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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, aside from Devin, obviously;
The stocking was hung by the stove’s exhaust fan with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The grown-ass man who just turned thirty this year was nestled all snug in his computer chair,
While visions of hardcore loli porn danced on his computer screen;
And Devin in his bath robe, hand on his lap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's fap,
When out on the apartment patio there arose such a clatter,
He sprang from the chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But a flying red sleigh, and eight matching reindeer,
With a lovely old driver, so lively and quick,
He knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
Devin was absolutely stunned. No fucking way. A lone tear came to his eye, as bitter and beautiful memories filled his heart.
Mom would have loved to see this.
Devin was alone now. He’d been alone for the last eighteen years. He’d become an orphan when he was just twelve, and grew up in the system, bouncing from foster home to foster home. He’d been cared for, more or less, but none of the families who helped him could truly replace what he’d lost. He’d never managed to rebuild that connection with any of them. Mom’s memory was still clear and fresh in his mind. She’d been a beautiful person, Dad too. They were gone now, but not forgotten.
Devin had no living family to spend Christmas with, but still, he never failed to celebrate the traditions he grew up with. Christmas was important to his original family, and he made sure to celebrate it, even when they weren’t here. It was something of a tribute to them.
He went the whole nine yards. He got the tree, a real tree, not a plastic one. He decorated it, he laid the stocking over whatever best approximated a chimney in his solitary high rise apartment. He even put out milk and cookies.
He usually wrapped a present for himself to put under the tree. It was almost always a bottle of liquor from his liquor cabinet. Occasionally, it was a fancy beer he wanted to try.
Despite the milk and cookies, Santa never came, obviously. Devin wasn’t deluded enough to truly believe in a magical old man that bribed kids into good behavior. But whether he was real or not didn’t matter to Devin. What was important was the ritual… of setting up and celebrating Christmas, of waiting for Santa just like he used to when he was a boy, and of remembering his family, and the happy times they had.
Devin adjusted his bathrobe, making sure nothing unmentionable was peeking out, then carefully left his bedroom, walking through the living area toward the balcony.
On the balcony was an old man in red, with a round face and a jolly red hat. He smiled, and knocked on the glass. If he was a Santa impersonator, he was the best damn impersonator Devin had ever seen. His beard was real, his age genuinely elderly. His costume was red and white, just like the Coke commercials, though it was made from an authentic looking dyed fur rather than polyester like most costumes. His boots were real leather, his buckles gold, or at least gold plated. If he wasn’t the genuine article, then this guy had gone all out on the costume.
Devin just stared at him. He wanted to ask if this guy was truly Santa, or just some sort of weird burglar. It seemed almost too ridiculous to ask out loud though. Luckily, Devin’s conundrum was resolved when the jolly old man laughed, and walked right through the glass, like a ghost phasing through a wall. A golden shimmer lit the dark apartment, a magical border where his body passed through the pane.
And then Santa was there, in his living room.
“Uuh… hi?” Devin said.
Santa raised a finger, telling him to wait, then made a beeline straight for the milk and cookies. He took the top cookie off the stack, dipped it in the milk and took a bite. He smiled merrily, and groaned in delight as he savored the taste.
“Poor little Devin… all alone on Christmas eve, year after year. I’m so sorry I couldn’t come visit before now.” Santa said.
“Oh… uuh… okay?” Devin couldn’t really be upset, because he’d never expected a visit to begin with.
“Mmm… these are lovely cookies. Do you know who baked them?” Santa asked.
“Uuh… no… I just got them at the grocery store. I assume it was somebody from their baking department.” Devin answered awkwardly.
“Well little Devin, you’re on the nice list. Or… the nice enough list. You’d better watch that potty mouth of yours in the future if you want to get more presents next year,” Santa gently scolded.
“Oh… s-sure… I’ll work on that…” Devin stammered.
“Also, I’m not sure enjoying such a quantity of violent pornography is healthy for your mind.” Santa said, sounding concerned.
“Right…” Devin said skeptically. “But it’s not hurting anyone, and it’s not like a can really get a girlfriend or anything. Like… I guess you know, right?”
