Chapter 73 - Side Story: A White Christmas (2/2)
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”You should join the fun.” Damien knocked on the door but didn't wait for an answer before opening.
Bubbles was sitting back on her bed reading a book, legs outstretched. She had just brushed back a strand of loose blue hair when he came in.
”We've got ham, pie, 'nog and cookies. Good stuff.”
”I'll be down in a minute.” She looked him over. ”Unless you'd care to join me instead?” One leg rose over the other, giving a brief but very noticeable flash of hot pink.
”Nope. I'm good.” Damien took another sip of 'nog.
”Figured.” She blew out in disappointment.
He tossed her a small box.”Anyway, I just came to give you that. Merry Christmas, my cute little fish friend.”
”So we're still friends?”
”Hm? Why wouldn't we be?”
”I thought it was pretty clear you were sick of me?”
”If I was sick of you, I'd tell you. Don't overthink shit just because I didn't wanna continue our foreplay sessions. You're still my favorite fish. Buttered or not.”
”And if it wasn't just foreplay for me? What then?”
”Then that's on you. I don't dictate how you feel. I mean we knew what it was when we started it so we shouldn't just expect things to change after it. But yeah. I don't control your feelings. So don't worry about it. I'm not going to suddenly stop being your friend even if you wanna seduce and then toss me aside for not feeling the same way you did. Or do. Or for somehow making you think I felt the same.”
”...I wasn't planning to do that.”
He gave her a frank stare.
”Okay, maybe the thought occurred to me.”
”...”
”Alright, so I still want to. But f.u.c.k you, you hurt my feelings.”
”Unrequited liking does that, and that's never the other person's fault. It's not even yours.”
”I still resent you for it. You made me feel things, and for that you must pay!” She waved a fist at him.
”Cool, cool.” He finished his cup. ”So, you seem energetic for someone who just lost their entire city to the uncle of the person they like.”
”I don't like you. I hate you. You made me feel things, and for that--!”
”I must pay, got it.”
”Great. Also, It's not like I don't care about it. I felt responsible for the lives of those who lived there. But it's like seeing your pets get ran over. Some people take it differently. Me, I'm sad about it. But it's not devastating. And only a few thousand died, most instantly from what I'd seen. The majority got out safely while I stalled for time.”
”There were a lot of people in that city even if a few thousand died. Where would they go?” Damien wondered aloud.
Bubbles looked at him like he were dumb, and he understood the moment he asked.
”We're married. We're their gods, and we're married. Where do you think they'd go?”
”....Bah, humbug.”
***
”You were wrong, you know. ” Vera said from the bathroom. She was getting ready for bed. The festivities had already died down long ago.
Dahlia arrived a bit late along with her four friends and made a great ruckus with Evie, her mortal enemy. Since Damien had run out of presents he had to think fast and offer a few trinkets of his to the four unexpected guests. Each of whom accepted the presents with glowing faces of appreciation. Such nice girls.
The party got a bit wild when Milly and Dr.Schitt came. The to great artifacts quickly taking sides, Milly with Dahlia and Schitt going to Evie.
The battle had been epic. And tiring since Dahlia made him be her wings so they could take to the skies.
”Cheater, using Master as a shield like that!”
”Those who don't make use of the resources at one's disposal are fools deserving of naught but death!” Dahlia replied, quite reasonably.
Damien heard that their battle made for quite an amazing light show.
But that had ended some time ago and now the two girls, including Minerva, were passed out in the living room while the two Godly Artifacts shrunk down and rested near the fireplace.
Damien, after cleaning the dishes and packing away the leftovers, was only no able to take a rest.
”About what?” He yawned from his bed.
”About the presents.” Vera's calm, cool voice responded. ”I'd always gotten you one. I just could never bring myself to give them to you.”
”Oh yeah?”
He couldn't see it, but he could swear he could sense the nod. ”Mm. I wanted to muster up the courage to give them to you this year. But they all ended up destroyed with the Estate.” Her tone turned a touch remorseful
”Sorry about that.” Damien cleared his throat awkwardly. Yeah, he f.u.c.k.i.e.d up big time back then.
