Never Let Grandma Buy Gifts

Oh.

Ohhhhhhhh.

I watched as he rummaged in his bed side table. He was pulling out a condom. I squirmed, my hands going to my shirt, tugging it off, letting my perky elven tits bounce free. I opened my mouth, then closed it. Then fuck it, I opened it, continuing my string of not actually following through on any commitments I made. "You d-don't need that," I said, quietly.

Jesus looked at me. He looked at me as I wriggled out of my jeans, kicking them away. My completely hairless sex was soaked and I was spreading my legs slowly on the bed, my butt nestling into the fabric as I looked at him. Jesus looked at my cunny. Then he looked at his condom. Then he looked at my cunny. Then he tossed the condom away, crawling onto me with an eager purr. He pushed me onto my back, kissing me hungrily as his cock immediately slotted against my sex. I squirmed and shifted, trying to get my rump into the right position, trying to spread my legs as wide as I could.

"Fuck me," I whispered as the kiss broke.

"No, chica." He licked my cheek, then nuzzled my ear, leaning over me. "I'm going to make sweet love to you."

I mewled, deep in my throat, as he nibbled gently on my tear tip and slid into me. And he was gentle -- deliciously gentle. His cock filled me to the brim, and I realized that size mattered a lot less than how fucking deliriously excited. My cunt clenched on his cock and he drew back -- and actually slipped out of me. He laughed.

"Damn girl," he murmured.

I giggled, then reached down and slid him back into me, my two palms still caressing his back. He started to thrust once more, his hips driving into me as I squeezed him to me. My body shuddered...and then my mind threw on the hand break.

Wait, WHAT!? My brain shouted. I looked at my hands as Jesus kissed my neck. My hands glowed a pale purple, though that glow faded as I no longer needed to use my mage hand to move his cock into my eager elven pussy. Now, he was going to town on me. Gentleness faded, moment by moment, as he picked up steam and excitement, and I loved it. My legs closed around his back, holding him tight to me as he fucked me. I put aside the thinking for later, gasping as Jesus kissed my neck, then the tips of my breasts.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" I groaned. "Ah, Jesus, ah yes! Yes!" I closed my eyes. "Jesus...ah...what should I...ah...fucking moan in Spanish?"

"Si!" He gasped out, jerking his head away from my neck long enough to look into my eyes as his hips drove me into the bed faster and faster. The bed springs were squeaking and I loved it. My whole body tensed up and I cried out.

"Si! Fucking si!"

That was too much. Too much for me and too much for Jesus, because he plunged himself in to the hilt of his cock, his balls slapping against my ass and I felt his cum filling me. It was thick and it was warm and it made me tingle with energy. I groaned and dragged his head to mine, kissing him desperately as he pumped his hips once, twice, three times more, each time churning the cum inside of me. I slowly stated to sink into the bed and Jesus sprawled atop me before slowly rolling to his side. His cock popped free and I watched as his cum started to slowly drip from my sex.

Jesus slid his arms around me and bundled me against him. His eyes were half closed. "That was amazing..." he whispered.

"Mmmhmm..." I mumbled, my palm spread against his chest. Feeling his thundering heart beat.

But then...

A terrifying thought struck me. A real nightmare, a fucked up spider of a beasty of an idea hit me. What if I was still in the game? I lay in the bed, thinking back furiously over the NeuroWave XT. It said that the emergency shut down mode happened only when unconsciousness happened -- if someone passed out during the game, or if they...went to sleep. Jesus' e yes were closed and he was laying on his back, holding me happily. He was ready to sleep. And my own eyes felt as if they were being dragged slowly down by anvils.

"J-Jesus, you wanna go again?" I whispered, nuzzling against his neck.

"Damn, chica," he said, laughing. "I thought us guys were supposed to be the..." He stopped, opening one eye as he looked at me. His brow furrowed. "You look scared. I-Is everything all right?"

Oh god, he was a keeper. But that was just it. What if he was just as much a fantasy as Havok had been? I sighed.

"I'm...scared I'm going to wake up a-and I'll be back home..." I whispered, crawling close to him and nuzzling against his chest. He held me tight, his arms wrapping around me. Holding me. I melted.

"You won't," he whispered. "This is Christmas, after all. It's a time of good miracles. Not bad ones."

"What about ghosts?" I mumbled into him. "Like, spooky ghosts?"

"They were nice ghosts," he said, sounding amused. "Listen. I'll stay up with you until you sleep. I won't let anything bad happen. Promise." He crossed himself. I melted. Truly melted. I sprawled against him, pressing my face against his chest. My eyes closed...stayed closed...

And I drifted away.

***

I woke and the nightmare was over.

Because Jesus' hand was on my ass.

I gasped as I sat up, my eyes widening. My breasts bounced and I put my hands to my ears -- feeling their slender points. I beamed and saw Jesus was still snoring. I grinned at him, grinned at his snoring, sleeping form. I looked at my palm.

Magic crackled, sparking between my finger tips. I sighed, then sprawled across his belly. My eyes closed as I let myself lay there, soaking up his warmth.

So, um...

I may have lied at the beginning of this story. For dramatic purposes.

I didn't want to blame anyone.

I wanted to thanks.

And so, this Christmas Day...thanks, Jennifer Hale. Thanks, Grandma.

Merry Post-Christmas.

I had a lot of work ahead of me.

THE END