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He was about to tell her that wasn't necessary, but he was still feeling a little frustrated by having his encounter with Beth interrupted. Focusing his magic into his hand, he held it over the jukebox and closed his eyes.
Unsure how the jukebox would respond, he focused on the idea of transferring energy from his body into the device. As the sparks danced along the edges of the jukebox, his senses expanded and revealed the device's inner workings. It wasn't composed of wires or sensors, but a magical crystal in the middle that had gone dormant.
"Aha!" He concentrated, pressing his magic against the crystal and feeling it rev up. Immediately, the jukebox clicked to life, revealing Christmas lights that had been embedded in the wood.
"Yes!" Kisa exclaimed, then released Mike and perused the selection. He moved back to the booth and sat down. Out in the lobby, Tink and Yuki seemed to be hotly debating something. The goblin was pointing her hammer at Yuki like a magic wand while Yuki drew glowing sigils in the air that rotated. Tink smashed a couple of the sigils, then analyzed one and nodded profusely. Rolling her eyes, Yuki turned her attention back to the elevator.
The wooden arm inside the jukebox lifted a record free and placed it on the turnstile of the player. When the needle hit, a familiar tune filled the Cocoa Lounge. It wasn't until he heard the words "Santa, baby," that he recognized the song.
This version had a modern sound with a steady beat, and Kisa swayed her hips from side to side while looking over her shoulder at Mike.
"Is the power on?" Holly appeared behind the counter, a broom in hand.
"Nah, I started this up." He kept his attention on Kisa as she danced to the song. Her lithe body moved beneath her coat as if it floated above her frame. "Who is singing this? It's really good."
"An elf," Holly replied. "We have an in-house band that records our own versions of the songs that mortals write. Each year, they redo all of them so that we at least hear new versions."
"I see." It was hard to imagine such a rich voice coming from someone like Holly, but he knew better than to assume anything when it came to magic. As for re-recording the songs each year, he imagined it was for the best. If the elves had to listen to Christmas songs all the time, the least they could do was change it up.
Kisa continued her dance, throwing looks at Mike as she swayed. The song came to an end and the record was replaced. Last Christmas started playing, this version sung by a man.
Behind him, he heard Holly singing along quietly as she cleaned up the broken mug. Kisa was doing some sort of impromptu interpretive ballet to the lyrics, her face twisted up in sadness as she reached for Mike longingly. She danced all around the lounge, nimbly moving around chairs and tables as she used the entire floor like a stage.
When the song came to an end, he applauded. Behind him, he heard Holly clapping in approval as well. He looked back to see that she was fidgeting with something under the bar, and steam was rising from a nearby vent.
When he looked back at Kisa, she was by the jukebox again. She winked, then chose the next song. There was a loud pop of static electricity when she touched the jukebox, and she shook her hand in response. She contemplated her fingers for a moment, a broad grin crossing her face.
It was All I Want for Christmas. Holly sat down next to him and handed him a pair of mugs. They were decorated like candy canes and topped with whipped cream and sprinkles.
"The singer sounds just like Mariah Carey," he told her.
"Oh, this one is her," Holly replied. "It's Mrs. Claus' favorite song, so we leave it untouched."
That explains why I hear it every year. He took the mugs and set Kisa's aside before sipping his own. The flavor was rich and warmed him up immediately.
"Magic cocoa?" he asked, holding the mug close so he could take in its scent. It was unlike anything he had ever smelled and reminded him of walking into a chocolate shop.
Holly nodded, her eyes on Kisa. The catgirl had moved toward Mike, allowing her coat to slide from her shoulders onto the floor. She put her hands on his knees and lip synced the words as she gyrated her hips behind her. Kisa leaned forward until her face was inches from his own, then stuck her tongue out and licked some of the cream from the top of his cocoa.
He smiled, feeling her desire wash over him. Ever since she had become his familiar, their bond had been steadily growing. Not only could he sense her presence, but he could often feel her mood as well. Recently, her arousal had become a tangible thing that floated around in the back of his mind, and he remembered how she had grabbed his cock only minutes ago.
Moving forward, he took her by the hands and spun her around until she faced away from him. Pressing her ass against his leg, she ran her hands up and down his thighs.
Kisa spun around and hopped onto him, locking her legs around his waist as she gazed into his eyes.
