I crouch down and peak at the roasting fowl inside the oven, trying my best to judge how it's cooking. It seemed to be doing ok, a slow glaze of golden brown appearing on the top. I can smell it from here, and I salivate at thought of the turkey dinner to come.

York is to my side and is chopping vegetables rapidly and expertly, starting with the carrots. She must notice my drooling expression because the vampiress giggles and shoos me away.

"Hands to thyself, tis not just to sate thy own hunger. Truly, thy greed knows no bounds. An entire turkey just to sate my husband? Preposterous."

I pout and rebuke the claim immediately. "Hey. I was just checking. But I'd happily have it all to myself if you're offering!" York just rolls her eyes and continues cutting.

A loud bang from the living room makes me look up and sigh. What now?

I enter to find several Christmas decorations that had been hung up at the start of the month by yours truly scattered across the floor.

Marya looks on from the sofa with a giant grin on her face, encouraging the perpetrator of the crime to carry on, the cat's antics amusing enough to tear her attention away from her new Christmas present for a second. Whiskey had some of the decorations between his paws and was having the time of his life playing with the damn thing.

I shoo him away and Marya makes a disappointed noise as I hang it back up neatly, before immediately going back to playing on her Switch. In the corner of the room, a large Christmas tree sits, but all the presents were absent. We had intended to wait till after dinner, but Marya had been very impatient, so we had opened them before our guests arrived.

Seeing as we lived so close to the port, it felt rude not to invite my sister-in-law Wales over for Christmas. Many of my wife's other sisters were celebrating away from the port with loved ones, so it was pointless to invite them. But Wales was staying at the port this year, she had declined at first, happy to go celebrate with some of her friends at the dorms, but York had managed to convince her to come over, even if it was just for a few hours before returning to the festivities back at her home.

As I turn back to my daughter to ask how she was finding her new present, I feel a lancing pain in my hand, right on my forefinger. It's only for a millisecond, but I immediately hurry to the kitchen, already aware of the source.

As suspected, York stand's there holding her finger, cursing loudly. I quickly take her hand and inspect the wound, on the very same finger I had felt the exact same pain. It's not deep, just shallow. Still, it was a surprising amount of blood.

Not one to waste, I immediately lap a drop of it up with my tongue, that would be my portion for the month. The rest I wipe away quickly with a paper towel before fetching a band-aid from the cupboard and smiling at my wife.

"You ok?" Somewhat out of character, she blushes fiercely.

"Thou were present before I could act on my infliction, such speed… such devout care… goodness." She murmurs before giving an apologetic smile. "Apologies… I presume thou felt it?"

I nod my head slightly and she shakes her head, annoyed at herself. "Apologies once more, I should not inflict mine own pain on my Adonis. But… at times, this binding link betwixt us is hard to wrangle control of. It seems to get worse each month…"

It was true that the link between Master & Thrall seemed to strengthen each passing month. Often one another's thoughts would float into our heads, sometimes, small, silly things, sometimes just thoughts about the other.

And more recently, physical sensations in times of excitement or pain. Not too often, but it did make for an odd experience nonetheless. Still, I didn't mind. It made me feel even closer to York, which is all I ever really wanted. I already know that York heard those thoughts, just from the way she smiles back at me.

York rolls her turquoise eyes and hugs me close, whispering in my ear. "Truly, thy heart and mind are like a bard trying to woo a maid with romantic notions." She chuckles lightly. "Knowing thou doth feel such things shalt nev'r fail to set mine heart aflutter and my chest ablaze like the morn sun." Her grip tightens before giving me a sweet peck on the cheek.

I smile ear to ear, returning the kiss. York always had a way with her words. Occasionally she would speak plainly, but she much preferred speaking with carefully and beautifully crafted words. I remember, a long time ago, how her wordplay had confused and even slightly annoyed me. Not so anymore.

We stay, noses touching, eyes basking in one another's attention, sharing an oddly intimate and lovely moment until our trance is broken by the sharp ring of the doorbell.

