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With that, she leaned back and wiggled her ass, making sure my cock was as deep in as it could go.
I reached around and placed my right hand against her clit and my left over her tits. I loved those tits. I loved them as much, but in a different way, than Agatha’s enormous ones.
I slapped at Kathleen’s clit with my fingers over and over, taking it between my fingers and rolling it around, pinching it, giving that clit so much fucking attention I knew it would be raw the next day. But Kathleen’s cries confirmed that she was loving every second of it.
And I pinned her back to my chest, lifted up till I was almost standing, and I fucked the shit out of her. She came as I fucked her there, driving up high inside of her. Her legs shook and she tried to collapse but I held her there and forced her to take it all in.
Then, when I knew I was ready to come myself, I plopped back down onto the couch and pushed her forward so she could bend my dick a little again. She knew what she was doing and knew what I liked. She bent forward and shoved back, fucking me so good.
“Right there,” I said.
And she stayed there, right in that position, until I couldn’t move and shot every ounce of cum I had into her, and she drained every drop.
Then we moved to the North Pole.
Things with Kathleen were great. Madison was so adorable. Her little face lit up when she saw the elves and many of them quickly became her best friends.
Kathleen seemed to really get it. She knew what she’d married into and each holiday season she’d help decorate and would even bake cookies and stuff.
And we fucked like rabbits. She loved me, that girl. And, man, did I love her.
We had a baby, little Nicholas, and he and Madison were our world until that time of the year…every year. During the Christmas season it was always about Christmas. Kathleen had always seemed to understand that. Unfortunately, with the birth of Nicholas, things began to change. As most parents do, we wanted to give everything to our kids. And that’s great. But at some point, in my line of work, you have to continue giving to others.
Kathleen never stopped caring about the kids of the world but she wasn’t into the life wholeheartedly. Every really cool item that came off the elf conveyor belt would be snatched up and saved for Nicholas or Madison.
She was an amazing mother, a wonderful wife, but she wasn’t a saint.
And she got old. I aged with her which I came to find out would always happen as I gave my heart to another. I’d grow old with them, and then, after they died, I’d return to my youth. We were both older when my Kathleen developed cancer of the uterus.
Time goes by very quickly when you’re immortal. And Kathleen’s time wound down while I held on to my health. Her energy drained and she spent most of her time in bed. Nicholas and Madison grew older but they were really involved in the lifestyle, giving all they had to the creation of toys, and they seemed to stop aging, both of them, right around the age of twenty-five.
Kathleen passed. And I was devastated yet again. The kids were miserable but just as everyone else grows old and experiences the loss of a parent, they dealt with their grief and moved past it. I, however, didn’t.
I suffered again. This was the second time I’d grown old with someone just to watch them wither away and then as if a slap in the face, a constant reminder of my curse camouflaged as a blessing, I’d rejuvenate and start all over again at age twenty-five.
I was young again, an old man in healthy and toned body. I was like a fucking vampire. As before, Nathaniel explained that Kathleen was a good woman to me and to our kids, but she was no saint. She never gave wholeheartedly. And I knew deep down in my heart that it was true.
Nicholas and Madison were worried about me. It had probably been a hundred years at least since Kathleen had passed. They wanted me to try my hand at love again. They’d both experienced loss of their own as they married and lost their spouses. It seemed all we’d ever have was each other.
Chapter 3
Marlena coughs again and again I wipe at her mouth with the cloth. The music outside has stopped. It seems the elves have either taken a break or have given up for the night. I take another long sip of my whiskey. Marlena. She’s an angel, asleep, fighting her own painful demons in her dreams and I know the minute she wakes she’ll be fighting the other battle.
The battle to keep going, to keep fighting, to smile through her pain. Each grin she gives is just for me because in her situation there isn’t much to smile about. I pray she’ll sleep a little longer, hopefully long enough for me to finish this letter so I can leave it here on the table and join her in rest.
The music starts up again, this time it’s Grandma Got Run over by a Reindeer. I have to laugh a little under my breath. I know its Barry singing that one. He loves that song. That brings me to thoughts of my third wife, the one before Marlena.
Celise was her name.
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Before I get to her, I have to tell you a little bit about elves. Our world really consists of two different dimensions. The one you all know and one with different kinds of creatures, all just trying to live a life among each other the same way we are. Elves are part of that dimension. They were brought here to help me with my mission, simply because they’re always cheerful and are hard workers.
But there are different kinds of elves. The ones you see in movies, those are the main worker elves, and I just call them plain ol’ Elves. They’re my favorite if I had to pick one. They never complain and they’re so freaking funny.
There are two other families of elves from the other dimension. Some are smaller. I call those ones Pinkies and they mostly handle the cleaning up of the North Pole. They’re the cutest darned things and they’re so fast. They speed through the community, picking up garbage, sweeping floors, making beds, and searching for anything else they can do to
keep things tidy.
