Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedications and Acknowledgements
Introduction
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
About the Author
Also By S.C. Principale
The Minotaur’s Valentine
Chapter One: Milo
Chapter Two: Libby
Chapter Three: Libby
Chapter Four: Milo
Chapter Five: Milo
Velvet Wings
Chapter One: Lennox
Chapter Two: Cindy
Chapter Three: Lennox
Chapter Four: Cindy
Possessed By the Leonid King | Felix Orbus Galaxy | Book One |
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Dedications and Acknowledgements
This one is dedicated to my Patreon Fan-mily, my editor, and my hardcore writing besties. I am so sorry I have such a filthy mind and you all have to put up with it. I owe you cookies. Or stickers. Or more filth. But lovingfilth! Also, this is dedicated to whoever made those ridiculously inspirational hot Santa memes. Look what you started.
Introduction
Anelf’sworstnightmareistoendupontheNaughtyList,but Eirwen’sfantasiesaboutKlausaresodelicioustheymakeit worththerisk!
Eirwen has never wanted anyone but the handsome, commanding widower the world knows as the kindly Santa Claus. Her racy fantasies revolve around another side of Klaus that’s much more demanding but just as desirable. What will happen when Eirwen’s cravings translate into her only Christmas Wish—and Klaus finds out?
Klaus is retiring from his job as Santa Claus and handing the reins over to his son. But as he prepares to shop for a summer home in Pine Ridge, the magical demi-mortal wonders if it’s too late to capture the heart of the woman of his lustful dreams. When he discovers Eirwen’s debauched Christmas Wish, Klaus must make a choice. Should he keep their friendship as it is? Or should he indulge both of their dreams and lead them into a deliciously dirty December?
Author’sNote:Thereisseriouslysomuchsexinthisbook.Are youokaywiththat?It’sallconsensualandEirwenandKlaushave assuredmetheyareintoit.
Allthesmut.Allthelove.Amushyhappyendinginacozy paranormal-friendlytownknownforitsloveofPinetrees,minor leaguehockey,andmaple-glazeddoughnuts.
Author’sSecondNote:ThisisyourLASTchancetogodo somethingelse.Youcouldlearntoplaythepiano.Orknit.Orsend offthosethankyounotesyoupromisedyou’dsendbeforeFebruary butdidn’t.
No?Okay,then.
Disclaimer:Noholeswereleftbehindinthemakingofthisbook.
Chapter One
Ican’t have a thing for my boss... even if he won’t be my boss for much longer.
About twenty minutes, to be exact.
“Eirwen! Aren’t you coming?”
I look up, nose red (redder than usual) from crying, not from the cold.
“I’ll be right there, Juniper!” I say brightly.
I’m one of Klaus’ elves. I’m always cheerful.
So is Klaus.
I frown through my hidden tears as Juniper hurries to the dining hall, her braids swinging, bells jingling. When I think of Klaus’ big smile, his broad chest heaving with laughter, his ringing voice... I have trouble remembering when last I saw him give anyone a real smile. I think it’s been more than a month.
I would do anything to make him smile. He’s not just a good boss. He’s not just a symbol of love and generosity around the world.
He’s... everything I ever wanted.
That giant of a man with a booming laugh, magic in his hands, and a smile as wide as the Arctic Circle...
He’s been my crush since I started working with him almost forty years ago—even though back then there was a Mrs. Claus.
I know, I know. Workplace romances are so messy, right? Don’t worry, I’m not a workshop wrecker. I loved Holly Claus almost as much as I swooned over her jolly, friendly, sweetheart of a husband. I stayed strictly professional. Even though I was tempted, I never talked to Klaus about anything besides my job—head manager of the stable and eventually the head reindeer trainer.
“Eirwen! You’re not gonna let the girls miss my big moment, are you?”
“Kris! No, sorry. Cupid is a little cranky, that’s all. She misses Hades.” I jump when I see Kris standing in the stable doorway,
looking like a young, dark-haired version of his dad. I quickly get up and pat Cupid’s nose. I’m telling the truth. This close to Christmas I can’t risk letting her be with her mate, the big black buck, Hades, or she might be too tired to fly tomorrow night.
Kris, who will be known as Santa Claus in about twenty minutes when he takes over from his father, doesn’t buy my story.
“I don’t think Cupid is the only one who’s cranky. You’re going to miss my dad, aren’t you?”
“Of course!” Elves come and go every couple of centuries, and each Santa can only hold his power for 100 winters. It doesn’t always pass from father to son, but it always passes, like a windup toy’s clockwork—every century on the stroke of midnight that starts Christmas Eve day.
