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When Kennedy had met Vah’keil, she hadn’t expected the alien hunter to tolerate cold weather, much less prefer it. It didn’t make sense for this red and black predator, a being who seemed like he was of fire and lava. He stood out among the endless white and gray as a beacon of color. The planet acted as a gorgeous backdrop to her large and cocky hunter. 

Kennedy had made many snowmen and snow angels, even daring to throw snowballs at Vah’keil. He was very competitive, she found, when it came to snowball fights. Every time he would win, launching a rapid barrage of snowballs until she had no choice but to surrender. 

Their time on this alien planet had been full of adventure and excitement. Vah’keil had wanted to hunt something that she couldn’t pronounce. This something was large and furry according to the image he had shown her on the ship prior to their arrival. Many days they had spent following a herd while Vah’keil picked out the best one, one he claimed would be the most challenging. He had decided upon one he claimed as older, giant tusks curving up from its mouth like an elephant’s. 

This one was the size of a wooly mammoth, with thick, dense brown and gray fur and a weird mouth that reminded her of a bison’s but with fangs. It was a strange looking thing with a humped back and a short stubby tail with more fur coating it. She couldn’t see the value in such a beast, but Vah’keil was thoroughly intrigued. He would spend hours observing the herd and forming a plan to kill the enormous creature.

While he wasn’t stalking it, and waiting for that opportune moment, he would spend time with her in the warm yurt that acted like their tent. It was a large white dome that collapsed in on itself and was large enough to easily house the both of them. Somehow, from hidden technology she couldn’t see, the dome was always warm and cozy inside. Vah’keil had brought a few large pelts from their bed on the ship to provide more comfort. Kennedy liked to snuggle with him after he would finish for the day, enjoying his insane heat and the softness of the furs beneath them. 

Even now, as she readied the inside of the dome for the long, frigid night, she fluffed them in anticipation. She could hear Vah’keil setting up his landmine thingies, the soft electric pin of each one being activated. 

The inside of the dome was surprisingly light in color, unlike the ship. Running up the sides of the walls were small hooks that allowed for the hanging of trophies up to a certain point; Vah’keil had already started hanging small skulls of animals they killed together. The rest of it was bland and featureless, however. Kennedy’s fluffing of the furs helped to make it cozy again. 

She had already taken her boots off to let them dry and began to strip down to her underwear. As she slipped underneath the fur, she sighed in contentment. The furs he had selected were her favorites. Each one was buttery soft and had a pleasing scent, her Yautja’s own scent mixed in. 

Right as she was wondering what was taking her alien so long, the door was thrown open and in he stepped, shaking flakes of snow off of his tendrils. He sealed the door behind himself and removed his armor. 

“Hey, let me help,” Kennedy offered, motioning him closer with a smile. 

He grunted and knelt so she could help remove his greaves, tugging them off and gently setting them in the pile he made next to her boots. Each piece had little frozen icicles hanging from the edges and was ice cold against her fingers, but she didn’t mind. She even saw icicles forming on the tips of some of his tendrils. Once his armor was removed he dressed down to his loincloth and joined her under the fur where they snuggled. 

Kennedy straddled his waist and fiddled with the tips of his tendrils, gently picking away the icicles. He gripped her waist with his big hands and purred while she picked at him. When she had to lean her upper body against him to reach a few icicles his purr deepened and his hands began to roam. 

“Vah’keil…” she warned with a smirk. “Do you want these icicles stuck on or what?” 

That earned her a rumbly purr and his hands moving to slide her down until he could press her against his groin. She felt his hardened length through the leathery material of his loincloth. 

“Pyode,” Vah’keil purred again, his red eyes narrowing on her soft ass that he began to paw at. 

“You’re so naughty! It seems my manner lessons haven’t stuck with you,” Kennedy chided her mate. 

His claws hooked under the band of her panties and pulled them down her thighs until he tossed them aside wantonly. Next to go was his loincloth…the naughty alien man! She whimpered when he rocked his cock through her slickening folds, the tiny nubs on his dick stimulating her clitoris. The woman finally plucked the last icicle free and Vah’keil was quick to part her legs so he could reach that sweet nub. 

Kennedy skipped a step, gripping his fat dick in her small hand and slowly guided him in. He helped steady her as she sank onto his girth. They both moaned when her pelvis touched his. 

She squirmed atop him due to the delicious sensation of the ridges and nubs on his penis. Even after all of these months living with him and having a more than healthy sex life with Vah’keil, her body still shivered with pleasure at the texture of his member. His girth stretched her enough to nearly make her cum without him moving at all. 

She loved it.

Vah’keil set the rhythm and kept a surprisingly gentle pace. With each upward thrust he hit that one tender spot that made her see stars. Kennedy cried out every time he angled his hips right there. He quickly took charge, once again his impressive stamina massively outdoing her own. Her Yautja expertly and gently brought her to that high peak of release. 

