A Christmas For Cynthia - Chapter 2 (Christmas Special)

Greetings & Happy December!

As I announced the other day, this year I am doing a Christmas special for DNA Valkyrie with Cynthia!

I will be releasing chapters of this Holiday special each week during the entire month of December, ramping up to Christmas Day!

This special will focus on Cynthia and her Christmas spirit.  

I hope you will enjoy it.

Chapter 2

They barely had enough time to get inside the wooden cabin before even more snow came down from the sky. 

It was picking up and Cynthia’s eyes weren’t betraying her because this was turning into a full-on snowstorm. 

Cynthia was glad she was inside and not inside, so now she could observe the snowstorm building outside from the wide, rectangular window. She stood in the spacious and comfortable living room of the cabin as she admired the snowstorm bombarding the forest surrounding the area where they were. 

With that being said, her intention was not entirely focused on the snowstorm. 

Her curiosity pushed her to look around the living room and scan every element that was available to her. The room and the rest of this cottage home were cozy. This was the kind of place that would make any woman’s heart melt, especially the ones who had the Christmas spirit at heart. 

There was a forest green Christmas tree in one corner of the room that Quentin had probably set up there ahead of time during a prior visit to the cabin in the woods. When Quentin joined her in the living room and he was done bringing all the bags inside, he brought a pile of wood with him. He started a fire. Quentin initiated the fireplace to warm the cabin up.

“There, it should warm us up a bit,” he said. 

To be honest, I was fine because my body constantly heats up, especially when I’m horny, but I can’t avoid thinking about the fact he is a dinosaur folk and he needs as much warmth as he can get. And… I also appreciated a little more warmth myself, especially with that snowstorm raging outside… Cynthia thought as her gaze switched from the recently lit fireplace back to the window, so she could observe the snowstorm. Meanwhile, Quentin stepped closer to her…  

He embraced her again and he kissed her on the cheek.

“Why such a sweet kiss?” Cynthia wondered, not that she was opposed to it, but it just came out of nowhere and he didn’t use to kiss her that often or show her as much affection as this. 

Is this the Christmas spirit that makes him in that mood? Cynthia wondered.       

“Um, this might be because of this…” he told her, prompting her to look up… Right over his head, she saw a bunch of mistletoe. It was dangling from the ceiling… How appropriate and perfect… 

It was right over her head for her… 

“Mistletoes. I should have seen this coming. It’s a Christmas thing, right?” she pointed out the obvious. 

“How about we kiss for real this time?” he offered to her. 

Cynthia turned to him. 

“Why not?” She accepted and this time, it was a real kiss on the lips and it was romantic—a lot more romantic than she needed it to be, but she adored every second of it… 

This kiss on the lips caused her so much pleasure and sent so many butterflies to her stomach that she went on the tip of her toes during the kiss. Yes, she was mostly always on the tip of her toes since she was always in high heels (even during snow storms as was the case today), but in that instant, she moved even more on the tip of her toes, leaning forward against her hunky and sweetheart of a dinosaur man. 

“Um…” Cynthia purred when the kiss ended. She then realized that she hoped for a little more, so she leaned forward again and this time, she playfully inserted her long tongue in his mouth, beginning by licking his lips at first, but then her tongue slid into his mouth a mere split-second after. Her tongue rolled over within her mouth and they french-kissed for a short while.

When Cynthia decided that it was over, she pulled back from him and she seductively walked to the couch, sneakily looking back at him.

“How about you come and show me the meaning of Christmas?” she tentatively and sensually asked him.            

It was the evening of Christmas Eve and there was no other perfect moment for him to demonstrate to her what the Christmas spirit was all about if he wanted to show it to her… 

Cynthia crawled on the surface on her four with her ass way up in the air, facing him. 

She looked back, taunting him to come get her. 

He did. He made his approach toward her and he took great pleasure in slapping her ass hard. 

SLAP! 

She purred and moaned upon hearing the bombastic and hard noise of the ass-slapping. That sound resonated and echoed throughout the entire cabin. 

Quentin leaned over to her and ate her for a bit, mainly focusing his attention on her dripping wet pussy. Cynthia wore a skirt and a ridiculously small pair of underwear underneath so that it was no big deal for him to move her minuscule underwear aside and lick her pussy with his dinosaur tongue, making her moan like it was going out of style.

“Oh, yes…!” 

When she was more than wet enough, he stood upright and brought the tip of his cock to her sensual pussy lips after pulling out of his pants for her.

He rushed inside her without any more warning. 

It was good for her because she wasn’t exactly the most patient kind.

She loved it raw and this was exactly what Quentin did for her. He smashed as hard and as lovely as he could, impaling her pussy with his musky-scented and incredibly hard dinosaur cock. 

“Mhm! Ahn! Oh, yeah! Show me the meaning of the Christmas spirit!” She encouraged him to give her more. It might only have been a handful of minutes since they arrived at the cabin in the snowy woods, but this didn’t mean they couldn’t have some hot and raw sex right here as there was a harsh snowstorm going on outside…          

“You feel so right and tight,” Quentin commented as he made love to her from behind. 

“Ahn! I’m about to come already! Oh, my God! Quentin!” She felt her nipples hardening and aching just a little bit as her emancipation and orgasm overwhelmed her. “Oh, yes, I’m coming!” There was no longer any doubt that this was what it was. 

“I have a Christmas gift for you, Cyn,” he declared to her.  

“Oh, what is it?”

“This…!” 

Quentin replied to her by delivering her her Christmas gift and shooting a monstrous load of pure dinosaur semen right inside her horny pussy. 

“Mhm… Yes… Me likey…” 

“Merry Christmas.”