Goblin Wives North Pole Pt 02

© JAKwriter aka writerJAK -- December 2023

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'Ole Saint Nick was very pleased with himself as he returned to his Workshop. Where it was located in NORTH POLE was an awful place to live and it was even worse having Mrs. Claus being a highly sexed, horny female goblin. Nothing an elf should EVER be exposed to. Looking over to his right, Mrs. McGillicuddy looked so perfect. Soon they'd be back, and he could give the fucking bitch her walking papers and make Lucinda the new Mrs. Claus.

It would be so nice having someone HAPPY to be cooking in the kitchen. One who PROPERLY left him ALONE at night. One that only wanted to TALK by the fireplace, not strip down to nothing and DEMAND oral sex. UGH! Nasty bitch. He just knew her sexual demands were impacting his work and degrading the efficiency of the other elves. There was NO WAY to avoid the post sex odors that seemed to permeate the entire workshop. He had tried filters, fans, counter odors, opening windows, and anything else he or the other elves could think of. Depending on how hard she had cum, the odors would persist for at least three days and as much as two weeks. For that time, production was down, defect rates were up, elves just stopped working and stared into space. It will be so nice to have her gone.

Finding Lucinda McGillicuddy took him almost one hundred years. He needed to find a woman who hated sex, didn't masturbate, didn't want to hang around "her man" constantly but also liked the thought of "being married" and the stability and improved lifestyle that marriage brought. Someone as perfect as he could get. Too many had fallen short, mostly due to the need to masturbate. The rest were "man haters" and that wouldn't work for the "Santa" and "Saint Nick" image. There had to be some bond between Mr. and Mrs. Claus. That bond with the current Mrs. Claus had been failing due her increasing demands for oral sex, thus his search for a replacement. A better replacement that with elven magic could be an acceptable partner for the next few hundred years.

"How much longer, Nick, until we get home?" Lucinda inquired.

"Not long, my dear, not long. The reindeer will get us there shortly. You'll love the Workshop! Once I make you Mrs. Claus, feel free to adjust things in the kitchens, the common living areas, and the bedrooms to your liking. Pick the one you like best for yourself. Just leave my room alone." Nick replied.

Appearances are everything, so Nick was going to have to handle the changes with care. He was certain Mrs. Claus, he refused to use ANY other name for that abominable goblin, would be willing to go. She was so unhappy. He had cut her off from any oral sex ever since he knew Lucinda was the one. She'd been climbing the walls. Fortunately, she had acceded to his demands and ONLY masturbated in her room. He'd been able to isolate the odors from her vaginal secretions to a subsection of the living quarters, having placed her room at the farthest end of the building and having installed air scrubbers and air pressure flow towards her room then vented twenty miles away.

It's too bad he couldn't use an elf to fill the role. He tested all the elves in the Workshop and NONE would have made even a marginally passable Mrs. Claus. There was no way he would even think of any non-elf from NORTH POLE. All his research indicated they would be as bad, or worse, than the current Mrs. Claus. He was forced to look where population numbers were much higher and the dimension where Lucinda was from had BILLIONS of women to choose from. Even then, it still took an interminably long time to find Lucinda. It would be so nice to have a Mrs. Claus that met all the needs of appearances AND met his needs for her to leave him alone except for mandatory socialization.

The reindeer were picking up the pace as the sleigh drew near his Workshop.

"My dear, the Workshop is just ahead. We'll have you inside shortly and I'll introduce you to everyone." Nick stated.

"But what about Mrs. Claus? Won't it take time to divorce her? What if she causes problems? What if she refuses to leave?" Lucinda worried.

"Don't worry, my dear. We aren't actually married and she's so unhappy, I'm sure she'll leave without much fuss." Nick optimistically observed, conveniently forgetting about the coal contract with the goblins that's dependent on having a representative at the Workshop and how long he had been living with Mrs. Claus.

"There it is, my dear!" Nick said while pointing. "We'll be there in a couple of minutes. On Dasher! On Dancer! On Prancer and Vixen! On Comet! On Cupid! On Donner and Blitzen!"

As the sleigh approached the Workshop, Lucinda asked, "Nick, who are all the people outside? Did you set up a Welcome Party for me? That's so sweet. Thank you, Honey!"

Nick was worried. There was no Welcome Party plans, at least not until he got rid of the goblin. It looked like most of the elves from the Workshop were outside. That meant they weren't working. They were supposed to be working. What the fucking Sam Hell was going on? His stomach started knotting up, but he kept his worry from Lucinda.

"I didn't expect them to hold it outside. It's very cold out and I thought the party would be inside. They must be so excited to see you. I thought they'd wait until you settled in." Nick lied through his teeth.

The reindeer and sleigh came to a stop before the gathered elves. Rank upon rank were standing there shivering. Most didn't even have a coat or other cold weather gear on, only wearing their basic work outfits. It appeared to Nick that some were actually frozen solid, meaning they had been standing outside for the better part of an hour.

