Noel's Best X-Mas Ever - Chapter 2
by amy Mac for Ole Crannon
Posted - Nov 2021Warning: This story contains or may contain
descriptions of many explicit extreme and perverted sexual themes such as incest, pedo, bestiality and more. If
any of these will offend or upset you, please do not read this story.
Santa woke in a very bad mood which would quickly get much worse. He felt something in his ass hole. 'What the Fuck! ' he thought. He knew he'd taken his normal dump last night. The freaking Faeries insisted on licking his ass clean as they always did. He wondered if a Succubus or female damned soul could do that job. Maybe he'd find out someday.
He felt around his ass hole and did feel something. It wasn't shit, he knew that, so he grabbed the small part that extended from his ass and pulled. 'SON OF A BITCH!', he'd pulled out one of the smallest Faeries. The Faery was barely 9 inches tall, looked at Santa with a shit-eating grin and licked his lips. That sent Santa back to over the edge, moving his bad mood to white hot fury. He held the creature by its tiny green slipper with upturned toes and screamed for one of his Yeti guards. Instantly an 11 foot tall brown yeti burst into his room, ready for anything.
Santa tossed the 9 inch tall shit eating Faery to him and said, "Use this thing as a cock sleeve and fuck it to death. If it still insists on living, take it to your barracks and make it a sex toy for the whole legion."
Now the Yeti had dicks that averaged 15 to 24 inches in length and as big around as a two liter bottle. Twice or more the size of this Faery, but the damned Faeries were immortal and very stretchable. The Yeti said, "ARRGYUP" and immediately plunged his cock up and through the Faery. The Faery stretched and his head popped off his neck. He became but a well lubricated cock sleeve for the Yeti. Santa heard more Yeti running to his quarters as this one moved out, likely to the barracks. Santa knew the vile little creature would live, but he hoped he'd live in agony. Maybe he wasn't much different from his brother after all.
Then to make a day that began so badly, much worse, he heard the shrill screaming voice of his wife coming towards his rooms. He thought, 'Oh perfect', as she pushed past the Yeti and into his PRIVATE room. It took a few minutes for her incoherent loud screeching to make any sense. Santa now had a killing headache.
She screamed, "How dare you have your flea bitten hairy beasts keep me out of the stables. I had to let them fuck me and now I probably have fleas. I demand that you let me into the stables. My dear reindeer need me and I need them. You certainly have never satisfied me in any way."
Santa trying to remain calm said, "There are worse things than fleas that you could have. After all, I have you." Santa grinned inside as he watched his wife sputter, for once at a loss for words. He continued, "You know that tomorrow night is the great sleigh ride. I can't have you wearing out the reindeer team. Last year Blitzen could barely move and Comet wasn't much better. No, no reindeer for you until after Christmas!"
Mrs. Claus screamed, "But what am I suppose to do?"
Santa turned to the ranking Yeti and said, "Have some of your troops go round up 3 or 4 dozen moose, and a dozen or so large elk and put them in one of the unused stables. Build a new one if needed." The Yeti nodded and left. Santa turned to his wife and said, "There you go, you fat Cow. Plenty of Bull Moose and Bull Elks. That should satisfy your bestial nymphomania for a few days."
Mrs. Claus said, "I won't fuck a moose or an elk."
Santa cut her off saying, "You fat ugly twat, we all know you'd fuck an elephant if they'd live up here. I'm watching human technical genetics carefully. They are close to bringing back the Wooly Mammoth." Mrs. Claus started to scream again, then paused. Santa thought 'OMG she's actually trying to think.'
When she spoke again she was a bit calmer as she said, "Really? Please keep me informed on their progress. How big are moose and elk?"
Santa, appreciating her slightly less annoying voice, said, "I'm certain that they are both larger than reindeer." With that his horrid wife merely smiled, actually thanked him, and turned away.
Santa dressed with the annoying harassing help of the faggot elves. Had a large healthy bowl of porridge along with a rasher of bacon and headed for the stables. Of course he was accompanied by 5 or 6 of the Faeries. But these were the ones he could tolerate. They actually helped with his duties. They could get in to any home, through the smallest chimney, mail slot or even a crack. That was very helpful. He hitched up the team to his infinite capacity sled, and took them all out for a strenuous pre-Christmas Eve training run. The test wasn't really required as they had all been doing this for more than a thousand years and they all knew their jobs. But it got him out of the palace, away from his wife and the most annoying Faeries. Besides the fresh cold air might help his headache.