Devin had a bit of an issue that prevented him from forming romantic relationships. That issue, was of course, his preference in ladies was extremely illegal and unethical to pursue. Many would call him a pedophile, though technically he was actually a hebephile. Pedophiles liked prepubescent children. Hebephiles liked children in the middle of puberty, in that lovely middle ground between child and adult that occurred between the ages of eleven to fourteen.
Obviously, if he manipulated a vulnerable twelve year old girl into a sexual relationship, he’d end up on both the sex offender registry, and Santa’s naughty list. He was also into BDSM and rough sex, so if he did what his libido really wanted him to do, he’d end up on the naughty list in big bold letters… Hence his preference for self love and loli hentai doujins. They were just cartoons, no real child exploitation involved. They were the ethical alternative for someone like him.
“Ho Ho Ho! I know… you’ve been such a good and patient little boy. Santa knows what you want for Christmas even before you do, even though you never asked,” The jolly old man laughed.
“Okay…?” Devin said skeptically, looking at the large sack over Santa’s shoulder.
Santa set the cookie back down on the plate and slung the heavy bag down off his shoulder. He opened the top and started rummaging through it for Devin’s gift.
Devin was surprised to see Santa… very surprised. He was surprised to witness actual real magic. He thought he couldn’t get more surprised than he was now. He was wrong. The gift was even more surprising than magic and Santa combined.
Santa reached down into his bag with both hands, and pulled out a bound and nearly naked little girl. He held her up by the back of her rope harness. She was a perfect little blonde girl, maybe twelve years old, light skinned, with wide and adorable blue eyes, sparkling like sapphires as she looked around the room with an expression of innocent joy and wonder. She was wearing nothing but her little red panties and the red fabric ribbon, woven into a skillfully done shibari tortoise shell rope harness that perfectly displayed her body. Little red Christmas bows were stuck on her nipples like pasties, just barely hiding her naughty parts from view. Her arms were bound behind her back with red leather wrist cuffs, hooked together with a steel metal clip, and her ankles were tethered together with a matching set of ankle cuffs. Completing the set was a red leather bondage slave collar, with a shiny steel ring in the front so a leash could be attached. It was paired with a bright, Christmas red ball gag stuffed in her mouth.
Devin couldn’t help but notice her ears were long and pointed, maybe three inches sticking out from the side of her head. She was an elf. A loli elf. A perfect, beautiful, sexy little loli elf girl, bound and gagged.
She was his present?
“I… uuh… have no idea how to respond to this.” Devin stammered, not tearing his eyes from the elf girl. Was this human trafficking? How many laws was he breaking by just standing in the room with this girl? Was there an FBI van parked outside his apartment?
Santa placed her gently on the floor next to his bag, and continued digging. The elf girl didn’t look at all distressed by her bondage. She looked happy in fact. The old man found what he was searching for, pulled it out for Devin. It was something round, wrapped in wrapping paper.
“I believe a simple thank you for the gift would be appropriate.” Santa said, handing the gift over.
“T-thank you Santa… So… should I… uuh… open this now?” Devin looked at it, trying to guess what it was.
“That would be naughty little Devin, it’s not Christmas yet.” Santa said, pointing to a clock on the wall. It was only eleven twenty, not yet midnight.
“Right… I’ll uuh… put it under the tree then.” Devin said, nervously walking around the bound elf girl.
As he leaned down and put the gift under the tree, he heard the little elf hopping along after him. She lowered herself onto her knees, then onto her back, then squirmed over beneath the tree next to the other gifts, covering her lower half with the tree branches. She looked up at Devin from the floor with bright sparkling eyes, full of pure and innocent joy. The ball gag filled her mouth, but there was a smile in her eyes.
“Okay… so… just to be clear, this person is my gift?” Devin said to Santa.
“Well… she’s an elf, not really a person, but yes, she’s all yours Devin,” Santa said, bushing off his worry.
Devin looked down at the little girl. She looked very real to him. “That looks like a person to me,” he said.
