Elf-napped (A Filthy Dirty Christmas) by Abby Knox

Author:Abby Knox [Knox, Abby]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Author Abby Knox, LLC
Published: 2021-12-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Clara

So this is not a sex dream. Legolas never took the time to stretch me, nor did he pump me so hard in the end.

Good lord.

We sit together on the rug, wrapped in the most luxurious blankets that have ever touched my skin. My head rests in Eldrin’s lap as I gaze into the crackling fire.

His fingers play with my hair, and I might drift off to sleep any minute.

“I am confused about one thing, my queen.”

“Mm?”

“I didn’t see any blood.”

It takes a second to realize what he’s saying, and then I know.

“Oh. That. Being a virgin doesn’t necessarily mean that the hymen isn’t broken. A lot of time, they break on their own. Sports, biking, groin injuries. And, well, toys.”

“Which toys?” Eldrin asks, confused. “I know many things about toys, despite not having been a toymaker in Nicholas’s workshop.”

I lift one eyebrow and turn my head to look up at him. “I’ll bet you do. I’m talking about toys for sex. Sex toys. You know, vibrators, dildos, the list goes on and on.”

Eldrin appears to be at a loss for words for the first time. “They make toys for that? Who makes those? Santa does not have those at his workshop, I can assure you.”

I laugh so hard at this I might throw up.

“What has happened? Are you ill?”

I continue wheeze-laughing, which turns into silently shaking and holding my stomach, which turns into crying.

“But what if I….” I shriek between gales of laughter, “What if I put it on my Christmas list… Hey Santa, I’ve been very good. Can I please have a clit sucker…”

I have lost control of my bodily functions, and Eldrin’s confusion just makes me laugh harder.

“I do not have any medicine for human hysterics, but I can offer you some tea.”

“Oh my god. I love you,” I say, wiping my eyes.

His face lights up. “Then this has been a successful meeting of the minds. I’m pleased that you love me in return.”

He sucks in a trembling breath.

“El?”

The back of his hand dabs his cheek. “Why are my eyes leaking?”

I sit up and look at him in alarm and see what is happening.

“’ Good gods, why are humans so fragile?’” I say, in an imitation of him. “’Now, why are my eyes leaking?’ My dear sweet Eldrin. You have feelings. Do elves not cry?”

He swipes again at his face, and I melt as I see his chin tremble. “We cry over stories of great bravery and sacrifice. We cry when we grieve a loss. But I don’t understand this… I’m happy. I’ve never been this happy in my entire life, and yet I’m crying.”

Once again. I crawl into his lap. I kiss away the tears, kiss his tender lips, place a kiss on his forehead and wrap him in the tightest hug I can muster. “I call them the happy-sads. When you’re so happy, you don’t know what to do with yourself but emote. Does that help?”

“It’s true…and there is something else. One day, you’re going to die.

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