I force a smile that softens to something natural. “We always miss the old St. Nick, but we love the new one. We’ve known you since you were born, silly. I’m sure the reins are in good hands.” I make a weak pun as I lead the team of eight through the stable and across the snow-packed ground.
“Eirwen. You know the powers don’t just switch on at midnight when Dad hands me The List. They’ve been getting stronger for days. I know all you want for Christmas.” Kris gives me a sweet, sad look.
I hang my head. He must be sick at the thought of me wanting his father for my heart mate. How could I, a tiny little elf and not even a Crafter, dream of replacing Kris’ mother, a human, an angel in mortal form, the most beautiful, gentle woman I’ve ever met, and Klaus’ true heart mate, or what the humans call “one true love”?
“I’m sorry. I am foolish to think about such things,” I whisper. Humans don’t even have heart mates. They have husbands and wives, and many break their sacred vows.
Klaus hadn’t. Even though they were humans, all of us elves knew Klaus and Holly had been heart mates.
Not that it will matter soon. Klaus has mentioned that he’ll be taking some time away to let Kris settle into his new job and make the role of Santa his own.
Soon, Klaus might only be a visitor—and he certainly won’t make time to chat with me when he comes back to see his son and all of the elves who have served with him. His closest friends have always been the Crafters and Confectioners.
Kris shakes his head and stays the team with his hand on Dasher’s brow. “Santa makes wishes, too, you know. Haven’t you noticed him getting more and more surly with every passing minute? It’s not because he’s retiring. He has been waiting to see me take over and fill those shiny black boots and the big red suit for the last decade. He’s going to miss you.”
“Miss me?” I know Klaus is leaving for a year or two in the sun after a century in the hidden snowy realms of Brightlund, a tiny snippet of the North Pole ordinary people can’t quite find on the map. He’s leaving, but he’ll be back. His son lives here. The elves are his family. And that doesn’t explain why he’ll miss me.
Kris seems to read my thoughts. “Mom has been gone for fifteen years, Eirwen. Dad gets another century of mortal life, maybe even more. You don’t think it’s possible that he might want to meet someone to share that time with?”
“No! I mean, yes. Of course he might. Does. Would.” I shake my silver-streaked plum-colored curls. “A human lady.”
Kris looks at me for a long moment while the blood rushes to my face.
Klaus is six-and-a-half feet tall. I calibrated the sleigh and trained the reindeer to pull the correct weight. I know he weighs about 300 pounds, most of it muscle.
I’m just under four feet and weigh a third of that, with a body as thin and straight as a candy cane. The only fat on me is my round cheeks and my scant handfuls of breasts.
The blood in my cheeks flies south.
Yes, I’ve been imagining having someone as big as Klaus touching me. Yes, I’ve imagined him inside me, and I longed for the initial pain and dreamed of the pleasure afterward.
“Stop.” Kris holds up a warning hand. “I like it best when I just get semi-clear visions of what you want. Which is my dad. And you’re who he wants.”
“He—what?” My shriek makes an icicle snap off the gingerbreadesque roof of the dining hall as the doors are being flung open wide for the ceremonial exchange of power.
“Shhh!” Kris glares me to silence, dark black beard and flashing blue-black eyes hushing me along with a wave of his white-gloved hand.
“Why me? He barely talks to me!”
“He can’t! Or at least, he couldn’t. Not while you were working for him! No Santa wants to risk doing something that could potentially cause tension between him and his workers. But haven’t you noticed that he’s been hanging out in the stables every spare minute?”
I hadnoticed—and loved— Klaus’ recent habit. “I thought he was sad that he wouldn’t be driving the sleigh tomorrow night. I thought he was going to miss the team.” I pat Donder’s flank.
“He likes you, Eirwen. You were always a good friend to my mother. You were always there for me growing up. You taught me how to ride, drive, and fly. Best of all, you never, ever let Dad down. His team and his sleigh were always perfect because of you. You never asked him for anything or pressured him to change the way he ran the Workshop.”
I blink in surprise. “That’s just being a good worker! Elves are supposed to support.”
“You were more. You were a good friend. Someone he trusted. Someone he could talk to. And remember—he isSanta, for another few minutes, anyway. He’s known your Christmas Wish for months. He just couldn’t act on it.” Kris leaves the team and walks through the sweeping snow, calling back over his shoulder— “But that all changes tonight. The question is—do you want to make each other’s Christmas Wishes come true?”
KLAUS CHEERS THE LOUDEST of anyone in the packed dining hall when Kris steps up and takes The List, and with it, the magic and
semi-immortality offered to every Santa. Within seconds, his black hair is shot through with silver, but it doesn’t turn snow white. That’ll happen after a few years. Magic has its price after all.