His brother's morning was very different. Satan woke with a stretch and a yawn. He'd had lovely dreams that still lingered in his mind. Ah, the dreams of outwardly pious women, nuns and others, suffering a forever gang bang by his hellhounds, various types of Demons and creatures that we have no name for was his favorite dream. It was particularly nice because it had always been one of his favorite torments. He really loved it when one of the pious sluts, slowly came to enjoy the rapes and torture. That was a tremendous win for him. Once in a while he even sent a few of those back to the human plane to entice others into those perversions, and hence add to his flock. They acted as a kind of sub succubus; few powers, just their love of their perversions.
He did a similar thing with male child rapists and killers. He saw nothing so terrible with what they did. After all, to the Lord of Darkness, children - well humans in general - were nothing but living sex toys anyway. However, to him who's name could not be spoken they were considered to be amongst the most vile of all humans, so they all came to him. Oh he punished them by having them raped and tortured for eons. Some of them, he eventually sent back to earth to recruit others to their style of desires.
Satan opened his eyes to the lovely sight of the childlike Baba Yaga still entertaining more of his wonderful hellhounds. It had clearly been going on the entire time that he slept. It was difficult to see Baba. It looked at first like his hounds were sexually assaulting a massive mound of their own ejaculate. That actually gave him an idea. He had lakes of fire and ice to torture souls in, why not a lake of cum. Those who found sex a terrible sin would have to eat and drink cum to stay afloat. Others might have to constantly masturbate to keep the lake full. They would do so until they quite literally wore their dicks down to bloody stumps. What a delightful idea. Something else to thank Baba Yaga for. She did deserve the promotion to Succubus, but not yet. He was still having too much fun with her.
He ordered the hounds away, and wished away the mound of cum, revealing Baba, somewhat the worse for wear. She was bleeding from thousands of cuts, slices and bites. Well, the hounds had sharp claws and when excited they did tend to nip their bitches.
She healed at Satan's will. He told her that she was welcome to rest for some time while he surveyed his domain. But he offered to let her join him on a brief tour if she wished. Wonderful, she wished to join him. A spiked collar appeared around her neck attached to a longish leash. She was grateful that he permitted her to walk upright. He almost regretted that decision. He was certain that her childlike body would look wonderful moving like a dog on a leash. Well he could always change his mind.
As moved along through his many domains, he held on to the cute Baba Yaga's leash. He called upon one of his key Demon's Abaddon, once called the king of the locusts. That was just silly in this day and age. Human pesticides had greatly reduced the human fear of locusts. Now he was more often called the Demon of the Bottomless Pit, equally silly but slightly more fear evocating. Abaddon appeared almost instantly. Satan informed him of the plan for a lake of cum and gave him some ideas of those souls who would most suffer from it.
Abaddon thought it was a wonderful idea. Well, his minions always thought his ideas were wonderful. That's why he wanted his brother Santa to serve as his assistant. Satan knew it was important to have someone who'd say that was a dumb ass idea and argue with him. He who must not be named didn't have anyone like that which, as far as Satan was concerned, was just more proof that he wasn't infallible.
The idiot Abaddon said, "My Great Lord of the Inferno, we can use the souls that are here for the sin of masturbation to fill the lake wearing their dicks down to bloody stumps."
Satan swung his forked tail and decapitated Abaddon. Damn another reason he needed his brother. It would be good to have someone else around with an actual brain. He said as Abaddon groveled and replaced his head, "You Dumb Fuck, 'HE' eliminated masturbation as a sin eons ago, everyone did it. We would have won long ago and we would be a hundred times more crowded than we are if that had remained a sin. Learn ALL the old sins that are no longer sins. There are thousands of them. You'll need help. Get one of the asses who invented computers or cell phones, or various programs to help you. They just wander around annoying other souls by their very existence. Now off with you."
