Christmas Present #4 (Elf Boy Wrapping Paper) v1.00
tags: shota elf x female Santa Klaus, /ss/, big dick, titjob, cowgirl

Request:
A young Elf gets the Christmas present of his dreams when FemSanta comes along for the night.

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	Danny was a good boy. He did all of his chores, was kind to all the other elf children, and had nothing on wish list for Christmas. He never asked for anything because he knew Santa Klausa, his idol, was always so very busy during the holidays. It was his dream to work for her just like his parents did and help spread joy to all of the kids across the world. And, in secret, his heart fluttered every time he saw the beautiful, ageless woman in person, but he would never tell anyone such a thing. 

	Wearing his red-and-green Christmas pajama top and nothing on his lower half (the only way he could sleep), he could not help but feel the excitement of Christmas, even though only his siblings would receive any presents from Santa. In spite of this, he was the one who had baked cookies and left out a tall glass of milk for the magical woman in red because his parents were too busy and his siblings were too young to know how to. But it hardly bothered him, because his heart was pure and there was only one thing he wanted more than anything else in the world, but he knew it was something he could never get. 

	Even so, he could not sleep. He felt like his heart would burst out of his chest. The feeling had always been there each year, but now it felt almost unbearable. As if there was a chill in the air, he shivered, but he was bundled up in the wonderful blankets of his bed and quite warm. Though he had never managed to stay awake for when Santa arrived, this time he was determined. He wanted to see her in the middle of her work, to see her glance over at him and giggle and raise a finger to her lips to hush him before he could say anything. He wanted to share that little secret between them, a tiny step to bring them closer together. It was a foolish, silly hope, an idea that only a child would come up with, but so he was. 

	Staying up for his vigil was easier than he expected. Perhaps he had simply gotten old enough, or perhaps it was something he had eaten. Regardless, though it felt like eternity as he waited, not once did any sort of drowsiness come to him, and he stared up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling with a giddy sort of contentment. 

	The muffled jingling of bells and sudden repetitive thumping on the roof broke Danny out of his reverie, and he froze, the excitement at what was about to happen too much for him to handle. There was silence for a few moments, and then he heard someone walking around the house very quietly, and realized he should get out of bed and go see Santa. But the moment that occurred to him, he found himself unable to move. Anxiety, fear, even dread at the idea of somehow screwing up or catching the woman at the wrong time and being yelled at rushed through his mind, even though it was silly. Even though even he could tell it was a baseless fear, it paralyzed him, and the footsteps faded away, and he gulped, ready to cry. He had missed his chance. 

	But then, to his surprise, without any warning, his door slowly opened up, a red-gloved hand grasping it as it swung open. Danny’s heart skipped a beat as a very familiar face appeared in the doorway. It was Santa, wearing the thick red suit that kept her warm in the cold skies of winter. She held up a finger to her lips and trotted inside his room, shutting the door behind her as carefully as she had opened it. Not a single stray noise was made, not creaking from the floor nor from the door’s hinges. It was a masterful movement, almost supernaturally perfect. And then, with a quiet sigh, the woman with the beautiful face pulled the red hat off of her head, shaking out her long, moonlight-white locks of hair that hung down to her shoulders. 

	Danny could only stare in awe at her beauty, not sure if he was actually dreaming or not. There was no way Santa herself would come to his room, he told himself, but before he knew it, she had turned to face him, a small, friendly smile on her lips. “Daniel Krovotz,” she said, not a query but a statement. She knew his name. His heart skipped again, an unreal feeling spreading out through his chest. 

	“Y-yes ma’am?” he squeaked, confused and still considering the possibility that it was a dream. Her smile widened a little.

	“You left the milk and cookies out, right? Thank you,” she said, pulling one of her thick gloves off and brushing out some of her hair with her fingers. 

	“How did you know?” the elf boy asked, producing the first words that sprang to mind and instantly regretting such a dumb question.

	“I’m Santa Klausa. I always know. You’ve been a very good boy, Danny,” she said, her other glove coming off. 

	“I have?” he asked, again feeling embarrassed by his own silliness.

	“Oh yes, you most certainly have. You’ve never asked for anything for Christmas, Danny. Why is that?” she asked, taking off one of her boots. 

	“Uhm, well, the only thing I ever wanted is something I can’t ever get,” the boy said, oblivious to the fact that his idol was seriously taking off more than just the casual comfort stuff for pleasant conversation indoors. 

	“And what is that?” Santa asked, removing her other boot.

	“Well, uhm, begging your pardon, ma’am, but… you,” Danny said. He felt his cheeks redden instantly as he said it, realizing he had just confessed to the woman of his dreams even though he had sworn never to tell anyone about it, as if some sort of otherworldly compulsion forced him to say it. But Santa did not need to hear it. Santa always knew what everyone really wanted. The fact that she had bothered to ask the question meant she just wanted to hear it from him in words. Her smile deepened into a wild grin.