Ah, that must be Wales. My wife must come to the same conclusion because her lips tug upwards in a coy smile, kissing me once more before taking me by the arm and pulling me towards the door to greet her sister.

Indeed, when we swing the door open, Wales stands with a bright red overcoat around her, shivering in the cold winter air, the fluffy white sweater underneath not quite doing the job of keeping her warm on its own. She quickly steps inside upon invitation, and I make sure to swiftly shut the door, sealing the icy weather outside.

Wales smiles warmly before embracing her sister. "York! Merry Christmas! How are you?"

"All the better for laying mine eyes upon thyself, dear sister. I am so glad thou art able to join us on this occasion. We shalt hath to arrange a festive tea party with our other siblings upon their return to the port." York lightly returns the hug. She still wasn't much of a hugger but had grown more accustomed to her sibling's warm showings of affection over the years.

Oddly enough, she always seemed to hug me any chance she got and loved being embraced in turn. But York insisted that was different somehow…

Wales nods happily. "Oh, that sounds wonderful." She turns her attention to me with a grin. "And how is my lovely brother-in-law, treating my sister well I hope?"

"Would I do anything but?" I smile as she takes me in an equally tight hug.

I'm surprised to hear Marya call out from behind me, having been torn away from her switch by the sound of her beloved auntie. "Auntie Wales!"

She quickly runs up and takes Wales in a hug, which she reciprocates, bending down giving her niece a forehead smooch while laughing. "Hello hello. And how is Marya?"

She nods rapidly, a huge grin on her face as she holds her Switch up proudly. "Oh, was that for Christmas? Did your parents get that for you?"

"Yep!" My daughter beams.

"Oh, well aren't you lucky. Have you thanked them properly?" Wales raises an eyebrow sceptically and Marya pouts.

"Of course." But, to make her point, she quickly turns on the spot and gives me a hug, before also hugging York, giving her thanks once more.

"Good girl." Wales ruffles her dark pink hair affectionately, before the little madam runs back into the living room, no doubt to play more.

Wales's lips tug upwards in a teasing smile as she looks at York. "I'm surprised you gifted her something so… modern. Is my ancient sister finally seeing the value of technology?"

York snorts. "My Adonis decided on the gift. I hath absolutely no idea what function the contraption serves, but mine daughter appears to enjoy the entertainment it provides. And for the record… I am not impotent with technology, I simply prefer... more traditional ways if possible. I fully understand the need for such things."

"Whatever you say sis." Wales can't stop grinning, knowing full well what York was like with any form of technology. Clumsy would be the use I would use.

York must hear my thoughts because she glares at me faintly before playfully slapping me on my arm. "I am not that bad."

I smirk back at her and wrap an arm around her waist, giving her neck a quick nuzzle, uncaring that Wales was watching. "Agree to disagree on that…" I can't help but twist York's leg, so to speak.

She knows I'm just being playful and rolls her eyes before leading us down the hallway.

Wales changes the topic as we head into the dining room, her gaze settling on York's small bulging stomach. "Starting to show now I see. You look radiant."

York blushes slightly at the compliment as her hand naturally caress her petite baby bump. "It had been so long since Marya… I forgot how nice it felt, to be with child."

"Do we know if I have another niece or perhaps a nephew yet?"

I shake my head, answering for York. "Not yet, couple more weeks."

"Can't wait~" Wales laughs happily. Me and her both. I think that I wanted a boy, but to be honest, I wasn't entirely sure, and would just be happy when I knew regardless of gender, the suspense was killing both me and York.

"Marya! Off thy game now. Dinner shalt be served in due time. Come talk to thy auntie." York calls out but does not receive a response. She waits, tapping her heel and pursing her lip irritated. Just as she's about to call out again, our daughter appears and sits herself down at the dinner table next to Wales.

York quickly disappears to attend to the festive dinner, and I follow, helping her out.

It takes a while, perhaps longer than anticipated, but eventually, four hearty portions of Christmas dinner are served on the table, a combined effort between me and my wife, although even I had to admit, it was more hers than mine.

