Santa's Pet (noncon)

A Present

It was the middle of the night at Christmas Eve when Emma suddenly opened her eyes. She looked around, wondering what woke her up, until she saw Santa Claus standing right in front of her bed. Emma rubbed her eyes, trying to shake off the sleepiness. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"Santa? Y-You are real?" Emma asked in astonishment. At 21 years old she had long lost her belief in Santa being real, but here he was, friendly red cheeks and all.

Santa chuckled, his white beard moving gently with the sound. "Yes, indeed. And I've come to give you your present in person this year," he replied in a friendly tone.

He handed her a beautifully wrapped package. Emma slowly unwrapped it, wondering what could possibly be inside. To her surprise, she found a shiny red and green collar inside.

"Thanks Santa, but I don't have a dog," Emma exclaimed, bewildered.

Santa's friendly expression turned into a sinister smirk. He stepped closer to her and whispered, "You've been a naughty girl, Emma." With a quick movement of his hand, sparks of light surrounded the collar and it started to float, fastening itself around Emma's neck before she was able to react in any way.  Her confusion quickly turned to terror as Santa's intentions became clear.

"It's time i collect a present for myself."

He picked Emma up over his shoulder and carried her out of the room. Emma struggled against his grip, but Santa's strength was overwhelming. For a moment all she saw was dancing lights around her, then they were standing on the rooftop, next to his sleigh.

Emma felt herself be lowered into the slay and Santa sat down next to her. A second later the slay was already flying through the night and the houses became nothing more than little dots in the distance. There was no escape and the air was ice cold. Her skin prickled with goosebumps as the frigid air rushed past her. Emma's nipples erected, sending electric shocks throughout her body. Santa grinned down at her, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Is my pet cold? Don't worry, I'll keep you warm until we are home," he purred and lifted her onto his lap.

Emma tried to object, but Santa silenced her with a firm hand on her thigh. He slid his other hand between her legs and groaned as he felt her wetness.

"No underwear? You are a very naughty pet," Santa growled, as he pushed her legs apart and plunged himself inside her.

Emma cried out as he pumped in and out of her, the sensation overwhelming her senses. Every thrust sent shockwaves through her body, building to a fever pitch of pleasure.

Santa's movements grew more frenzied, his breathing ragged. He slammed into her over and over again as his hand travelled between her legs and he started to draw circles on her sensitive clit, making her tries to push him away more desperate. 

Finally, as her body surrendered, exploding into a powerful orgasm, Santa let out a thunderous roar as he came inside her.

Emma felt his seed spill deep inside her, filling her with warmth. She collapsed against his chest, exhausted, not able to fight him any longer. 

"Good girl," was the last thing she heard, before her eyes closed and her mind went blanc.