“Ho, ho ho! Don’t worry, elves aren’t people, not like you and me. They’re not born, they just pop into existence ready to perform whatever task they were created to do. This precious little girl is a Christmas miracle, the magic of the holidays made manifest. She was conjured into existence only moments ago as your gift, and her only task is to make you happy. She has no past, and no future other than serving you. She didn’t even exist before I opened my bag. She was born knowing exactly what she’s for. She is fully devoted to you, and loves you unconditionally forever,” Santa smiled encouragingly.
“But uuh… does she know that I… uuh…” Devin stammered.
“Ho, ho ho! She was created for you, young Devin. The you who enjoys sexual domination and sadism, the you who wants to make love to a little girl in a very vigorous manner. She popped into existence knowing everything you know, and wanting everything you want from her. Love, kinky sex, companionship, domination and servitude… If you don’t believe me, feel free to ask her after she’s unwrapped.”
“If she’s literally my property now… isn’t this basically sexual slavery? Wouldn’t that land me on the naughty list?” Devin asked nervously.
“Ho ho ho! Yes, you could consider her a sex slave if you like, but playing with your toys is hardly naughty. If you or I were to capture a real little girl, even a very naughty one, bind her in ribbon and condemn her to a lifetime of sexual slavery, the yes, that would definitely be naughty. But the girl you see before you is an elf, as I said. She’s quite literally made to serve you. Be as playful as you like with her, and watch how she wiggles… the only way you could possibly cause her the sort of pain she doesn’t like, would be if you rejected her love and cast her out from your home. I would consider that rather naughty.”
Santa smiled warmly, and ate another cookie before finishing the milk.
“Now, I have many more little boys and girls to see tonight, young Devin. Thank you for being such a good boy this year. I hope to meet the both of you again next year.” Santa smiled.
Devin watched the old man in red hoist his toy bag, and walk back across the living room. Again, he walked right through the patio door like it didn’t exist, strolled over the deck, then hopped over the railing into the night.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But Devin heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”
Devin stood, staring numbly at his silent patio for a solid two minutes, just… processing everything he’d just witnessed. He looked down at the adolescent elf girl currently laying patiently under his tree. Her beautiful sapphire eyes continued to stare at him lovingly, as she did her best impression of a simple inert present under the tree, waiting to be unwrapped.
Devin checked the time. Eleven twenty five. Thirty five minutes until he could… “unwrap” her. He could still pick her up and play with her, he supposed. Kids picked up their presents all the time, shaking them to find out what was inside the boxes and such. This was… sort of… the same thing, wasn’t it?
“Mind squirming out for a minute? I’d like to inspect my present.” Devin said to the girl.
The elf obediently squirmed sideways, out from under the tree. Devin bent down and lifted her up in a princess carry. She was light… crazy light. Devin hadn’t exactly carried around a lot of twelve-year-olds, or five-minute-olds, but she was definitely lighter than a normal human her size should be.
He carried the girl over to the couch and sat down, laying her on her back, sideways across his lap. He rested her butt on his lap, and her back on the armrest pillow. She looked up into his eyes with absolute trust and pure unshakeable affection. She smelled faintly of gingerbread and peppermint. She was absolutely pure.
Devin scanned over her nearly naked body. She was short, like the twelve year old she resembled, probably around four feet tall. Her body was that of a cute little girl just starting to bud into a woman. Her chest was small, but not completely flat. A pair of soft round bumps sprouted on her chest, tracing the faint outline of her still-forming breasts. It was barely enough to warrant a bra… maybe a training bra. Likewise, her hips were subtle and underdeveloped, but definitely there. Her soft spankable butt was slender and firm, but round and filled out enough to look appealing.
Everywhere Devin looked, he only saw perfection. There wasn’t a single blemish on her body. There wasn’t a single ounce of unsightly fat, or a single flaw he could see. He could see the outline of a girly little cleft hidden in her little red panties, a secret to discover later. Devin didn’t dare move it aside before midnight. Not when Santa himself had insisted on leaving his presents wrapped until the right time.
