Chapter 1
~Angelica’s POV~
The scent of cinnamon, warm milk, and chocolate filled my senses and hit my tastebuds as I took the first sip from my Christmas season drink. The little marshmallows were floating, and I swiped one into my mouth, slowly munching on it, while I scrolled through my laptop. It was another cozy afternoon in my little house in a small town, long forgotten as years passed by and small children turned to adults, eager to leave the boring town for the enormous cities filled with possibilities.
Not me tough.
Five years passed since I finished high school, but I remained in the place where I was born. I was the only one. The rest of my classmates all went for a brighter future, all my friends hitting it off to the metropolis, attending college, and trying to live the big city life everyone is yearning for.
I couldn't bring myself to do so. I was the typical small-town girl who wouldn't be able to survive the crowded cities even if my life depended on it. I preferred the small-town life, knowing everyone around, and peace, and tranquility at each step. It was easier. Not to mention, after my parents passed away, I couldn't sell their house. It was the place where I was born, and each corner held memories filled with so much joy. If only the joy remained.
I had a lonely life; owning a small store in town along with an arts and crafts workshop. I did my best to make money to hold myself together. So far, it has been good, but it's not the money that's the issue, but the lack of human interaction. The downfall of a small town is finding someone with whom to settle down, and I wasn't that desperate to pick some liquor-loving lumberjacks who spent more time at the local bar than at home. Plus, I wanted someone open-minded, because despite growing up in a small town, I had the internet at hand, so I was pretty cultivated into many domains, especially the intimate one.
That's how I was scrolling down an online sex shop late in the afternoon, admiring the variety of toys and accessories. Every device that caught my attention, I couldn't help but add it to my wish list. Of course, I would never buy all of these. They were too expensive, but it was nice to imagine owning all of them, using them late at night, all alone in my cozy bed.
I couldn't help but cross my legs and squeeze my thighs. Just the simplest of fantasies awakened my libido, but I suppose that's what lack of sex does to a woman in her middle twenties. Still a virgin and resuming masturbation. A sigh left my plump lips, and I blew a long strawberry blonde lock of my hair out of my face. My mint-green eyes continued to scan the articles on the site, and by the time I was done, I was shocked to see over fifty toys on my wish list. Entering the list, I almost laughed at my choice of toys. I added some shibari ropes in the colors of pink, red, black, and white. There were some buttplugs, from simple silicone ones in pink and black to princess ones with a pink gemstone at the end. So far, these toys were moderate ones, but the ones that made me blush appeared. Advanced vibrators that were too expensive for my pocket, with 12 levels of vibrations and moods. I could only dream of affording such toys. Checking my other shopping windows, I glanced at the one of a lingerie store, and sadness filled me.
1.000$ for a cute lace lingerie set? The price was scandalous. All these wish lists were fruitless, allowing me only to dream of wearing such cute and sexy garments. Plus, for whom would I ever wear them? I was all alone.
Maybe you need to take on that Centaurs offer who came into your store to buy rum?
I mentally scolded my inner voice and shook my head. Desperate? Yes, but not enough to take up a Centaurs offer for a night of pleasure. Another downfall was the fact that I was a simple human woman. No way was I going to be one of these creatures fling.
Ever since the humans and mythical creatures came to an agreement of peace to share this world, dating had been crazy. One of my friends from high school had texted me one day she had a one-night stand with a werewolf, and it had been the best sex of her life.
Was I tempted to sleep with someone of a different species? Maybe, but not just any dirty creature. If I were to lay down with a creature, it would be a unique one, the kind you don't see every day or hear often of it. I took another sip of my warm and sugary drink, before closing the shopping windows on my laptop, ready to head to bed and call it an earlier night, but something made me stop. It was the slight heat in my belly, the one that had formed while I was browsing online sex shops.
Biting my lower lip, I debated if I should push aside my urges or just give in. It had been months since I indulged in some self-pleasure. I am sure one good orgasm will end the night perfectly. Plus, none knows, none can see me. There is no harm. I grabbed my laptop from my desk and moved to my spacious bed, setting my laptop down and lying down as well.
I bit my lower lip as I was browsing through some porn sites, looking for a video to set me in the mood, and I found the perfect one. It was a twenty-minute compilation video with close-up barebacking, human women and male creatures. Heat already was spreading up my neck and over my face. I hastily tugged my long sweater off my body, pulled down my panties, and threw them somewhere on the bedroom floor.
Before I started the video, I moved to my nightstand and opened the last drawer from the bottom. I pulled out my only self-pleasure toy. It was a vibrator tongue made of flexible silicone, all pink. Along with the toy, I grabbed a bottle of lube and positioned myself comfortably for the video.
The laptop was in front of me, a good distance so I could rest against pillows on the headboard of the bed. Popping the bottle, I squirted a good amount on the fake tongue and between my legs. I shivered as the cold liquid hit my pussy. The excitement was already too much. Not wasting another moment, I pressed the play button on the video in time with the power button of my toy.
I was instantly welcomed with the satisfying sensation of the tongue vibrating against my pussy, and hot moans slipped out of me. My eyes were focused on the screen, watching how a horseman was taking a girl from behind. The position was perfect, allowing me to see her smooth, glistening pussy as the massive horse cock entered her, spreading her nicely. The best part was that the horseman wasn't wearing a condom, and as he picked up his thrust, I was mesmerized by his hanging ballsack, how it moved in rhythm with his hips, and how they slapped over the girl's clit, making her squeal.
