Page 8 of The Elf’s Naughty Toy

Brawn. Even his name gives me chills.

My eyes shift down to his dark tattoos, trying to distract my thoughts, doing everything in my power to calm my breathing. They look like runes.

“What does each symbol mean?” I reach out, running my fingers over one mythical-looking shape, feeling his skin turn hot beneath my touch. “Sorry.” I jerk my hand back, worried I’ve activated something. (Clearly, I’ve watched too much TV.)

“You did not hurt me. Your touch feels good. It…um…” He shakes his head, looking down at the symbol on his forearm. “Each elvish marking shows our ancestral lineage.” Obviously, he’s not going to finish his thought, and now my body is fluttering with curiosity, eagerly wanting to know if he’s having the same reaction that I am. If he’s feeling the tingling throughout his entire body. Feeling the heat flickering up his spine. “And these”—he points to the small alien-looking numbers etched into his wrist—“signify what job we have for Santa each year. So, this in my language means ‘Santa’s Earth Helper.’”

“So, every mall Santa is an elf?”

He shakes his head. “No. Elves are usually only sent in when Santa deems it necessary. I got in trouble, so this is Santa’s way of teaching me a lesson. He doesn’t think I have Christmas cheer anymore. He thinks I need the reminder of what Christmas means to people.”

“You got in trouble?” Now I’m curious as to what an elf could possibly do to get into trouble at the North Pole. Eat too many gumdrops when Santa wasn’t looking? Take the reindeer out for a ride without his permission?

“I altered a toy.” A mischievous smirk quirks up his lips. “I gave a little Jack-in-the-box a…um…an inappropriate part, and Santa caught me. I was just trying to make the toy funny,” he defends.

I burst out laughing. This naughty elf is a man after my own heart. That sounds exactly like a prank I would pull. And he’s not wrong. That toy has always been a classic, but I’ve never understood what’s fun about it. Who wants to sit there for hours on end, making a clown head pop out of the top?

“Your laugh is incredible.” My eyes return to his, and the look on his face has my giggle dying on my tongue. There’s an intensity in his stare that has my lower belly tightening. “I never knew a human could be so beautiful. Everything about you is perfection.” His voice drops even lower and my stomach twists tighter. “Your eyes remind me of lumps of coal with sparkling little diamonds right in the centers. Your lips remind me of sugar plums, plump and juicy, the perfect shade of burgundy. And your body…” His eyes drop down to my chest before ever so slowly scanning over my frame. “Is like a winter wonderland. Thick and curvy. With the prettiest two snow peaks sitting at the top.”

I squirm beneath his stare, feeling this uncanny pulse racing through my veins. It almost feels like magic is drawing me closer to him. I’ve never felt such a strong pull towards anyone. Every part of my body is lit up with tingles, sizzling with this insane desire. “I’m sorry.” He shakes his head. His eyes dropping to the ground, now looking embarrassed or unsure. “I shouldn’t have told you that. Santa always tells me I need to use a filter when Ispeak, but my thoughts always just blurt right out. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable.” My own filter fails me. Apparently, I suffer from the same problem. “You don’t ever have to filter yourself with me, Brawn. I admire your honesty.” It’s flattering to know he finds me attractive. For he is most certainly one fine specimen of a magical being.

The thought makes me wonder if the magic that flowed through his hands flows in other parts of his body. My eyes travel down to the spot I’m most curious about, and I nearly lose my balance when I see him protruding from his pants, creating one massive tent between his legs. My goodness. He does have giant blood in his veins.

“It’s never happened to me before.” His eyes drop to where mine had been shamelessly gawking. “In all my ninety-two elf years, I’ve never had this kind of reaction. But I can’t stop thinking of… I want…” he trails off, and this is one time I wish he wouldn’t use his filter. “I’m sorry.” He shakes his head. “I need to go.” He takes a step back, and then—poof!—he vanishes right into thin air. And I’m left hanging on to the last note of curiosity, wishing he'd come back and tell me what he wants to do.

The thought of him using that big, thick, magical wand between his legs on me has the pit of my belly lighting up with a need that is so heavy and demanding it’s almost otherworldly. I’ve never had such a strong reaction either. I climb back into my bed and reach for the special gift he left me last night. God, it feels like I’m burning up from the inside out. It feels like someone has taken possession of my body.