Satan was in a foul mood after this encounter. He ordered Baba Yaga to her knees. She would move like the bitch she was for now. They turned and moved to his throne room. Before he could even lower himself to sit on his throne of bones, the same two Succubi appeared. He told them to play with his toy and show her around. He had to think. On earth it was the night before Christmas Eve. As the two started to walk away with Baba, he asked if they had arranged his present for his brother this night. They assured him that they had and she was perfect for the assignment.
Satan had expected nothing less, and waved them on their way. He'd call his brother on his 'me phone' later. Now the inventor of that device absolutely deserved the special torment that Satan had created for him and a few others. He served as a cell tower here in Hell. The flying demons, plus vultures and ravens perched on him, shit on him, picked out his eyes, and tore off every scrap of skin. Slowly, during the course of every day. Needless to say that pain was almost beyond belief. Every night he, even more painfully regenerated, but that had to be done, while he was forced to listen and read each days new complaints about the things he had created. Satan never felt the least bit sorry for him anymore than he did for the maker of the 'screens system', who suffered a very similar torment, but with insects, scorpions, spiders, fire ants and grounded demons instead.
(Dear readers, I suspect you know which two men I'm referencing, right? No way in Hell do I want those companies to target me, hence the careful way I refer to them. The only thing worse might be to use the 'Mouse King' as a damned soul character - hmm, maybe next year for him.)
Satan and Santa had many of the same basic talents or powers. Santa was able to tell everyone who was naughty or nice. Satan had the same talent, but he called it good or evil, sometimes damned or saved. Satan now used this talent to search out the young girl that his brother was counting on. He quickly learned of Noel White. Damn, his brother was far too optimistic. At times it seemed to approach stupidity. He'd picked a rich girl who lived in New York City. Very few cities provided him with as many souls as did the rotten apple. On a percentage basis, Las Vegas came close, but they had Junior High School courses in streetwalking. Actually Satan admired that school board for understanding the careers that so many of their students would aspire to, girls and boys. Perhaps the San Francisco schools with mandatory courses in make-up and cross-dressing for boys was catching up.
Damn and the wee girl's mother was an important Lawyer. Her father was... oh Wonderful... at this very moment sucking cocks through a glory hole in a low class porn bookstore. Satan checked deeper and found the mother was using a vibrator to masturbate while staring a photos of a partially black boxer. It's a good thing that miscegenation was no longer considered a sin. For a number of centuries he'd gotten some of his best innocent souls from that sin. He did love tormenting those he considered innocent. He who must not be named could be such a prig. If he didn't want humans to like sex, or have fun, why the Hell did he make it so much fun? He could have at least made the females have seasons like most creatures, but no, he made human women in constant heat.
Satan checked on the girl, Noel. Ah, all she really wanted for Christmas was a puppy. That seemed like pretty useless information until he saw she was using a stuffed toy dog as a way to rub her tiny little clit. Oh wonderful, he knew just how to handle this broken family. The father was already his. The mother would be very soon as would her daughter. He quickly summoned Cerberus, the pack leader of his untold thousands of Hellhounds. Cerberus arrived quickly, as expected. Cerberus was actually a good deal smarter than most of his demons, and quickly understood his Master's requirements. He indicated that he would find the perfect pack member, as well as arrange the temporary transformation of Satan's dog team.
As Cerberus was about to trot away, the two Succubi with Baba Yaga on leash returned. Baba looked much the worse from substantial wear and tear. Her child size body how had a torn and ripped open bloody twat that was big enough to use bowling balls as Ben Wa balls. Satan just looked at his Succubi. The one with dark hair grinned and said, "My Lord of Lost Hopes, she wanted to meet some of your dragons. They liked her. At least the first dozen did. We decided that she could meet the others some other time."
Satan said, "Yes, of course." He waved his hand and she was back to her undamaged child like self, an adorable one thousand plus year old in a seven year old innocent beauty body. He introduced her to Cerberus as one who would soon be promoted to Succubus. He then told her to get on her knees and say hello to the pack leader of the Hellhounds properly.