While we had been busy in the kitchen, Wales had been regaling Marya with all sorts of stories, about the Sirens, the missions she used to go on, and even just fond memories that she had of her mother.

Marya looked she had been enraptured the whole time. It's true that Wales was a great storyteller. She had something of a knack for it, weaving her words with such enthusiasm, her smile unwavering. It was kind of brilliant, and I'm a little sad I had missed out on some of the juicer stories about my wife from her past.

We each demolish the meal infront of us with ease, having not eaten to save room for it. Even Marya manages to clean her plate, somehow fitting all that food into her small frame. Having said that, she had played with the vegetables on her plate, moving them around with her fork but never actually eating any, before York had given a warning glare and she had huffed, placing them between her fangs and biting down with an air of annoyance.

But otherwise, the dinner goes down a treat, and Wales gives her thanks with a giant grin on her face. I like to think it was because of the cooking, and compliment both my wife and myself… humbly of course.

Afterwards, we all move to the living room to chat as Marya resumes playing her game. Wales occasionally looks over her shoulder, intrigued. Marya does not seem to mind the audience however, hell, if I knew her, she probably loved showing off to her auntie.

"So…" My wife speaks up from my side, hand tightly clenched in my own. "Wales… how proceeds thy romantic endeavours?" York seems a little hesitant to bring the subject up but is too curious to not. She was just caring for her sister in her own way.

"Oh. Well…" It was incredibly unlike Wales to be embarrassed, but a light blush does rest on her cheeks. Although, it does vanish as quick as it appears as Wales seems to wrestle control of herself, playful cheeriness returning. "I have been seeing someone. Only a couple of dates. But it seems to be going well. They get me, you know? I… honestly, I really like them. And I think, or at least hope, they feel the same." Wales eyes shimmer with seriousness. Damn, I do actually think she might be smitten.

York exclaims excitedly. "Oh Wales! I'm glad for you, truly. And may I ask who the lucky man is?"

Wales blinks slightly, but without any hesitation answers truthfully. "You may, but you wouldn't get very far sis. She's not a man."

I can't help but arch an eyebrow at this. It was not a remote surprise that Wales was bi, not even the slightest. In fact, it was quite obvious, even if she'd never officially announced it. What was interesting though, was the possibilities.

York's thoughts are flying quickly, a couple passing the bridge of our connection into my own brain. Unsurprisingly, my wife has thought of the same thing.

"Is it someone from outside our fair port, or… a fellow kansen?" That was the question indeed.

I can already tell by Wales's smug grin, however, that we are not getting an answer. "Sorry York. It's a bit early to spill the beans yet. But…"

She smiles warmly. "Tell you what. As soon as I'm ready, you'll be the first person I tell." She narrows her eyes mischievously. "As long as I'm the first person you tell when you find out the gender of that bun in the oven. How bout it?"

"Deal." York doesn't even consider it for a second. I can feel her curiosity eating away at her. She desperately wanted to meet the one who could make her sibling smile like that, a nostalgic happy smile.

Wales laughs before taking a sip of the wine we had served her. The conversation continues on for some time, the afternoon becoming evening as the light outside begins to fade.

Eventually, it is time to wrap up our conversation and send Wales on her way.

As I wave goodbye to Wales, and she disappears into the frigid afternoon air, I feel a tight set of arms slowly envelope me from behind as I close the door.

Her voice is sultry, whispered into my ear. "Merry Christmas." A quiet refined laugh and her lips are back at my ear, one of her fangs deliberately brushing and biting my earlobe teasingly.

"Merry Christmas to you too." I can only speak to the closed door, York's arms keeping me pinned in place as she presses herself against my back, deepening her hug.

I hear one of her hands disappears as the other twirls me on the spot, only for my vision to immediately be taken up by my wife's perfect eyes as she kisses me passionately, our tongue intertwining as we hum against the other, perfectly in sync.