I quickly rid myself of my clothes, needing to be free of any constrictions. It’s all too much. Everything is tingling. I reach for the lamp and bask myself in the darkness, wondering if Brawn has returned to the North Pole and is working that massive cock of his right now. The intensity rolling off him was like a magneticfield. Goodness, I wish he’d stayed. I could’ve helped ease his pain. But from what he said, it has me wondering if he’s still a virgin. It could be why he ran.

I roll onto my stomach at the thought and rub against the silky sheets, feeling the soft material brush against my sensitive nipples. My pussy is already making a mess of my thighs. I’ve never been so soaked. The thought of that incredible man with his big hulking body never knowing the touch of a female for ninety-two years is beyond me. I’m only twenty and I’ve had two sexual partners. Not that they were any good, but I at least know what an orgasm feels like.

I reach for the purple rabbit, ready to give myself one right now. When the thick plastic head begins to vibrate, a shiver of anticipation runs straight to my clit. I take my toy down to the spot and press it right above the demanding little bean. The slight buzz instantly jolts me with a wave of lust. I close my eyes, picturing Brawn up at the North Pole, alone in his living quarters, with that unsettled feeling coursing through his veins. I imagine his large frame in a bed slightly too small. His huge fist wringing the need right from that massive member. Oh God, I wish I could watch.

The low grumble at the base of my bed has my eyes flying open. Brawn’s large frame is braced like a watchguard, lording over me. His eyes strained with tension. His shoulders stiff as a board. And there between his legs is that stiff protrusion that looks like it’s trying to break free of its cage.

“I have to say, little dove, had I known what that toy was used for, I wouldn’t have delivered it. I don’t like that it gets to touch you so intimately. It’s making me angry inside. I’ve never felt this way.”

The purple rabbit is suddenly ripped out of my hand and tossed aside. Brawn’s knees dropping to the bed as he ever so slowly stalks toward me. “I never quite understood why myparents would go against their own kind and break the most golden rule of the northern realm in order to be together, but now I do. You, my little human, have me wanting to be a very naughty elf.”

Another gush of my need comes seeping out right as he wedges himself between my legs. “If Santa knew the things I want to do to you, he’d send me to the South Pole.”

“What’s at the South Pole?” My voice comes out breathless as his big hands squeeze my thighs, his thick fingers sinking in and showing me his strength.

“It’s where nightmares live. The boogeyman. All the creatures that deliver bad dreams. It’s dark and hot as hell. But it’s exactly where I’d be sent if I acted upon my thoughts right now.”

Oh God. I don’t want to get him into trouble, but I’m dying to know what would be in store for me if he gave into temptation.

“Tell me. What exactly would you do, if you were allowed free rein over my body?”

He cracks his jaw to the side, the tension twisting him up tighter. “I’d lock you down, little dove. I’d make it to where you couldn’t get away even if you wanted to.” His voice is dark and menacing, and should probably be striking fear in me, considering I’m locked in my room with this huge magical stranger. A man who looks to be on the verge of snapping. But I’m not afraid; I’m eager to be his victim.

“Your body would become my playground. A place to explore…fondle…to play with as I see fit.” He reaches out, running one stiff finger down the center of my neck, trailing it down my chest, pausing in the center. Right between my full breasts. Goodness, I wish he’d grope me, but he doesn’t. His eyes, however, are burning every desire upon my flushed skin.

“I’d suck on these milky white mounds until they start feeding me.” A pool of need floods between my legs, drenchingmy bed at the thought. “Two little cherry treats, all tight and pointed right up.” His finger travels around the outside of my breast, torturing me with every slow pass. “Their sole purpose is to feed a human infant. Yet…I think they’re meant to be between my lips, tickling my tongue. I think they’re meant to be molded within the palms of my hands, tweaked between my fingers as I slide my girth between them.”

The moan slips right from my throat as I arch up, wanting him to bring that fantasy to life. I’ve never been a missionary princess who likes her lovemaking tame and gentle. I’m the type of girl who wants to be controlled, tested, and fucked raw. I’d let him do anything to my body. Anything the beast desired, he’d have my permission, so I don’t understand why he’d get into trouble.

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