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Of all the things you expected to be doing in December, delivering presents on behalf of Santa Claus was not one of them.
The fact that Santa Claus was a real if supernatural entity was perhaps not the most surprising thing of this whole ordeal, oddly enough.
Quite frankly you had no idea why you were doing this. You were just a normal human. Not an elf-eared mage, not a dragon-lady that could fly, nor even just a regular human mage – you were just a plain human with at best better constitution than most, and that was more thanks to going to the gym than any fabled bloodline or divine blessing. Still, you weren't doing this for Santa, but for your friend of many years – Mumei.
You met her first in college, when you were all but forced to do an assignment with her and two others. Said two others dropped out of college for unrelated reasons and thus it was just the two of you working together on a project – and, despite the fact she was quiet and shy, you found her rather charming. It was that fondness that led to you spending more time with her even after the project ended, at first under the guise of studying but later just to hang out.
It was only after that that you learned she wasn't just an owl-girl, but also the Guardian of Humanity... though that boiled down to just recording what humanity did, really. Though her title was lofty and her connections rather intimidating – how many people got to be friends with primordial chaos, after all? – she was such a sweet bean that even in the face of her lore, you persisted with the whole friendship thing. Which led to your current situation. Namely Mumei owed a favour to Santa Claus, and thus the man in red had you and Mumei delivering presents to help ease his workload.
Easier said than done, though Mumei assured you that Santa was a forgiving man. So long as they tried their best, that was enough. 'Effort was worth more than results', as she claimed.
The thought of the owl-girl drew your gaze onto her, trudging across the snow-covered roof ahead of you. Despite it being slanted she walked along the very centre with barely a hint of effort, doing so like it was natural. With it being the middle of the night the only illumination was from the street-lights nearby, the moon currently concealed by the thick grey clouds far above that perpetually rained snow down on you, or so it felt at least. Small mercies you were given an official Santa costume for the night.
Not that it helped with the whole 'climbing someone's roof' thing. You wished you brought climbing shoes.
''C'mon already.'' Mumei's exasperated sigh snapped you from your thoughts. ''It's not that hard.''
''Says you.'' You fired back with a grumble.
Carefully you hauled the cream-coloured bag of presents over one shoulder and stepped off of the sleigh, stepping onto the very tip of the roof. The snow gave way easily but with considerable effort you didn't slip; putting one foot in front of the other and walking like it was a tightrope. A strong wind threatened to push you overboard but you endured; your steps quickening as you caught a glimpse of the chimney in your peripheral vision-
And then you reached it; swearing as you grabbed onto the freezing-cold brickwork. Mumei was nowhere to be seen, but you could hear her within the chimney itself.
Sighing you looked around, making sure nobody else in this small cul-de-sac saw you, before you climbed onto the chimney – and jumped inside.
In blatant defiance of physics you felt yourself twist, turn – and then you were standing in someone's living room. The sudden change – the warmer temperature, the brighter light, the sudden teleportation – it left you dizzy and you stumbled; spared from falling when Mumei grabbed your arm. It took a good few seconds but the nausea waned, the room returning to its normal axis.
That was one benefit of this outfit; it allowed you to traverse chimneys. Specifically and only chimneys. Which now that you thought about it explained how Santa got down chimneys far too narrow for the large guy to fit down, but Santa Claus manipulating time and space was not on your bingo card, not by a long shot.
Nor was the second 'blessing' this outfit brought – if you entered a house that believed in Christmas, anyone who was asleep would not wake up unless you wanted them to. You could walk right up to whoever lived in this house and slap them, and so long as you didn't want them to wake up, they wouldn't. It didn't work on anyone currently awake, or anyone who was outside when you entered, but so long as they slept they wouldn't wake no matter how much of a racket you made.
How the specifics of the magic worked – why it was limited to only the house you were in, how the magic knew what you wanted, how a goddamn costume could cast that magic instantly and after entering a home – all of that was beyond you, frankly. You knew physics, you knew chemistry, but the more you learned about magic the more you wanted to smash your cranium into the nearest wall just in the hope it'd make sense.
Was it too late now to start studying as a mage? Was the pay good? Actually, did they get paid at all?
...was it worthwhile even if they didn't? You could think of quite a few 'creative' uses for invisibility magic...
Such dizzying thoughts were, once again, banished by Mumei – a cheek-pinch making you wince and slap her hand away. She snickered and tugged on your bag of presents and with a sigh you unshouldered it; setting it down by the large Christmas tree in the room. Mumei dug in with a merriment you only partly shared; hoisting out presents in varying shapes and colours and carefully stacking them beneath the tree, her earnestness so charming you got over yourself and knelt down to help.