Feasting and drinking begin, but not to excess. In a few more hours, Kris—I mean, Santa Claus, will take his first solo flight around the globe to deliver the presents the Crafters and Confectioners had worked on all year.
Klaus, still in a faded red velvet suit that is nowhere near as rich and vibrant as his son’s, steps off the dais where the head table is stationed. He has to work his way through an ocean of well-wishers, but it is clear that he has a designated target in mind.
Me.
“Eirwen.”
“Klaus. Um. Congratulations. Doublecongratulations! Kris will be amazing. You’ve trained him well. And well done you!” I babble with a nervous smile. I duck my head back into the tankard of thick, creamy eggnog and hope I sounded a little smoother to Klaus than I did to my own ears. “A century without a single house missed. Hhigh five!”
Klaus taps my outstretched hand gently with two fingers. His hand is three times the size of mine. His fingers are peppermint logs compared to my fun-sized candy canes.
I press my thighs together as I suddenly remember a night of recent fantasizing and experimentation while I was alone in my room. I’d taken the biggest peppermint log I could find, one almost as wide as my palm, a thick red and white cylinder that smelled like Heaven... Like Klaus... He always smelled like fresh snow and sugary mint. I couldn’t picture how big he would be as I rubbed the chalky peppermint over my skin. Klaus was huge, even for humans. As I practiced working it into my aching pussy, I wondered if Klaus would be even longer. Thicker? Would he fit in my tiny, tight snatch, even after I attempted to stretch myself out?
The creamy peppermint candy didn’t fit, but it felt so good being stretched while dreaming Klaus was the one working himself inside of me. The starbursts of pain that made me gasp and wince would be worth it if I could feel his wide, firm hands on my waist, if I could
hear his deep snowdrift of a voice coaxing me to relax and let him do whatever was necessary to make us one.
My flashback seems like hours to me, but it’s only two seconds in reality. Klaus is still laughing and waving to those surging past us, looking completely nonchalant and unaware that my thick winter tights were damp because of my naughty thoughts.
Ohno!Kris!TheList!Doeshe know?
Wait...DidKlaus know?He’dstillbeenthecurrentSantaClaus whenIhadmylittleforayintocandycanefuckery.
“Thank you, Eirwen. Say, I was wondering if you’d help me tomorrow night?”
“Tomorrow night? But that’s Take-Off!”
“Oh, I know, after Take-Off. See, I was thinking of spending the day someplace, maybe even overnight. I haven’t taken Christmas Eve off in a century. I’m used to driving the big team, but I wondered if I could borrow Hades and Jingle? Could you show me how to use one of the smaller sleighs? Maybe the little red twoseater?”
Me? Alone with Klaus, teaching him how to use a sled built for two?
“Sure. Where are we going?”
“There’s a little ski lodge in Kullorsuaq that I usually find empty on my run. Not many people want to take a winter vacation in one of the coldest places on Earth.”
“True. Um. How will I get back?”
Klaus gives me a long look so steamy that it would melt the stripes off a peppermint stick. “You know...In all these years, you have never missed a day of work. Never missed a Take-Off.”
“Well. What can I say? I love my job.” And my boss, I add silently.
“I’m retired now. I never had much time to stop and hobnob with one of my trustiest, most steadfast elves. I have a little leisure now. Are you interested in a short getaway?”
I swallow and nod. “But I have to be back by the time the team gets home. They need their post-flight massages and Donder’s hoof salve, and Cupid will want to be with Hades, and—”
“We’ll be home in time for Christmas dinner. How many other elves are under you?”
“A few dozen,” I admit.
“Delegate for one night. Let someone take over the stable for a handful of stolen hours.”
“Stolen?” My voice is a squeak.
Klaus leans in close. I’ve never seen him give me this look—one of pure burning knowledge.
He knows. He knows all about my secret wishes.
And he wants to make them come true.
“Do you want me to steal your heart, or do you want to give it to me?” he whispers, low voice a harsh grunt that makes me throb. I whimper when his hand rests on my hip, completely cradling it.
My noise makes him hesitate. “I could have misread. People have idle thoughts. I understand, Eirwen. I hope you’ll forget all about this. Forgive me for—”
“No! I want everything you think I want. More.” My voice is a greedy little mewl.
“If you’re worried because of my age—”
“I’m not.”
“Or the difference in our sizes—” Klaus peers into my blushing face.
