Chapter 10
NOX
The hallway outside our room is dimly lit, sconces flicker with green flames, casting long and dancing outlines across the velvet wallpaper.
The scent of cinnamon candles hangs in the air.
Neo stands still for a moment, her breath curling in the cold air, eyes locked on the door.
Our room is on the third floor, tucked behind a door with a brass knob shaped like a snow globe.
The key jingles in Neo’s hand. I step beside her, close enough that she can feel my warmth—yes, it is so cold that my body feels warm.
I don’t speak. I'm just looking at her, one brow raised, a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth.
Then, without warning, I slid an arm around her waist and lift her off the ground. Neo gasps, amused. Her hands instinctively grip my shoulders, her fingers curling into the fabric of my coat. I hold her easily, effortlessly, like she weights nothing at all.
"You could’ve warned me," she murmurs in a low voice.
"I could’ve," I say, my eyes gleaming. "But where’s the fun in that?"
Her legs dangle, boots brushing against my thighs, and the scent of firelight and frost wraps around us like a spell.
She opens the door from within my arms, and the room welcomes us. The air inside is thick with heat—not oppressive, but comforting. The room smells of toasted marshmallows and something older… like enchanted pine and centuries old candle smoke.
The walls are wrapped in a deep evergreen velvet, embroidered with golden thread.
The swirling patterns are in the shape of stars and reindeer mid-flight.
Tiny enchanted lights blink softly in the corners, casting a warm amber glow.
A small table holds a tray with enchanted cocoa mugs.
The Christmas tree stands tall, its ornaments glow softly, each one containing a flicker of a memory: laughter, kisses, wishes made under moonlight.
A grand stone fireplace dominates one wall, its mantle draped in garlands of frosted ivy and glowing ornaments.
The fire crackles with golden flames, sending waves of cozy heat through the room.
Above it hangs a portrait of a regal elf in a red velvet coat, eyes twinkling with mischief and wisdom.
The bed is a masterpiece carved from snowy birch wood, with candy-cane stripes spiraling up each leg.
The duvet is thick and plush, patterned with snowflakes that sparkle faintly in the firelight.
Pillows of crimson and gold are stacked like gifts ,and two stockings hang from the bedpost.
Snow gently falls outside the frosted windows, but the room stays perfectly warm.
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Steam curls lazily through the air, softening the edges of the bathroom.
Candles flicker on the windowsill, casting golden reflections across the tiled walls.
The tub is nearly full; the water is shimmering with hints of candy apple oil and snowflakes drifting on the surface.
A plush red towel hangs nearby, warmed by the radiator.
Neo lets her silk robe slide from her shoulders as she steps into the water.
She lets the warmth kiss her skin, the scents of winter rising around her. Outside, snow taps gently against the glass, a rhythmic hush that makes the room feel even more like a cocoon. Her fingers trail through the water, testing its heat, and a small smile plays on her lips.
"What can I get you, nightshade?" I sit down on the edge of the tub.
"Mulled wine," she replies, her voice husky.
I lean in, "That drink is too simple for a lady like you."
Neo looks up at me, a smile playing on her lips. "What kind of lady do you think I am?"
I grin, "One that moves like the night, is laced in fire and is soft but beautifully cruel. A black snowstorm I’d stand in, instead of finding shelter from."
Neo smiles. "Are you flirting with me, bat boy? You know," she says, her hand resting on my thigh. "I've always had a thing for bathtubs."
I raise an eyebrow. "Bathtubs?"
Neo nods, her eyes never leaving mine, her black hair covers the shape of her body. "They're intimate. A place where you can do things..."
Something stirs in my pants. "Is that so?"
"Do you want to know what I like to do in bathtubs?" She asks, her voice a sultry whisper.
I nod. Her hand pulls me down to her. "I like to kiss," she says, her lips brushing against mine.
"Deep kisses, the kind that leave you breathless.
" She presses her lips to mine, her tongue slipping into my mouth.
I groan, my hand gripping her jaw, pulling her closer.
Our tongues dance, exploring each other's mouths.
I let out a soft gasp, my back arching as Neo's mouth finds my neck, her teeth graze the sensitive flesh before sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
Neo’s teeth leave my skin as soon as she’s satisfied with her mark, and her eyes lock onto mine.
"I like to touch," she says, her hands moving down to my belt and with a single motion, she unbuckles it.
"I like to feel your cock in my hand." A naughty smile appears on her face as she reaches in.
Her fingers brush my hardened cock, stroking it slowly from base to tip; her thumb circles the head to spread out the pre-cum that has formed.
I rock my hips forward, chasing the friction, my own hands clutching Neo's neck for support.
I lean in, capturing Neo's lips in a hungry kiss, tongues sliding together as water moves around her.
Breaking the kiss, I trail my mouth down Neo's jaw, nipping at her earlobe before whispering. "I need to be inside you."
She stands up in the tub, water cascading down her body. "Take your clothes off." My hands roam over her wet skin, tracing the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts before undressing. "Sit! You are going to be my Creepmas gift."
I step into the tub slowly, first one foot and then the other.
The heat of the water climbs up my legs, wrapping itself around me like a secret.
As I sink deeper, the water embraces me, swallowing the tension in my shoulders and the weight in my mind.
I lean back, letting my head rest against the cool porcelain, but I can’t relax—not entirely.
Not when she looks at me like this, like a hungry cat waiting for its prey. She mounts me, straddling my hips.
I growl in response, my hand dipping below the water to tease Neo's entrance.
I press a finger against the tight ring of muscles, circling it before I push a finger inside her.
The heat of the bath makes everything smoother.
Neo moans, her muscles pushing back against the feeling, my cock twitches in her grip.
I add a second finger, curling them just right to brush against her most sensitive spot, making her thighs tremble in the process.
"Fuck, such a tiny witch," I say, my breath hot against her ear.
I pump my fingers faster, watching her face contort in pleasure, eyes half-lidded and lips parted.
When Neo is panting and begging, I withdraw my fingers, lining up my thick cock at her entrance.
I hold her gaze as I thrust upward, burying myself to the hilt inside her in one smooth motion.
Neo yells when I pull out almost completely before slamming back in, making the water splash around us.
My hands grip her hips, helping her move as I thrust into her.
The water sloshes around us, splashing onto the floor as we lose ourselves in the moment.
She leans forward, her breasts brush against my chest as she kisses me again.
She rides me hard, water cascading over our joined bodies with each bounce.
My cock slaps against her now leaking pussy.
I lean forward, sucking one of her nipples into my mouth, biting down lightly while her hips move up relentlessly.
The rhythm builds, wet skin is smacking together beneath the surface and bubbles pop around us.
The pressure coils tight in my gut; her moans turning to desperate pleas. I feel it too, my own release build as I keep fucking her.
We come together, Neo squirting over me in the hot water, her hand still pulsing around my cock. I follow seconds later, groaning as I release into the water, my hips jerking erratically. She collapses against me, breaths ragged, the water settling into gentle ripples around our spent forms.
I press a lazy kiss to Neo's temple, holding her close as the aftershock of our orgasms fades. "Ready for round two?" I tease, already hardening against her skin.