Page 25 of Santa & His Elf

“More,” he pants as my wrist disappears inside. “More.”

He’s an elf. He’s an elf. He’s a magical being, I repeat insidemy head as I slide deeper until I feel something firm and round, about the size of a small nut. As I graze it, more fluid pours from Pepper’s asshole, and he wails in pleasure.

“More. Please more. More. More. There. More,” he chants deliriously.

Not knowing what I’m touching or what this is, I do what any good partner would do, and I massage it. Pepper loses his mind. Cum flows from his prick in a continuous stream onto the rug as his entire form shudders in the wildest orgasm I’ve ever seen. It goes on and on. When I’m worried my elf might pass out, I remove my hand from his body, and he collapses onto his stomach, but not before he spreads his legs the tiniest bit and whispers, “Please come in me.”

Shaking my head in complete confusion, I stare down at my fully hard dick and mount Pepper from behind. His hole squeezes around me like some magical fist, and before I can process what’s happening, cum bathes his insides, leaving me far more confused when I slip out and drop onto my side beside him, pulling him flush against me—the little spoon to my big. I kiss Pepper’s sweaty shoulders and neck as we both come down from whateverthatwas.

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“Good morning, Santa,”Pepper sings as he pats my cheek.

Peeking one eye open to see my elfie, I yawn. “What has you so cheerful today?”

“I don’t know.” Pepper leans over and pecks my lips. I try to kiss him back, but my morning brain reacts a second late.

He giggles and kisses me again, but this time waits for me to return the gesture. It’s a sweet touch. A little tongue and a whole lot of vanilla. My worn-out prick takes notice when he perks right up. Pepper pulls away, wearing the biggest of smiles, and gives my dick a good-morning tug.

“Nugh,” I grunt, shoving my cock into his fist.

The cheerful elf chuckles and releases my poor member. “How about we shower, and I will show you the rest of the room? Then we can go to the workshop.”

“We can’t go to the workshop, Pepper. I’ll get nothing done.” I sniff the air, and his scent hangs thicker than I remember. “Why do you smell extra yummy today?”

“I’ve been wondering the same thing about you.” He pokes my side.

“You can smell me, too?”

Bouncing on his knees, Pepper clasps his hands in front of him. “Yes. That’s why I needed what I needed last night. It was like I had to have your scent inside me. Everywhere. I might wipe it on me today to see if that helps.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Like taking your cum and using it like lotion,” he replies eagerly.

“We’re not doing that, Pepper.” That’s gross.

Pressing his nose to my groin, Pepper inhales deeply and sighs in a pleased sort of way. “But I love this smell.”

I try and fail to push his head away. Instead, the naughty elf licks my balls and hums as if he can’t get enough of the taste. “Pepper. Let me get up. We’ll figure this out.”

Doing as he’s told, my elf scoots to the edge of the rug we slept on and curls his knees to his chest as if he’s been scolded.

“You’re not in trouble, sweetheart. But we need to figure out what’s going on. Last night was not normal. Neither is this…” Lifting my nose to scent the air again, I’m filled with Pepper’s intoxicating fragrance. My already hard prick drips with precum. Yeah. This isn’t normal. Sure, our sex drive is intense, but this is even more than that.

Getting to my feet, I approach my elf and extend my hand. He accepts the offer, and I pull him to his feet and straight against me, where my cock pokes him in the belly as I cup the side of his face and make him look me in the eye.

“I love you. We’re gonna figure this out,” I vow.

Pressing his lips together as if he’s not so sure, Pepper nods.

“Let’s shower, and you can show me the rest of this incredible bedroom.”

Flushing at the compliment, Pepper nods again, and together, we head into our red-and-white attached bath. I turn on the shower in our oversized stall, which overlooks the snowy outside, as he collects our towels and places them in our warmer.

We don’t speak as we bathe. I wash him. He washes me. When I spread his cheeks to cleanse his pucker, I worry that it will be different after last night, but I’m pleasantly surprised to find it’s just as tight and cute as I run a washcloth across the tiny ring.

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