Is it wrong to think of the most giving man alive taking something from me, roughly but not by force? Pulling a willing surrender I’ve been dreaming about giving? Knowing he’ll have to use powerful thrusts to make my body accommodate his ... maybe with sweat dripping down the thick muscles of his chest, mane of silvery-white hair wild as he plows into me. Does it mean I’m on the Naughty List if I love to imagine him pushing into me so hard I see stars, knowing he’ll make any pain instantly better with his gentle touch?
Not that I want to see the gentle Santa Claus I worked with for all these years. I want to see the god of winter I’ve come to lust after, a man who flew through blizzards and across warzones to bring joy to millions.
“Oh, Klaus.” I nod, eyes shining. “I’m only worried that this is a dream. Is this a dream?” I look into my now-empty mug of eggnog. Could someone have spiked it with something?
Klaus shakes his head. “No. We’re awake. Come with me to the stables. Let’s look at the options we have.”
“But the party!” I protest.
“Won’t miss us for a few minutes.”
WE TRUDGE THROUGH THE snow together. Klaus sinks in up to his ankles while I barely leave footprints since my body is so light and small. All of Santa’s elves are like this, so I only appreciate just how big and heavy Klaus is when we’re close together and that rarely happens.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” I ask.
Klaus’ voice is a velvet whisper among the soft moaning of arctic winds that bring a fresh shower of glittering snow. “At first, I wasn’t ready. Not so soon after Holly. Then, when I was, I knew I had to wait until I stepped down. If you didn’t want me, I didn’t want to risk upsetting you and making you leave. The team needs you. Kris will need you. Now, if I’ve upset you or offended you, or you have doubts—”
“No doubts,” I interject, reality settling over me in a happy fog. Klaus’ reasons make sense, and my long knowledge of him tells me that his words ring true.
“Well, if you were to change your mind about any of it,” he leaves the words vague and looks at the shimmering purple and white streaks in the sky above Brightlund before we head inside, “I can leave now. I’m not neededhere. Your home is here, and your work is here. Once Kris finds his Mrs. Claus, I’m thinking of taking a summer home in some place like Pine Ridge, New York, where magical folks are welcomed, but not exploited or endangered. And if need be, I could make it my home all year.”
SohecouldgivemespaceifIrejecthim.Ifthingsdon’twork out.
It’s considerate... But I cannot imagine any situation where I’d turn him down now that I know he’s interested in me.
“Oh. Good thinking.” I keep my words short, nodding. I’ve been doing that a lot, swallowing down words when I wish I could pour them out instead. I’ve always been shy, an only child when elves typically have large families. It’s common to see couples with six or seven little ones in their family. I grew up with only my parents and grandparents. Maybe that's why I prefer the relative silence of animals to people.
Speaking to Klaus about anything other than the team or workrelated plans is new for me and doesn’t come easily.
I think maybe that’s one reason I’m so attracted to him. His presence is naturally larger-than-life and a little intimidating.
It’s also relaxing in an odd way. I don’t think I need to say a word—I can just let him take me.
Suddenly, Klaus’ hand is on the back of my neck, a hot, heavy weight despite the chill. “Did I upset you?”
“No.”
“You’re so quiet.”
Again, I just nod. Holly was a sweet, warm, vivacious chatterbox. Maybe Klaus won’t like my silence. “Is it okay? That I’m quiet?”
It’s his turn to pause, then drop his voice as we step into the privacy of the warm hay-scented barn. “I’d like to hear your voice, Eirwen. The noises you’ll make. The sounds I could pull from you...”
“Yes!” I spin to face him, nodding up at him. “Yes, I’ll talk—in those situations.”
“I’ll help you.” His finger trails under my chin and rests briefly on my neck. “I won’t give you a choice. You’ll have to tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”
Todotoyou.
The words fan flames in my chest.
“I want you to take me to the lodge you mentioned.”
Klaus nods, walking along the long row of stalls and down to the bay where we keep the various sleds, with the noted exception of
Santa’s Sleigh. That’s in its own private shed. He stops in front of a little red two-seater. He sits in it, spreading out as he tests it for comfort.
“Hop in, Eirwen.”
I obey, curls bouncing as I squeeze in, feeling the heat of his leg against mine.
“Have you ever sat on Santa’s lap, Eirwen?” he asks, voice a low rumble that brushes against my ear and makes me quake inside.
“N-no.”
There’s silence. I sneak a look at him, face on fire.
He won’t tell me to do it. But I ache for him to command me. If he told me to suck him like a sugar plum until he was ready to come, then jam my petite pussy down on him in one swift plunge, I would do it, sobbing in ecstasy with every biting burst of pain and every wave of pleasure afterward. If he told me to clamp my thighs around his cock while he emptied load after load of cum inside of me, I would do it happily like the most eager little trollop, eager to be bred.