“You’re beautiful,” Devin said.
The elf blushed, happy to hear it.
“I feel really bad that your body makes me so horny.” Devin said.
The elf cocked her head, looking confused and concerned.
“Like… you know I’m probably going to rape you, right?”
The elf nodded.
“Really rough sex. Really rough. I’ll probably hurt you.”
The elf nodded. No fear, no disgust, there was nothing in her expression but pure joy and loving acceptance.
“Are elves immune to pain or something?”
The elf shook her head no.
“So you’re just so devoted to me that you’re fine with being hurt?”
The elf looked around, wrinkling her forehead with thought. She bobbed her head from side to side in a sort of “so-so” expression.
“So I’m only half right, then?”
The elf nodded.
“So what’s the other half?” he wondered. Santa said she was happy to be used how he wanted, and if he wanted to be rough…
“Is it, perhaps, that you’re not an innocent little girl at all, and you’re really just a perverted super-masochist who gets off on bondage, pain and rough treatment?” Devin guessed.
The elf nodded shyly, blushing red.
“You know, some kids don’t unwrap their presents at midnight. They wait until Christmas morning.” Devin grinned evilly.
The elf looked down at herself, at her helplessly bound body, then back up at Devin. She looked worried. Devin let her enjoy the uncertainty for a bit as he moved on to inspect her elfy parts, specifically, her ears.
He gently grabbed an ear, and lightly stroked along its length, just feeling it. This was no plastic prop. It was a real ear, made of real skin, and warm from real blood coursing through its veins. He gave it a firm pinch at the tip. The elf squeaked.
“Are elf ears erogenous?” Devin asked. In fiction, sometimes they were, sometimes they weren’t.
The elf, shrugged, uncertain.
Devin lifted her back, sitting her up on his lap. He brought his mouth to her ears, and gently licked her. The elf squeaked again. He licked it again. The elf shivered. He bit it. The elf twitched and whimpered submissively. He bit a little harder. The elf whined lightly, and squirmed on his lap. Yep… they were erogenous. This elf girl was so responsive. Were normal little girls this sensitive? Or was that just an elf thing?
Devin placed his hand on her knee, and slowly dragged his fingers up her thigh. The elf shivered, and squirmed a little more. Devin leaned her back again, resting her against the pillow. She closed her eyes firmly, her face as red as Santa’s coat. She spread her legs submissively, making herself fully accessible to her master.
Devin gently teased along her leg, stroking up to the edge of her panties, then teasing back down, then slowly creeping closer again. The elf squirmed, bucking her hips out whenever he got closer, silently begging for his touch on her pussy.
He finally gave her what he wanted. He lightly stroked a finger along her panty-clad folds, feeling the warm wetness that had soaked into the fabric.
“Oh no… what’s all this juice here? What happened to my pure little elf girl?” Devin teased.
The elf whimpered in embarrassment and squeezed her knees shut so he couldn’t feel any more of her shameful pussy juice.
“Don’t close your legs before I’m done with you sweetie,” Devin gently warned.
The elf spread her legs again. Devin resumed gently petting her pussy. It was so small, so cute. Would he even be able to fit his penis in there? Well… it would fit, one way or another, even if he had to use a bit of force to get in. He looked back at her blushing face. This wasn’t the blush of embarrassment anymore, this was the blush of a very horny and turned on elf girl. Her cheeks, and upper chest were red and warm.
She made eye contact with him, got a mischievous twinkle in her eye, and slammed her thighs shut again, squeezing Devin’s hand.
“Naughty…” Devin scolded. “Open your legs, your punishment for denying me your pussy is a pussy spanking.”
The elf obeyed. Devin lined up his hand with her wet little cunny, then raised his hand slowly, letting the elf anticipate the blow to come. She whimpered in fear, but she managed to keep her legs open without flinching.
Smack!
Devin slapped down. The little girl squealed into her gag and squirmed on his lap, clenching her thighs shut again.
“Uh oh… you closed your legs again. Naughty. Time for another.” Devin said playfully.
The elf spread her legs.
