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  A Christmas Dragon was hard enough to pass off, let alone one with a raging erection.

  Chapter Seven

  Lingerie seemed to be the dragon’s gift of choice. Bras, panties, more negligees and an item that was made of silk, but defied description. The silk ropes also gave her pause. She was going to hide those on Christmas morning. Just having them in her vicinity made her uncomfortable and just the littlest bit intrigued. Bondage had never been something that she played with in the bedroom and she had no idea what was on the dragon’s mind. He wouldn’t fit into the cabin, let alone into her.

  Blinking at that thought she checked the time and quickly plugged a Christmas Carol into her DVD player. Midnight was almost upon her. It was almost Christmas and she had been unwrapping presents all day. Sure she had delayed it to one per hour, but time had flown. She idly caressed the scale necklace and earrings, wondering to herself if the Christmas Dragon was making his rounds.

  * * * *

  In Britain, three villages stopped cold when a dragon roared in frustration, the villagers hiding indoors until the morning.

  * * * *

  The red box with the big bow taunted Maggie, but she held firm. A diet of chocolate-covered coffee beans kept her wide awake and jittery until dawn. The moment that she saw the light fingers of dawn, she jumped to her feet. The robe that she had put on after her three AM shower swirled while she sprinted to the big red box. Her hands trembled as she grabbed the bow and yanked with gusto. The sides of the box fell away and what was left took her breath away. Wearing nothing but a Santa hat, a familiar face on a mouth watering body smiled at her.

  “Merry Christmas, Maggie. Do you remember me?”

  A shattering of crystal in her thoughts let the memories return and in an instant, she was in his arms. “Syrus. You left.”

  “I had a job to do, only this once. I am back now. Are you enjoying Christmas?”

  If her eyes were shining as brightly as his, she would be surprised that he wasn’t blinded. “I am. You did all of this?” She waved at her robe and negligee and his appreciative look made her blush.

  “I would do all this and more for you if you would just say the word.” He knelt in front of her and pressed his lips to the silk over her belly. He slowly rose to his feet, trailing kisses as he climbed.

  She was trembling by the time that they locked together in a kiss. His long saurian tongue teased her lips apart, demanding entrance that she gladly gave. Her knees were buckling as her body grew warm and pliable in his arms so he simply lifted her and took her to lie in front of the fire.

  “I do love this colour on you.” His murmured words preceded his untying her robe and sliding it open.

  “That would explain why you chose it.” Her last word ended on a gasp as he took one of her taut nipples into his mouth and suckled at it through the silk. He lapped at the other and then sucked them in turn. The wetness between her thighs was dampening the silk, a flaring blush caught her cheeks as he snaked one hand up to separate her legs and found her wet and slick from just that small contact.

  Maggie moaned as he worked at her with his fingers. Two and then three fingers slid into her, building her tension until she screamed. She arched her back and bucked against his hand as her orgasm rushed at her in a firestorm of sensation.

  She was barely back to her senses when she felt him move onto her. As his thighs pushed hers apart, she flexed her knees to let him in. The hot probing of his cock brought her attention fully to his face as he possessed her. That is what it was, a possession. He was taking his place in her mind, her heart and her body within that one moment where he waited for her invitation.

  She hooked her heel around his lower back and invited him in.

  He did not need to be asked twice and soon the inexorable slide to release started within her again. This time when she screamed her release, he was with her, groaning and pumping his hips into her until she was limp and satisfied.

  He raised his head tiredly and looked into her dazed eyes. “Merry Christmas, Maggie.”

  “Merry Christmas, Syrus.”

  Warm and wrapped together in front of the fire, they both got some much needed rest.

  “So how was delivering presents to all the boys and girls? Did you have fun?” She was idly stroking the necklace he had given her and couldn’t understand his sudden intense look. Her dragon was more than able to make breakfast, even after noon. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

  “Those earrings and necklace are a traditional dragon courting gift. They are tied to me. You stroke them, you stroke me.” He looked down at his fresh erection and then back at her.

  Her hand snapped away as if burned. “I am sorry.”

  He laughed. “I am not. Of course, you are responsible for me frightening half of Britain, but other than that there were no issues.”

  “So what will you do when I return home? Will you forget all about me and find a new woman alone in a cabin to play with?”

  Syrus looked angry. “I will go where you go. I have already set up a company so that I can blend into your world.”

  That surprised and warmed the part of her that had begun to think of this as a fantasy fling. “What kind of company?’

  “Syrus Designs. Fine lingerie for the woman who wishes a little more fantasy in her life.”

  Her dragon was so strong, so brave. He was frying the bacon while naked. That was a true warrior. She smiled for a moment and then realized what she was wearing. “You designed all these?” Her hand took in the silk that she was wearing as well as the neatly folded piles near the tree.

  “I did. The elves helped with manufacturing, but Walther has set up my company and factory only a few blocks away from your home. I also have a rather large house that is being decorated as we speak. There should be a nice big bed in place by the time we get back to civilization.”

  “Are you sure that you want little ol’ me? Not someone more exotic?” She began to fiddle with the earrings and necklace. “I mean, you are the Christmas Dragon, you could have any woman filling your stockings.”

  He took the bacon off the heat and turned to stride toward her. “Maggie Konrad, you have my heart, my soul and any part of my body you wish. You are the only thing I would ever want to find under my tree. Stockings or not.” He had caught her and was taking her negligee off with precise movements. He flipped her over his shoulder, grabbed the velvet cloak and threw it down under the tree. He laid her on the velvet and positioned her precisely.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I am opening my present.” With a chuckle and no other warning, his long tongue flicked out and began to feast between her thighs.

  Weaving her fingers into his hair to hold him to her, she noticed the tiny pixies watching in the window. Laughter bubbled up and all she could think was, “Merry Christmas too all and to all a good… Oh!”

  Author’s Note

  This is a story related to last year’s Holding Holly and The Oldest Elf. In those tales, we first see the Workshop and meet Sahn-Tah Kelas.

  Twisting the origins of Santa was fun, having a dragon pinch hit on deliveries was even more fun. I hope that you have enjoyed the Christmas Dragon and that you have a very Merry Christmas of your own. Dragon on your doorstep in a hat, or not.

  Viola Grace

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  About the Author

  Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there.

  She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis.

  In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work,
beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.

  Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush.

  Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.

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