Bastian
Chapter Side Story 12 - In the light of Christmas

✧In the light of Christmas✧

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As her underwear slid down her slender legs, she revealed a flawless naked body. Bastian leaned over her, admiring the sight of Odette lying beneath him. His gaze traveled past her alluring turquoise eyes and parted lips, down to her heaving chest. And then, as his gaze reached between her legs, he realized there was no reason to hold back any longer. Yet, as his frustration grew, so did the temptation to stop. But just when he thought they should take this to the bedroom, he heard Odette’s voice calling out his name like a siren’s song.

“Bastian…”

 And in that moment, all hesitation disappeared. His gaze turned from the scattered clothes on the rug to Odette’s face, her hazy expression meeting his. She stretched out her arms, bringing him back to the present and erasing any thoughts of his. He could no longer resist his desires. With a quick flick, he unbuckled his watch and discarded his pants, followed by his shirt which had already been loosened. In the dim light of the room, the only thing that glowed in his blue eyes was aredent longing, bordering on hunger.

Bastian hovered over her, his warm breath tickling her neck as he passionately grabbed her chest. Odette ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer and igniting a fiery heat between them. They tumbled to the floor in a frenzy of breaths and groans, lost in their overwhelming desire for each other.

Between gasps and moans, Bastian shed his clothes, revealing a perfect physique that only added to Odette’s excitement. They intertwined themselves in a mess of fabric, climbed on top of each other, indulging in wild kisses and eager touches.

“Ah…….”  Odette moaned as the softness of the rug touching her back. Bastian, who had just been panting heavily above her, now held her firmly in his grasp once again.

The flickering light from the fireplace cast shadows on his muscular frame, highlighting every curve and ripple of his body. With overwhelming emotion, Odette traced the scars and imperfections on his skin, but even as she offered herself to him completely, Bastian was merely still. He only stared deeply at her and laughed with a slight frown.

“Bastian?” 

When Odette’s embarrassed eyes began to shake, Bastian’s hand wrapped around her chest. With a delicate touch, he gently grabbed it and began to squeeze it. 

“Pianissimo.”  He tapped her chest softly like a tuts. He turned the cues of his piano lessons with Odette into a sensual exploration of her naked body. His delicate fingers danced along her soft skin and in response, Odette’s response was one of confusion and pleasure.

 “Cressendo.” He whispered and kissed her cheek and his grip on her chest gradually intensified. Tenderly…and then harder.  It was the introduction of the practice song she taught him in piano lessons. A part that received a lot of criticism because he played played with too much power and ignoring instructions on the score.

“What are you…….” 

“Relax where I must use a weak note.”  

Bastian playfully squeezed her chest, trying to suppress his violent desire. But when he saw Odette’s reaction, he became curious about what sound she would make during his performance, showcasing everything he had learned.

“Raise the back of your hand.” Bastian said. He then wrapped his hands around her hardened chest, forming a rounded arch. “Like this” He moved his fingers as if playing a keyboard, and Odette let out a faint moan.  “Is this right, Miss Byller?” Bastian said playfully, his voice a blend of seduction and humour.

His lips curled into a mischievous smile as he continued to pepper her blushing face with kisses. His hands moved slower now, gently squeezing her chest as he trailed his tongue down the back of her neck, he delighted in the taste of her skin, leaving small bites on her cheek. He savored every inch of her with his lips, but left her singing lips untouched.

Bastian looked down at her beautiful form, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. Now he understood her advice that the color of the sound changed as he followed the instruction. The sound was warm and much better to hear. 

His gaze softened and he tenderly kissed away the tears in her eyes, grateful for the piano teacher who had taught him so well. Then his hands explored her body, tracing lines of pleasure down her thighs and between her spread legs, she moaned in delight.

His desire now consumed him, Bastian began claimed his place inside her. He thrust into her relentlessly, delving deep into the core of her being. Even after the climax had passed, the aftermath of the peak that still remained. His forceful movements only added to the intensity,  his expert conduction brought Odette to the brink of a pleasurable release. 

As they reached their climax, Odette’s heart raced with a mix of excitement and fear. But she didn’t let it show, instead pulling Bastian in her embrace and tracing her fingers along his scarred spine. In this moment, she knew the true pleasure of giving herself to the man she loved. Every movement, no matter how intense, felt right and perfect.