"That's so...naughty," Holly whispered, her mouth hanging open. Mike couldn't help but notice that she wasn't looking away. The music had acquired a background hum that was almost imperceptible, and the elf's eyes were wide.
"Yeah it is." Kisa wiggled her hips and playfully licked Mike's lips. "How about it, boss? You got any more cream for me?"
"Uh..." Mike threw a glance at Holly. It wasn't like they were home and could just find somewhere private. This was the North Pole, and they were being watched. And why was the jukebox making that sound? Could record players hum like that?
"Nah, don't worry about her." Kisa pressed her groin against his. "I think she likes it."
"Kisa." He tried to sound stern, but his willpower was fading. Feeling Kisa's soft fur against his skin was always a turn-on, but now she was practically humping him through his clothes. It didn't help that his magic was reacting to her, which meant it was two against one.
"C'mon, Caretaker. It's Christmas. What's a girl gotta do to get you to fill her stocking?" She buried her face in his neck and purred.
"Excuse me." Holly's cheeks were bright pink, and tiny crystalline shapes had appeared on her skin. "I can't see if you stand that way."
"Told you." Kisa's breath was hot in his ears. "I think she wants a show."
"Holly?" He looked at the elf to try and get a sense of what she actually wanted. Holly had shifted in her seat to get a better view, and was clutching her cocoa mug so tightly that her fingers had turned white. Her lips were slightly parted, and her eyes met his. What if their actions had triggered the Naughty Sickness that she had mentioned earlier? "I'm...we...do you want us to stop?"
"Don't mind me," she whispered with wide eyes. "I'm just...watching."
"Ooh, she likes to watch." Kisa was crooning in his ear now. "Wanna show her how you can fuck me without sitting down? I bet she'd like to see that. And don't tell me she doesn't excite you. I've seen you checking out those tights she's in, made me feel a little possessive is all."
Mike looked out the window to see Yuki and Tink still standing outside the elevator. Whatever they were doing seemed intensive, and he hoped that he could finish before Tink walked in and demanded to join. The last thing he wanted was for poor Yuki to sit outside waiting while he satisfied the goblin.
He slid his hands beneath Kisa's shirt, lifting it enough to slide his hands along her sides. Her fur was soft and her body warm. Behind her, the multicolored lights of the jukebox had brightened in intensity as the record started the song over instead of turning it off.
"Yeah, that's it." Kisa's tail twitched behind her as he slid his hand down the front of her stretch capris, the tips of his finger teasing the upper folds of her pussy. "Let's show her how we do things at home."
His head was buzzing now, and it felt like he was lost in a haze. Kisa licked the side of his neck and nibbled on his ear as he teased her clitoris with nimble fingers. Holly was visible from the corner of his eye, the elf panting like she was running on a treadmill.
The volume of the jukebox increased, and a blue aura formed around it.
Ah, shit. Mike moved toward the jukebox as Kisa pressed herself into his hands. He recognized that blue glow, and when he moved his hand toward the jukebox, the air crackled around his fingertips.
It was his magic. What he had used to kickstart the jukebox had somehow intensified and was creating some sort of sexual feedback loop. It explained the weird sounds and why Kisa was suddenly all over him. Out of all of the women of the house, his own familiar would be the most susceptible to his magic. In his attempts to activate the crystal, his magic was now being broadcast to anyone nearby who could hear it.
At least, that was his working theory. His brain was operating on a reduced blood supply on account of the massive hard on he was now sporting.
"Hey," he whispered to Kisa. "So it looks like my magic is kind of doing a weird thing here, and I just need to--"
The jukebox let out a crack as the magical aura turned into a series of sparks that jumped into his outstretched fingertips. His muscles tensed up as the magic washed over him, and he sat Kisa down on the jukebox while pushing her legs apart. She was already pushing her pants down and managed to pull one leg free just as he buried his face in her furry snatch.
Her scent surrounded him, and he lapped from her dripping folds. The skin around her labia had a very thin layer of fur that was nearly invisible against her dark skin, and it tickled the edges of his mouth as he slid his tongue over the top of her clit while using his chin to push her open. The music distorted, slowing until the record came to a stop.
"Yeesss!" she hissed, her claws digging into the back of his neck without breaking the skin. "Oh, god, that feels so good."