I notice that her other hand is holding mistletoe above of us, and I can't help but smile into the kiss. York had always had a festive streak to her. We do eventually break away, and as we do, my eyes widen as they practically fall out of their sockets, as I finally lay my gaze on York properly.

In one hand she held the mistletoe, and in the other, a pair of jingle bells. I hadn't noticed them as she was holding them from the bottom, making sure they remained silent. However, the star of the show, so to speak, was what York was wearing.

Or technically, what she wasn't wearing, seeing as her current outfit hid incredibly little of her stunning body. Her nipples were hidden by what essentially amounted to red diagonal ribbons running down her chest, attached to a frilly shoulder piece and choker, all themed red and white and topped off with a bow on the front.

Her bottom half was not any more modest. She was wearing a frilly red and white set of panties underneath her small baby bump which were very tight-fitting, so much so that her cameltoe is very clearly visible. The panties are adorned with a small ornamental bell on the front and a white frilled garter on her left leg finishes off the sexy Christmas themed ensemble.

When in the world had she put that on? She must have slipped on just after she said bye to Wales. That was some seriously quick wardrobe changing.

And good lord. That was one hell of a costume. I had no idea she had bought it, or even had it. Which meant she had gone to great lengths to hide it from me, even avoiding just thinking about it, so as not to spoil the surprise.

York flutters her eyelashes at me coyly, a smug smirk planted on her visage as she gauges my reaction. "So… Commander~" York put's special emphasis on my rank, somehow managing to make it sound dirty.

"Would thou like to unwrap thy festive present? And break in the new mattress at the same time?" She winks salaciously at that last part, clearly enjoying herself.

We had bought a new mattress between us. We had needed one, and it was festive treat for the both of us.

While I would like nothing more than to take my wife up on her offer, I can help but check behind her shoulder. "Um… Marya?" I ask questioningly.

York rolls her eyes as if to berate me for dampening the lusty mood. "Tis fine, I sent her to her room with her new… switchy gizmo."

I can't help but laugh and correct her ill-informed mistake. "It's called a Switch, dear."

"Whatever the confounded contraption is called…" She waves her hand before returning to her teasing smile. "…she will be preoccupied for hours. Plenty of time for an exchange of… gifts."

She walks the half step closer and presses her barely covered chest against me as she raises the jingle bells, offering them to me. I smile warmly and kiss the tip of her nose in appreciation taking the objects.

I had an idea of what she wanted to use them for, and I conduct a quick test, taking one and ringing it gently next to my wife's left ear.

The effect is immediate as her eyes grow half-lidded, a shiver running straight down her spine her breath hitching. My wife's ears were very, very sensitive, and a high-pitched noise placed so close had something of an unorthodox effect on her. She could never describe the sensation, but said it was highly pleasurable.

She quickly recovers and takes a hold of my wrist, practically dragging me upstairs to the bedroom, and I quietly close and lock the door behind me, so that my Christmas gift won't be disturbed.

- XXX Start (Little bit kinky this time, you have been warned) -

York puts down the mistletoe and bells on the beside table before quickly grabbing something off the bed as I turn, just before I can see and holds it behinds herself with a teasing smile.

I raise an eyebrow as she grins at me, shaking her body from side to side very so slightly, just so her breasts swing with her movements seductively, the contrast of the thin red ribbon against her chest a treat to the eye.

"What do you have there?"

She chuckles and flashes a fang at me. "Oh? Wouldn't you like to know?" She laughs lightly again before fluttering her eyelashes.

"Something you'll like… but first, a question."

She motions down her body with her hand, showing off her incredibly hot outfit. "Do you like it?"

It's not a trick question. She genuinely was asking and was hoping that I did. It was true she hadn't really worn anything quite like that before.

My eyes take all of her perfect form in. Barely hidden by the ribbons and lace holding it all together. "York…" I smile and kiss her on the lips softly, our tongues barely caressing and she moves away teasingly.

"You look, perfect. In every possible way." Her sharp ears burn red at the compliment and she gives a coquettish smile, happy with my answer, before finally revealing what she held behind her.