”No, it's okay. I got you something this year too, by the way.”
He lazily asked ”Oh? And what's that?”
”Me.” In the very next moment, Vee walked out of the bathroom wearing a red and white one-piece dress. It was very revealing with an exceedingly short skirt, the red cloth shoulderless and only barely restraining those mind-boggling b.r.e.a.s.ts.
Her legs were covered by black fishnet stockings that squeezed her plump flesh in all the right ways.
Vera's face was as composed as ever, but the way she shyly pulled down at the skirt and crossed her feet showed how much she was forcing herself to go through with this.
”Does it look alright? I'm not used to this.”
Damien couldn't look away. ”You're gorgeous.” He breathed.
”Yes. Right. Okay then.” She coughed. Truth be told she felt stifled today with his parents and sister here.
She'd gotten quite used to him being open with his affections. But was hard to accept those sort of things with his mother glaring at her so hard or under Dolly's watchful eyes. There's no way she could let him hug or kiss her, especially not with Dolly around. She wouldn't understand, or maybe even start to hate her.
It made her feel so much relief when they were just by themselves.
Even doing something as embarrassing as this was fine. And he called her gorgeous, too. She knew she was, logically. Her mother was a very gorgeous woman, after all, and they looked just like each other now.
Hearing it was different though.
”Come here.” He said.
And she did. Walking step by step until she came to stand in front of him. She had done similar things before with him so she wasn't shy. No, she was expectant.
She was right to be. Vera could already feel his hands on her body. His slow, sure movements. The way his palms roamed along her exposed legs and thighs.
His hands moved upwards. He slid underneath her skirt and grabbed at her toned cheeks. She stepped closer, pressing his face to her abdomen. The way he touched her always had this effect. The barest of brushes from his fingertips able to make her shiver hungrily in anticipation.
But just this wasn't enough anymore. Vera took him by the shoulders and pushed him onto the bed. Then crawled atop his body until his face was right beneath her and she could feel his hot breath tickle her most sensitive area.
His tongue, wet and slippery, began making familiar euphoric circles against her bare lips. The pleasure hit hard and fast, coming like unending waves while he serviced her.
This wasn't right. It was selfish. She was the one who was supposed to be giving a gift here, wasn't she?
Vera understood well what she had to do.
”You too.” She panted. And turned around. The bulge was painfully obvious. She had a sudden urge that was undeniable. Leaning over, Vera bit down lightly on the bulge and watched it twitch in response.
Somehow it was fun. But she didn't waste time and instead worked on his belt. Then the strings to his pants. And finally, he was free, as intimidating as ever. The Young Master's enraged c.o.c.k thrusting in the air defiantly.
Vera didn't even try to take it whole: It was impossible for her. Instead she gripped at the base and enjoyed the searing, pulsing warmth. Just like that she peeled away at the extra skin and unearthed the head of this monstrosity.
Her small tongue worked with excruciating slowness. Damien could feel each and every time she teased him. His c.o.c.k seemed to become harder by the second.
Up and down she went, savoring the stench of sweat he'd built up. As always the Young Master had the best scent. But this was even greater and more concentrated. The smell here was potent and really almost chokingly thick.
She loved it.
Not just that, either. She loved when he made her feel good too and loved even more making him feel good.
***
Vera lay there, thoroughly spent after several long hours of orgasmic hell. She looked over at her partner and felt slight resentment at his absurd stamina. Even now he was still so energetic. Look at him, still making her use her hand even after releasing so many times.
Not that she minded, though her arm was starting to tire.
”Young Master.” Vera suddenly spoke up.
”Yeah?”
”On second thought, I think I'm fine with you having more women.”
”F.u.c.k.i.n.g WHAT?”
She looked into his eyes, dead serious. ”WIth your size and stamina? When the time comes, I think I might die if it's just me.”