Mike couldn't see Holly, and no longer cared. He heard the occasional gasp behind him, but was riding the wave of his own magical backlash. His hands fit perfectly over the smooth contours of Kisa's ass, and he held her against his face as her legs folded over his shoulders and squeezed. Her shirt rode up, revealing the creme-colored fur of her belly.
The jukebox sputtered back to life as his magic activated it. The song changed, and when the record spun up, it was a familiar instrumental piece with an electric guitar. He tried to remember the name of the band, but that part of his brain no longer functioned. It had been a long time since he had experienced his own backlash, and he made a mental note not to try and infuse any more enchanted objects with his own magic.
"Oh, fucking...fuck!" Kisa squeezed his head, her hands slipping up to the back of his head. Her claws dug into his scalp, but he let the pain fuel him as Kisa came on his face. Her thighs contracted hard as she crushed his head between them. The music was now muffled as he sucked her clitoris into his mouth.
With each spasm, Kisa scratched him. He winced, but wasn't worried. The wounds were superficial and would heal in a matter of hours. What was on his mind, though, was how full his balls felt. His magic demanded release, and he wasn't about to be denied. Mike pulled his head free and tilted his head back and forth to loosen the muscles.
"Whew." Kisa fanned herself with one hand. "Wow, that one came out of nowhere, it's almost like--"
With a yank, he pulled Kisa down and spun her around so that her torso was lying across the top of the machine. He had already undone his pants, revealing his massively engorged cock. She made a goofy face at him over her shoulder, but he pressed himself into her so suddenly that her right eyelid twitched.
Biting down on her lower lip, Kisa held tight to the jukebox as Mike pounded her from behind. Her tail kept hitting him in the face, so he tucked it under one armpit and resumed his grip on Kisa's waist. She wrapped her legs around him, allowing him a better angle.
"Yeah, that's my good girl." He reached under the back of her shirt and started scratching his nails down her furry back. Kisa moaned, then arched her back for him.
"I hate that I do that, but it feels so good." She purred as he fucked her from behind, her claws leaving gouges in the wood. He used one hand on her hip to keep them connected while the other did long, slow drags down her back. Occasionally, he would move a hand along her side and trace his fingers along the underside of her breast. If he thrust into her deep enough, he could briefly tease her nipples with a fingertop.
Mike heard Holly gasp. He turned and saw that she had her legs crossed with a hand pinned between her thighs. Her eyes were closed as she rocked back and forth, whispering "I won't be naughty, I won't be naughty."
The visual pushed him over the edge. Grabbing onto Kisa's hips, he rammed himself into her so hard that the jukebox rocked beneath them. Her pussy gripped him tight every time he slid out, as if reluctant to release him.
"Yes, yes!" Her legs squeezed him so hard that his spine popped. He groaned as he felt that first wave of heat flood his belly, then release in a torrent of sticky cum inside of Kisa's womb. His magic concentrated into a ball, then poured itself into the catgirl.
Kisa's ears flattened and she let out a yowl of pleasure, then sank her claws into the jukebox so hard that she ripped some of the paneling off. Sparks shot from her body into the jukebox, and the arm malfunctioned, swinging around hard enough that smoke started rising from beneath it.
"Shit, shit!" Mike tried to pull Kisa away from the jukebox, only to fall backward onto his butt when she let go. Still connected together, this resulted in Kisa slamming into him so hard that it triggered a second, much smaller orgasm in him. His legs spasmed as she rocked herself back and forth.
"Yes, yes...yes...damn!" Kisa groaned, then looked over her shoulder. "That one got away."
Mike said nothing. His cock was still pulsating, filling her with micro-bursts of semen. Holly grunted, and he noticed that her teeth were clenched tight as she shuddered, her whole body going still. The Cocoa Lounge filled with the smell of burnt wood as the jukebox let out a whine, and then the protective glass cracked. Tendrils of smoke rose from the speaker as the lights turned off.
"You really filled me up." Kisa wiggled her ass, then looked over her shoulder at him. "If I'm gonna wander around the North Pole, I'm not doing it with cum soaked panties."
He nodded, then held his arms out as she dismounted and scooted back until she could sit on his face. Her pussy had taken on the musky scent of his spooge with just a slight hint of ozone. When he buried his tongue inside her, Kisa groaned as she did the same for him, licking his cock clean.
A year ago, the thought of doing such a thing had been foreign to him. However, Kisa absolutely loved doing it, and it wasn't like almost everyone else wasn't already eating his sperm for one reason or another.
