Chapter 7

seven

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Nick

Slugging up the steps, tired on my feet after a long day at the workshop with no visit from Pepper, my heart physically aches as I make my way to our stained-glass Santa and his reindeer intricately carved double front door with antique brass knobs. One has an S, and the other is a C—Santa Claus. I’ve got to hand it to my father. The number of details he infused throughout his home is impressive, all the way down to the welcome mat.

Scuffing my snowy boots on the forever-clean doormat, I pause.

Wait.

Home of Mr. & Mr. Claus.

I swallow thickly at Pepper’s new addition to our home. It’s perfect.

The scent of vanilla and peppermint swirls through the air as I open our front door to be greeted by a …

Holy Christmas.

“What are you doing, Pepper?” My jaw nearly hits the floor as my elf, my beautiful, perfect elf, stands at the top of the curved staircase, naked, with a hard-on and a smile. “Pepper?” I croak when he pokes his rosy, red cock through the toy soldier-carved spindles.

Giggling like a menace, he turns and races down the hallway. His bare feet slap against the hardwood, echoing through the oddly quiet house. A door opens and closes.

“What are you up to?” I set my sack by the door and toe off my boots before I set out to find this naughty elf of mine.

Taking my time, I pass our bedroom door and notice a reddish glow from beneath my father’s old room. The one Pepper’s been working in for weeks but won’t let me see inside.

“I wonder where you went?” I tease as I open the door and gasp as the gentle light of Christmas and all its glory smacks me in the face, along with my very sexy, dark-haired elf sprawled out on a fluffy rug in front of our new brass fireplace.

Wow.

“Welcome home, Santa,” he purrs, wiggling his pert little ass at me on all fours.

Undoing my pants to free my raging erection, I soak in the space. It doesn’t look anything like before. The Santas are gone, and that ceiling is incredible.

“What did you do?” I gaze up in awe. It’s a tree and not just any tree. It’s like we’re inside a Christmas tree. Every needle is there. Giant bulbs dangle from the ceiling. Others are painted but look so real. Our new chandelier is a massive vintage Christmas star. The evergreen flows down the edges of the ceiling onto the walls, and with it comes the ornaments and twinkle lights.

Our bed is now wrapped like a present—black sheets and a shimmery golden box for the frame.

Our plush couch is striped like a candy cane. It's not bright but vintage and muted in color—perfection.

There’s a rocking horse in the corner, in front of the door to the patio that overlooks the village below.

Wait.

No. That’s not just a rocking horse, that’s a…

I grip my cock and slowly stroke myself as I approach the new toy my dear elfie has gifted us. Sure, it’s a rocking horse, but it has wrist restraints, kneeling pads in place of stirrups, and is set so my elf can perch his bottom off the toy so I can fuck him from behind as I rock the horse, and his upper chest hugs the soft mane.

Needing to christen this right now, I snap my fingers, and my elf rushes to his feet and climbs onto the apparatus. I help him onto the seat and strap his wrists to the handles.

I test the tightness. “This okay?”

He shivers and nods repeatedly, just as excited as I am to try it.

“I don’t know what you did to our room, but it’s gorgeous, and I’m gonna show you just how proud I am of you.” Standing behind the horse, I tug Pepper’s hips to the edge and slam into him, knowing he doesn’t need any prep.

“Santa!” he cries out as wetness bathes my cock from his delicious hole.

I grip his tiny waist and fuck him relentlessly from behind, grunting like a madman, having missed him all day. “You’re so wet for me, Elfie.”

“Yes! ”

More wetness rushes from his asshole, dripping down his taint and onto the floor at my feet. Vanilla perfumes the air, thick with pheromones, and my chest tightens, my body aches, and my cock throbs more than it ever has before.

Not knowing how to curb the hunger, the need, I ravage Pepper. The more I wreck his hole, the more he drips for me, screaming in ecstasy.

I come.

And still, the need doesn’t slack.

I come again within minutes and fuck the cum right out of his hole, making the biggest mess.

The scent of him drives me wild.

I lick his spine, clutch his ass in my punishing grip, but it’s never enough.

“Fuck,” I growl, slamming home as I dump a third load into his awaiting body.

“Yes!” Pepper’s sweat-matted head flings back as he cries toward the ceiling, rocking on the horse in time with my thrusts. “Please. More.”

