She held his gaze as she rolled her hips and rode him. Cade knelt behind her, his hands cupping her breasts, his warm breath against her ear, urging her on. “Faster. Squeeze him. Feel him fill you.”
“Oh god,” she moaned as her orgasm hit and she lost her rhythm. Cade took over, his hands on her hips keeping her moving atop Jaspar, who gasped and thrust his hips upward, the heat of his cum drawing a cry from her.
The aftershocks rippled through her, and she was barely aware of being moved from atop Jaspar to the bed.
Cade gazed at her, still hard but not touching.
“What are you waiting for?” She held out her arms, and he came to her. His cock sliding in, the thickness of it taking her dying orgasm and rolling into a new one. She came hard a second time, squeezing so tight Cade barely managed a few thrusts before yelling and spurting hotly inside her.
In a heap of limbs, they collapsed together. Sweaty. Sticky. Sated.
For now.
It led to Colette murmuring, “Okay, that was epic.”
“It was,” Jaspar agreed.
“The best.”
“My question is, what’s next?”
Apparently round two.
Merry Christmas to me.
Epilogue
On Christmas Day, two videos went viral on social media.
The first originated in Germany and featured a mother in her yard with her toddler. His chubby hand gripped some oats, which he excitedly scattered, claiming Santa’s reindeer would need it because they were always hungry.
“It’s late. Let’s go inside,” the mother said, but the toddler instead pointed.
“Mama, look. It’s Santa!” the little tyke exclaimed, leading to the camera angle changing in time to capture a ball of red exploding into bright sparks in the night sky.
“Better hurry to bed before Krampus sees you and thinks you’re naughty,” said the mother with amusement.
Comments went wild as people debated whether or not she’d actually captured the first known footage of Santa.
Meanwhile, a second video, from across the world, shot by a curious lookee-loo showed a woman sobbing in the arms of her husband, who tried to explain to the police officers parked in their driveway that their baby had literally disappeared from its crib.
A sudden hum in the air led the person recording to turn quickly enough to catch the nativity scene in the front yard being bathed in light. When the illumination disappeared, the crying woman shoved her husband away, shrieking, “Marjorie!”
In the strangest Christmas miracle of all, the manger now held a squalling child instead of a plastic doll.
The comments on that video had the child proclaimed as the reborn Christ, while others speculated on alien abduction.
To everyone’s surprise, especially those convinced both videos were fake, the United States president made a statement.
“My dear Americans, the most unbelievable thing has happened. In the past few days, not one but two UAPs containing aliens visited our planet.”
The president actually told his people, and, in turn, the world, a brief summary of the calamity that almost befell them—which included footage provided by Beta of the alien ship, the Krampusonians, and their destruction—and loudly proclaimed to everyone that the fact they weren’t being invaded was directly due to the valiant actions of two blue hunks.
The president further went on to declare they would be signing a treaty that would make the Xamians their new intergalactic allies. In return for the Xamians protecting them from the evil that might invade their planet, and for advancements in technology and medicine, they would be allowed to visit the planet. No mention was made of their true purpose, finding brides, but Colette didn’t mind, since she still had much work to do getting that set up.
The next few months proved to be a blur for Colette and her hunks as they did interviews and introduced the Xamians to the world—and women. When they were ready to launch the new intergalactic dating service, they almost crashed on the first day from those trying to access the site.
The matchmaking service— Once You Go Blue—ended up being a roaring success. Women signed up in droves, and even after rigorous screening that involved asking them how they felt about relocating, children, and more, enough remained that Colette’s staff had to expand to accommodate the busy service.
