Chapter 5
Five
Nick
I dip my head, and then my mouth is on her, my lips sealing around her nipple, and she tastes even better than I imagined.
Her milk is rich, sweet, creamy, and it floods my tongue as I suck slow and deep.
Her head falls back with a loud moan, her fingers tangling in my hair as I swallow around her, pulling hard on her milky nipple.
“Oh, god.” Her voice is breathless, desperate, her hips writhing as her milk lets down fully, the rush of it filling my mouth.
I groan around her as I drink her down, my cock aching, my magic roaring to life in response to hers.
Her skin glows brighter under my touch, her magic surging as I take what’s mine.
Her other breast starts to leak in a steady stream, landing on my sweater, my pants. I suck deeply, savoring the taste of her milk on my tongue, and groan around her nipple as I swallow.
The fire in the hearth blazes higher, casting golden light over her flushed skin, and frost spirals across the windows in intricate patterns. Everywhere I look, I see signs of my power and hers, weaving together. As it should be.
“That’s it, little one,” I murmur against her breast, my voice rough with lust and hunger. “Give it all to me.”
Her skin shimmers brighter as her magic wakes up and responds to mine. I pull back just enough to admire her. Her nipples are dark pink and glistening, her tits heavy and dripping, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. She’s everything I could’ve ever hoped for, and more.
I lick a slow circle around one nipple, loving the taste of her, loving the way her breath catches. “So sweet for me. Such a good little milkmaid.”
She whimpers, her hips rolling in my lap, her thighs pressing together. I can smell how wet she is, her arousal sweetening the taste of her milk. My cock throbs, painfully hard, but that doesn’t matter right now. Besides, I can’t fuck her until she agrees to the mating bond.
I seal my lips around her other nipple, sucking hard, and she cries out, her fingers tightening in my hair. Her milk lets down in a delicious rush, and I swallow greedily, my magic surging in response. The air hums with power, the scent of pine and cloves thickening around us.
“Look at you,” I growl, pulling back just enough to speak. “Dripping for me. Such a good girl, giving me your sweet milk.” I drag my thumb over her nipple, collecting the thick bead of milk there, then bring it to my lips, sucking it clean. “Mmm. Perfect.”
I go back to her, my mouth sealing around her nipple again, drinking deep. She tastes like warmth, like home, like everything I’ve been missing. Her hips grind against me, and I groan around her, my hands gripping her hips to hold her still.
“Such a greedy little thing,” I murmur against her skin, my lips brushing her nipple. “You like this, don’t you? You like being my good little milkmaid.”
She nods and moans, eyelids fluttering. “It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.”
“The more I drink, little one, the more you’ll make for me.” My voice is jagged, my fingers tightening on her hip. “Your body knows what I need. It’ll give and give, just for me.” She sighs happily, and I take another long pull from her delicious breast.
“And when you come,” I say, my thumb circling her other nipple, “you’ll make even more.
Your orgasms will fill these gorgeous tits up.
Just like my cum will.” I groan, my cock jerking at the thought of painting her tits with my cum, watching her milk and my cum mingle together.
“Every drop you take from me will make you milkier. Sweeter.”
She’s a panting mess in my lap. “Please,” she begs, her voice trembling. “I need to come. I’m so close. Please touch me, Nick.”
I don’t hesitate, slipping my hand into her leggings, my fingers finding her bare, soaked pussy. She’s dripping, swollen and slick, her clit fat and throbbing.
“Such a messy little thing,” I say, my fingers sliding through her wetness. “You’re so wet and swollen from letting me drink your milk.”
She moans, her head falling back as I stroke her, my fingers teasing her entrance before circling her clit.
I seal my mouth around her nipple again, sucking hard as I slide two fingers inside her tight, dripping cunt. She cries out, her milk flowing even faster, richer now, sweeter. I groan around her, swallowing every drop.
“That’s it, little one,” I murmur against her breast, my fingers curling inside her, finding the spot that makes her moan. “Come for me. Let me feel you.”
Her pussy clenches around my fingers, her milk surging as her orgasm builds.
The air hums with magic, the fire roaring higher, snowflakes swirling around us, and then she comes with a loud moan, her body trembling.
The snowflakes turn from white to gold as they flutter around us, glittering in the firelight.
Her milk sprays from her other nipple in a thick stream.
“Nick!” she sobs, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her pussy pulsing around my fingers.
I drink her down, swallowing every drop, my cock aching. She’s perfect. Mine. And I’m never letting her go.
I can feel my magic humming inside me, bright, warm, and alive. I haven’t felt like this in decades.
I drag my sleeve across my mouth, savoring the lingering sweetness of her milk on my tongue.
My magic crackles just beneath my skin, racing through my veins like embers catching flame.
The hearth’s fire burns higher, blue-white at the edges, and more frost blooms across the windows in delicate, swirling patterns—my patterns, the ones I haven’t been able to summon in far too long.
Holly’s still trembling in my lap, her tits heavy, milk beading at her pink nipples.
Her skin shimmers like fresh snow under moonlight, her magic stretching, reaching for mine.
I cup her face in my hands, my thumbs brushing over her flushed cheeks.
She’s so fucking beautiful like this. She’s undone, glowing, and mine.