All I can manage to do is flex my fingers where my leg meets his.
“Do you want to show me how she handles?” Klaus asks.
My swallow is a gulp. “You tell me. Please.”
“Well, I’ve never—”
“I know! Humans and elves rarely mingle in a romantic way. I don’t know what I’m doing, either, Klaus.” I use his name and dig my fingers into the velvet of his trousers. “But I know I want you to tell me. Tell me anywish of yours, and I’ll make it come true. I trust you, Klaus. Anything you could tell me to do—I would do. Willingly. Sowillingly.”
I use up all my bravery in one shot, talking myself to silence, wet and slick between my lower lips and tongue dry and nervous between my upper ones.
Why is he silent? Why isn’t he soothing my fears, telling me he understands what I want? I know he’s naturally gifted at giving orders. I’m good at following them. Why should the bedroom be any different from our weekly meetings?
Klaus takes my hand and squeezes, a true smile lighting his stern features. “I meant, show me how the two-seater handles.”
“Oh. Right.”
“But now that I know how you handle—sit on my lap, Eirwen. Right here. In the middle.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Klaus. I’m not your boss now. ‘Yes, Klaus’ if you want to say anything at all.”
I sit in his lap, just where he gestures. Oh, sweet figgy pudding.
I can feel his cock pressing against my ass. And my thigh. I use my hand to reposition myself, and Klaus seizes it and presses it to his erection.
My hand will close around him—if I stretch my fingers until I feel like the joints are separating. I’m sure for a human he’s well above average, maybe eight or nine inches and thick. Human women would whimper and stretch.
I’m an elf. My hand is a third of the size. As for other areas...
Klaus puts my hand firmly back in my lap and holds it there, head bent to whisper in my ear, his whisper tickling the sensitive point. “Just tell me if you want to attempt... physical things after feeling that, Eirwen. I know we can find ways to make each other happy. I want to know if this is one of them. I want to know now, so I can... pack accordingly.”
I wonder what he means.
He waits, chest tense against my back, hands stiff on mine.
Finally, he cracks the silence with a hoarse croak, “I may not be Santa anymore, but I can still visit my workbench, Eirwen. Want me to make you an elf-sized gift to keep you satisfied?”
“No! No, Klaus, I want you.” I turn, nodding, and then turn right back, head hanging.
“Oh, you’d have me, sweet snow angel. I’ll be the one pounding it into you, touching every inch of your gorgeous body while you take my cock between your hands or breasts, or maybe even in that sweet little mouth.”
I forget how to breathe.
Klaus leans his head to mine for a moment. “This isn’t right. Too fast. Too lustful. Eirwen, I—”
“It’s not too fast! Lust is good. Very, very good.”
“But if we start and you change your mind, you know you can always tell me so. I... I’ve cared about you for such a long time, Eirwen.”
Hehas?“When?” I ask in a curious whisper.
“Probably a few years ago—when you let me help deliver Cupid’s calf. It was the first time since Holly passed that I’d been truly happy. I remember thinking that it was strange that I’d lived and worked with the team of reindeer for decades and never helped bring on into the world, even though I had laid many to rest. You helped me think—life will go on. Life will go on, not just for the children I bring gifts to, but it could go on for me, too. It could be different. With someone different. You will never replace my Holly. You are in a class of your own. Holly taught me what love was. You made me realize it didn't have to die with her.”
Klaus leans his lips against my cheek, beard tickling my neck and caressing my skin. A soft kiss.
“When? For you?” he asks.
My answer is different. “Probably the first time I saw you—but don’t worry! I was content to admire from afar. It wasn’t until the last few years that things began to—thicken.”
My words mimic his cock, which had softened a bit during his emotional speech. It surges back to life as I squirm on him, leaning back to move my lips to his.
His mouth is bigger, tongue more demanding. He grips my face in one hand, plundering, stealing my air, a mix of mint and mead that is far more intoxicating than my rum-filled eggnog.
At last, when I’m on the verge of stripping off my tights and begging him to fuck me on the seat of this sleigh, he stops.
“No.” I wince, wanting him back. “I’m not ready to stop, Klaus.”
“I’m not ready to start! If I kiss you for another second, I’ll have to have you. Completely. I want to take you somewhere alone. Far from any interruptions, Eirwen.”
“Did you see my Christmas Wish this year?” I ask. “In detail?”
“That’s not always how the power works. I see what to give a person. What they want.”
So he knows I want him. I want him inside of me, making me a drenched, trembling mess, stretched around him, clinging to him.
