I said, “let's get these guys wrapped up. I even brought back tons of extra wrapping paper.”
Nothing went to waste here. Once the gifts had been opened, all the scraps of wrapping paper would be used for arts and crafts.
As I directed all the volunteers to get everything back inside and ready for use, I stole a glance over at my purple co-hero.
He was deep in conversation with Jask’l from the mothership building, and it looked important.
I wanted to talk to him but decided to find him later once the hubbub died down.
Then, with my arms full of colorful Christmas stockings, I strolled toward the main survivor building with Evie and Janice talking animatedly behind me.