Smack!
Devin slapped down a little harder than last time. The elf whined and squirmed, but somehow, through sheer willpower, managed to keep her knees spread.
“You kept your legs open… good girl. Your reward for being a good girl is another pussy slap!” Devin said, grinning maliciously.
The elf whined pitifully, even as she shivered in masochistic joy from her master’s cruelty. Devin lined his hand up, wound back.
Smack!
Devin slapped her pussy again. The elf squirmed in her bindings, tugging against her restraints. She didn’t close her legs this time either, but instead rubbed her pussy against his hand, trying to stimulate herself.
“Nope, no orgasms before Christmas.” Devin sternly commanded.
The elf whined in dismay, glancing at the clock. It was eleven forty. Twenty more minutes. Devin took some mercy on her, and gently stroked her horny little cunt, stimulating her without pushing her over the edge.
“You’ve made a complete mess of your panties little girl,” Devin scolded. “You need to be punished for that… with more pussy spanks.”
The elf whined in protest, but below the neck she eagerly spread her thighs nice and wide for him.
Smack!
Devin slapped her pussy. The elf was so turned on now that it barely seemed to hurt her. It was all pleasure, and barely any pain. She kept her legs wide, pushing her hips up, humping the empty air, silently begging for more spanks.
Smack!
Devin slapped her pussy again. The elf moaned lewdly. He gently stroked and massaged her, careful not to stimulate her too much. He wanted his helplessly bound girl horny and unsatisfied for now.
Smack! Smack!
Devin delivered two in a row, as the elf humped the air. He lowered his hand, to stroke her again.
Smack!
Surprise! It wasn’t petting, it was another pussy spank instead. The poor little girl squeaked in surprise, but accepted the gift of abuse gladly. Devin started to gently pet her crotch again, then moved his hand away. The girl spread her thighs and braced herself for another pleasurable punishment. Devin pushed her legs closed.
“Well, I’ve inspected my present. I have no idea what the surprise beneath the wrapping could be. Time to put her back under the Christmas tree until morning.”
The elf looked absolutely heartbroken as he picked her up and carried her back to the tree. He laid her down, and gently nudged her back under the branches. She stared up at him with big blue pleading eyes, silently begging him for more touch.
Devin picked up some fallen pine needles, and sprinkled them on her bare chest and tummy. Just to be mean and add to her torment a little.
He hummed a Christmas carol to himself, completely ignoring his elf as he washed Santa’s milk glass, and ate the leftover cookies he hadn’t claimed. He could almost feel her eyes on him, silently pleading for him to not leave her alone all night with wet panties.
He returned to his bedroom, closed all his loli hentai porn tabs, and browsed social media quietly for the next few minutes.
The clock struck midnight.
Devin emerged once again from his room. “Well, time to unwrap some presents. I wonder what I got?”
“Mmm!” The girl squeaked happily. She hadn’t been forgotten after all.
Devin carefully stopped himself from looking at her as he walked up to the tree. The first present was a wrapped bottle of rum, the same one he gifted himself last year. He didn’t make rum drinks that often, but it was a good liquor for Christmas drinks, especially when paired with eggnog.
“Ooh, some rum… what a surprise!” he said as he dramatically unwrapped his first present.
He could practically feel the elf’s excited nervous energy, as she eagerly anticipated being unwrapped next. He carried his bottle back over to the liquor cabinet, and poured himself a shot of rum, a toast to his family, wherever they were.
After he put the bottle back in the cabinet, he returned to the tree. The elf was literally shivering with excitement as Devin again completely ignored her, and pulled out the second wrapped present Santa personally gave him.
It was a vaguely cylindrical shape, maybe a foot, or a foot and a half long. One end ballooned out, and was soft and squishy. He pulled off the perfectly wrapped wrapping paper to reveal the “toy” beneath.
“Ooh, nice!” He cracked the leather flogger through the air.