And he clings back. He’s as enthralled with me as I am with him. I don’t know if he can give me all of my Christmas Wish and become my heart mate—or if this is mainly physical with some sort of affection thrown in.
I also don’t care. I’ve been fasting, abstaining from affection for years, doubtful my dreams would come true but with my heart too stubborn to accept anything other than him.
Klaus.
Klaus who did ask if I would give him my heart.
My heart flutters like a moth circling a candle’s flame as Klaus speaks, his voice soft but with enough edge to make sure I am well aware of what his words mean.
“You want me. Snug inside of you. I can see flashes of other things, but mainly I just see us. Together.”
“I want that.”
I’ll worry about everything else later.
“No, no. You don’t have to worry, snow angel. I want you in the same way. Well, no. Not the same. The inverse.” Klaus has a little smirk on his lips, one that makes me shiver. It’s knowing, dark, and yet somehow warm. A naughty, delicious smirk I’ve never seen.
“You’ve been under me for years, Eirwen. And now I want you on top of me. In front of me. Spread out around me...”
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes, all of those things.” I shudder and lean up to kiss him, pawing and clawing until our mouths meet and I can feel his hand sliding possessively over my outer thigh, gripping hard. He squeezes the globes of my ass, hands so wide that his fingers caress the cleft between my legs, brushing both openings at once.
I gasp, taking him deeper into my mouth, tongue swept under his.
It’s the sweetest suffocation, with all of my senses ablaze. He could rip my tights right now and slide inside me, splitting me like an overripe peach.
“Let’s leave after the feast.” Klaus abruptly pulls back. “It’s not far, only three hours without the Burst.”
I nod, knowing the Burst is only to be used to manipulate time and space for Santa’s Sleigh.
“You’ll sit on my lap and teach me how she likes to be driven.” “Yes, Klaus.”
I know he means more than just the sleigh.
Chapter Two
I’m shaking so much inside, I’m afraid the constant tremors will set off an avalanche in the icy terrain of Brightlund. Or maybe my constant blushing and flushing will start melting all the snow. For a minute, I envision leaving a wet trail wherever I go, making pools of melted snow with every overheated footstep.
Me leaving a hot wet mess behind me? That’s not so far-fetched. Right now, I’m so wet inside that I’d be afraid to sit on Klaus’ lap, even if he asked me to. What if I soak right through his suit?
“Are you all right, Eirwen?”
Claudine, a matronly, older elf who works in the nursery, stops me as I re-enter the feast just a few minutes after Klaus. I look around the room and find him embracing his son and pounding him on the back up at the head table.
“I’m fine.” Justfine.Horny,sweaty,shaky,andflustered,but overjoyed.
The man I’ve wanted for years wants me, too—now. Tonight. In a few hours.
“I know you’ll miss Klaus. We all will. Let it out, dearie.” Claudine pats my shoulder.
I let out a short hysterical laugh into her warm, well-padded bosom as she pulls me into a hug.
“You’ve been working too hard, Eirwen. You’ve never missed a day. You won’t delegate a single chore for the team or in the stable. If I were Kris—I mean, Santa—I would order you to take at least one night off!”
“What an excellent idea. You know I always listen to Nana Claudine.”
I gasp as Kris’ amused voice booms above our heads.
The new Santa bends to hug the silver-haired elf who helped raise him. Everyone, elf or human, reveres Nana Claudine.
“I’m fine. I like to stay busy!” I quickly throw on a wide, perky smile.
“Good—but you’ll have to obey my first official order, or you’ll make me look bad.” Kris winks. “Dad wants to take a sleigh to Kullorsuaq to celebrate his retirement, and you know how he is. He’s never flown anything but Santa’s Sleigh. There’s a pretty lodge right on the water. Why don’t you take a night off after being Dad’s chauffeur?”
“How about it, Eirwen?”
My smile stiffens at the edges in an effort not to moan aloud. Klaus has managed to sneak up behind me. His hand is on my back. So much of my back, all at once. His thumb lazily caresses a line up and down my spine and it turns my limbs into mush.
“Uh-huh. Sure. Sure. When?” I rasp, mouth wet but throat suddenly dry.
“No time like the present. And you know I need a distraction. The first Christmas Eve in a century without working? I won’t know what to do with myself. C’mon, Eirwen. You show me how to fly ‘er, and I’ll buy you a grog.”
I look up and see Klaus’ wide, gentle smile.
For a second, I wonder if I dreamed the conversation we had in the stable.
Then, I feel his hand lightly stroke my waist, fingers caressing my bottom before coming back to his sides. The smile on his face remains innocent, but his eyes are ravenous.