Baba dropped to her knees and forearms instantly, preparing to be mounted. Cerberus snarled at her and knocked her on to her back with one of his three heads. He then stepped over her young appearing body and presented his sheath covered cock to her tiny mouth. Baba promptly went to work, first arousing Cerberus so his massive dog like dick, but with spikes, emerged from the scale, covered sheath. Cerberus had the skin of a snake, as well as the tails of a pit viper. Baba would soon discover that not only was his tongue forked, but so was his cock. He could penetrate cunt and ass at the same time, and he always did. Only one fork of his cock came out now, and Baba ripped her mouth open as she took it's pointed head into her very experience oral cavity.
Satan and the two Succubi relaxed and enjoyed the show. It was always a pleasure to watch Cerberus at work, whether fucking or tearing something to shreds. While they watched, the dark haired one sat on Satan's lap, her pussy inhaling his cock. The blond got between their legs and licked her pussy and Satan's cock.
Baba Yaga was now finding out that, while she had great oral skills, Cerberus didn't have a normal cock. Not even a normal dog cock. It grew to enormous girth and actually pushed all of her teeth out before breaking her jaw on both side. It also grew to an amazing length. The bone in a dog's cock made it impossible to curve down her throat. But that didn't bother Cerberus, he merely pushed through her throat and out the back of her head. When his massive knot formed, it deformed her entire head, crushing her nose and eyes from the inside. When he came, he pulled his cock back into her ruined throat so that his cum went straight down her to her gullet. His scalding hot cum filled her stomach, as well as her intestines and colon. Soon his cum was gushing out of her asshole. Since the lower half of her previously sweet innocent face was now missing, Cerberus had no problem removing his enormous knot from what had been a mouth. Cerberus glanced up at his Master Satan, who said, "You can show her how good you fuck some other time. For now go about your duties". Cerberus wagged his three viper tails and bounded away.
Satan turned to the ruined young girl child at his feet, waved his hand and she was fully restored, to her winsome innocent normal condition. He asked, "Well Baba, how did you like your first encounter with Cerberus?"
Baba looked at Satan for an instant, then cast her look down, and said, "It was an informative and interesting experience, and very different from last night's hellhounds."
Satan replied, "Yes, Cerberus is unique, and he may be my smartest minion, at least as smart as the Succubi. Now go to my chambers, I'll be along before long." Baba hurried to comply.
Satan stood, dumping the two Succubi on their asses. He told them, "Since a not quite yet Succubi couldn't take care of all my dragons, I believe you should each go and take care of two dozen of them, and don't heal yourselves. I'll probably do that in the morning. You should have remembered that Baba will soon be an important member of your legion. I'm tempted to notify Lilith about your behavior to one who will soon be part of your host." With that the two beauties turned and reluctantly moved away towards there own punishments. Even if you are self healing, getting fucked by Dragons who were huge and not known to be gentle, just wasn't fun. But truthfully they were more concerned about losing their place as Satan's current favorites.
As Satan moved back to his quarters he summoned the Incubus who was the leader of his rape gangs. The Incubus appeared in his glory, and bowed to his Lord Satan. "My most honored Dark Lord, how may I be of service to you this day."
Satan disliked these creatures, the Incubi. They would rather rape a male than a female. Satan thought that was disgusting. They reminded him of his brother's damned Faeries. But they did serve a purpose when they did rape women or girls. They always left them pregnant with children who would at first seem stillborn, but would all grow and spread sexual excess and perversion, eventually becoming Succubi or incubi themselves. Satan asked if he had a rape gang working in the South Central Park area of New York City.
The nameless Incubus said, "No my Lord, but I have a new unit just beginning in the SoHo area, would they suffice? They have great potential. They are led by an African who raped and impregnated over 1,000 women and most of them were children during some tribal warfare there. He was trying to eliminate others' tribes by having him and his large band breed them out of existence. They would kill male captives and gang rape all females, holding them until they were pregnant. Some were too young, so stayed as sex slaves for years before getting pregnant and being released. He loved his 'work' others of his war band did, raping only because it was required for their own survival. He was a tortured soul here for over five hundred earth years. You only assigned him to me a decade or so ago, but he has been quite successful."
