A Christmas For Cynthia - Chapter 5 (Christmas Special)

Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays!

This is the final chapter for this Christmas Special!

I hope you will enjoy it!

Chapter 5

Christmas morning…

It was finally Christmas morning and at dawn, Cynthia Widdowfield soon realized that something had changed when she woke up. Not only was their cabin even warmer than before they went to sleep, but something seemed much different outside of the cabin…             

The first thing Cynthia noticed was that the blizzard was gone.

The snowstorm had concluded and the snow had stopped falling from the sky.

That was very good news, but only when the blue-haired detective went outside with her red and white coat that she was first made aware of what could only be described as this Christmas miracle… 

There was smoke coming out of the tip of all the chimneys of the cabins in this wooded region, which meant that all of these homes were warm, now. 

“Yes, it worked!” Cynthia rejoiced as she made this discovery in the morning. 

She leaned against one of the wooden pillars on the porch with her arms comfortably folded together right under her huge breasts. She smiled from ear to ear. Waking up to this filled her up with so much joy—pretty similar to how Quentin did so with her last night… 

“Oh, wait…” 

The old man! She was suddenly reminded of him as she remembered the different things that happened last night! 

As soon as she remembered him, she rushed back inside and she went straight to the bedroom where the old man had been resting all night long.

“Mister—” 

He wasn’t there. There was no one inside the room. The blankets on the bed had been pulled back, meaning that he had crawled out of bed. The old man was gone. 

Widdowfield had no idea when he left, but that couldn’t be that long ago… Perhaps there was still time to catch up with him… 

So, Cynthia headed back outside. She went to the old man’s cabin and he wasn’t inside his own home, either. He was nowhere to be seen.

However, with that being said when Cynthia finally returned to Quentin’s cabin, she discovered something unexpected next to the Christmas tree.

There were two nicely wrapped Christmas gifts.

Quentin’s name was on one of them and the other had her name on it. 

It made sense… 

It was Christmas morning, after all. 

“Hey, what’s up? You got up early?” Quentin joined her in the living room and saw the two gifts under the tree.

“Yeah. Kinda.” 

“So, we have gifts?” Quentin mentioned.

“It seems like it. I don’t understand. Is that from you?” 

“Let’s open them. You go first…” Quentin picked up the gift with her name and handed it to her. Cynthia slowly opened it, feeling weird and reticent about it because she couldn’t remember the last time she received a gift like this. She took her time to unwrap it and when she finally opened it, she found a doll-plush inside. It was an adorable plush reproduction of herself and yes, the large and sexy forms were there, even if it was a cute doll version of herself.

“It’s so cute…” 

“It’s you,” Quentin declared.

“Your turn…”

“Alright…” Quentin grabbed the other present, the one with his name on it and he opened it. Inside, he discovered another little doll, this time, it was a doll of him. So, the same thing that Cynthia got.

“Yours is adorable,” Cynthia commented. 

“Who made these for us?” Quentin asked the blue-haired detective. 

“I’m not entirely sure yet, but if I had to take a wild guess, it has to be this old man that we helped last night. He vanished this morning, so he probably left them here before departing, but that doesn’t explain how he could make two dolls that look exactly like us… I don’t understand what this could mean… The old man had presents for us, but I don’t even have one for you, Quentin and don’t tell me that you didn’t give me anything because you did. It was your idea to bring me all this way here and while I hated the idea at first, I’m glad you did. This is probably the best present you could have given me ever,” Cynthia admitted to her lover. 

“You don’t have to give me anything as a present because you’re my present this year, Cynthia…” He romantically stepped closer toward her and sensually whispered to her, which made her feel like she was melting. He seduced her again. Then, he kissed her right on the lips and she kissed him back. The part she expected the least was when he pushed his tongue into her mouth. Quentin went as far as making her feel hot and slutty on that Christmas morning and she wanted to thank him for that but she couldn’t since her mouth was so full with his sensual tongue. 

Widdowfield could rest easy with the fact that they had not only saved the old man from freezing to death, but they had also done the same thing for every other person living in these woods and this was something to be proud of for sure. 

Something was telling her that she and Quentin would both be having a lot of hot sex that Christmas morning again. They had the cabin for themselves and there was nowhere to go… The roads leading out of these woods were probably still too covered with thick snow because of the blizzard last night. They had to wait and in that case, waiting wouldn’t be the most horrible thing in the world…

“Awn, Quentin…” Cynthia moaned as the kiss ended and she pulled back from him a little…

“I’m sorry, I probably went a little too far…”

“No, don’t worry. I liked it. Now, I want you to make love to me again, just like you did last night,” Cynthia requested from him. 

“That’s nothing I cannot do again, especially after a full night of sleep.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” 

Deeply aroused, Cynthia stepped closer to her dinosaur lover again and she kissed him on the lips once more. Beginning from there, she pulled him toward him on the couch. She had this itch of getting fucked by him again and she couldn’t wait for him to do that to her…