A white wolf, hunting.
Those gray hairs are no indicator of strength—and I can’t wait for him to bend me until I’m about to break, to use every drop of his power on me.
“Will we be back for Christmas dinner?” I ask, trying to sound calm and interested.
“We’ll beat Kris home by a minute!” Klaus laughs, and Kris laughs, too. Even Nana Claudine laughs. At last, I join in, giddy.
Klaus and I are leaving for a night of passion together, and no one will suspect a thing.
THE NEXT FEW HOURS are a mad dash as Kris gets ready for TakeOff. I’m busy with the team. Klaus is busy with Kris. Everyone is rushing with their own jobs to do. For a few hours, I concentrate fully on my work.
But then, Kris leaves. The Tracking Department gets to work while the Fulfillment and Distribution Teams go to their battle stations. The Crafters, Packers, and Mechanics go get drunk or fall asleep.
I head to a deserted spot where I coast the sleigh out and shiver in anticipation as I wait for Klaus.
He arrives, somber and unsmiling, preoccupied with Kris and missing his work.
But then he gets in the sleigh, and I’m pressed against him, his warmth soaking into my thick green velvet dress and white furs.
“On my lap, Eirwen,” he breathes, breath making frosty clouds.
“Yes, Klaus.” I scoot myself over, letting out a little chirp of surprise when Klaus lifts me over his meaty thighs, so broad under my little saplings of legs.
But he doesn’t just lift me. He lifts my skirts, spreading them around us so that my tight-covered bottom is nestled to his groin.
“Let’s go.”
I nod, clucking my tongue to Hades and Jingle.
They start to run, fast and smooth. Icy drops of snow blow back against us. Klaus tucks the hood of my furs up close around me and wraps us in the thick tanned hides of musk ox.
I’m touched by his concern—but the man should know that he’s setting me afire already!
As the sled suddenly slips free of gravity and starts to climb through the air, I can feel Klaus relax under me. His hands rest under my ribs and gently stroke up and down, massaging me through the fabric of my dress.
“Alone at last. Am I distracting you?” Klaus murmurs, voice as thick and dark as curling chimney smoke.
“I can drive.”
“Not what I asked.” His hand slips lower and starts to stroke my outer thighs. “You make such pretty little noises when I touch you,
Eirwen. Does that mean I should continue?” he asks.
“Touch me where?”
Klaus laughs, chest shaking silently. Eventually, his voice catches up, louder to counter the rushing wind. “That’s the question, isn’t it? I could be a gentleman.”
I nod.
“Or I could give you what you want.”
I nod so much harder. “That one.”
“But you’ll have to tell me. I wouldn’t like to push you too far,” Klaus warns, a mixture of genuine concern and roguishness in his tone.
“You can touch me. Anywhere. I want that.” I bite off the words and spit them out fast before I can lose my nerve.
Klaus puts his lips to my temple, larger form cradling mine. It’s both sweetly protective and intimidating.
And I love it.
“You want me to touch you where? Where should I start? Where do you dream about me touching you the most?” Klaus asks.
“I—”
There’s a soft squeeze of his iron arm around my waist. “I’m only going to touch you in one spot for the rest of the ride. Where should it be? No overthinking, just tell me, sweet little snow angel.”
“Pussy!” The word escapes and I can’t call it back, blurted out in sudden fear that he won’t touch me where I’m throbbing so bad it physically hurts.
His lips fasten on my neck, and his left hand joins my two on the reins.
His right hand slips under my spread skirt and brushes over my damp tights.
Then, I feel a sharp tug between my legs and a burst of colder air.
“I’ll buy you more.”
My eyes are wide despite the rushing wind. Klaus just ripped open my tights. Does that mean he’s—
His hand cups my wet pussy through my panties.
“Don’t.”
“You don’t want me to touch?” Klaus drops his hand and stops kissing my neck.
I could curse at the loss. “You’ll get all wet,” I whisper, blushing madly.
Another of his booming laughs crashes against my skin. “Yes, Eirwen. I’ll be drenched in your juices if I have my way. I want to make you wetter still. I want to hear waves lapping when I touch you here. You’ll have to be utterly soaked to take all of me, and even then—”
Forget Rudolph’s nose. My cheeks could cut through the fog around Everest on a cloudy night. I spur the reindeer on with a sudden flap of the reins. “I’m not worried about that.”
Klaus’ fingers slowly make their way back, this time making my stomach curl in a tight knot by pushing the crotch of my panties to the side. One firm, large finger plays across my lips, then over my clit, making me moan and gasp.