A roll of ribbon. Bright red Christmas ribbon. I arch an eyebrow. What was that for exactly?

My wife giggles before turning on the spot and holding her hands behind her back,. I get the idea and take the ribbon from her hand, unwinding it.

"You're sure?" York nods, shivering in excitement. I knew what she wanted. York wanted to be tied up. Using the ribbon, I loop it around her wrists several times, then vertically, securing the binding.

I gently suck on her sensitive ear tip as I do, whispering. "So… feeling kinky?"

"Just a little bit. What's a Christmas gift if it is not wrapped properly?" She laughs at her own joke, before pulling at the ribbon holding her, making sure they were properly secured. Indeed they were.

I guide her to the bed, laying her on her back gently, making sure she was comfy with her head resting on the pillow for what comes next. This would be… interesting.

With her bound like that, the intense ringing from the jingle bells was sure to reduce her to a whimpering mess, and I couldn't wait. I eagerly snatch the bells up off the side as York watches me with pure anticipation in her beautiful eyes. She was just as eager as me.

Her bound form wiggles slightly as she waits, eyes focused on the two bells in my hands. I can't even remember when we had discovered York's weakness to extremely high pitched noises, but the effect was certainly interesting. Her elven/vampiric ears truly were a wonder, and it turned they were even more sensitive than she had first thought.

I walk around the bed, drawing it out, still enjoying the Christmas themed lingerie set my wife had picked out. It really was something. I reach out and tug on one of the ribbons, causing it to rub against her hard nipple, pressing into the breast as she groans needily.

With the other hand, I slowly bring a bell close to her ear and ring it gently. The sound is light and musically to my ears. But to my wife's… it is sensory heaven. The sound is bright and yet sharp.

Her eyes immediately roll upwards as her whole body squirms, a deep, animalistic groan of pleasure growling from her throat. I ring it a few times, before pulling away and allowing her to recover.

Then, I repeat the process on the other side, before ringing it a bit more forcibly. Her eyes become vacant as she mewls pathetically, her mouth slightly agape revealing her fangs as her tongue hangs out in an odd expression of pure bliss.

I ring the bell harder once more, watching my wife shudder from head to toe in her Christmas themed bindings, arms pulling at the ribbon fruitlessly. I'm actually a bit jealous, to derive so much pleasure, such a unique experience from just a pair of bells and her sensitive ears. It must be utterly unique.

York struggles slightly, her hands bound loosely by the ribbons, her gaze semi-vacant as drool slips down her chin, her body twitching. I stop my sensory assault, putting the bells down on the side.

She was incredibly sensitive right now, and all it takes for me to trace a finger down her body, following the Christmas themed ribbons along her skin to get a low guttural moan from her lips as she starts to slowly slip back to reality.

I shuffle down the bed along with my finger, eventually swapping it out for my tongue as I gently and slowly lick down her lewd form, leaving a trail of saliva as she mewls at the feeling of my warm tongue.

I stop at her panties, tugging them downwards to her knees so I can get a good look at her snatch. Warm, wet and inviting. Pulsing with need. Had I gone too far with the bells? The look of euphoria on my wife's face says otherwise.

She was sodden, dripping onto the bedsheets with need. Whimpering faintly with need. I trail my tongue lower and lower, over her slight baby bump, finally reaching her crotch, and I feel her muscles tighten, waiting for the inevitable.

So, of course, I surprise her. By instead focusing on the cute tufts of bright pink pubic hair. She was only lightly trimmed, plenty enough for me to play with. I lavish the musky hair with my tongue, relishing the scent, and how clearly turned-on York was.

Without warning, I take a long pink hair between my teeth and pull on it gently, before tugging again with more force, I immensely enjoy the gasp of pain and pleasure, mixed with surprise, that echoes around the room at this. York bucks her hips, to no avail, practically pleading with me to stick my tongue into her tight pussy already as I ignore her and continue to have my fun with my wife's sodden pubes, the smell of her sex drowning my other senses.