“Thank you, little one,” I murmur, my voice hushed with awe. “For the gift of your milk. For this magic.” My thumb traces her bottom lip. “For trusting me.”
Her lashes flutter, her green eyes dark and dazed. I don’t give her time to overthink it, I just lean in and kiss her, slow and deep, and gods, it feels right. She melts against me, her fingers curling into the front of my sweater, her sweet whimpers heady and addictive.
“I’ve waited lifetimes to find you,” I admit, my hands sliding back to cradle her breasts, feeling their warm weight. “But I never dreamed you’d be so achingly perfect.”
Perfect. She is. And fuck, I could easily fall in love with her. I might already be falling.
I kiss her again, my lips pressing against hers like I can seal the feeling between us. My thumbs brush over her nipples, gentle now, collecting the fresh beads of milk that well up. She moans softly into my mouth, her body arching into my touch.
“So beautiful,” I whisper against her lips, rolling her nipples between my fingers, watching the way her skin glows brighter as I touch her.
“Every inch of you.” My cock throbs, but I ignore it.
If I fuck her, it’ll seal the mating bond, and she needs to know what that would entail. What it would mean, for both of us.
I kiss her again, slower this time, loving the way she sighs against me. My hands never stop moving over her glorious breasts. I cup them, stroke them, massage gently.
Holly’s soft body curls into mine like she was made to fit here.
Her tits are still heavy in my palms, warm and damp from my mouth, her milk slowing to a sweet, lazy drip.
I can’t stop touching her. I brush my thumb over her nipple, my fingers tracing the swell of her breast, my touch reverent.
Worshipful. Like she’s something sacred.
Which she is.
Her breath ghosts over my neck as she nestles closer, her voice soft. “What happens now?” she asks, sounding sleepy and sated. “Is this… just a one-time thing?”
I tighten my arm around her, doing my best to ignore how fucking hard I am. “What happens next is up to you.”
She pulls back just enough to meet my eyes, her brows knitting. “Up to me?”
“Mmmhmm.” I cup her breast, thumb circling her nipple in a gentle caress. “I could feed from you a few times a year. That might be enough to keep my magic stable.” My voice is low, steady. “You’d stay in Evergreen Valley. Live your life. Run your bakery. I’d visit when I needed you.”
“Or?” she prompts, lips parted slightly.
“Or…” I shift her in my lap, my hand sliding to her waist, holding her tight.
“You could choose me. Choose the mating bond.” I meet her eyes, needing her to feel the weight of my words.
“You would come live with me at the North Pole, where you’d be both my mate and my queen.
” My voice is lower now, rougher, as the truth of what I want her to choose settles over me.
“If you choose the mating bond, you’d be mine, and I’d be yours.
You’d let me drink from you every day. Let me worship you the way you deserve. ”
She swallows, her throat working. “That’s…
a lot to process.” A shaky laugh escapes her.
“Santa’s real. I’m some kind of magic milk maiden.
My boobs are…” She cuts off, cheeks flushing as she glances down at herself, at the way her nipple beads with a fresh drop of milk.
“And now my whole future is just… different. Regardless of what I choose.”
“I know, Holly.”
She bites her lip, then asks, quietly, “How do we… do the bond thing?”
My grip on her tightens, my voice dropping to a growl. “We fuck.” She gasps softly. “While I drink from you.” I drag my thumb over her nipple, watching her shudder. “My cum inside you. Your milk in my mouth. The magic seals it.”
The scent of her arousal intensifies, and my balls ache, heavy and full.
But I don’t move. This has to be her choice. I want her—fuck, I need her—but I’ll wait. Even if it kills me.
I press a soft kiss to her temple, inhaling the warm, sweet scent of her deep into my lungs.
“Why don’t you come to the North Pole tomorrow?
” I suggest, wondering if she can feel how hard and fast my heart is pounding.
“See where you’d live, what life is like there.
Visit my home, and see if you’d like to make it yours, too. ”
She shivers, her fingers curling into the fabric of my sweater. “Will you… drink from me again?”
I pull back just enough to meet her gaze. I ache with how much I want her. “Only if you wish it, little one.”
Her lashes flutter, but she nods, her voice a shaky whisper. “I do.”
Such a good girl for me.
I kiss her one last time, slow and deep, trying my best to memorize the taste of her.
When I pull away, her lips are pink and parted, her eyes hazy with lust. I lift her from my lap and help her to stand, then help her dress, my hands lingering on her waist, her hips, her softness.
I can’t stop touching her. But she needs to go.
Because I don’t trust myself not to take her, and I won’t until she asks me to. Until she chooses.
I summon my magic, joy sparking inside me at how easily I can access it now. The air between us shimmers with frost and starlight. “I’ll come for you tomorrow morning,” I say softly. She nods, gazing up at me with such tenderness and trust that it pains me to send her away. “Close your eyes.”
She does, and in a swirl of mint-scented snowflakes, she’s gone.
My cabin suddenly feels too quiet. Too empty. I sit back down in the armchair, the scent of Holly’s milk still lingering in the air.
The weight of her absence presses down on me like a physical ache. My fingers flex, wishing I could hold her. My cock throbs, still hard.
She’s been gone thirty seconds, and I already miss her.