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“Move, Xanther,” I urged, gripping his shoulders for support. He obliged, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, each movement eliciting a moan from my lips. As the pleasure built, our pace increased, our bodies slamming together with wild abandon.
“Harder!” I cried out, my nails digging into his flesh. Xanther growled, his eyes full of fiery passion as he obliged. The sound of our wet skin colliding filled the shower, and my moans echoed off the tiles.
“Fuck, Noelle, you feel so good,” Xanther grunted, his grip on my hips tightening. I could tell he was close, and so was I. Our eyes remained locked in the mirror, the intensity of our gazes fueling the fire between us.
“Xanther, I’m going to come!” I screamed, my body tensing up as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm me once more.
“Me too, baby,” he panted, his thrusts growing even more desperate. And then, with one final, earth-shattering slam, we reached our peak together. Our mingled cries of ecstasy filled the air as we clung to each other, our bodies trembling with the force of our release.
***
The warmth of Xanther’s embrace enveloped me, providing a contrast to the chill that had settled in my bones. I clung to him, the familiar scent of pine and winter air filling my senses.
As we stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, I felt a surge of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. The words I had longed to say tumbled out in a rush.
“I can’t bear the thought of being apart from you for another year, seeing you for just a day or two out of the entire year,” I confessed, my voice cracking slightly.
Xanther pulled back, cupping my face in his hands. His piercing blue eyes searched mine, filled with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat.
“Noelle, I cannot stay on Earth. My duties and responsibilities on Yule call me back,” he said, his voice heavy with regret.
A lump formed in my throat, and I felt a wave of despair threatening to engulf me. But before I could give in to the sadness, he continued.
“But I want you to come visit me on Yule, see my world, experience the magic and wonder of my home,” he said, his voice filled with hope.
The words hung in the air between us, and though he didn’t say it outright, the implication was clear. He was offering me a choice, an opportunity to be with him, not just for a fleeting visit, but potentially forever.
The enormity of the decision lay before me, unspoken yet palpable. My mind raced with the possibilities and implications of what he was asking. The thought of leaving everything I knew behind was daunting, but the prospect of being with Xanther, of being part of his world, was equally tantalizing.
I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, and I found myself at a loss for how to articulate the tumultuous feelings that surged within me.
Chapter Nine
Noelle
The sensation of descending toward the icy expanse of Yule was both exhilarating and nerve-racking. My stomach churned with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety, making me acutely aware of every dip and turn of the sleigh. I instinctively reached out, intertwining my fingers with Xanther’s, seeking comfort in his familiar touch. Each beat of my heart felt amplified, echoing the rhythm of this new adventure.
As we continued our descent, we pierced through delicate layers of clouds, revealing the breathtaking landscape below. My eyes widened in awe at the sight that unfolded before me. Majestic mountains capped with pristine snow stood tall, their peaks bathed in the ethereal glow of Yule’s famed auroras. These shimmering curtains of light, in mesmerizing shades of green and violet, danced gracefully across the sky.
Further below, nestled within the embrace of serpentine glacial valleys, were cities that looked as if they had been meticulously chiseled out of ice. Their translucent spires reached ambitiously toward the heavens, capturing and refracting the auroral lights in a mesmerizing display of colors.
I found myself momentarily lost for words, finally managing to whisper, “It’s... it’s beyond anything I could have imagined.”
Xanther’s face lit up with pride as he steered the sleigh over bustling settlements. I noticed inhabitants of Yule, their skin a deep shade of crimson contrasted by their luminous white hair, pausing in their activities to look up and offer friendly waves in our direction.
Our journey took us closer to a collection of domed structures, which I recognized from Xanther’s descriptions as the legendary workshops of Yule. Here, dedicated artisans worked tirelessly throughout the year, crafting toys that brought joy to countless beings across the universe. Beyond these workshops, the landscape transformed into rolling hills blanketed with evergreen forests, their boughs laden with fresh snow.
As we made our final approach, the sleigh gently alighted in a spacious plaza situated in front of the grandest of the workshops. The area was abuzz with Yulians who had gathered in anticipation of our arrival. With Xanther’s assistance, I stepped down from the sleigh, immediately feeling the protective presence of his arm around me as we were enveloped by the crowd.
Their melodic voices rose in unison, “Welcome to Yule, friend Noelle!” Their faces, a sea of warm smiles, regarded me with a mixture of wonder and genuine interest.
The sheer magnitude of being in such an unfamiliar place, surrounded by beings so different from myself, made me feel a tad overwhelmed and bashful. However, the reassuring presence of Xanther by my side gave me the confidence to face this new chapter with optimism.
As we stepped onto the plaza, the crowd of Yulians that had gathered began to move closer, their faces a sea of deep crimson, each one radiating genuine curiosity and warmth. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, and I could feel dozens of eyes fixed on me, taking in my every feature.
An elderly Yulian, distinguished by the deeper shade of his skin and the wisdom evident in his gaze, stepped forward. “Our very first human visitor,” he remarked in a voice filled with wonder, his large, opalescent eyes studying me intently, as if trying to commit every detail to memory.
Around us, the younger Yulians, their stature noticeably smaller, began to congregate, their voices rising in a chorus of excited chatter. Among them, a particularly adventurous youngling, her eyes wide with fascination, tentatively reached out to touch my hair. She seemed utterly captivated by its texture, so different from her own silken, snow-white tresses.