There was quite a few presents, the contents of which were beyond you, but you did your best to arrange them neatly. Big presents on the bottom and nearer the back, with smaller presents nearer the front. A drill Mumei had hammered into you after the last dozen houses; manifesting as you both worked together in silent unison, only a bit of humming from Mumei to disturb the quiet.
Your eyes flitted around the room then, more out of habit. It was a decently sized living room and all dressed up – tinsel along the edge of the walls, some stockings above the fireplace, various little knick-knacks on the shelves and windowsills, the works. An L-shaped couch faced out towards a coffee table with a familiar plate of cookies and milk; the sight one that might be appealing to some.
Not to you though. Not anymore.
There was only so many cups of milk and mouthful of cookies you could have in one night before you started to feel sick – especially when you were also hauling around a bag of presents.
Shaking off the thought you reached into your bag only to find nothing; a quick peek revealing it to be, mercifully, empty now. ''There. Done.''
''Alright, good job!'' With genuine warmth Mumei chirped, her smile as lovely as ever. ''I'm gonna guess you don't want the cookies and milk though.''
You cringed at the thought. ''Your turn.''
Mumei just giggled though and hopped to her feet, having zero qualms about consuming either of them. You stood by the chimney and leaned against it for support, just taking a breather... though perhaps naturally Mumei held your attention.
You'd seen Mumei in many outfits over the years, but to see her in a Santa dress was perhaps the hottest one, second only to her emo outfit. The dress barely covered her nice thighs and reached only to her bust; pressing her chest in slightly and emphasising her size, an eye-catching amount of cleavage on full display. The little hooded capelet she wore with it was cute, a green ribbon at the front holding it together, but you'd be a liar if you said your eyes weren't on her boobs.
''How about we take a break for now?'' Mumei spoke up then, her voice light but not necessarily quiet. ''This is the last house of the neighbourhood after all, so we can save our energy for the next one.''
''Yeah, sure.'' You agreed without complaint.
Silence returned, broken only by Mumei's gulps as she drunk her milk; tipping her head back as she drained the glass. In the process though a couple drips fell past her bottom lip and landed atop her tits, further luring your attention to them. As if to then further drive you mad she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, causing her chest to bounce the faintest amount, the detail subtly but acutely apparent in that moment.
Staring was rude, you knew... but damn if Mumei didn't have nice tits.
''You could at least try and be less obvious, y'know.''
You looked away the second she spoke, feeling warmth fill your cheeks. ''Er, sorry.''
Mumei huffed, and when you glanced back you found a light flush on her own cheeks. ''Seriously...''
Plucking up a cookie she nibbled at it for a moment, and in the quiet you busied yourself by admiring the decorations the presumed-family put up – when Mumei suddenly spoke.
''I'll let you touch them if you want...''
It took every ounce of self control to not whip your head around to face her – your surprise helping with that. ''Huh?''
''You heard me.'' Despite the fact she offered her tone was shy, her eyes not meeting yours. ''Since you went out of your way to help me, plus since you're a good friend...''
She trailed off but didn't retract her offer. You swallowed, thinking it over even as every second felt like it might be the last before she lost her nerve – and so you moved. She still didn't look at you, staring off to the side and munching her cookie slowly, clearly fully aware of you even as you moved behind her. The quiet reigned yet your hands still moved up, your fingertips brushing along the fluffy fabric of her dress – until you grabbed her boobs.
Mumei grunted, surprised, but otherwise didn't protest. Nor did she protest as you gave her boobs a slow squeeze; lifting her tits a bit as you felt them up through the thick cloth. It was thanks to your inquisitive groping that you felt the flesh beneath the single layer of cloth, no firmer material beneath nor any bra straps sighted looping over her shoulders, bringing you to one particular conclusion.
''You're not wearing a bra, are you?''
''D-Duh. It would've been too tight otherwise.'' Despite her hasty answer Mumei sounded almost distracted; her breathing growing heavier as you kneaded those perky hills of hers.
Just feeling her up was hot, but you wanted more. It was a dangerous line of thought but you all too easy to accept with you two basically alone in someone's house, the risk of anyone waking up and finding you zilch – and it was because of that thought process that you grasped the front of her dress and pulled it down, allowing her tits to jiggle free. Your audacious act earned you a gasp but Mumei didn't slap your hands away, didn't stop you.
Allowing you to fill your palms with Mumei's boobs. Soft and warm they felt lovely to handle, her nipples prodding at your fingers and enticing you to draw circles around her nipples with your index fingers, teasing an unsure moan out of your friend. She squirmed but once again didn't resist, her breathing heavy – and when you looked up you noticed a mirror above the fireplace. One that allowed you to see Mumei's flushed, aroused face.