	“That’s cute. Super cute,” she said, her pants coming off, revealing her dark stockings. The boy only just then figured out that something fishy was going on. And his instincts were telling him that things were most likely going to end up very, very good for him. Though he did not intend it in the least, there was a slight stirring in his naughty bits, and a warm and gooey sensation of butterflies in his stomach. 

	Santa’s big and heavy coat stretched down to her knees, but when it came off, it revealed almost all of her body. Only a few articles of clothing remained – her red push-up bra that barely managed to contain her huge pillowy bosoms, her stockings, a red garter-belt, and a thin and tight, very tight red thong that had ridden up into her crotch, showing the outline of her slit to the boy with no regard for modesty in the least. Her hips were pleasantly wide, her thighs thick and healthy, her waist was thin, and all of her skin seemed flawless, not a single place on her body that did not exude sensuality. She watched his face grow even redder than before with a confident smirk, the tent that began to appear underneath the sheets of his bed drawing her eyes. 

	The elf instantly pushed the tent down with both hands, so ashamed that he couldn’t bear it. But to his surprise, the subject of his deepest desires did not frown or yell or run away. She stepped closer, walking to the foot of the bed, her eyes never leaving him even once. “Danny, you’re a very good boy, and I like good boys and good girls. I’m going to give you the thing you want most. I’m going to fuck you,” she said, as if using such language around children was normal. 

	“What?” Danny asked, his dim awareness of sex starting to awaken. His hands stopped trying to contain himself and the bulge under the sheets grew bigger and bigger and bigger as Santa watched with half-lidded eyes and a toothy grin. “B-but I’m just a kid!”

	“Kid, kids don’t have dicks like this,” the white-haired idol said, grabbing the sheets and tearing them off the bed to reveal his absurdly large erection. Elves were strange, magical creatures. Even as a child, Danny was larger than the vast majority of adult men. A bead of musky precum was forming at his tip, and the woman reached out and scooped it up with a finger, bringing it up to her lips and lapping it up with a devious smile at the boy. “Not bad. Not as good as cookies, but not bad.”

	“Uhm, uh, uhm…” Danny mumbled, unable to think of anything to say, and unable to take his eyes off of the unbelievably sexy woman before him. 

	“Shush, don’t worry, you don’t have to say or do anything. I’ll handle everything,” the breathtakingly beautiful dame said, reaching behind her back to unhook her bra, which came off in an instant, her vast gift bags jiggling ever-so-slightly as they hung free, round and stunning and profoundly erotic just to look at. The woman indicated for the boy to scoot to the edge of his bed, and she kneeled down in front of him, positioning her chest over his throbbing prick and taking it between her hefty breasts with a seductive smile. They were incredibly soft and inviting, a wondrous feeling that made his manhood twitch powerfully against her bust, making her giggle. 

	She grabbed her boobs and pressed them tightly together around his shaft, then began to slowly lift up and down, up and down, sliding his turgid column against her lush valley teasingly. Her breasts could cover just over half of his impressive length at once, the rest of his cock sticking out high past the crevice. Both of her tits were so heavenly soft, yet so tightly clasped around him, that his poor young senses were almost instantly overwhelmed by the red hot sensations traveling through his dick.  It felt hot, extremely hot, sweat pouring down the young one’s face as his balls surged upwards to pump his thick, creamy load out. Splurt after splurt of white splashed all over Santa’s neck, again and again, his first ejaculation proving to be quite the fireworks show even if it was quite early. But the white-haired sex goddess didn’t mind. She let him blow his load, watching him shake and shiver and groan uncontrollably and relishing in the sensation of his warm spunk dripping down her skin. 

	Just as Danny started to recover from the mind-shatteringly great orgasm, Santa suddenly started to titfuck him again, except this time it was all lubricated by his copious, warm semen. Though a normal human would suffer a refractory period, elves were quite strange and magical creatures. In an instant of this new, incredible sensation, his member was instantly hard again, if not harder than before, throbbing against her skin with youthful vitality. She grinned. Youth was so wonderful. As she bounced up and down, her breasts jiggling against his prick, the young one grunted and groaned, still no real discipline in him yet, but he could understand that he wanted to hold out as long as possible. 

	Unfortunately for him, Santa had no intentions of making that easy. This time she leaned her head down and wrapped her lips around his head, sucking and licking all around his tip with masterful skill. She stopped moving her whole body with her breasts over his length, and instead began to simply fondle herself around him, alternating between pressing her sex pillows together to rubbing them up and down and so on. With the slow, methodical oral, she was driving the poor boy insane, and her fantastic jugs around his base only accelerated that feeling.

	But poor little Danny could not hold himself back, and he desperately started to buck his hips up as fast as he could manage, swinging centimeters of his cock in and out of her mouth, thumping against the back of her throat again and again and again until the stimulation overwhelmed his poor mind once again, and his rock hard pillar spewed more seed like a geyser, dumping a huge load right into her mouth. She gulped every spurt down, allowing not a single drop to escape her lips, then popped off and grinned up at him as he panted weakly. “Not bad, kid. But let’s move onto the main course!”

