Eeping Warm

Twas the night before Christmas

and

all through the workshop

not a creature was stirring

not even a dom-top...

Magic the Elf flitted across the floor filled with a christmassy spring going about their work. The most wonderful time of the year was fast approaching and Magic went about making their toys with loving care, always placing their best tiny foot forward for the glory of Santa. Magic had stuffed teddy bears, assembled bikes and put together all kinds of treats for Father Christmas to give on the big day.

Father Christmas loved all his elves dearly, treasured each one from the crowns of their cute little heads to the tip-toes of their pointy feet. He watched them work with such pride, giving them hot chocolate and cuddles every single day. But a man that is so generous gets lonely himself when Mrs Clause gets busy with all of the cooking. Not that he could tell anybody, but, Father Christmas - friend to all - was feeling neglected. Deep down he knew he mustn't let the elves know.

The end of another successful day of production drew to an end. Giving themselves a little clap after clearing the toy making bench most of them ran into the snow to begin their evenings of merriment.

Uncharacteristically Father Christmas seemed depressed.

One Elf noticed that Santa was roaming around the workshop with less joviality than usual, Magic loved the guy in the big red suit nearly as much as December 25th itself. It occurred to Magic that they must cheer up Santa themself. Determined to show the festive love before the big day. This plucky young elf decided to go to the secret toy making room to spy on Father Christmas.

He paced about feeling useless, his natural condition was putting toys under the tree and without this Father Christmas had grown flat. He felt an exile in his own marriage, unable to find his Christmas spirit. Looking at his elves amazing work around the workshop he saw it and still felt flat. Wondering what was wrong with him he gazed at an intricately carved rocking horse and realised that he was nothing without his elves. Ennui weighed him down, a sense of coldness permeated his usually warm heart. He was compelled to sit and sigh.

Magic saw this and shook their head "NO!" their conscience squeaked. Magic looked and saw something must be done and now. They knew one thing and that was mood lighting can solve anything.

Santa sat despairing. Magic dimmed the lights.

Quickly pinching their cheeks and stretching their muscles Magic was prepared to cheer up Father Christmas. They put their best pointy foot forward and strutted towards Santas fluffy chair, queueing the sexy christmasy music. It was time to strip, just to put a smile on his face.

Magic extended a leg to capture attention, Santa noticed the little leg peeking out of the special toy room and went to stand wondering what was going on. Magic then sexily strutted out, he was so shook he had to retake his seat, this precipitated a cartwheel in time with the music. Landing perfectly Magic shook their little tush to cheer Santa up.

Slinking over, so began the strip tease. First the hat came off and then Magic got down to removing the tunic slowly wiggling at the same time they took it off exposing their titties. Father Christmases jaw dropped to the floor, encouraging Magic to remove their bottoms. Now only in slinky underwear Magic made their way onto Santa's lap and began to grind on him. They gave a cheeky elfish peck on the cheek and their little hands made their way into Santa's pants. Then Magic performed a backbend onto their naughty little knees and took out the cock that every home entertains but never sees.

Before you could say Candy Canes Magic was sucking it. Mrs Clause entered, seemingly sympathetic to her husband's plight she saw Magic performing fellatio and rubbed the little elf's head gratefully. She then sunk to her knees and made her way to the Magic in Magic's tiny thong. Mrs Clause licked it much to Magic's surprise, so shocked they were her head bounced right off Santa's cock and the elf let out a high pitched squeal of joy from the warmth of the tongue on their pussy.

Father Christmas chuckled at this and watched as his elf was rewarded for being so caring towards him. When finished Mrs Clause kissed Magic where they lay on the floor in front of the Father of Christmas, who looked down on them fondly.

He had plans for Mrs Clause later, but before moving on he let out a

"Ho Ho Ho..."

In delight and made the suggestion

"...Shall I make us some hot chocolate"

Magic and Mrs Clause hugged and nodded with glee.