She couldn’t make sense of her thoughts, yet her eyes never strayed from the man who held her in an embrace of infinite love. Odette held onto him tightly and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. He was her everything. Her family. Her sweetheart. Her truest love in every sense. With all its meanings, as if she were confessing her deepest desires.

When tears threatened to spill from her eyes, her body suddenly lifted off the ground. A startled escaped her lips in a scream, Bastian let out a playful chuckle and rested her on his thigh. He gently patted her back, his wild desire still burning within him, but he never wanted to make her cry on this day.

Odette smiled at Bastian. She could feel his body tightly locked against hers when  he hugged her.

“I love you.”  She whispered, stroking his sweaty hair. Then she planted a tender kiss on his cheek, and slowly she began to sway her body as if in a dance.

Bastian released a low moan and gripped her slender shoulders, feeling the sweat trickle down his tense muscles.  

“I love you, Bastian.” 

Odette’s soft voice whispered again, tears glistened in her eyes like precious jewels. Her beauty made him loss for words. He quickly climbed on top of her, pushed her down onto the once more, and kissed her. 

In that moment, he wished to devour her completely. It was as if all other thoughts had faded away.

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A log in the fire cracked as the heat splintered it and it felt like a full stop to the end of their passion.  Bastian slowly got up, regret in his eyes at leaving behind the soft warmth of his wife and put on his trousers. He pulled off the blanket from the sofa and used it to cover Odette, who was sleeping.

   They were both exhausted from pouring out their hearts to each other. The intensity of their passion had taken its toll on Odette and she slipped away into the pink haze of sleep, even as Bastian tucked her up in the blanket.

   After taking in the beautiful glow of Odette for one last moment as she slept, Bastian started to tidy away the mess they had made together. Picking up the clothes and neatly folding them on the couch, then gathered up all the wrappings and putting them in the empty box of decorations. A proper clean up could wait until morning.

   Bastian sat and reflected on the passionate affair they had indulged in. Now, in hindsight, he felt like they had behaved like wild animals, they unbridled merging, kissing, touching and rutting all night, and yet, these moments of profound love making were cherished memories.

   With a smile, Bastian lifted Odette in his arms. She murmured and nuzzled into him. He took one last look at the tree, its lights flickered lazily and glowed as if in a dream.

Growing up, Christmas festivals were nothing more than a distant spectacle for him. His father, Jeff Klauswitz, used to organise grand tree-lighting ceremonies at their mansion every year, but there was never any place for Bastian at those ceremonies and so. As the eldest son, he was always buried in books and lectures, missing out on important family events disguised as academic obligations. But it wasn’t just a flimsy excuse – his grooming as the perfect successor demanded every spare moment. 

   An unlooked for memory came to him of when he was nine and had naively harboured hope, sparked by a gift from his grandfather ,brought by his aunt; a golden star that had a ribbon on it to make a wish. He had kept that star in his pocket, once he had finished his homework, he hoped could join in on the festivities, but his chance to hang the wishing star never came.

   His tutor, adamant to keep the young child away from the grown-up celebrations, only piled on more work. When ever Bastian protested, he would face harsh punishment and he quickly realised the futility of his arguments. Every time he said something back, he would get hit. After being slapped six times she finally grasped the reality. The door to the festivities would never open for him. The more he resisted, the sharper the pain became. In the end, that year, the Christmas tree lighting event was held without the presence of the eldest son.

   When the celebration had concluded and the mansion was silent again, Bastian snuck out to the Christmas tree, the gold wishing star still in his pocket and stared up at the tree for a long time. Though the star never touched a tree, he sent a thank you letter to his grandfather for such a precious gift and from that moment onward, Bastian gave up on the hope of ever being included in the festivities.

As the years passed, he grew numb to the twinkling lights and festive decor that adorned their home every Christmas. Even after moving in with his grandfather, things remained unchanged.

 “Bastian?”  As Bastian was about to walk away from those memories, a soft voice broke through to him. He looked down to see Odette looking up at him dreamily in the light of Christmas tree.

Their eyes met and Odette smiled at him tenderly then kissed him on the cheek. 

 Lost in the loving beauty of her gaze, Bastian embraced her tightly.

He thought he could make a new wish now. 

It was the first step to love the new life that love had bestowed upon him.