Satan said that should be fine, he told the incubus to go to Earth and personally supervise them for a few days. They were to move to an area near where Noel and her mother lived. "This very night, I want at least a dozen rapes in that area, girl children between 9 and 14. Regardless of age, you personally will make sure they become pregnant. Oh, perhaps a third of them should then be tortured and left for dead. I want maximum publicity of the vile nature of these gang rapes at once. So make sure that crime scene photos and details of the crimes reach all the press as soon as possible. You will not enjoy your existence, should you fail me."
The Incubus, nodded his head and said, "It shall be done my Lord of Pain and Suffering." Satan waved him away and he vanished. Satan thought as he approached his quarters, 'Now some more pleasant tasks'.
When Satan entered his bedchamber, he was very pleased to see the old witch Baba Yaga, in her very young body kneeling along side his bed. He sat and summoned his 'me phone' as Baba crawled to him and removed the heavy boots from his cloven feet. She rubbed and licked his hooves, as he again summoned his 'me phone'. When it again failed to appear promptly, he cursed and thought, 'Those damn devices have as many fucking glitches as the thrice damned 'Orange Computers', and the cursed screen programs.'
He felt a bit better as he sent his dragons a mental command to torment the cell tower creators of those damned devices. Those two terrible damned souls would tomorrow suffer a new torment. Not even the gayest Demon or damned soul in all his domains enjoyed being butt fucked by a series of 30 to 60 foot long flame breathing dragons. But his phone finally appeared with a new crack in it's screen and a notice that a 'Mandatory update was required.' FUCK!!! Only the fact that Baba had somehow gotten his entire left hoof in her mouth and was doing intriguing things with her tongue, kept him from smashing the damn thing against a wall. He sent a follow up message to Smaug, the leaders of his dragons, to make that a regular torment, but not a predictable one. Oh, nice, Baba was now working on his right hoof, and running her small hands up his tired legs. The old bitch witch was resilient. He knew she'd be a wonderful Succubus.
He finally got the fucking phone to work and called his brother. Oh, he could have just gone mind to mind with him, but long ago they had mutually decided that was a violation of respect, and should only be used in case of a real emergency. Satan and his brother Santa had almost everything in common and were really quite friendly. Their only major disagreement had been the rebellion that Satan had led so very long ago. Santa had refused to take sides and remained on the fence. To he who could not be named, that was almost but not quite as bad. While Satan had been doomed to rule Hell, which was really usually a lot of fun, Santa had merely been doomed to remain on Earth, performing various tasks, until he'd gotten the gig of St. Nicholas. No one really even remembered St. Nicholas anymore so he'd gradually gone back to his own name. He was really convinced that his brother would be happier working with him. Perhaps not jolly, but happy.
When Santa finally picked up, Satan could hear the reindeer snorting, so he knew his brother was in the stable. "Hello Santa brother. You getting those deer ready for you're big ride tomorrow night?"
Santa replied, "Oh they're always ready, unless that fat ugly bitch that I have to be married to has worn them out fucking them half to death. I banned her from the stables until after the big run, and the dumb slut went ballistic on me. I had to send out the Yeti to round up a few dozen moose and a dozen elk for her. Flying in just now I could see a few dead moose and elk just laying around. The Idiot cum dump clearly forgot that the reindeer are immortal, wild moose and elk aren't."
Satan laughed and said, "Well brother, when you finally lose and come work with me, we'll get someone to add a new verse to one of the songs or stories about you that explains that Christmas ended because Mrs. Claus fucked the reindeer to death. It will certainly be a bigger hit than the one about you running over somebodies Grandmother."
Santa roared with laughter, then got a bit serious and said, "Satan my brother, we spoke of what would happen to my reindeer, the Yeti, and even the little fucking faggot faeries, but whatever will happen with that tub of reindeer sperm I'm married to, should I lose the bet to you. He will allow the marriage to end, but not my responsibility for the old bitch. Now I don't plan to lose, but I can see that things have been trending your way for the last century. You know your domains, I'm not even permitted to visit there. So I ask, even though we both despise the horrid woman, for you to give it some thought."
Satan said, "Hmmm, well my dear brother, off the top of my horns, my first thought is she could be made the being in charge of keeping the Hellhounds satisfied. Since she's immortal, they can't fuck her to death, and she's self healing, that might be a good match. Oh yeah and their cocks are bigger than your deer. Since we'll be together to see your little Noel, are you sure she's still on your nice list? Would you like me to bring along an extra Hell hound for her to play with while we go to New York?"
