Chapter 3

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In a cream bedroom the size of a small house burnished in gold with touches of green woven throughout, I spread out on my king-sized sleigh bed—only the best for Santa and his family. This was the room I was forbidden to enter as a child—my mother’s chambers. A place she went to unwind from the duties of our world. To curl up with a book on the ivory, claw-foot couch in front of the tall fireplace flanked by ornately carved ten-foot toy soldiers. My father’s former room is far too ridiculous for me to consider living there. For now, this will do until Pepper decides how he wants our home decorated.

Beside me, my head elf lies, staring at the intricate, forest-painted ceiling. Together, we’re doing a bang-up job pretending this is normal and not at all awkward.

Sleep is the goal.

We’re here to sleep, per Doc’s orders.

“I can’t believe your father’s bedroom is full of Santas,” Pepper says.

I snort a quiet laugh .

After I gave him a quick home tour, we visited that bedroom first—only to open the door, turn on the light, and slowly back away in horror.

It shouldn’t surprise anyone that my father surrounded himself with statues and images of himself. My father’s ego is as big as the world itself. The more he served and brought joy to others, the more he took that into himself, and with it grew his untouchable pedestal. The pedestal not only he but my mother and all the elves placed him on. Perhaps that is the way of the Elven society. To treat him as a God. With my mother being an elf herself, I suppose it makes sense to keep Santa happy and build his ego on a lie—that he’s somehow special because a tree chose him. My sister, Holly, and I are the only two who never fell for the rhetoric. My father’s a man. An immortal or nearly immortal man, but a man, nonetheless. With him comes flaws. Human flaws.

“Do you want us to keep this room or change that one since it’s bigger?” I ask.

It also has a better view with its wraparound, third-story porch overlooking the village below. My father’s lead architect thought of everything. From the heated porch floor to keep any snow from collecting to the automatic shutters over the floor-to-ceiling windows. Everything’s far more forward-thinking in his room than here. My mother’s room encompasses the old times—grand in size and beauty but classic in its warmth and lack of technology.

“You’re asking me?” he squeaks.

I chuckle at Pepper’s surprise. “Of course, I am. You’re my husband, are you not?”

He fidgets next to me. “I-I… I suppose I am.”

“Then I want you to redecorate this house however you see fit, as long as you promise to burn everything in the other room.”

Sliding his hand closer to mine across the bed, Pepper titters in his cute, elvish way as his fingers brush against mine. Swallowing hard, my gut tightens, and my cock twitches at the unassuming touch. The harder I become, the more I sense him. The vanilla perfumes the air. The warmth of his skin. The electrical current sparks between us like little zaps of pleasure shooting straight to my groin.

Pepper groans a broken, needy sound. My nuts grow heavy as they begin to ache.

“Nick,” he gasps.

“I know.”

“I…”

“Pepper, I know.” Squeezing my eyes shut, I will my cock to go down, and for this… magically-eating-fruit and wanting-to-fuck-the-Christmas-out-of-Pepper issue to go far, far away. Only it doesn’t. The desire grows, and my nipples ache to be sucked on. My asshole clenches again. Why? I don’t have a single clue.

Pepper pants beside me, his body writhing in the bed, kicking at the covers. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the outline of his dick in his pajama bottoms straining to be set free. My mouth waters, wanting to know how it tastes, if his asshole is as sweet as I remember, and how about his cum? Is it tasty, too?

“Nick.” Pepper grips my hand firmly as his entire body begins to shake. A whine rips from his throat, and I can’t take it anymore. The need to take care of him, to put him out of his poor, wanton misery, hits me full force. Knowing what needs to be done, I rip my bottoms down to my knees, freeing my cock .

“Take off your pants and ride me, now,” I order, to give him a chance to take my dick for the first time at his own pace. However it works for him. The last thing I want is to hurt him or force something he doesn’t like. If he’s on top, he can draw whatever pleasure is needed into his body using mine.

Standing on the bed, Pepper removes every stitch of clothing in a blur and throws them onto the floor. Not needing to be told twice, he straddles my hips, grabs my erection, and impales himself on me.

The heat of him, the slickness of his passage, it’s too fucking much. Arching off the bed, my eyes squeeze shut as a long moan pours from my lips, and the intense pleasure rolls through me.

Taking the reins, Pepper rides me with abandon. No longer himself, he uses my cock for his satisfaction, and damn if it isn’t perfection. Watching him bounce, his member flying up and down between us, pouring streams of clear precum. It paints us both as he uses my shaft like a pogo stick to impale his needy ass. The broken noises he cries out are music to my ears.

“That’s it,” I encourage, as Pepper uses my pecs for balance. “Take me.”

“Nugh.” Pepper’s head drops back, and his luscious pink mouth falls open.

Wanting to touch him, I grip Pepper’s hips and plant my feet on the bed to fuck into him. Skin slaps skin as I grunt, watching him unravel thread by thread. The red head of his much-smaller prick is gorgeous, as is the rest of him. His petite, hairless body, pale skin, a defined six-pack, and pecs with brown, suckable nipples. His scent. Fuck, his scent. It does it for me .

“I feel you,” he cries out. “Your pleasure.”

Right. The connection.

“Then you know… You feel so good, sweetheart.”

His head bobs in a wild understanding. “Nick.”

“I know. I’ll fill your hole, Elfie. I’ll give you my cum just like you need.”

“Please.”

Punishing Pepper’s hips in my firm grip, sure to leave bruises tomorrow, I pound into his eager body from below. Like a rider about to be thrown from his stead, my elf takes it like a champ as I wreck him. I wreck him so good I moan at the sight of his willingness to trust me and let go. Beautiful. Mine.

