Page 6 of The Elf’s Naughty Toy

Finally, my shaft deflates, returning to its normal size, to where I’m able to tuck myself back into my Santa costume. Just in case, I should probably channel my magic and wish for my cock not to stiffen while I’m visiting with the children. I don’t think it would be appropriate for me to have kids sitting on my lap while there is a sword nearly protruding from my pants. Have to say, the thought of continuing on and listening to a hundred more kids tell me what they want for Christmasis dreadful at this moment. Now that I’ve made this profound discovery, I’d rather stay locked right here in this bathroom, stroking myself over and over again, feeling the intense sensations blasting through me, having my toes curl up in my boots as the release hits.

Maybe just one more round won’t hurt before I go back out.

I take my seat,feeling relatively back to normal. After four strokings, the craving is at least bearable and now I’m ready to play my part as Santa again. Thankfully, the elves were able to improvise with some Christmas carols while I was detained in the bathroom. And now, it’s time to visit with the next child.

One by one, they hop up, tell me what they want Santa to bring them for Christmas, then they smile for the camera before hopping down and running back to their parents.

“I’m sorry, miss. But you’re too old to sit on Santa’s lap.”

I turn my head to the sound of the elf’s voice, about to tell her no one is too old for Santa, but the words get lodged in my throat. The magnificent creature who’s captured my concentration and is holding my thoughts hostage is the one insisting on seeing me. My devilish beauty who is dressed like a naughty diva today—hair wild and free, curvy body tucked into tight black pants and a skintight green shirt—has returned to see me. I wonder if she likes my present. Though, I still haven’t a clue as to what it is or what it’s used for.

“No one is too old for Santa.” My voice comes out sounding like a baritone. It’s like it dropped an octave at the sight of her. “Come, Millie. Come tell Santa what you want for Christmas.” Her shoulders stiffen at the sound of her name, and I realize I just broke Santa’s rule again. Shoot. He’s never going to give memy Christmas wish if I keep making mistakes. But given the fact he’s not speaking in my head, pointing out my error, he must be busy tending to other things. He did say I was on my own at this point, and I truly think he meant it.

“Okay, you can go on up and see Santa. But no funny business,” the elf warns, looking annoyed. I don’t know what she means by funny business, but Millie is jerking her head back like she’s offended by the mere suggestion. She shakes her head and turns, quickly walking in my direction.

“How did you do it?” she asks, her hands on her hips, her voice thickly laced with anger. I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t happy about receiving a gift, but her joy meter is still at a negative and her Christmas spirit is still glowing black instead of gold.

“I told you,” I state, stiffening in my chair as the shaft between my legs starts to stir. “All you had to do was make a wish on the star. I heard the message, but”—I lean forward, reaching for her waist to pull her down onto my lap before someone comes and takes her away from me—“I don’t understand what it is. I don’t know what it’s used for.”

She plops down onto my lap on a gasp. Her eyes big and round. Her silky lips mere inches away from mine. The urge to pull her to me and taste her mouth is penetrating my thoughts. The things running through my head are unruly. If Santa could read my mind, he’d definitely think I’m one naughty elf. He wouldn’t just turn me into a teenager and ban me to the human world, he’d send me to the South Pole. Make me live out eternity with the King of Nightmares.

“I don’t understand. How did… How is… Who are you?”

I brush her silky hair off her face, tucking it behind her cute little human ear. Everything about her is pretty, which I find odd since I’m technically of a different species. I’m technically a magical creature with gold blood and the ability to turn invisible.But there is an insane pull towards this human girl. There’s a need to have her running so deep in my veins. The feeling that was consuming me earlier, the ache inside my loins, is returning at full force. Only it’s more intense. And the vision of sucking on her cherry caps while I slide my stiff shaft between the valley between her legs is swarming my mind. Maybe Ishouldbe sent to the South Pole. Maybe I do belong with the evil demons that haunt the dreamworld.

“I’m one of Santa’s elves.” I lean in, whispering in her ear, feeling a shiver rock through her shoulders. “Now, do you believe?”

She sits back, studying my face. Still looking skeptical about the truth. “But I thought elves were small and looked like kids with big ears.”

I can’t help but chuckle; the books never do us justice. “Most of us are on the shorter side.” Although, I’m an exception to the fact. “But we are definitely not kids. I’m ninety-two in elf years, which makes me around thirty in human years.”

Her eyebrow cocks up. “So, why do you look like Santa?”

“Because I’m in a magical disguise.”

She starts shaking her head, trying to stand back up, but I refuse to let her go. “This is crazy. None of this can be real. I must be suffering from delusions. I need to drive myself to the closest mental hospital and check myself in.”

“No, you gorgeous girl.” I lock my arms tighter. “You are not crazy. Tell me what I can do to make you believe.” Santa will probably have my elvish hide if I use my magic right now, but I will do whatever I have to in order to prove myself to this beautiful human.

“Fine. Tell me what I’m thinking right now.”

“I can’t do that. Only under the light of the North Star can I read your thoughts. But if you ask me to make something appear, I can.”

“Santa!” The annoyed shout pulls my attention to the left. I’d completely forgotten there was a line of kids waiting to sit on my lap. This girl is all consuming. “We want to make sure you have time to see all the boys and girls.” The fake elf gives my beauty a glare and she’s now just made the naughty list. I’m not done with Millie. I’ll never be done with her.

“She’s a nonbeliever,” I say, telling the truth. “I’m trying to prove that I’m not a fraud. That Santa truly exists.”

The elf rolls her eyes, but at least she’s turning toward the kids and telling them to be patient and Santa will give them a turn too.

“Make a reindeer appear,” the stubborn beauty states, but I can’t do that. Only Santa can control the deer.

I shake my head. “I can’t do that. Only Santa can command them.” She starts to pull away again, but I stop her. Then I open my hand in front of her and a little Rudolph ornament appears. “See,” I say. “It’s magic.”

She’s staring at the thing as if she’s seen a ghost. Her eyes nearly bugging out of her head. Her body completely frozen.

“Santa!” The onery elf comes up to our side. “This is getting to be ridiculous. Tell your girlfriend to scram before I have to tell the manager to fire your ass. The parents are starting to complain.”

If it weren’t for Santa’s warning, I’d be walking out right now, carrying this dark angel out with me, but I’ve been sent to do a job, and I must do it well in order for him to give me my Christmas wish.

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