Santa said, "You're bringing your dog team and sled. I thought we'd ride together from here. Those Hellhounds will be pretty damned conspicuous in New York."
Satan quickly said, "Naw, I'll have them all well behaved and looking like a dog team of Alaskan Malamutes, and they have some snow in the City this year. I'll just look like another quirky New Yorker." Satan went on, "Oh, I called mainly to tell you that I sent you an early present. It should be in your private quarters."
Santa said, "Well thank you, but if it's in my not so private quarters, the damn Faeries have likely taken it apart by now."
Satan interjected, "I think it will be fine."
Santa said, "We'll see. Oh and go on and bring that extra hound, if it's no problem. Goodnight brother."
Satan said, "Goodnight brother," and the call ended. With the end of that call, Satan was ready to call it a full day and relax with his toy. But first he made mental contact with Cerberus, informing him to include two more extra Hellhounds on the trip to Santa's palace tomorrow night and that they would be left there for awhile to entertain the hideous Mrs. Claus and they alone could keep their normal appearance. Cerberus, himself would of lead the sled team, disguised as a large Malamute as was the rest of the team, and of course the special one that would be on a long term assignment in the city.
Well, it seemed as if Baba Yaga had had an even fuller day. It's impossible to get fucked by a dozen of his Dragons and not consider it a VERY full day. Baba had somehow eased her way into Satan's lap, and now had her 'child's' mouth working on his massive, ridged and spiked cock. Satan appreciated her efforts. He held the thousand year old witch in his arms, carried her child's body to his bed and tossed her there. Then he fell on top of her so his cock entered her prepubescent pussy. A few strokes and he came, his cum almost boiling. Baba Yaga sighed with contentment and eased out from beneath his enormous weight. She might have the body of a 7 or 8 year old child, but she had the strength and stamina of a minor demon. Satan was already sleeping as she curled into his embrace and smiled. Her smile would have been even larger if she'd known how few beings of any type had ever shared his bed for a full night. She'd been patient for two hundred plus years as a living witch, plus almost a thousand years as a minor Demon. Now she hopped that less than five hundred years from now, she'd accomplish her longed planned goal and really become Satan's consort in Hell.
Santa wondered what on Earth Satan had gotten him, and how he had managed to get it into his private quarters. And if it had survived the thrice damned Faeries. He finished with the reindeer, reminded the Yeti guards that his disgusting wife was to be stopped from entering the stables at any cost. As he trudged through the snow to his palace, Santa knew his day was almost over and tomorrow was the day before Christmas. He need only make a brief unpleasant stop for the mandatory goodnight kiss with his disgusting wife. Followed by a short walk to his private chambers, endure the horrid dealings with the damn Faeries and he'd be able to sleep. Tomorrow was, after all, the most important day and night of the year for him. He believed he'd take a look at whatever his brother gift was tomorrow as he needed rest.
As he stepped into his wife's quarters, the stench was almost enough to make his eyes water. The sight was almost enough to make him tear out his own eyes. His wife was lying on her bed naked. She was caked with cum. Well, at least he couldn't see her rolls of flab. But damnation, her monstrous twat was on full display. He had the ghastly thought that his entire head, beard included, could fit in that fuck hole without touching the sides. He shuddered at that thought. What seemed to be a virtual army of the smallest faeries where waking upright into her gash. Others were staggering out with bellies bloated with cum they had consumed in attempting to cleaning her. Slightly larger faeries were all over her body trying to lick her pasty skin clean of cum, which he presumed was from many now dead moose and elk, and still living Yeti. It really annoyed him that the dumb cunt, hadn't had a real bath in close to a thousand years; she was quite satisfied with being licked clean by the cum eating Faeries. For hundreds of years she had tried to hide her bestiality. Now she was throwing it in his face.
Santa cursed he who could not be named for forcing this existence upon him because he refused to take up arms against his brother's rebellion. How could brotherly love be such a crime, against 'HIM'. It was not just. For the very first time he began to think that he should have joined his brother in the rebellion. It had been a close fought war, perhaps his powers could have changed the outcome.
