Her name was Christina and she was new to the North pole. She had just turned 14 (pretty young for a new elfling) She heard her master call for her, her face turning beat red. Sweat dripped down her pointy angular nose Her eyes drifted away from her work desk at elf practice.
"Mr. Saint Nick?" she said innocently yet she knew his iintentions.
"Call me Father Christmas."
"Ugh- father Chrismas, please forgive my ignorance."
"I'll have to teach you how to get on the nice list", he slurred from all the eggnog he had been drinking. He pulled at the heavy leather belt wrapped around his jolly waist.
" Not again..." She begged, her little body quivering in her green spandex. Her little bells on her hat shook causing what sounded whispers around her intensifying her fears.
"Hold still" was his response to her pleas. He started to take off her little-pointed shoes and slipped off her red and white striped socks. Her feet smelled like burnt flesh. He gleefully rolled his beard against her toes.
"Stop tickling me daddy Nicklaus"
Instead of responding he lowered his wrinkled mouth around her tiny feet.
She had burnt her feet making cookies the night before. Her charred feet flaking into his mouth.
"Mmmmmmm, taste like Mrs. Clause's cooking."
"Stop I can hardly bear it, I'm only fourteen."
"I've done younger."
"Why?" She whined as he sucked on her pinkie toe.
"The younger the uglier."
Her questions were muffled for the tickling sensation that ran through her small body like an electric shock.
Santa grinned with crooked old man teeth, "Plus the younger the smaller of feet, easier for my dentures to latch on to."
He nibbled as she sat helplessly, she hoped her elf practice instructor would walk in to see his devious acts.
"Caroline you're so good to me."
"My name's Christina."
"Who cares you all look the same."
As he went on to softly kiss her freshly shaved legs, she thought it would be the perfect opportunity to venture into her own fantasies.
"VORE ME DADDY NICKLAUS!"
He paused briefly and nodded his head. "I knew you would ask."
Master took out his conveniently placed swiss blade and began cutting her kneecaps. "Owww!" She screamed.
He began chewing her soft Cartledge, her body tensed as blood dripped into his crisp white beard.
What happened next was unexpected. He bit down with his well glued down dentures and crunched down on her foot, ripping it off.
He guzzled on her foot.
"I can hear them crunch! (They were burnt to a crisp).
" Thank you." She said earnestly as her head got light from all her blood loss.
"I love vore, and you living inside me until I shit you out. I want to feel your toes inside my intestines."
"Now I want a piece of you inside me." She said huskily.
"You can have my living sperm."
"What do I have to do?" She said gleefully.
"Sing me, Santa Baby."
"Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree for me
Been an awful good girl
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, a '54 convertible too convertible too, light blue
I'll wait up for you, dear
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be also good
If you'll check off my Christmas list
Santa baby, I want a yacht and really that's not a lot
Been an angel all year
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa honey one thing I really do need, the deed
To a platinum mine
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex and checks
Sign your 'x' on the line
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Tiffany
I really do believe in you
Let's see if you believe in me
Santa baby forgot to mention one little thing, a ring
I don't mean on the phone
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry, tonight
Songwriters: Joan Javits / Philip Springer / Tony Springer
Santa Baby lyrics © Tamir Music" She said.
His body convulsed. The veins in his forceps looked as if they would pop. His head was thrown back, his fist clenched.
"Ooooggga oggggga." His red pants turning a dark crimson.
She began to crawl toward him for she could no longer walk, and hopped on top of him. She began licking up his baby juices.
After she had finished slurping up his white Christian magic sauce, she dug her face into his jolly old beard. "Merry Jizzmas!"
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Blissful Winter
RomanceShe was naive, he was mature. He was the man of her dreams, he held a secret no one knew. He was good until he wasn't. She liked him but he wanted her to work for his love during the winter. It was cold but he warmed her heart.