She panted atop his wide chest, basking in his warmth. Underneath her, she could feel the vibration of his rumbly purr, the bass tone relaxing her enough where she paid no attention when he pulled himself free. The big red and black male enveloped her in his arms and relaxed with a satisfied sigh. One of his hands moved up and down her back soothingly as she came down from the endorphins flooding her system. Being sexed up by her alien was always a work out! 

Together they laid there enjoying one another’s warmth. As Kennedy slowly drifted off to sleep, she spotted a stray icicle clinging to a tendril. 

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“The North Pole? What’s that?” 

Kennedy smiled at Vah’keil, snuggling into his warm side. “It’s the northernmost part of the planet. That part of the planet is too far from the sunlight to be anything other than an endless expanse of snow and ice. That’s also where Santa Claus is said to live.” 

He rolled to face her and grunted. His eyes were wider, taking in the information she gave him. The poor guy was learning about Christmas and all it entailed, along with the most important figure in it. 

“This…Santa Claus…he lives in this frozen land? Why?” He asked, soft clicking filling her ears at the tail end. 

She leaned on her elbow, “Yeah. He lives there because it’s remote and no one can find him. He lives there with his wife, Mrs. Claus, and a bunch of elves that make toys for all of the children who behave. Bad kids get coal.” 

“Coal?”

“Yep,” she nodded. “Ill-behaved kids get a lump of coal instead of a gift. It encourages good behavior in children.” 

“Will our pups be visited by this Santa?” 

His words caught her off guard, the thought never really crossing her mind. Of course she wanted children, especially with Vah’keil, but she didn’t even know if they were genetically compatible to reproduce together. Kennedy had already reluctantly given him her blessing to have kids with Yautja women, even if it hurt her just thinking about it. But, it was his duty to breed kids so his bloodline wouldn’t die out, and so she took that personal sacrifice for him. The thought of them having children together was a far away hope that she didn’t think about for a reason. 

Kennedy cleared her throat, “Well, i-if we’re compatible, to have kids, then it would be us who play Santa for them.”  

“What? Why not this fat male?” 

She burst into laughter and explained that Santa was just a fictional person meant to inspire kids to behave and bring magic to the season when traditionally winter was a dark and somber season. Santa brought joy and happiness to millions of kids. 

Vah’keil rumbled in understanding, a thick arm tugging her closer. The guy wasn’t really interested in her human traditions, but when it came to her, he seemed to make an exception. He let out an audible exhale and petted her soft skin lightly. The vibration of his purring filled her with relaxation. 

“I will give you many pups and we will play Santa for them.” He declared, tangling his claws in her hair as he purred more. 

Kennedy didn’t reply, but instead snuggled into him some more. Love for the big meanie swelled in her chest. 

He was romantic without even trying! 

“I’d like that,” Kennedy said, kissing his heated, warm skin. “Good thing you’re already big and red.” She added with a soft laugh. 

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“It’s s-so cold,” Kennedy shivered, huddling in her blanket. 

Another blast of icy wind threatened to blow the woman over as she struggled to make her way through the snow bank. She frantically searched for Vah’keil, frightened that she had gotten separated from him. The blizzard came out of nowhere and quickly reduced visibility to nothing. A frigid chill penetrated her layers in a way it hadn’t before. 

“Vah’keil!” She yelled over the howling wind. 

All she could see was a wall of white. It surrounded her in its icy cage. Even the treeline had disappeared entirely. The beacon on the device Vah’keil had given her couldn’t pierce the storm; she could barely even see the blinking red light on her wrist. 

He would have to use his thermal vision to find her. His red and black hide was nowhere to be seen, much to her terror. 

Kennedy could defend herself, but there were predators on the planet that only he could contend with. They were all teeth and claws, their large lumbering bodies perfectly built to withstand the polar climate. She could fight Zekes, but one of those things?

Hell no! 

She’d be an easy dinner! 

Her foot got caught under something in the snow, and she collapsed face-first into another bank with a squeak. The chill was overwhelming her, her limbs lethargic and unwilling to move. She could only lay there and shiver as she curled into the fetal position, hoping for a miracle. Kennedy tucked her head and legs under the blanket to keep any other warmth she had left. 

Time went by at an agonizing pace. The howling of the wind screaming in her ears was the only sound until she heard a distant beastial roar. It cut through the noise like a ferocious knife.

Panic seized Kennedy, and she struggled to get to her feet. Her limbs shook too much; the chill had sapped her strength, and she collapsed again. She whimpered as the sound grew closer. When she tried to scream for Vah’keil again, her voice refused to work. 

“Ken—dy!” 