Santa asked, "Well wife, did you fuck all the moose and elk to death?"
She stirred, opened her cum impacted mouth, spat out several huge balls of congealed cum before she could speak. "Those creatures are far too delicate husband. All the elk died and most of the moose, but your Yeti brought me more of them and assisted them in providing my satisfaction. Tomorrow I will go back to the dear reindeer."
Santa SHOUTED, "NO YOU WILL NOT! You'll settle for Yeti tomorrow, and I'll have something special and different for you fairly early tomorrow on Christmas Eve." By now Santa had moved close enough to the putrid pile of cum covered wife that he spotted a place near a shoulder where the layers of cum were missing or at least thinner. He quickly touched his lips to that spot to provide the required goodnight kiss and said, "Goodnight wife," as he quickly fled the room.
Wiping his soiled mouth, Santa moved down to his own rooms. Santa was concerned. His Yeti guards at the door didn't wear their normal dour expressions. Damn, they seemed to be smiling. To a human seeing a Yeti smile would be a horrifying experience. All those long sharp, discolored teeth were on full display. Humans had actually died just from seeing that smile. That actually accounted for a significant percentage of the deaths on the slopes of Everest, other mountains and northern woodlands. Santa wasn't concerned as they had been his servants, guards, and enforcers for thousands of years. He'd seen them smile at few other times, usually when he gave them something or someone to dismember and devour. But this clearly had another cause. What had his brother sent him?
He opened the door to his private chambers, and while looking back at the Yeti, stepped into his rooms. Fuck, his right foot slid out from under him. He'd stepped in something slippery. Now sitting on his butt after his undignified entrance he saw that he'd stepped in the mutilated, gory remains of one of the Faeries. From his position on the floor he quickly looked around. 'HOLY FUCKING MISTLETOE!'. Remnants of mutilated Faeries littered his floor, and the little buggers did not seem to be regenerating as they usually would. He did spot one wee little faery peaking out from beneath his bed, with a terrified expression on his face.
Swoosh, like a cobra striking a lovely pale arm swooped down and grabbed the Faery, pulling it up to and above the surface of his bed. Santa's gaze followed the creature as it was pulled up. A soundless scream was evident on it's face. The arm continued raising the faery past a pair of beautiful slender legs, adorned with very high-heeled shoes and sheer black stockings that ended not far above the most sexy knees Santa had seen since the old days when he'd been converting pagans to the religion of the cross. Long before the stupid rule about holy men being celibate began, and even the concept of monogamy was laughed at where he was, in what is now modern day Turkey. Where the stockings ended, the creamy white flesh of the thighs began. The Damned Faery forgotten, Santa followed the naked skin of those incredible thighs, all the way up, until at the very last inch or two an extremely short skirt of what looked like liquid gold obscured the promised land, of what he was certain was a most beautiful pussy. Still the arm moved up past a very lovely torso, toned but with the perfect amount of cushion to avoid a masculine 6 pack. No fabric covered that area. Next his vision landed on more of the golden fabric, that covered the quite large breasts of this beauty. She continued to raise the faery past her swan like neck, brought it close to her childlike face. She appeared to be 13, 14 or perhaps as old as 15 to Santa. He was completely entranced by the overwhelming beauty of this being. Then she calmly bit off the head of the Faery. She swallowed the head whole, as easily as his wife ate bonbons or congealed balls of reindeer cum.
She spoke for the first time, her voice musical with the unspoken promise of unimaginable delights. "Oh Great Lord of this frozen domain, would you care for a drumstick? The rest of these things is just not worth the trouble of eating." With that she pulled off and ate first one leg and then the other, then tossed the remaining carcass into a pile of similar faerie remains. Well, digesting their heads would certainly explain why the vile little buggers weren't regenerating. Then Santa noticed the adorable tiny wings arising to barely above her head and shoulders. They were almost hidden by a mane of golden hair, with a small tiara perched on top of that head. She neatly chewed on the faery leg as she stared at him with interest.
Santa regained his voice and asked, "Who are you girl, how did you get here, how did you get past my guards, why did you kill my servants? Not that I mind their deaths."
