11. Zara
Zara
My mind reels over my next move as Santa finishes up. It isn’t until heavy footsteps have me looking up, that I see Vixen has come back to the room. In his hand is a plate heaped with food, and my heart skips a beat.
Mmm, food. I nearly drool.
I stare at him, taking in just how handsome he is.
Long dirty blonde hair with a goatee and five o'clock shadow. Lips that he’s proven are made for kissing.
I shiver at the thought of his mouth on mine, but it’s his eyes.
His brown eyes are so captivating and soulful that they have me wanting to believe this crazy story.
That way, I can have someone who looks like him gazing at me in the way I've always dreamed of.
Like I'm the only woman that will ever do.
I mean, he’s got wrestler Drew McIntyre vibes for goodness sake, and he is a specimen for my homeland. Why would he pick me to be his mate? That just doesn’t make sense.
He winks when he catches me staring, and smiles so sexily that I squeeze my thighs together. No man has ever made me tingle with just a look. It’s insane. I’m still not one hundred percent sure that I'm not concussed.
“How is she, Santa? Is she good?” Xin asks, placing my plate on a nearby table.
“She will be. She’ll just need some time,” he says with certainty
Why does it feel like they’re talking about more than my leg?
“Thank you for helping her.”
Santa rises from his stool and gathers his things. “No problem. I will have one of my elves check on you later, Zara.”
“Elves?” I ask before remembering our conversation. “Oh yeah that’s right… Magic,” I snort, pretending I get it. “Thank you for helping me.”
“You’re welcome. If the pain becomes too much, I can give you some painkillers. Or of course, the other thing that helps with pain,” he says while walking towards the door.
My eyebrows scrunch together. Is he just going to leave me hanging like this?
“What is the other thing Santa?” I ask.
He turns with a cheeky smile.
“If you mate, Vixen's ability to regenerate will also become yours too. Therefore you will heal almost instantly.” He winks and walks out, leaving me with my mouth wide open.
“I enjoyed mating earlier. We can do it again.” Xin rushes towards me, face first, but I push against his chest to stop him. He looks at me confused. “What’s wrong? We did it earlier and it was nice. Really nice.” He smirks.
Oh yeah it was, but, “That was kissing. That isn’t mating Xin.”
He sits next to me, looking completely lost, and I think back on Santa’s story about Xin and his brothers. About how they come from a planet that is all men. That means Xin has never been with a woman.
Holy shit! The walking sex pot is a fucking virgin? That thinks kissing is mating. How do I even start to explain this?
“So how do we mate then?” curiosity showing on his face.
As I go to explain sex to a grown man, I realise what he said. “Hey Mr. We are not mating!”
“We must. It will bind us together. Plus Santa said it will help you to heal.”
I do like the thought of no more pain, and my ankle healing up quickly.
I might even like the idea of having this hotty rock my boat.
Who am I kidding? The thought of this man getting down and dirty with me has my heart racing and my pussy clenching.
But mating? Hell no, not for me. How can I be bound to someone that doesn’t know a fucking thing about me.
Besides, he’s like an alien that changes into a Reindeer.
I might like reading stuff like this, but it doesn’t happen in real life. Not in my world anyways.
“What If I don’t want to be bound to you, huh? Then what?” I sneer.
He shrugs, “But, we’re supposed to—”
“To what? You thought kissing was all it was. Go on, tell me what you think we’re supposed to do?” The poor guy pauses, and I shake my head, annoyed. “Here, let me tell you then.”
I snatch the plate and place it on my lap. My stomach aches at the sight. So I take a grape and plop it in my mouth before getting into it. As I pull apart the sandwich, I eat what’s not needed for my demo. With a mouth full of tomato and cheese, I fold a slice of bread hotdog-style.
“This is what’s in my leggings.” I then take a rolled piece of meat. “This is what you got bobbing in your trousers.” I point at the twitch in his jeans, then rub the meat on the bread “You can also use your mouth. And this is important. You need me to be wet, got it. Or not me. But your mate.”
“You’re my mate.”
I ignore him. “Whatever. So, you get her wet. Right? From there, if she says yes! You stick it in.” I push the meat into the slit, using my finger to poke through to the other side.
As I do, I find myself tingling. I lick my lips without thinking, and take a deep breath as I move the meat in and out.
After longer than needed, I stop. I put the bread down but take a big bite of the meat.
“Uhhh,” Xin gulps.
“And that’s how you mate.”
“Ok. Let’s do that then.”
He stands up with gusto and dropped his draws. A horse sized cock bounces in front of my face and I go cross eyed.
“Holy Mary, mother-of-god.”
Every bone in my body says to grab it. Take hold and pop his alien cherry, but sanity floods my senses and I swat him away.
“What is wrong with you! When did I say I wanted to? I was only explaining it! Jesus suffering!”
“Oh. I thought–”
“You thought wrong. Put your pants back on your buffoon”
He does as he’s told and I can finally look back his way.
“Listen, Xin. I get it. This is all new to you. But you can’t just go dropping your pants and waving that weapon around. You need permission. Promise me you won’t do that again until I say you can.
“You have my word. I’m sorry, mate. We have forever, after all.”
The fuck we do. As soon as my leg is better, I’m outta here, pronto.