Determination filled her, and she screamed for him, hoping he could find her before it was too late. 

“Help! P-Please!” She stammered as she struggled again to stand. 

“Kennedy! Mi’esui!” Vah’keil shouted. 

Immediately, he surrounded her in his warmth, pulling her into his arms. She pulled back the cover to see him, but he stopped her with a gentle trill. 

“Keep covered. Hold on,” Vah’keil whispered. 

She could feel him messing with something mechanical. A soft double beep drew her from her frigid cocoon when there was a bwoom, and they were surrounded by something large and black. Instantly, the cold was banished as a shelter formed around a device set between them, the material shooting up and out to form it.

Kennedy shivered in Vah’keil’s arms as he stripped her of her clothing until she wore nothing but her socks. He removed his armor and fur coverings, quickly moving to press her against his heated nude body. 

“I-I cou-couldn’t see you,” she stammered, tucking her head under his chin. “Th-The storm…” 

Vah’keil purred softly, the sound reverberating in her chest as he held her. “I know. I am so sorry, Kennedy. My mask malfunctioned, and I could not see you. Do not speak. Save your energy, pa’ya-te.” He sat cross-legged and held her in his lap, his big, warm hands gradually warming her body temperature. 

“S-So warm…” Kennedy murmured as the woman savored the heater that was her alien mate. 

“I got you. Thank Paya for keeping you alive,” 

They fell into a comfortable silence; the howling of the wind outside reduced to a hum that shook the shelter. Their breathing was loud as Kennedy leaned into her mate, tears falling down her cheeks in relief. She cried softly as her limbs tingled lightly in pain. Vah’keil’s warmth very slowly chased the chill away as he brought her body up to temperature. Not a word was said between them, the Yautja’s soft purring surrounding Kennedy. 

She no longer had to brace the cold alone.

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Vah’keil held the perfectly round snowball in his palm as he peeked over the boulder he took shelter behind. His red eyes scanned the area around their camp, searching for a sign of Kennedy. He could hear her racing heart, but she had concealed herself. 

It didn’t help that she barred him from using his biomask to “cheat”. 

As if his honor would allow him to do such a thing! Bah!

The red and black male hunched low, knowing his coloring would give him away. Compared to the grays, whites, and browns of the landscape, he wouldn’t have a way to fully hide himself since his cloak was also disallowed. He snarled as he thought about his earlier conversation with Kennedy about how she wanted to make it fair. 

Naturally, he already had a big advantage above her; his stealth. 

A flash of brown darting behind a snow drift prompted him into action. He flung the ball of snow in that direction and was rewarded with a small gasp. His little mate’s heart increased in tempo before she appeared long enough from her cover to return fire, the snowball hitting him square in the forehead. The icy chill of the snow made him yelp in surprise. 

Immediately, three more were launched at him and he vaulted over the boulder, forming a snowball upon landing. He growled, his competitive streak set ablaze with the possibility of losing what should’ve been an easy win for him. 

He whipped a barrage of snowballs in Kennedy’s direction, throwing them at various angles to confuse her. Quickly she returned with her own, tossing them with terrible aim, allowing him to easily dodge and weave around them. As he rounded her drift, she gasped in surprise and began to pelt him with even more. 

These were sloppily made and burst into clumps of slush when it collided with his armor. The yautja roared and launched one directly at her. 

Kennedy squeaked when it knocked her back into the snow. Vah’keil roared in triumph, spreading his arms out in an instinctive display of dominance, asserting his larger size. Her abrupt stillness broke him from his revelry. He saw how she lay in the snow with her back to him, as if he had managed to knock her unconscious. Concern bloomed as he marched to check on her. 

His eyes grew wide as saucers when she rolled over and threw a snowball that filled his mouth with frigid clumps of ice, a snicker leaving her fleshy little mouth. 

“Ha! I tricked you!” Kennedy snickered wickedly, rolling into her knees to pelt him with two more snowballs. 

Quickly her attitude changed when roared and barreled down on her, the little woman holding out her hands. 

“No, no, no,” she pleaded with wide eyes. “Vah’keil!” 

In seconds he pounced, capturing her in his arms and rolling them over until he was above her. His breath came out white clouds as he panted above her. The big male shook his mane about and trilled, daring her to fight him. He loved seeing the look of surprise on her face and the pink that warmed her pale cheeks. There was something magical about her appearance that drew him in. 

Vah’keil leaned closer until their foreheads touched, “I win.” He whispered with a purr. 

He held her wrists above her head and nuzzled her with his mandibles. Her chest moved against his as she chuckled, a frustrated grunt escaping her as she tried to break free of his iron grip. 

“But you always win!” She pouted. 

The yautja trilled, “I like winning,” 

“A little too much, hun.”