It also didn't hurt that it had taken on a semi-sweet taste. He wasn't sure if that was his own magic or a trait he had taken on from someone else. His spooge shimmered like it had glitter because of one of the times he had come inside of a fairy, so why not an improved flavor?
Kisa's rough tongue had him clean pretty fast, so she was content to suckle on his cock and moan as he ran his tongue along her inner folds in an attempt to get it all. He ran his fingers over her pubes, stroking them lovingly as he did his best to clean her insides. Her juices were mixed with his own, and the taste of them made him feel like he was floating.
"They're coming." Holly was looking outside as she wiped her hand off on a napkin.
"We already did." Kisa giggled as she squirmed off of Mike and pulled her leggings back up. Mike stood and did his best to adjust his clothes. Holly handed him a napkin.
"Your face is all shiny," the elf told him in awe.
"Thanks." He wiped off his lips and chin, then crumpled the napkin up and threw it in the nearby trash just as the door of the Cocoa Lounge opened. Yuki held the door while Tink strolled in with a smug look on her face.
"Elevator fixed!" She declared. "Tink fix anything!" Her eyes were still a bit glazed over, but it was clear she was mostly sober now.
"Hey." Yuki looked at Mike, then Kisa. Her nose wrinkled as she sniffed the air, then rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Seriously? You didn't even make it an hour before fucking at the North Pole? And in front of poor Holly, no less."
"In my defense, it was kind of an accident." He gestured at the jukebox. "Who would have guessed that using my magic to activate the crystal inside would have caused some weird reaction that affected everyone in here?"
Yuki narrowed her eyes. "Uh huh. Seems like we can't go anywhere without you wanting to stick some part of you inside of something or someone else. We should probably put a warning label on you."
"To be fair, Holly didn't try to stop us." Kisa grinned, then winked at the elf. "I think she liked it."
Holly's face turned red as she coughed into her hand and slid out of her seat. "I just wanted to make cocoa for everyone while we waited."
"Cocoa!" Tink pushed past Yuki and stormed up to the bar. "Tink like it hot, with plenty of whipped cream!"
"We're short on cream right now," Kisa whispered with a giggle. Mike swatted at her playfully, not wanting Tink to overhear. It wasn't so much that she would get jealous, but that she would demand a turn and he didn't think now was a good time for it.
"Anyway, we can leave now." Yuki crossed her arms. "So let's see about starting that furnace back up, shall we?"
Holly nodded, then led the way. Mike picked up what was left of his hot cocoa and drained it. It was the perfect temperature, leaving a blazing trail of warmth all the way down into his belly. Kisa offered her cup to Tink, and the goblin frowned.
"All the cream is gone," she complained before drinking it. "Stupid cat."
"I'm not even mad." Kisa chuckled, then left the cocoa lounge.
Once everyone was out by the elevator door, Yuki had them all get inside. On the back wall of the car were a pair of glowing runes.
"We can power it with magic," she said. "I would have suggested you give it a try, but now I'm afraid of what would happen."
Mike nodded. Without a doubt, the last thing he needed to do was trigger an accidental orgy inside the elevator.
Yuki put her hands on the runes and closed her eyes. Motes of light hovered around her hands as the door shut. Tink pushed a button near the bottom, and the elevator hummed as it descended.
"So how big is this place?" Mike asked Holly. "And how does it not get spotted?"
The elf shrugged. "Nobody really knows how big it is. From the outside, it looks like rubble ice, and it's still way bigger on the inside. As for why it hasn't been discovered, nobody can come near without the magic chasing them off. Only those who are invited can breach the exterior, but a shortcut like the fireplace network can bring you here as well."
That sounded familiar. Mike's home was similar, only his front yard wasn't the arctic north. When people came knocking for trouble, he usually had to chase them off his lawn.
"But you're at the North Pole," Kisa argued. "People have specifically come to the North Pole before."
"Magnetic or true?" Holly grinned. "And what if I told you that neither of those places was at the top of the world? Kind of hard to pin a place down when it exists on a large chunk of ice, isn't it? It's rare, but sometimes humans get close. We almost had an icebreaker ship breach the perimeter one summer, it was very exciting."
"Wait, a ship?" Kisa's hair poofed out. "Is this whole place...just floating on ice? Like, there's nothing but ocean beneath us? We could sink?"