	She stood up, revealing her soaked thong that had become even more transparent than before. The boy’s girth jerked hard again just staring at that incredible sight, and Santa giggled and pulled her underwear down, revealing her sopping wet mound that had only a neatly trimmed tuft of white hair at its crest. Without a word, she pushed the boy onto his back and climbed onto the bed over him, planting her stocking-covered legs on either side of him and slowly lowering her eager cunt onto his willing cock.

	She was so tight and wet that him entering her schlurped loudly, but both were too far gone in the haze of lust to care. The elf boy could only moan out loud as Santa’s hot, wet, experienced folds engulfed every centimeter of his length, slowly, tantalizingly working her way down until her labia met his pelvis and he was all the way inside, causing her to stifle a moan of her own by chewing her lip. She grabbed both of her breasts and started to grope herself as she slowly lifted and lowered herself upon him, taking the lead immediately. The boy could barely process the sensation of his pulsing shaft surrounded by such a velvety, rippling sensation, and once again started to weakly hump upwards into her with no regard to rhythm. 

	In just a few short minutes, his slightly improved stamina gave way and he once again came, but this time, it was inside the lusty woman, blasting stream after stream of his dense semen into her depths as she giggled and squirmed around him. After he ran dry again, the white-haired idol looked down at the boy beneath her, her hair glowing in the dim light of the room while her skin gleamed with the thin layer of sweat that had formed. Her eyes were half-lidded in that predatory way, a soft smile on her lush lips, her garterbelt accentuating the curves of her hips and the stockings providing that mature woman touch that perfected her beauty. Danny’s cock instantly hardened once more inside of her, before she could even start to pull off. Her smile got wider.

	“Oh, still ready for more? You’re a very good boy,” she whispered sensually, starting back up her downwards thrusts with a heavy and fast pace, intent on draining him completely at any cost. She rode him like that for so long that the elf boy lost track of the time, finally starting to grasp the art of sexual endurance, much to Santa's delight. "Oh, yes, you're so huge, I can barely stand it," she cooed, bending over him, her delicious, round breasts hanging in his face, bouncing up and down as her hips slid on his North Pole endlessly. "I can feel you hitting me so deep, it's wonderful!" she added, her voice picking up in volume and pitch along with her arousal. Her fingers trailed up the curves of her breasts, then further up her neck, reaching her hair, which she ran them through as she humped him over and over again. 

	The boy started bucking up into her again, but this time he managed to carefully time his thrusts with hers, matching her rhythm and driving himself as deep as possible every time she bounced downwards on him. She moaned, her passage rippling over him affectionately, his new skill quickly pushing her over the edge. She came, her folds clamping down on his shaft, instantly forcing him to erupt inside her again. And yet, even after all of this, he got hard again, and she gladly continued with him. 

	He could scarcely believe how great it felt, how perfect the sensation of busting his nuts into the coquettish woman again and again and again was. Every now and then she would stop riding him and pause, shaking with pleasure as an orgasm washed over her. Sometimes their climaxes would sync up, and he would cum way harder than normal as her insides milked him for all he was worth. Wet stains slowly spilled all over his bed, their passionate and primal coupling ruining his sheets completely.

	Gradually, over time, Danny’s endurance and skill improved, and so did the frequency of Santa’s orgasms. Again and again and again they fucked, like rabbits, no regard for time or fatigue. If Danny had been at all lucid, he might have realized that more hours had passed than were in the night to begin with, and even elves had a limit to how much they could have sex at any given time, but he was too young to know that. Santa’s magics were powerful, and it seemed such a blissful experience could last for all eternity. 

	“Aaah! Ah! Oh,” the boy moaned as his dick shot more and more ropey strands of his seed into the voluptuous woman before breaking right back into humping her in a frantic frenzy from behind. As always, that smug smirk never left her face, no matter how hard he fucked her, and part of him wished he could force her to scream in absolute abandon, but he understood there was still a long way for him to go. But the next time he came, even though he got hard again almost instantly, Santa pulled away from him and stood up, semen leaking from her vulva slowly as she pulled on her thong with a deep breath.

	“That was great, Daniel. Phenomenal. But my magic can only expand time for so long. All of this was just a second in the real world. I still have presents to deliver, so I can’t spend it all here with you, even as much as I’d like to. But remember, Christmas comes every year,” Santa Klausa said, leaning in and planting a kiss on the boy’s cheek. It felt strangely familiar for some reason. “I’m glad you learned how to stay up late enough to meet me properly for once. Now I don’t have to, er, charm you in your sleep, heeheehee,” she said with a wink and a smile that was not predatory or lustful, but almost happy. She grabbed her various clothes, tucked them under her arm, and walked out his door with swaying hips, semen trailing down her thighs, her monumental gift bags jiggling with every step. 

THE END?