Page 9 of The Elf’s Naughty Toy

“You like that idea, little dove? Does that mean you’d be a good little girl for me and let me have my naughty way with you?”

“Yes! I’d be very good girl.” My voice is a breathless cry of desperation as I squirm against my sheets. “Why can’t you touch me like that, Brawn?” I don’t understand why it’s forbidden if it’s of mutual consent.

His groan is a resounding sound against my wanton body, rumbling right down to the soaked spot between my legs, drenching me further. I want to pull him down on top of me and force him to take what he wants, but I don’t want to get him into trouble.

“It’s a golden rule. Elves aren’t just forbidden to mate with the giants, we’re forbidden to mate with humans, too. It’s to keep our races pure.”

“But what if no one were to find out?”

“But it would be going against Santa’s orders.” He shakes his head. “I’m supposed to be here enhancing Christmas spirit and joy. Converting nonbelievers into believers. My job is to makeChristmas wishes come true, just being in your room could get me into trouble.”

“But you did turn me into a believer. And what if giving me pleasure is what I want for Christmas? What if that is what will bring me the most joy?”

The look that crosses his face sends a trickle of heat down my spine, making me squirm even more. “If that is what you wished for Christmas morning, I’d be able to deliver the present. But that is the only day it would be allowed. Not unless Santa granted me my wish.”

“And what is your wish?” I practically moan.

“For you to be mine.”

My entire body tingles with that magical feeling. My heart is trying to pound its way out of my chest. There’s something about this elf. Something beyond anything I can comprehend. It’s like we’re fated to be together. That’s the only explanation I can give for these intense feelings I’m already having. I’ve never wanted anything so much in my life, and I don’t even know him.

“So, what do you have to do to make Santa give you your wish?” If there’s anything I can do, I will. I’ll wish upon every star in the sky if I have to.

“He told me that if I did a good job while I was here, followed his orders,behaved myself…” His emphasis is not lost on me. “That he would give me a Christmas gift this year. And the gift I would ask for is you. Which means…” He scoots back, removing his hands from my body. “I shouldn’t be here doing this. I need to leave.”

“But I wished you here,” I protest, not wanting him to go. “So he can’t be mad. It’s what I wanted.”

He shakes his head, looking back down at my body as he reaches for the sheet at the base of my bed. He pulls it up to cover me, and disappointment settles into my gut like a stocking of black coal.

“I can be here. But I am not allowed to cross a line. And honestly, I’ve already crossed way over that forbidden line. But Santa is forgiving, and if he sees how well I restrained myself from what I truly wanted, if he sees how hard I fought not to give into temptation, then I think he’ll forgive me. I have never been one to resist. I’m the elf that is perpetually on the naughty list. I’m impulsive and defiant, which is why, if I can stay strong, I believe he’ll grant me such a big request.”

I hate that he’s beholden to some magical code, but I would never want to do anything to risk him being sent to the South Pole. I would never forgive myself, knowing that he was living amongst evil. He may be naughty, he may even have a devilish mind, but he does not strike me as someone who would fare well in the darkness.

“Okay,” I tell him, tucking myself further underneath my blanket. “But could you at least stay and talk?”

“Yes.” He nods. “I can do that.”

9

Brawn

“Brawn, please. I need you.”

When I hear her summon me again, I can barely contain myself. We spent all night talking about our lives, sharing all the little details of our pasts, and I couldn’t get enough. I’ve never met a more fascinating creature in my life, and I thought Santa was amazing, but my Millie is even more incredible. She’s vibrant and soulful. Smart and funny. She’s done so many daring and mischievous things, which is probably why she never received any gifts from Santa. I’m guessing that’s the reason she hates Christmas, although I still need to ask her that question.

I gather my strength, willing my elvish shlong to behave himself. He’s already ramrod straight, which cannot be helped, but I will need him to cooperate. Though knowing my little dove has the same desires that live inside my soul, makes restraining myself even more difficult. If I were smart, I wouldn’t answer her call. I’d stay right where I am, far away from my temptation. But…I’ve never been a smart elf.

“You called for me?” I whisper, upon entering her bedroom, not wanting to wake the others in her house.

A low moan sweeps across the room and I know I should vanish myself before it’s too late, but I inch myself closer to her bed, wondering if she’s having a dream about me.

“I’m sorry, Brawn. I didn’t mean to… I…” Her panted breaths and writhing body are a good indicator of exactly what she’s doing under the covers. “I can’t stop.” She gasps on a moan as her body arches off the bed and a faint buzzing sound hits my ears. She’s using that maddening toy again. I should’ve taken it with me when I left. It doesn’t seem right that she wants me, is crying out my name, and yet, some purple plastic thing is reaping all the benefits. I should be the one making her feel good. I should be the one giving her that pleasure.

“Show it to me, Brawn. Let me see you.” Her desperate groan snaps me from my jealous intrusion and has me focusing on my little dove. Her eyes are open and she’s staring between my legs. “Please,” she practically cries out.

I don’t see how having a look could be out of line. After all, I’ve seen her in the buff, so some would argue that it would only be fair for her to see me.

I reach for my waistband and begin to slide my pants down my thighs, my giant cock springing free and growing harder under her stare. The look in her eyes is one of a naughty little girl, and that hand of hers is working faster between her legs. This is the point of no return. I should’ve said no, but I didn’t. And as her pleasure builds, her back arching off the bed, her hand working faster and faster, my sack tightens. The feeling that I have just come to know over the last two days takes root. And when my name is cried out from her lips, her chest coming into view, tits shaking, teeth biting into her lower lip, I lose control.

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