It wasn't often I had my wife tied up in such a lewd getup, and I wasn't going to waste a single second. I can hear her murmuring, slowly coming back to her senses after the auditory assault. "Please…" I relish the desperation in her voice.

York did tend to be the dominant one in bed. That wasn't to say she was never down to be more… submissive, just like now, she just had to be in the mood. And in a submissive mood, she certainly was.

I have an idea as she begs me again and I stand from the bed, retrieving an item from the bottom of the bedside drawer. I hold the toy up so that she can see, and she mutedly nods, excitement in her eyes.

The ball gag is bright red with black straps, and the crimson colour compliments York's Christmas outfit well. I gently take her head, pushing the ball between her lips and clasping the straps behind her, so that now, all she can do is struggle in her bindings and moan into the gag.

What a stunning Christmas present, all ready for me to indulge in.

I resume licking her pubes teasingly, enjoying the taste, never quite going low enough to pleasure my wife, driving her crazy. I take pity eventually, digging the tip of my tongue between her labia, running down it as York mewls pitifully at the slight pleasure.

I shuffle up her body again, planting short, sweet kisses all the way up, lavishing her with my love. And god did I love her. Mother to my child… and mother to be.

I reach her neck, nuzzling and kissing enjoying how her body coils and shakes underneath me, until I finally kiss her, lips pressed against the ball gag as our lips touch, the gag stopping our tongues from touching. So instead, my own laps up all the saliva that had started to slip around the edge's of the ball, evidence of York's need.

Eventually, I pull back and start twisting her body around, York quickly gets the idea and rolls over onto her knees, so that her face is down on the pillow as her ass is raised into the air, hands still behind her.

I notice the ribbon is a little loose, and quickly tighten it, before hooking a hand into it and pulling, causing the vampiress to bring her body, and ass, closer to my crotch. I keep my hand there, happy with the pleasurable, dominating grip.

I'm enraptured by her perfect ass, her twitching pussy and beautiful puckered hole just begging to be stuffed. As much as I liked the look of her slick twat, her anus was inviting me. It had been a little while since we had done anal, and I was tempted to indulge myself if my wife would allow it.

She was always incredibly tight, her rectum the perfect fit my member. I pull my trousers off quickly, my throbbing cock ready and waiting stiffly. I rest it on York's bare ass cheek and grope her soft derriere roughly, enjoying the stifled moan that I get.

"York. Can I…?" I gently press my tip against her back hole, seeking affirmation to continue. She hums an affirmative through her gag. But I don't even need that, I can briefly see her thoughts, plenty happy enough to be ass-fucked instead, in fact, she loves the idea, adding to our kinkier play.

I rub her ass with my hand before spitting on her puckered hole, rubbing the makeshift lube in. It wasn't great, but it was better than raw, and both me and York couldn't be bothered to stop and go get some proper lube.

Besides… we'd both feel it just that little bit more this way. And I knew York could take it.

I press my thick tip against the rim of her anus harder, piercing her bowels as her anal walls massage me tightly. The penetration causes her to moan repeatedly into the gag, her bound arms flailing as I hold them.

Jesus. I was expecting her to be tight, but fuck. Her ass was gripping me so tight. The lack of effective lube wasn't helping.

I have a quick idea, and pull out gently, before slamming back in. But not into my wife's ass. Instead, I opt for the lower, as of yet untouched hole, her wet sex. I spear it quickly and efficiently, giving a few quick thrusts, before pulling straight back out and using the lubrication of York's arousal to ease my passage back into her ass.

There we go. I quickly set a pace. She was still tight, but I could actually piston my cock back and forth inside the vampiress now as I push her down into the bed face first.

York drools from the gag, eyes unfocused as she takes the anal pounding diligently, sweet soft moans filling the room. Luckily, the gag stops them from getting too loud. Our walls were thick, and our daughter's bedroom was down the hallway, but you could never be too careful.