For what feels like hours, I use his smaller frame for my pleasure.

When I order him to come, he sprays over the leather seat, and still, the need doesn’t fade. It coils tighter in my cock.

Not knowing what to do, I free him from the horse and carry him over to the candy-cane-striped sofa, where I drop in exhaustion, and he straddles me, feeding me back into his eager form.

Fingers laced around the base of my neck, Pepper rides my cock, and I push the strands of hair off his sweaty face. “I don’t think I can stop,” I warn.

“I know.” Pepper’s eyes roll into the back of his skull as more lube rushes from his hole .

“What is that?” I ask, reaching around him to slide two fingers in beside my dick. They slip in far too easily. Pepper whimpers in pleasure and stuffs his face into the crook of my neck to suck there like a needy little elf.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” he begs at my throat.

“You’re never…” My words trail off as Pepper’s hole clamps around my cock and fingers in a painful vice, and he sits up, back arching, trembling.

Gripping his hair, Pepper whimpers. “Nick?”

“I’m here, Elfie. I’m here,” I reassure as I lean in to suck on his nipples.

“Nick. It hurts. It hurts.”

“What hurts, Elfie?” I lave my tongue over one bud and then the next.

Pressing down on his flushed cock, Pepper tries to make it do something.

“Nick,” he whines, face contorted in pain.

“What, baby? What? Tell me.”

“I need to come.”

Moving back to his other nipple, I nip and nibble it to a sharp, red peak. “Then come. Come for me,” I whisper.

Pepper shakes his head. “I can’t. Not here.” He slaps his angry member. “Here.” He squeezes around my shaft even harder.

“Then let your ass come, Elfie. Come from your pretty little hole.”

“I don’t know how,” he cries.

Needing to help Pepper more than anything else in this world, I lift him off my lap and set him on all fours on the rug in front of the fireplace. He rests his cheek against the floor as I line up behind him, but instead of feeding him my cock, I slip multiple fingers into his hungry body. It opens easily for me. Three fingers turn to four, and when I poise my fist there, ready to put my entire hand into him, Pepper pushes his ass back.

“Pepper, it’s my hand,” I warn.

“Yes.”

“It’s big.”

“I know. But I need it. I need you in there. Deeper than your cock can go. Please.”

Nervous this might hurt, but yielding to his plea, I slowly glide my entire hand into Pepper’s much-smaller body. It seems impossible, and I won’t fit, but as I press in, he swallows me until his rosy rim hugs my wrist, and he sighs in palpable relief.

“Is this what you needed?” I check, watching the rivulets of sweat on his back glisten in the firelight. We’ve been rough before. We’ve played around. But this is far deeper and more intimate than I ever thought we’d get. I can’t hurt him. I won’t.

“Yes.” Pepper nods against the soft rug. “Thank you. Now go a little further.”

I rest my other hand on his cheek to help keep him spread open. “Pepper, no. This is a lot.”

“Nick. Please. I don’t know why, but there’s a spot. I need you to touch it.”

“How do you know?”

He wiggles his butt, trying to entice me to go further. “I just do.”

Biting my lip, worried we’ll need a doctor after this, I follow Pepper’s instructions. Slowly, I massage inside his slippery hole.

“More,” he pants as my wrist disappears inside. “More.”

He’s an elf. He’s an elf. He’s a magical being , I repeat inside my head as I slide deeper until I feel something firm and round, about the size of a small nut. As I graze it, more fluid pours from Pepper’s asshole, and he wails in pleasure.

“More. Please more. More. More. There. More,” he chants deliriously.

Not knowing what I’m touching or what this is, I do what any good partner would do, and I massage it. Pepper loses his mind. Cum flows from his prick in a continuous stream onto the rug as his entire form shudders in the wildest orgasm I’ve ever seen. It goes on and on. When I’m worried my elf might pass out, I remove my hand from his body, and he collapses onto his stomach, but not before he spreads his legs the tiniest bit and whispers, “Please come in me.”

Shaking my head in complete confusion, I stare down at my fully hard dick and mount Pepper from behind. His hole squeezes around me like some magical fist, and before I can process what’s happening, cum bathes his insides, leaving me far more confused when I slip out and drop onto my side beside him, pulling him flush against me—the little spoon to my big. I kiss Pepper’s sweaty shoulders and neck as we both come down from whatever that was.