It starts in my spine and travels down into my balls and up my cock, the pleasure building, and as it does, Pepper screams in earsplitting pleasure as if he knows what’s about to happen. He can sense it. Feel it through the bond.

“I’m gonna give you what you want.” Dropping him one final time onto my shaft, burying it to the hilt, I squeeze my eyes painfully shut as every inch of me shatters. Cum rockets out of my prick into him—filling the void, connecting us, tethering our souls as was written.

Beneath my grip, Pepper sobs in ecstasy before collapsing on top of me, his skin slick with sweat, his breath heavy at my throat, bathing it in steam. He struggles to gulp air as his asshole clenches and unclenches around my stiff member, still deep in his passage.

I hold him to me, wanting to care for him, to make sure he’s okay. Up and down his spine, I trace my fingers as his small cock throbs against my abdomen.

“Sweetheart, why are you still hard?” Trailing fingers down his backside, I cup his ass and give it a nice squeeze. It’s firm and perfect, just like the rest of him. The tree chose well.

“I didn’t come.”

“What?” Why wouldn’t he come? I did what he asked.

Pepper shivers in my arms.

“Elfie?” I prompt, wanting to make this good for him.

“Y-yes?”

“Why didn’t you come?”

“You didn’t tell me to.”

Rolling us over, I place Pepper on his back and me between his legs, my shaft still deep inside his ass. I prop myself above my flushed elf, hands planted on either side of his head. Between us, his member is soaked in clear fluid as it twitches, with no evidence of cum to be found. Knowing this isn’t okay, I reach between us and grip his shaft.

Eyes rolling into the back of his head, Pepper’s body quakes as if he’s been electrocuted. I pump his cock, slowly, up and down, in fascination. I know this should be weird. All of it should be. My first time touching another dick. My first with a male. But it’s not. Not even a little. This feels as natural as breathing. Touching his member, which is even smaller in my hand, is right. The heat of it searing into my skin, the fresh burst of vanilla that perfumes the air as his hole clenches down on my cock, is right.

In time with my strokes, I make love to my elf's hole. No longer rushed to come, I draw out his pleasure, swirling my thumb around his cockhead, next to the slit.

Fisting the blanket, teeth sunk into his bottom lip, Pepper’s neck elongates as he surrenders to me, giving me his body to do with what I choose, and I choose to fuck him slowly, to let my cum do whatever it wants inside his hole. Will a baby come from this? We don’t know. Honestly, I don’t care one way or another. It’s already happened. We’ve taken the leap.

“Nick.”

“Yes, my sweetheart?”

“Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Let me come.”

“Come for me, Elfie.”

On command, Pepper’s eyes widen, and his lips round in the perfect ‘O’ as he cries out and his cock erupts. Cum pours all over his stomach and my hand. Fascinated by his release, as he squirms beneath me, I continue to stroke him through the climax. Pepper grabs my forearm as a tether or a plea for me to stop. I don’t know which, but I don’t stop. More and more bursts of cum pool in the ridges of his tiny abs as I force him to let go in my fist.

“That’s it. Come for me again,” I order to test my theory.

Once more, Pepper’s body listens as another one, two, three stripes of cum fly from his slit and up his stomach to the valley between his pecs. The smaller body beneath me thrashes and sobs incoherently as I continue my assault on his perfect, little member.

“So beautiful,” I praise, driving into his hole, wanting to unload inside him again to fulfill this need, this desire, that I’ve been ignoring for far too long.

For hours, I lose myself in my gift, my elf, my second, my husband, my life. On and on, I fuck him into the mattress, make him ride me, and I never tire. In this with me, Pepper never asks me to stop.

The sun bathes the room in its early morning glow as I cover my elf from behind. With his stomach pressed against the bed, my cock grinds in and out of his well-used hole, our fingers threaded overhead, as he moans in pleasured exhaustion into the messy, cum-coated sheets.

“I fucking love this,” I breathe heavily against his neck, dropping kisses there and across his shoulders. “I don’t ever wanna stop.”

“Please don’t,” Pepper begs.

“Then come for me, my sweet, sweet elf. Come on your man's cock.”

For the tenth or twentieth time tonight, I’ve lost count; Pepper’s hole squeezes tightly around my dick as his member soils the bedding in his climax.

“That’s it, come for me,” I coax.

“Nick.”

“I know, baby. I know. Your pretty little cock needs it.”

“Yes,” he sobs, half delirious.

“You wanna come again?”

“Please.”

“If you let go for me, sweetheart, I’ll let go, too. I’ll feed your hungry little hole another load. Do you want that?” I nuzzle my nose to the side of his sweaty head, plastered in black hair, smelling of vanilla and peppermint.

Pepper’s hoarse cry is answer enough as I nibble his salty earlobe and savor the connection with my person, my body on his, the feeling of rightness.

“That’s it, Elfie. Take my cock,” I groan as I let go and fill Pepper’s body. He moans with me, needing my cum as much as he needs his next breath.

“One more time, sweetheart. It’s your time to come for me.”

On cue, Pepper’s body stiffens beneath mine, ass clenching, as he messes the sheets the last time of the day, or for now, in a last spurt of whatever his body has left .

Dropping onto my side, I take him with me, the small spoon to my big. I give a final kiss to the back of Pepper’s head and close my eyes, wrung dry in the best of ways.

“Goodnight, my elf,” I mumble.

Pepper takes my hand, folds his damp fingers through mine, and holds it to his chest. “Sleep tight, Santa.”

Yes.

That.

Sleep.

Finally.