The vision of loveliness said, "My. So many questions." As she rose from his bed, Santa observed that all that beauty was packed in a body less than 5 feet tall. More likely, she was a mere 4 foot 9. She could, minus the wings, pass for the most beautiful Middle School cheerleader. One who would attract crowds by just standing still, but she was moving towards him now with erotic grace. She spoke again and touched his chest. She said, "Great Lord of this Cold Frozen Domain, as I have dispatched your normal body servants, please sit and allow my humble self to assist you in disrobing." With surprising strength she pushed him back into his chair. She said, "I'm responsible for the mess that made you slip as you entered. You may, of course, punish me in ANY way you choose, from spanking to beheading. I am yours to do with as you see fit. Do you wish to punish me now, or shall I continue preparing you for your night of rest first, and continue to answer your questions?"
Santa looked down at this vision between his legs, No 'sugar plum faery' could ever look that good. He was awestruck. He mumbled, "Continue, for now."
The vision of loveliness, looked up at him and said as her dainty forked tongue came out and licked her luscious full lips, "As you will it, it shall be done, Great Lord of the Snow." Her delicate looking, but very strong hands removed first one of his fur-lined boots, the right one. She purred, "My Lord of the Great White North, this is the one that my thoughtlessness caused to become messy with the putrid remains of one of your tiny servants. Please permit this unworthy one to clean your famous footwear." She brought the soiled boot sole to her mouth, her amazingly long forked tongue struck out and she began to lick the boot sole clean of the nasty remains of at least one of the Faeries. She placed that boot carefully aside then removed the other. She studied that sole as well, and her tongue shot out a few times. Santa could not help but wonder what else that tongue could accomplish. He felt his mighty north pole stiffen, grow and harden.
Finally she sat the boot aside, removed his stockings, rose and hung them by the chimney with care. She returned to her kneeling position between his legs and began to massage his feet using strong tiny childlike hands and her most amazing tongue. Santa was dearly hoping that Saint Nicolas soon would cum here. His feet felt wonderful. She looked up at him with a twinkling yet sultry grin, and said, "If my Great Lord would rise, I will remove your outer garments."
Santa rose, and as she began to release his wide black belt, he said, "These are not just garments they are part of cursed persona that I'm forced to endure. Now answer my prior questions while you disrobe me, you sultry young minx."
Pausing briefly in her work, laying a finger along side her nose she replied, "Who I am is a gift from your brother, My Lord of the Underworld. I arrived in the hall outside your chambers, via The Dark Lord's power. I neither know nor understand his powers or yours, My Lord of Brightness. Your great furry guards are fearsome indeed, but also perceptive. They knew in an instant I was there just for thee, and that I was nothing to dread. They threw open your door and ushered me in. Your small servants attacked me without cause or warning. After quickly dispatching the first dozen or so, your Mighty guards laughed and shook their plump bellies, like bowls full of jelly. Then they left me alone, knowing I had nothing to fear. I dispatched more of the little Faery servants as they appeared. My Lord Satan had given me permission and encouragement to do so. But now, Great Lord Santa, I am yours. If killing those creatures is to you a crime, please do with me what you will, as I am now yours and yours alone. I believe that answers all of your asked questions. However, my Great Lord, I believe you wish to know what I am, do you not?"
Santa nodded yes. She then went on, "Great Lord of the Northern Lights, I am a Succubus, with all the powers and needs that entails. I am to serve you in any way as long as you wish, be it just this night or a million nights. I do need to feed on human sexual energy once perhaps twice a week. As you have no humans here, that will require short trips to human population centers, but no such trip should take much longer than an hour. I am quite accomplished at enticing men to partake of my charms. Furthermore I will drain no human dry, while in your service."
She finally finished removing Santa's outer garments, revealing his tight toned muscular body. She gasped and said, "My Great and Powerful Lord, you exceed all expectations. It will truly be a pleasure to serve and service you. I know this is a very short rest period for you, as your longest night begins early in the Pacific Islands, constantly following the onset of Christmas in each time zone. While I would wish to provide you pleasure unknown this night, I will understand if you would prefer to merely rest."
Continued in Part 3This story was first published on White Productions member site.
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