Was she getting off on this?
It was an enthralling thought and one you didn't even try to fend off; continuing to knead her breasts at your leisure. With every passing second though you felt more daring, more audacious, and it was that thrill that tempted your right hand away from her tit – and between her legs.
''Eep-!'' Mumei tensed, thighs warm against your hand as you groped her crotch; fingers pressing her dress down against it.
Yet again she didn't tell you to stop, didn't call it off now. Some part of you argued to stop here but if this was your one chance to get handsy with Mumei you didn't want to waste it; your heart pounding in your chest as you ran your hand down further, you fingers dipping past the hem of her dress and hiking it up. She whimpered and squirmed but didn't resist, not even as your fingertips brushed the waistband of her panties – and then you hand your hand in her underwear.
The heat radiating off of her was a sharp contrast to your otherwise cool skin, enticing you to run your fingers along her nether lips, teasing a moan out of your friend. Intentionally or not she pushed back against your, her butt grinding against your crotch in a way that further drowned you in your own lust, enticing you to rub her off more – your touch making her pant and moan under her breath, aided by the firm squeezes of her tit.
''Mm... hey...'' Mumei breathed out.
And proceeded to say nothing further, a soft moan escaping her as you pushed your index finger inside. Emboldened you slipped your middle finger in as well, pumping both digits into her hot core and teasing heavy breaths out of your companion – her insides clenching around your intruding digits as you pumped them in deeper and deeper, working her up and teasing heavy groans out of her.
Your thumb brushed against her clit then and Mumei squeaked, tensing, so you flicked it again. She whimpered this time and shuddered against you as you ran your thumb over the little bundle of nerves more, your other two fingers ruthlessly pumping into her all the while – curling and scissoring apart at random, pushing against her increasingly-slick walls. Just the fact you were fingering Mumei was someone almost out of a dream, but you were nothing if not greedy. You wanted more.
So you released her tit and grasped your belt. It was easy to unbuckle it even with one hand, the magical latch coming off with a simple tug and dropping your baggy pants to your ankles; you boxers falling with a similar tug. Without them nothing was left to hide your erect cock as you pressed it against her ass, her dress covering it but not stopping you from appreciating Mumei's nice butt.
''H-Hey, isn't that...'' Mumei whispered then, shivering as you ran your thumb over her clit. ''...we probably shouldn't be doing this...''
''...do you want to stop?'' Your throat fought against the question, not wanting this to end.
You were just friends, not lovers by any means. This very well might be the only chance you got to do these kind of things with Mumei.
Mercifully though Mumei bit her lip, falling silent – any protests quietening as you kept fingering her. It was that silence that emboldened you, encouraging you to lift the back of her dress up, granting you a look at the black panties hugging her nice rear. You briefly bumped against said rear before realising grinding would be a bit awkward so you grasped your cock instead, guiding your length between her thighs. Her soft, warm thighs.
Mumei didn't stop you, only a flustered whine escaping the owl-girl as you rocked your hips, thrusting between her legs. The sensation was... novel, you had to admit. Not inherently pleasurable but the sensation of your cock sliding against her soft, creamy thighs was nice. Doubly so as you kept thrusting your fingers knuckle-deep into her pussy, making her soaking wet and fingering mewls out of her throat ceaselessly, her horny noises engraining themselves into memory.
How could someone so cute be so fuckable?
You pressed yourself against her ass then and she pushed herself back against you, a cute whimper escaping the owl-girl as she practically rubbed herself against you – her hips rocking with yours and impaling herself on your fingers. You pushed your face into her shoulder then, resting against it even as a sinful little idea entered your head, one that made you pull your fingers out of Mumei entirely.
Only to lay your digits on her lips and spread her open. Mumei bent forwards without needing to be asked, her breathing shallow but fast as you clumsily guided yourself in – and you thrust up against her panty-clad pussy. It felt weird, the damp material of her panties preventing you from penetrating her, yet the light pressure was enough to make Mumei moan. The fact you were basically faux-fucking her motivated your hips to move more; any embarrassment or awkwardness pushed to the back of your mind as your tip pressed against her wet panties, the heat of her core acutely felt.
Your fingers slipped off of her wet lips but you spread them again as soon as you could, your fingers jittery with excitement. You dared to peek up at the mirror once more and found Mumei also looking at it – your eyes meeting in the reflection for a split-second before she looked away, face hot. You swallowed, slowing your thrusts as an idea settled in your mind.
''Hey uh... can I put it in?''
Mumei bit her lip, glancing towards the living room door... before nodding. ''O-Okay.''