I'm starting to remember how much I love York's ass and make a mental note to play with it more often. I knew she was enjoying it, her pussy dripping and flexing with each thrust. I even pull out and occasionally push myself into her slit, feeling her vagina pulse around my hot cock as I thrust deep, before returning to the familiar tightness of her ass.

I can feel my impending orgasm with each thrust, her anus milking me for all it was worth, practically begging me to fill it up. So of course, I do.

I slam my balls against her ass as I bottom out in York's ass, unloading several ropes of cum into her bowels, filling her up as her pussy squirt's arousal onto the bed, her body shaking as she feels her butt fill with my warm seed, the sensation enough to drive her over the edge to orgasm herself.

I pull out sloppily, leaving a trail of cum as I do, and it begins to drip from York's gaped ass and run down her pussy. I gather myself for a second, as York does the same, before looking at her gaped ass that I have thoroughly claimed and do the gentlemanly thing, clean her up.

It doesn't take long with my tongue, running around her pussy and rimming her ass, cleaning as much of her own juice and my seed as possible, swallowing it all dutifully as I lavish my wife with my tongue hungrily. I even dig into her ass a little and scoop some of my load up with tongue, just happy with the little shudders that run through her body whenever I do it.

Eventually, though, I have to pull away from her behind and gently undo the ribbons tying her hands behind her back, before moving on to her gag. It detaches quickly, and I waste no time kissing my wife passionately.

Our tongues mingle briefly in a dance before I pull away and she grins. "So. Round two?" I nod eagerly.

"Then why didst thou remove mine bindings? I thought that kinky play aroused thou greatly?" She speaks with a smile but tilts her head curiously.

"It does. I love it." I speak honestly. It really did. "But…" I smile and peck her nose affectionately. "…sometimes, I just want to make love to my wife. And just focus purely on that."

York's cheeks redden as the tips of her ears burn a light crimson, and she blesses me with a loving fanged smile.

"My Adonis. Thou art the sweetest…" She kisses me once more, and as I press into the kiss further, she falls backwards onto the bed, sinking into it on her back as we continue to passionately make out.

Already, my cock is hard, prodding at her abdomen, and before long, I simply pull away from the kiss for a second, just to line myself up with her hot cunt and thrust inwards before resuming our kiss, my wife moaning onto my lips as she feels my member fill her up inside.

I was very sensitive from only just cumming, and York's tight, warm walls immediately start assaulting my cock with pleasure, massaging me in all the right places as her tongue continues it's dance with my own, our sweaty bodies pressed against one another, her once pristine Christmas outfit now dishevelled.

I won't last long, I already know that. But I just want to enjoy the moment. Relish the touch of her skin. The beating of her heart against my own. Just like I said earlier… just the act of making simple love to my wife. Our oath rings glinting on our finger sin the low light… official proof of our love.

I whisper huskily into her lips, my voice muted my her tongue. "I love you."

"I love you too, my Adonis." She whispers back, just as huskily. Man… I really loved her calling me that. It meant so much to her that name... and knowing I was her Adonis. It meant the world to me.

My pace is slow, loving. None of the ferocity of before, and York doesn't writhe beneath me, she simply twitches and moans gently. As I slide back into her warmth, and her sex presses against the side of my shaft once more, I moan loudly, and orgasm, cumming inside her twitching pussy.

Once again, the feel of my seed inside makes Dork close her eyes and orgasm herself, humming appreciatively at the slow gentle finish to our lovemaking. As she does, I feel her pull at the threads of our bond.

I knew what she wanted, and tilt my head as I rest atop her, still sheathed inside her cunt. Her fangs pierce me, and I'm too tired to even wince as she drinks my blood. Even the pleasure that comes with her feeding seems dull compared to the pleasure I had experienced mere seconds ago.

The vampiress pulls away gently, and whispers thanks in my ear, holding me close as I cuddle into the crook of her neck. I knew I would have to pull out eventually, but for now, I was happy to just slowly grow flaccid inside her, hugging her warm body tight.

"Merry Christmas York." I mumble tiredly.

She chuckles and kisses my forehead. "Merry Christmas to you too~"