I know it's a bit late for a holiday themed story, but it's still winter, damnit.
So here's a story that for once
isn't
based around non-consent.
Contains: M/F, oral sex, big size difference, or "size play", and cute, hot fluff. Proceed only if you are okay with these things. Otherwise, enjoy!
He wakes up in bed
Lust fogs up his head
For a creature was stirring, - making a fuss
He scratches himself, his hair all a muss
It's Christmas morning, just to be clear
And it's awfully early, although no clock is near
The man stretched, stroking his morning wood. He heard a faint tinkle, shortly thereafter realizing that this was the noise that woke him. He rose from bed with a yawn, deciding to investigate, silently making his way to his living room. As for what he saw, he wasn't quite prepared for. He stood there, head tilted to the side in disbelief and wonder. Under his Christmas tree, amongst all the other colourful packaging he had acquired during the holiday months was a tiny little girl -- an elf with her wrists and ankles dexterously yet neatly bound together, hogtied with golden ribbon -- naked as the day she was born.
She looked at him wide-eyed and a little whimper came from her mouth that was also bound and presumably gagged. She mewled again and struggled, causing the tree to sway ominously, fake snow falling onto her distressed, elfin face. An ornament fell as the tree jingled again, shattering on his wood floors. This seemed to snap the young man out of it, and he needlessly looked around his flat to make sure that he was alone and his blinds and curtains shut.
Overwhelmed, he approached her tentatively as if she would disappear like a dream - eyes roving across her body hungrily. Sensuous curls draped across her bare shoulders and back, covering her proportionally pleasantly sized breasts. She was shaped exactly like a woman -- a perfect miniature of a nineteen year old or so right down to her dark little eye lashes. The only difference was her long, pointed ears.
"Hlllmmmpphhhh..." she said again, eyes pleading.
He ignored her then, and slowly leaned down to examine her more closely, his cock already swelling with excitement and apprehension.
A little tag was attached to the ribbons at her feet.
"TO: E. S."
A slow grin spread across his face.
Well, he wasn't going to let a perfectly good present go to waste, he thought. With that, he hoisted the girl onto his shoulder and carried her back to his room. Dropping his squirming parcel onto the bed, he checked his nightstand's clock; it's early, but it was Christmas morn, so why shouldn't he be able to begin unwrapping his gifts...? Turning back around, the expression he was wearing must've been one that wasn't terribly comforting, for the girl's eyes widened and she began to struggle and cry. He leaned in and she froze, swallowing dryly and quailing under his lusty gaze. Oh what had she done to deserve this? Why would Santa send
her
to a full grown man on the naughty list? The tall man interrupted her thoughts,
"My, my it looks like this is my lucky day! Ol' Saint Nick really does know how to get a man exactly what he wants!"
To her relief, he untied the ribbon around her mouth, jaw aching. She spat it away, also expelling a small stocking that had been lodged in her mouth for who knows how long. The tiny thing began babbling at once, speaking in a strange accent that sounded like a musical combination of British and Slavic. It strangely reminded him of the tinkling of bells:
"This is a
mistake!
I wasn't supposed to be sent here! Let me go, I need to get back home, I need to get homeee-", she said, tears springing from her eyes just as quickly as the poured out her words. Ethan, not knowing what else to do, placed a large hand over her mouth.
"Shhhhhhhh. It's okaaaaaay."
He waited until she seemed to be done crying before slowly lowering his hand. She sniffed as he began to untie her legs.
"T-thank you sir... so kind...
"I just don't understand what happened... I'm not a toy...."
Ethan smirked inwardly at this, begging to differ as he worked at undoing the central knot. When he was done he sat up again, and instantly felt something like shame. She looked at him as if he had all the answers, shivering and looking pitifully confused and terrified in this foreign place. God, she was adorable...
"Don't worry, dear. I'll treat you well."
He began to stroke her umber curls, making low mming noises. She didn't seem to notice, and had her knees up to her chest and arms wrapped around them defensively, head down and facing the other way. She nodded gratefully, still trembling.