Your hand was out of her panties in a heartbeat; the material tugged down and ending around her ankles. Mumei peeked back at you then, her face flushed but her eyes lidded with lust – a lust shown as she bent forwards more, her dress hiking up and making it all too easy to rub your tip along her wet slit. The friction was slight but oh so entrancing in that moment, your cock-head abuzz with need as you dipped the tip in-
And slick, syrupy heat enveloped your shaft as you pushed inside. Mumei let out a wobbly little thing of moan, her back arching nicely and coaxing your hands to her hips, holding her steady as you penetrated her deeply – inch after inch of your swollen manhood sinking between her glistening lips and filling her up. Though tight her wetness helped, and as you pulled back you felt her insides squeeze you lovingly, as if begging for you to put it back in.
Tempting you to do just that; fucking a soft whine out of Mumei as you filled her up once more – your hips rocking at a steady, cautious pace. Partly so you didn't rush and hurt her, and partly because being inside of Mumei felt almost overwhelming; your mind captivated by the wet heat that seized around your cock. Doubly so as Mumei mewled and pushed herself back against you, enticing you to pump into her a little faster, your thrusts dipping you into her honeypot and opening her tight tunnel up.
''A-Ahh, hey that... myn, ahh...'' The little moans that fled her lips were downright hypnotic.
On instinct you glanced over your shoulder at the door, worried someone might still be awake and come downstairs at the sound, but you heard not a peep. It gave you the confidence to move a bit more, to sheathe yourself in your friend's snug pussy, the casualness of it all enthralling you and tempting your hands up to her chest – your palms getting a nice handful of Mumei's boobs. She mewled as you groped them and you used them like handholds, pulling her more upright as you found your rhythm; pistoning yourself into her.
Your groin connected with her ass cheeks repeatedly, the impacts soft at first but quickly creating sinful little slaps of flesh – the noise sounding so much louder in the quiet, only your shared panting to otherwise disturb it. You bit your lip then and closed your eyes, a groan escaping you as you just enjoyed the sensations assaulting your length, her syrupy heat smothering your dick as you rutted yourself into her.
''Fuck...'' You breathed out, squeezing her tits a bit too roughly and earning a whine from your partner. ''Sorry...''
Mumei didn't reply, only a shy moan answering you as the owl-girl impaled herself back onto you – the heady smack of her ass against your crotch drawing a curse out of you. Aching need throbbed up the underside of your cock and every thrust just accentuated the dire need swelling within you. You held her close, your breaths shorter and faster as your thrusts became the same – pounding Mumei from behind even as she whimpered and gasped with you, her insides hugging your cock lovingly, threatening to make you cum-!
''Ah, y-yes~!''
When Mumei gasped – and then she came, buckling with a moan. The thought was what pushed you over the edge and you hammered her like a beast, ploughing a squeal out of Mumei right before you blew your load inside of her, sharp relief hitting like a freight train as you creampied your friend.
''W-Wait, myn-!''
She pushed on your side, startled, but gave up when you slammed in one more time – her arm falling and an erotic whine filling the living room as you shamelessly pumped your cum inside of her, any thoughts of the consequences absent. You shuddered, something between shame and pride rearing itself in your chest, but you couldn't give a damn in that moment about anything but pumping her full of your seed – grinding yourself into her as you spilled every last drop in her clenching tunnel.
How long your orgasm lasted, you didn't know. Only that soon the rush waned and Mumei wriggled her way out of your grip, your dick slipping out of her slick cunt and allowing Mumei to stumble away – making it only a few feet before she awkwardly fell onto the couch with a groan. She laid there on her side for a solid few seconds before shifting onto her back, startled and flustered in equal measure, her eyes wide as she probed at her folds.
''...aw man, you really did cum inside...'' She sounded more annoyed than angry, really.
Though with that pout she was giving you, it was hard to tell how much she was really annoyed...
''Sorry?'' You breathlessly apologised, stumbling closer.
Mumei stared at you, cheeks puffed for a solid few seconds before she sighed. ''Mrn... it's fine, I guess...''
Considering that, you voiced your thoughts. ''Wanna do it again?''
''H-Huh?! B-But you just...'' She looked at your still-hard dick with a deep red blush. ''Um, well... okay then. But only if you pull out this time!''
You uttered an agreement without missing a beat, and the second Mumei spread her legs you were between them – rubbing, teasing, and then sinking into her sticky, syrupy tunnel once more.
Alas you would end up giving her another accidental(?) creampie when she locked her legs around your waist. Small mercies Mumei was the forgiving sort.
Even if that meant taking responsibility for what was to come...
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