It looked hand made, perhaps crafted in the elf’s workshop up at the north pole. It had a solid core, covered with beautifully braded strands of leather cord. There were two colours in an alternating pattern, white and red like a candy cane. They reached out past the handle, and stretched out into a series of long whip tails. Each strand ended with a little steel bead, to add a bit of extra impact and sting to the implement. With those beads on there, it would be a pretty vicious flogger, the sort of thing only the most enthusiastic of masochists would enjoy.
“If only I had a volunteer to try this on…” Devin sighed melodramatically in mock disappointment.
The elf was still shivering, and had literally started to cry from the sheer frustration of being ignored for so long. Devin almost felt guilty for teasing her like this… almost. He finally looked directly at her and smiled.
“Mmmnn!” The elf cried out in joy, having finally got her master’s attention.
Devin’s inner sadist was tempted to leave her there for the night, just to be mean. The rest of him wanted to lick her perfect body, then stick his dick in her, then snuggle all night. That part of him won.
The elf was already squirming out from under the tree as he bent down to pick her up again. He laid the flogger on her chest, and carried her back to his bedroom. He was loathe to unravel the beautifully done ribbon rope harness, but he couldn’t get her panties off if he didn’t. He gently laid the captive little girl on his bed, removing the flogger and setting it aside for now. He pulled away the two stuck-on pasty ribbons, exposing her delicate little nipples to the world for the first time. She moaned into her gag and bucked her hips as he lightly stroked them with his fingertip. Her nipples were hard, and eager for his touch.
He rolled the girl onto her side and messed around with the leather buckle behind her head. He undid the strap, finally freeing her mouth from the ball gag. She shifted her jaw around, working out the stiffness from her bondage. As she did that, Devin began to untie the ribbon harness where it was attached around her neck.
The little elf girl turned her head to look up at him.
“Hello Master Devin,” she said, smiling as bright as the sun. “I love you so much.”
“Hello to you too,” Devin smiled back. “Do you have a name?”
“Nope,” she giggled. “You can give me one if you want.”
Devin considered a few possibilities: Emma, Charlotte, Mia, Evelyn, Luna, Sophie…
“I’ll have to think about it,” Devin said.
Slowly, gently, he undid the complex knotwork of the shibari ribbon harness, slowly unravelling a single, very long strand of ribbon. Like the flogger, it was an incredibly high-quality material, soft like velvet, but strong like rope. He’d obviously save it for later bondage games.
“Okay, Master,” The elf smiled again, then looked down at her bound body as Devin unraveled her bondage, “Are you going to take off my panties and rape me soon?”
“That’s the plan,” Devin smiled. “Though I’m not sure I can rape you, technically. You seem pretty into this.”
“Yeah…” The elf giggled bashfully. “I’m completely yours. There’s literally nothing I wouldn’t do for you, you know. You could torture me in horrible ways, and I’d still love you just as much. I have no limits at all. But… I sort of meant rape, as in play-rape, like… acting as if you were raping me while actually just having sex? Holding me down, and going really hard, making it hurt…”
The elf blushed, and looked away shyly.
“I think you might be even more perverted than me,” Devin chuckled.
“I-If I am… i-it’s only because you like it that way. S-Santa made me for you, after all,” The elf stuttered shyly.
“And you’re probably right. I enjoy my loli raping to be guilt free. It eases my mind to know you’re into it.”
“Yay!” The little girl cheered.
The last of the ribbon came away, leaving her body bare. Her arms and ankles were still bound in cuffs, but her panties were now removable. Devin wasted no time. He undid the metal clip keeping her ankles bound, then slid the elf’s little red panties down and off her body.
“And there it is…” Devin said happily.
It was a truly beautiful slit, pure and virginal, never before touched directly by a man… Never touched by anyone in fact. Not even the elf this pussy belonged to had touched it. This was a virgin as virgin could be. It was a girlish little slit, cute and modest, with the clit and inner lips hidden and tucked away inside her puffy outer lips.
Devin was already going down on her before he realized what had happened. The little elf gasped in surprise, and moaned in appreciation. It tasted like Christmas miracles and childhood joy. Or… no wait… it just tasted like pussy. But pussy was a great taste, especially twelve year old pussy, so that was okay too.