"You look so tired and cold! Why don't we warm up so you can calm down?"
She looked up and smiled weakly -- but still a smile nevertheless. All she could think about was
sweet peppermint tea or hot chocolate with warm blankets and reindeer fur. She nodded politely, tentatively.
"It's a long way from the north pole. It must have been a while since you've had a nice warm shower..."
Evidently she wasn't as naïve as he thought, for she tightened her upright fetal position and wrapped her hands around her soft little breasts he so badly desired to see.
"Heyyyy. You'll like it, I promise."
She glanced nervously at the curious tent in his boxers, but didn't seem to know what to make of it.
"O-okay..."
He guided her across the hall into the adjacent bathroom. The squeak of the faucet and warm steam that began to build across the colorful tiles and glass doors made her a bit more comfortable. She glanced behind her and was also happy to see Ethan a meter or so behind her, trying not to seem interested. She stepped inside, drawing snowmen and polar bears on the glass and felt overcome with homesickness yet again. She turned to see Ethan kicking off his festive candy cane boxers and closing the door behind him, stepping inside behind her.
"Woah, wait- nn..."
She blushed fiercely and backed into the furthest wall. Judging by his casual demeanor, she supposed that this was a regular thing... that and the thick, swollen looking appendage that throbbed between his legs. She dismissed it uncomfortably, supposing that it was just another weird difference in human and elf anatomy. While she went through this internal conflict over Ethan's presence, he simply stood, eyes closed in the stream of steamy water. He opened an eye to see the girl's expression.
"What's wrong? Water too hot...?"
"N-no, the temperature's lovely..."
She stood there, face pointed at her feet as he regarded her curiously. When it was obvious he was waiting for an answer, she finally said, "I'm just not used to this... in the North Pole boys and girls don't shower t-together... I don't think..."
The longer his gaze lasted, the more she became aware of how big he was compared to her, for her face barely reached past his bellybutton.
"You've never seen a boy naked before, have you?"
She shook her head, blushing again, absently working conditioner into her wet hair. He laughed shortly, "Aw, that's cute... Oh, here, let me help..."
He took one of several loofahs from the wall, paused, deciding which of many soaps to use. He chose a minty one, attempting to find something comforting and familiar. Working up a bunch of suds, he began washing her back.
The girl just stood there, docile but awkward, for she also hadn't been helped with bathing since she was very young... She nearly protested, but figured it would be rude to deny help. Her back tingled with tension, feeling as though he would do something nasty to her... She felt increasingly nervous no
matter how hard she tried to calm down. She nearly slipped when she felt his hands on her sides, but he meant no harm.
Ethan simply turned her around, kind but clever hazel eyes meeting hers with an expression she supposed was meant to be soothing. He gently pulled her arms from around her chest where she had been clenching them all this time and pulled them up toward him to their furthest length, washing them too. He knelt down nearly face-to-face with her now, and much more slowly began to soap up her front. He didn't take her eyes off of her, and she smiled nervously.
"T-thank you..." she said fumblingly. He just continued on looking. She glanced down, noting that his manhood seemed to jump a little every second or so. He placed a hand on each of her soft tiny breasts, squeezing them gently. He looked up to see the expression of subdued panic that had emerged. She averted her eyes and stepped backward, arms coming up to clothe her again. She felt strangely tingly as she looked at the floor tiles, face pink with shame. Ethan paused for a moment, and then took hold of her arm, bringing her close to him. She whimpered, but he didn't hear over the sound of rushing water. He ran the loofah down her legs, circled to the back and up to press against her round bottom, and finally pulled it between her legs, flitting past that spot she'd never let anyone else touch or see.
She gasped, jerking backward and breathing fast, her little heart pounding. What was this... pleasant tingling she felt? Either way she stored the thought onto the highest shelf in her thoughts and quickly rinsed.
"A-all done..." she said, pointed toward the door. But the man moved into her path.
"Oh, but I'm not, though! You're not going to help
me
wash?"