“I want to be inside of you so very much. Can you tell?” Klaus positions my bare pussy to rock against his long, girthy erection, rubbing red velvet all over me, teasing me until I whimper. “You’ll need quite a warm-up,” he whispers, and I feel something different happening between my legs.
No more touching the outside. Klaus has his finger poised at my entrance, his other hand leaving the reins to push me up and forward.
It takes me a moment to understand.
Klaus is offering me sweet relief in the form of his finger. I can sit on him or not. My choice.
I’d much rather rip away the crotch of his suit and impale myself on his cock, but I’m pretty sure that would lead to a crash. I can just see the headlines now, HornyElfFoundinSnowbankwithFrozen LadyBits.
“You’ll freeze.” Klaus abruptly pulls me back against him and settles us under heavy hide lap blankets.
My chance is lost—for now.
“I shouldn't have been so irresponsible while you were at the reins,” Klaus mutters, bitterness and self-derision in his tone.
“I wanted to. I wanted more. If you hadn’t had your trousers zipped, this could have been another story.” I squirm pointedly against the fat, thick cock pressing into my chilly rear.
A hand fumbles underneath the robes.
Velvet and hide shift.
Oh,God.Ishegoingto?Ishegoingtotakemenow,inmid-air?
I’m not a virgin, but I expect this to be far from easy. I haven’t had sex with anyone besides a toy in so long. Years.
But Klaus doesn’t force his cock inside of me in one hard swoop (even though I want him to do exactly that). Instead, he widens my hips and sits me on his lap. I can feel the coarse hair on his thighs and satiny warm skin.
And inches. Many. Thickness. One part of him is so much hotter than the rest, and he pushes me to sit on him, pussy pressed to his cock as he guides it between my thighs. He’s not inside, but his manhood is nestled in my dripping folds, meaty hardness rocking against my clit as I bite my lip and urge the reindeer even faster.
A firm hand grips one of my breasts and Klaus begins to rock under me, rubbing us together. “I shouldn’t do this,” he hisses.
“You should do so much more. Much harder!” I exclaim, head momentarily falling back to rest on his shoulder. The sky is streaked with green and purple over a field of silver stars. Icy wind swallows up my moan as Klaus grinds my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and my clit to his crown. I let out a broken cry of desire when his thumb indents my slit, testing the width of my opening.
“Fuck. Eirwen... Eirwen, I know elves are smaller than humans, but I had no idea... I just assumed...” Klaus trails off as his thumb struggles to invade. In a second he gives up.
I swallow great gulps of night air. In the far distance, I can see land across the icy black waters. It feels like my head and heart are swirling into the dark depths.
Is Klaus hesitating? Fearful of hurting me? What if he stops? If he stops now, I’ll explode.
That’s another icky headline. Santa’sElfScatteredAllOverNorth Sea.
No. I have to be bolder. Braver.
“But isn’t that what you’re dreaming of? The tightest little pussy to grip your cock? I’ll be so snug around you.” I don’t tell him about how I watched myself with the peppermint log, gasping in pain and pleasure at how it stretched my opening, making a tight pink ring around lurid sugary white and red. About how I wanted to force all those inches inside and only stopped because I wanted him to be the one to fill me for the first time.
“You should stop that. You bring out... You bring out parts of me that I’ve never seen before.”
My voice is shaking as I whisper, “The man who always gives to others deserves to take something for himself.” Before he can protest, I reach down and line his hand up with my soaking snatch, coating his fingers in my natural slipperiness. “You’ll be giving me something I’ve been longing for, Klaus. I promise.”
“I promise,” he parrots, emphasis on the “I.” He means it. He’s going to deliver.
His warm, rigid cock joins his hand, working between my thighs. He’s sliding his fist along his length while his knuckles and satiny sheath take turns caressing my pussy.
“I want to make you come,” Klaus whispers against my ear, softly biting it. He pulls me back to his chest, squeezing the air from me as he roughly cups and kneads my small breast. “Tell me. What makes you let go?”
“I don’t know.” I swallow a moan as I see a few lights in the distance. We’re nearly there. The reindeer must sense my urgency.
The grip on my nipple becomes a tight pinch. “Are you teasing me?”
“No! I... I had a few encounters when I was much younger. Since then? Only thoughts. My own hands.” I squirm, loving the way the pressure zips through my breast, pinging off each rib and notch of my spine before zeroing in on my clit. I wonder if Klaus can feel it throbbing against his cock?
As if in answer, his free hand changes position and finds my clit in its soft, dark pink hood. His heavy fingers press it as if it’s his own personal toy and he’s looking for the on-switch.
“Did those lucky elves make you come?”
