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fanned across his chest. Her right horn was pressing into his arm, but his shadows kept it from puncturing him. He exhaled quietly and shifted so she was held securely and comfortably.
    Having her give him authorization in the very basic way of stripping down and crawling into his lap had been a bit of a surprise, but he hadn’t hesitated. This was his one chance to get on her good side, and now that he had, he wanted to do it all over again.
    Her hand on his chest was rough with callouses from her metal work. She worked hard, and she was definitely a master of her art. It may have been contributed to by the magical snowflake somewhere on her body, but the initial skill was hers. She really was an excellent designer and metalsmith. She needed to be able to continue that interest when she was back at the workshop, or she needed to be able to leave as the elves did.
    He was going to speak with Santa when they returned. The idea that she had been stuck in the archive all year round with no outlet for her creativity was enough to boil his blood.
    He looked down, and Cora’s hand was circling his cock, moving slowly. Her eyes were closed, but her lips were curved in a smile that made his toes curl. He exhaled and waited to see how far she would take it and hoped that this was the start to a very long night.
     
    * * * *
     
    Cora made breakfast and dodged Salk’s hands while she did it. “Hey, do you want something to eat or not?”
    He grinned. “I do.”
    “Good. Put the table down and get some plates.” Cora chuckled as he wandered around the tiny space with ease. It was amazing that such a large man could get around in her tiny house.
    He smiled. “What do you have on your agenda today?”
    “Working where the folks can see me and enjoying my last day with Viv. You?”
    “More fight demos. I like it. I haven’t had a chance to swing a sword in centuries.” He grinned.
    “So, were you all shadowy before Santa?” She slid the scrambled eggs onto their plates and grabbed plate of toast a moment later.
    “No, just a dark elf who had no family. You?”
    “I had just learned what I was and Santa came to ask my parents for me. They knew that I would be ostracised from my community and sent me with him. There isn’t a day that passes that I don’t miss them. They sent me away for my own good, but I wasn’t ready to go.”
    “How old were you?”
    “I was still a teenager. I grew up at the workshop.” She settled down and ate her breakfast.
    Salk was staring at her in shock. “You grew up there?”
    “Yeah, it was fine for the first while, but when Mrs. Claus died, we were forgotten about.”
    “It was different before?”
    Cora laughed. “Sure. We went out with her, had girls’ days. We dressed for the human world and watched them. It wasn’t much, but we got to leave, even if we didn’t communicate with the humans.”
    “I had no idea.”
    “There was no reason you should have, but we still went into heat every single year and had no outlet. Can you imagine nine women all desperate at the same time? It is amazing that the wounds healed by the time Christmas came around.” She chuckled. “Some years were a little more violent than other.”
    “Why don’t we know any of this?”
    Cora finished her food. “I am guessing that while Santa grieved, he couldn’t stand to see anyone happy, and then, he just forgot that we weren’t animals.”
    “So, you decided to remind him.”
    “Ru did. She was there when he met his wife, and Ru was there when she aged and died as humans do.” Cora smiled. “She was responsible for this entire breakout. I am guessing it was to snap Santa out of his personal involvement.”
    She brushed the crumbs off the table and onto her plate before she got up and washed the dishes.
    “So, what were you going to do this Christmas?”
    Cora sighed and glanced at him. “I am guessing that this is the right time to tell you that we were all coming back on the day before Christmas