I was panting heavily, already creating a mess between my legs as the vibrations coursed through every fiber of my cunt. I moved the toy up and down my folds, adding extra pressure to my clit. My toes curled on my bedsheets, and on instinct, I jutted my hips against the toy, seeking more.
The scene with the horseman and woman switched to one of a minotaur and woman, and my pussy clenched around nothing, picturing that juicy bull cock inside me. All these veins and how his pink cock with the black spots glistened from the juices made me leak all over the silicone tongue. All I could hear were my illicit moans and the pornographic sounds from the laptop; the lewd moans of the girl and heavy grunts from the male, not to mention the obscene squelching noise the girl's cunt made each time the minotaur drove his cock balls deep into her. It made me push the silicone tongue past my folds at my entrance, a little inside. I threw my head back and panted heavily as the pleasure intensified, and when I angled the toy just right, the vibrations waved straight to my clit.
The raunchy noises from the video got louder as the male picked up speed, pounding into the woman harder. I started to grind my toy on my clit, rubbing up and down. My legs started to shake as I felt the orgasm bloom in my lower belly. It was approaching. I bit my bottom lip so hard, that it started to hurt, but I didn't stop. My hips rolled against the buzzing tongue, my mind creating that phantasmic feeling of a thick and fat cock inside me, pulsing with bulging veins.
The minotaur roared as his cock twitched, cumming into the woman, who moaned loudly at the sensation. The creature didn't stop and fucked her through their orgasm. Milky, white cum coated their private parts, and I pictured the sensation of such a mighty cock filling me. I could only wonder how it would feel to have that hot and sticky cum coating my insides. The virile essence of a male marking his territory.
This fantasy was enough to push me over the edge, and I came so hard, my lower body spasmed. The tight knot in my loins snapped so hard I saw white spots before my eyes, and a weird sensation hit me. I thought I had peed, but the realization hit me when I saw the clear jet of liquid. My cheeks felt like they were on fire, and my heartbeat was in my throat.
I had squirted... for the first time... on the screen of my laptop. I mentally groaned. Great, now, I had to put a new laptop on my wish list.
~24th December~
The entire house smelt of Christmas; cinnamon, gingerbread, orange, and warm pine. Everything was freshly cleaned, down from the carpets to every single piece of furniture. Not a spec of dust could be seen. A huge Christmas tree was glowing in the living room, adorned with all sorts of decorations from glass ornaments to garland and tinsel to the classic lights that could never be missed. A golden star was shining on the top. A fluffy white rug was on the floor surrounding the Christmas tree, acting like a layer of snow. Other ornaments were present on the rest of the house, warming it up with the jolly spirit.
On the coffee table next to an armchair with a fluffy red blanket was a glass reindeer with a rich Christmas wreath with lots of pink ornaments and glitter. Next to the decor was prepared a full plate of freshly baked cookies and a glass of milk for Santa. It was a small tradition of mine since I was a little girl, and it brought me memories of my family.
My smile slowly melted like the butter in a frying pan. Everything was perfect, except, I was alone for the holidays. Everyone I knew was with their families, celebrating, leaving me to spend Christmas night alone.
So much for Merry Christmas.
Pushing aside the bitter taste, I decided to celebrate anyway. I walked toward the kitchen and searched into the lower cabinets for that special something. A grin curled on my lips when I saw the bottle of wine.
"Sweet!" I whispered, pulling the bottle out and grabbing a wine glass. Popping the crock of the bottle with a loud pop, I could already taste the rich wine on my tongue. I walked back to the living room and made myself comfortable on the plush armchair, before filling the first glass with the stark red liquor.
The first sip made my toes curl into my warm socks. It was the perfect balance between bitter and sweet. The TV was still running with one of the old classic Christmas movies, but I was more enraptured in my mind than the plot of the movie. Life was flying by so fast. Another Christmas spent in a lonesome pit of jolly decor, without anyone to enjoy the food, the drinks... the snow. Each grim thought made me take a large gulp of wine, hoping it would wash away the sour taste brought by these thoughts.
I didn't doubt my friends from the big cities had a blast this holiday. Without a doubt, they were at some fancy club at a Christmas party, or maybe at a cabin, something more private. Either way, they were undoubtedly having more fun than me. The first glass of wine went by quickly, and I was slowly filling the next one, ready to swallow it like water.
It didn't take long for me to reach the third glass, and when it was half full, I decided to stop, because I was starting to feel fuzzy. My stomach was twisting, and I could feel my blood pulse grow. I tugged on the collar of my sweater, feeling hot all over. Setting the glass of wine on the coffee table gently, I stood up from the armchair and almost fell face-first on the floor. My eyes widened as I regained my balance.
Maybe I had too much wine.
On wobbly legs, I walked upstairs, gripping the railing of the staircase hard in fear of not falling backward down the stairs and twisting my neck.
I entered my bedroom and instantly fell on the plush mattress of my bed. Nuzzling one of the pillows and holding it close to my chest, I was ready to fall into a deep slumber, only to hear noise from downstairs. That made my eyes snap open and question through the cloud of liquor swirling through my mind who it could be.