Devin didn’t really worry about her pleasure, just enjoying the pussy however he wished. He licked up, he licked down, he poked his tongue inside her. He dipped down to lick her equally tasty and fresh little bumhole before moving back up. He just explored her with his mouth, tasting every part of her he wished to taste.
Despite the lack of concern for her pleasure, she lasted… maybe a minute before she came. The poor girl must have been on the edge for a while. She had been ruthlessly teased for a quarter hour, then left to stew in her own juices, then teased again while her master untied her. She didn’t need much to reach her peak.
The elf squeaked adorably, and shivered under Devin’s tongue. Her juicy little pussy just kept leaking more and more drool with every pulse. This little elfin sex pet might not be an official person, according to Santa, but she was still the best Christmas gift ever.
As the girl recovered from her first ever orgasm, Devin tugged her butt over to the edge of the mattress, and opened his robe. His cock was hard and ready to go. Which hole did he want? Eh… he’d start with the pussy. He didn’t have any anal lube handy, and the pussy was wet and ready for him.
The little elf was still recovering from her orgasm as he rubbed his head along her tiny slit. There seemed to be no way his adult cock would fit in such a tiny hole, but he found her entrance, and slowly pushed forwards.
“Oh! Oh! W-wait! Slow down! Let me… that’s… that’s bigger than I expected, Master!” The elf whined.
Devin lightened the pressure, just kissing his cock head against her entrance, letting her relax and get used to it. He gently brushed the hair out of her eyes and smiled lovingly down at her. She smiled back.
Then he grabbed her shoulders, and brutally shoved himself deep inside her, crashing up against her cervix. There was a brief sensation of something tearing, but it was only a second or two later that he realized he’d broken her hymen.
The elf gasped, eyes wide, her mouth hanging open. She froze in shock. Tears leaked down her eyes.
“Oww…” she whimpered softly.
Devin pulled back, and started roughly hammering himself into her. The elf shrieked from pain and pleasure, howling loudly as her formerly virgin pussy was ruthlessly demolished by her sadistic master. Devin snatched up her panties, and stuffed them into her mouth to keep her from disturbing the neighbours. It felt so good. Her pussy was tight, but not too tight. It was deliciously wet and warm, exactly as deep as his cock was long, letting him fill her right to the base as his balls knocked on the outside of her door. He didn’t pace himself, he just went for it as hard as he could, eager to get himself off as quickly as possible. She wasn’t the only one who’d been pent up and horny for the last half hour.
She might have had another orgasm… Devin wasn’t sure. She was squirming and thrashing like crazy the entire time, so it was hard to see much of a difference. He wrists were bound behind her back, straining in vain, leaving her absolutely defenseless against his thrusting. Devin was mostly just focused on hammering into her as hard as he could, releasing two whole decades of pent up and suppressed sexual urges into her body. He fucked her like an absolute monster, making up for lost time.
The sex was intense, but ultimately it didn’t last too long. Devin hilted himself right to the base, and shot his load inside her. As his cum gushed out against her womb, she shivered and tensed. Okay… that one was definitely an orgasm. It seemed little miss elfy enjoyed creampies.
Both man and elf caught their breath, looking into each other’s eyes. Devin leaned forward and kissed her gently. The elf’s pussy clenched around his softening cock, almost like a hug. Devin withdrew, finally unhooking the elf’s bound wrists. He left the cuffs and collar on her, as he liked the look of the red leather against her fair skin. He offered her an old tee-shirt to wipe up, and keep her from leaking out on the sheets.
Wait… could elves get pregnant? That could get complicated... Oh well, that was something for tomorrow’s Devin to worry about.
For now, Devin just opened the covers and tucked his little elf inside before climbing into bed next to her. He turned off the light, and laid down. She settled in under his arm, cuddling up against his side, and resting her face on his chest. She smiled and closed her eyes, perfectly relaxed and at peace with her master.
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night,” Devin mumbled happily.
He relaxed, and closed his eyes, feeling the warmth next to him. He soon fell asleep with her held in his arms.