Chapter 27 - Asmodeus
When I first arrived on earth, I went around the world traveling.
I experienced all the different holidays and the religious celebrations.
Europe had some of the best Christmas celebrations.
The Christmas markets were truly magical without magic being involved.
The Krampus parade in Austria was another favorite of mine.
Happy to see humans still celebrating the true Christmas traditions.
Since the only tradition demons had was to celebrate Krampus night, and we had no children yet, I let Blair take the lead on planning for the Christmas holiday.
I made sure I was available to help in whatever way I could, especially with any heavy lifting or moving.
I knew Christmas was important to her and wanted to make new memories with her and soon our children.
She had told me that she wanted a real Christmas tree, and gave me the information on where we could go to get one. We hadn’t gone on a date since October, giving me an this opportunity to plan another date for us.
I was going to take her to the Christmas farm, but I also planned for us to go get some hot cider or maybe tea, and then a horse-drawn sleigh through the forest. Even though it was only December, we had already started getting snow this year.
I had found a farm near the tree farm that did traditional sleigh rides.
It was by appointment only, making sure to have everything planned a week in advance.
The week flew by too fast, but I was thankful because it was hard to keep a secret from Blair, and I wanted to surprise her. I planned everything for Saturday. That morning I woke up before her to make her breakfast. I made her some eggs and toast with a fruit smoothie.
Before we left the house, I made sure that she was bundled up and had the proper layers on. I didn’t want her to get cold or get sick out in this weather. She had the cutest beanie on her head, black knitting with bees all over it.
When we left the house, snow was drifting gently from the sky.
It added to the ambiance of the day, although I was a bit concerned, hoping it didn’t start to snow heavily.
I hated driving in thick, heavy snow. It only took us about 45 minutes to get to the Christmas tree farm.
It wasn’t too busy for a Saturday morning.
All the trees were covered with a light dusting of snow. It looked magical, it was surreal. We walked down the rows together, holding hands as we looked at the trees. The scent of fir coats the air. She kept trying to get us a tree that was small, but we had the space for a bigger one.
We talked about her family and what they used to do for Christmas and holidays, as I was scanning for the perfect tree. It seemed like her family was very close and did everything together. It was really sweet, and I hoped we would have a relationship and family like that.
It took about 45 minutes until I spotted the perfect tree.
It was in the far back corner of the lot where not many people had ventured.
Most people were grabbing trees near the front.
I led her over to the tree I found, and she gasped when she saw it.
The tree was a solid twelve feet tall; the branches were vibrant green, extremely fluffy, and full.
It was a beautiful tree, and would look perfect near the fireplace.
“This one?” she asks, awe in her voice.
I nod, “what do you think?”
“It’s perfect,” she whispered. Her hand reached up to touch the needles.
They had provided handsaws for us to use, allowing us to cut the tree.
Once the tree was cut, the employees who worked there transported the tree to the stand where they shook the tree and baled it.
Once that was done, the tree was placed in the back of my truck, holding it down with some bungee cords I kept in the back.
Once we were on the road, Blair thought we were going back home, but our next stop was some hot, fresh cider made by another farm nearby. We each got a large cup to take with us.
She looked at me, questions filling her head. “Where are we going?” I knew she would have to ask.
“We’re on a date, and it’s a surprise,” I tell her, her cheeks turning pink as she smiles. She sips her cider as we venture to the next farm, the snow still falling. It only took us about thirty minutes to get there.
She was facing me when I stopped, talking about how good the cider was, when she realized we were no longer moving.
She turned around to look out the window and gasped.
“No way!? A sleigh ride?” She squealed, excitement bubbling off her.
She leaned over and planted a kiss on my lips, sliding her tongue into my mouth, making me groan from the surprise of how hot and dirty this kiss was.
She was breathing hard now, and I could scent her arousal.
“We’d better get out of this truck right this minute or else you will be riding me instead,” I growl, inches away from her face.
“Okay,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering from her arousal. I made sure she had her beanie and coat on before we left the warmth of the truck. I grabbed the extra blanket I had packed in the back, just in case.
The sleigh ride was going to be about an hour long, taking us through the snowy forest. It was peaceful and magical with the snow still falling.
I had the blanket on our laps, as I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, holding her close to me for warmth.
We sat there quietly, enjoying the peace the sleigh ride provided out in the wilderness.
Nothing needed to be said at this moment.
Once our ride was over, she petted the horses before we got back into the truck and headed home. She was happy and content, the only thing left was to put up the Christmas tree and decorate it when we got home.
Christmas
We didn’t do much for Christmas Eve except have a nice dinner with Thea and Gus.
They had come over to our house this time for a holiday meal.
We had made ham with sweet potatoes and brussels sprouts, while Thea baked rolls and dessert.
She made a sticky toffee pudding cake that was to die for.
Her baking was truly next level. They had stayed for a couple of hours, going home before it got dark.
Once they left, we spent our evening in the living room next to the roaring fire in the fireplace as we listened to Christmas music and made handmade Christmas ornaments for our tree next year.
We were also making Christmas cookies in the kitchen in between the ornaments.
She had found some cookie cutters to use, forming fun shapes that we covered in frosting.
I may have had a little fun in the kitchen with the leftover icing we had.
There was something else I would rather eat.
Pinning her against the counter, my erection pressed against her lower back, my hands holding onto the counter, blocking her in.
I leaned down to nip at her ear, making her moan out and push against me.
Grabbing her waist, I slowly slid my hands up, taking her sweater off with my movement, throwing it down on the floor. I slide my hands down her sides and hook my thumbs in her waistband, pulling her leggings down to her ankles. She steps out of them, and I slide them over with my foot.
I step back and pull her with me. I turn her around and throw her over my shoulder. She squeals, “Asmodeus!” I smack her plump ass that’s right in my face. Such a juicy ass makes me want to bite it.
I gently place her down on the dining room table, her legs dangling off the end. I place my hand between her breasts, pushing gently, letting her know I want her to lie on the table. She understands my intention and lies down willingly, heat and curiosity written all over her face.
I moved back to the kitchen counter, grabbing the green bag of icing that was left.
She’s lying across the dining table patiently, naked for everything but her sexy, red lace cheeky underwear.
I step up and tap her knee, she widens her legs for me.
I pull her to the edge of the table, my erection pressing against her hot core.
I reverently rub my hand up and down her leg. “You’re god damn beautiful. You take my breath away Blair. You’re perfect,” I groan. It’s time to play.
I bring the icing bag up and trace her nipples with it, filling it in.
I do that to both nipples; her areolas are completely coated with green icing now.
I bend down to lick it off, using my tongue to trace the same pattern I did with the bag, going slowly, savoring the taste of her skin. She was the best dessert there was.
Once I finished with her nipples, she was a panting mess, I could smell how aroused she was, and feel how wet her panties were from her slick.
They were completely soaked, as well as the PJs I was wearing.
I trailed another line of frosting, this time starting at her nipple, up her sternum, then lining her clavicle and shoulder line, leading up her neck, ending at the base of her ear.
I flicked my tongue out, brushing her nipple before I dragged my tongue along the line of icing, sucking in a few places against her skin, creating tiny red marks.
The frosting went over her bond mark, making sure to spend extra attention there.
I sucked on the mark while grinding my erection against her clit until I had her moaning my name in pleasure.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I could feel a wet spot in my underwear from the precome leaking out of my tip.
I pulled my pants and underwear down as quickly as possible.
I painted her chest with icing, making sure I got every inch of creamy, soft skin.
I took my erection in my palm, squeezing my tip hard as my tail came around and started playing with her entrance.