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Settle in nice and cozy by the fire, dear reader. Brew yourself your favorite hot drink and let your eyes glide over the letters in the warm glow of candlelight. While the snow piles up in the dark of the night outside, know that you are wrapped up in the bundle of warmth and coziness that many have enjoyed and shall continue to enjoy.

Allow me, then, to wrap you further into that delighted feeling, even as you shift around under that blanket of yours, letting the warmth spread over your skin and delve deep within you. That tingling sensation of no one watching and the knowledge that you are alone with me for this evening—let that guide you towards a merry time as we go over these tales of the comfortable, the cute, and the lewd.

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The harsh cold wind blasts Purity as the magical girl holds her shield, protecting herself from the frosty blast. Across the hoary field of the Anteronian Park stands the blue-chilled woman, her arms outstretched, her eyes rolled back as glassy tears freeze upon her face.

The magical girl’s boots trudge through the snowbank, taking a slow and ponderous step forward as her shield freezes, burning her grasp with each moment she takes, getting closer to the Yuki-onna before her.

“You have to stop this!” the magical girl shouts as the harsh wind makes its way to larger stones of hail, shaped in the cutting edges of daggers. Her rosy and chapped cheeks itch and throb as the attack passes by her protection, striking and slashing at her jacket and dress.

The maiden on the opposite side of the field does not relent in casting the icy doom upon the city but instead wails in her lonely lament, using no words, yet her pain is genuine.

Despite the cold, depsite the biting wind and the cutting slashes of the daggers, and despite losing more and more of her battle dress, Purity makes her way to the woman. When she’s within arm’s reach, she dissipates her shield, pulling her arms back.

The yuki-onna’s snowflake eyes snap down to meet the magical girl’s heart eyes, gasping as if finally realizing she isn’t alone.

Or maybe, part of it is the fact that there is a pair of rosy tits fully exposed in front of her?

No matter the reason, her attack relents, leaving Purity with the opportunity, the singular moment, where she can react without a howling wind biting at her.

And the frosty maiden reacts by flinching, ready to be struck down by the attack that comes for all monsters.

Instead, she finds her face buried against those giant tits, surrounded by the warmth of Purity’s body, while her arms wrap around her, squeezing her tight.

Purity whispers into the frosty maiden’s ear, saying, “I know how you must feel, being so cold and alone. But you don’t have to be alone. Through all the anguish and hurt onto me. Let it all out.”

The yuki-onna shudders and shivers for the first time, grasping onto the sides of the magical girl.

Her icy touch raises gooseflesh upon Purity, whose teeth clench together, her embrace tightening on the frozen woman before her, and into her breast, the magical girl senses the wetness of the newly-formed tears, not particularly warm, but liquid for the first time since she had encountered this creature.

“T… there…” Purity sighs, running her hand over the hair of the frosty woman. “It’s all going to be alright. Just cry… just, ah?”

The yuki-onna snaps to face Purity, and without further warning, she locks her lips against the magical girl’s, sealing the two together.

When Purity reflexively attempts to pull back, she finds themselves locked together by the cold, so instead, she grasps the yuki-onna by the cheeks, deepening the kiss with her.

Together, their tongues dance in the dark winter’s night, entwining and loosening up as the warmth of the magical girl invades the frozen maiden.

Soon, Purity can pull back from the yuki-onna. When she does, steamy breath escapes from those once-frozen lips, her snowflake eyes glistening with the warmth of happiness, lips curling, and the hoary sheen over her face cracking, revealing the soft and human skin underneath.

Purity brushes the snow away from the girl’s face, revealing someone around her age with rosy cheeks and a runny nose, tears streaming down her face.

“There you are,” Purity says. “I see you.”

The yuki-onna tackles Purity, knocking her into the snowdrift, gripping her shoulders, and peppering kisses all over her.

Purity squirms, surrounded by the cold, but pushes her chest out, bridging her hips and biting her lips. She doesn’t speak anymore but instead lets out little sighs of delight, the excitement, and danger of it all washing over her just as unconsciousness takes her from the cold, sealed by another kiss.

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And so, the offer of love can warm up the most frozen hearts. There is a danger inherent in opening yourself up to someone unconditionally. We all take risks when we do so, and sometimes, to make the world a better place than when we left it, we have to go to our comfortable homes to do so.

Of course, to find out the answer to what happens in life, we all need to turn the page. So many do not even do that.

What’s that? Are you squirming in your cozy little bundle? Perhaps that’s a good thing because you must realize that the spirit of the holidays is not just the warmth and joy they use to fight the darkness. It acknowledges that the night exists and what we must do to fight it off to earn our coziness.

So, take another sip, my reader, and turn the page if you dare…