"Lucinda, please stay in the sleigh for a moment. I need to check in with the Chief Supervisor for a moment." Nick said, unsuccessfully keeping his worry out of his voice.

Concerned, Lucinda replied "But Nick...," but he cut her off with a wave of his gloved hand.

"Arthur! Arthur! Where are you?" Nick cried, before seeing the elf rigid in the cold, unresponsive.

"Tomas! Tomas! Where are you? Karl! Karl! Stephen! Stephen!" Nick sequentially called out for his Workshop Supervisors. Lucinda was getting more and more concerned as Nick's agitation increased as no one was responding to his calls.

An elf from the furnaces stepped forward, protected from the cold by the same insulative clothing protecting it from the furnace fires. "Sir!" it said. "Something happened! The Workshop is uninhabitable! There is a pervasive offensive odor and a miasma that sickened most of us, so we fled the building and have been waiting for you to return! Sir!"

Odor? Miasma? What the fuck did that fucking bitch goblin do? A flash of rage crossing Nick's ruddy face, anger flashing in his jolly, twinkling eyes, his black gloved hands in fists. Quickly suppressing the visible aspects of his anger, Nick worried that someone might have seen and noticed. Appearances are everything.

Nick responded to the elf, "What's your name and do you have any idea what happened?"

"Carlos Sir! No Sir! Work was progressing with the usual issues when Mrs. Claus is unhappy. Those of us working in the Furnaces noticed a surge of power about two hours ago. It lasted for less than a minute then everything returned to normal. Up until thirty-five to forty minutes ago, work production returned to normal. Then the problems started. The odor and miasma started in the main workrooms. Elves there started getting sick and reporting work stoppages. The sickness progressed to the entire building. Chief Supervisor Arthur ordered an immediate evacuation as no area in the Workshop was unaffected. Those of us in the Furnaces were the last to be affected and last to leave the building. The Chief had us do a headcount and everyone other than Mrs. Claus is accounted for. That's all I know Sir!"

"Thank you, Carlos." Nick replied. Thinking, thinking...Ah Ha! "Carlos, get everyone you can to the coal storage shed. Try to start a fire with some of the coal in the empty shuttle wagons. That should keep any fires isolated. Try not to set the coal reserve or the building on fire. The building should get warm enough and should have room for everyone. Shift the coal piles around as best as you can to make room. Meanwhile, I'll try to find out what happened."

"YES SIR! WILLIAM! SIGFREID! ALDAN! COAL DETAIL!" Carlos cried, grabbing the three Furnace elves, and rushing, very slowly as they were cold despite their insulated clothes, to the Coal Storage building.

Nick turned to Lucinda, who was still in the sleigh staying warm under all the wonderful furs she was growing to love and appreciate. "Dearest, there's a problem in the Workshop. Let me go inside for a few minutes to see what happened. Please stay here, nice, and warm, in the sleigh while I investigate."

Lucinda snuggled under the furs, enjoying not just the warmth, but also the wonderful feel of mink, lynx, snow leopard, and other furs against her exposed skin. Such luxury was something from her dreams. She waved at Nick then buried herself deeper under the furs, thinking how she wanted her new bed to be covered with them. They are so soft and silky, she'd roll around naked on them, rubbing herself against the snow leopard, teasing her nipples on it as she rubbed the mink between her legs. Perhaps, she smiled, if she rubbed herself the right way, maybe the furs would give her the special feeling she'd read about in all the naughty books she had read as a girl and experienced once. She was told touching herself was a sin and good girls didn't do that. Just like saving herself for marriage then feeling unbearable pain when her husband took her on their wedding night and even worse when she gave birth to her daughter. Since then, she'd been sexless, refusing his touch. Served him right getting killed after fucking that slut. She had refrained from touching herself too, remembering her mother and the priests, but also guilt ridden since she denied her husband. But with these furs...she could feel herself getting wet. Wetter than since she was a teen. Snuggling further under the furs, her thoughts shifted to endless days of hedonism as she remained naked day and night, pleasuring herself on the furs Nick would provide.

Nick had no idea what Lucinda was thinking and would have been appalled that his "perfect" Mrs. Claus wasn't nearly as perfect as he had thought. Instead, he was focused on the Workshop. Approaching the main doors, he pulled them open. Within the entry vestibule, he caught the odors that had chased the other elves out, diluted as they were by outside air.

Without thinking, he yelled out "What the fuck did you do you fucking bitch! Where the fuck are you, I'm going to fuck you up so much your family won't know who or what you are!" not even realizing that he had dropped the Jolly Old Saint Nick persona and was his irascible elven self.

Nick propped open the outer doors and opened the inner door, hoping it would let the cold air in to mix and dilute the smell. Instead, he got a face full of warm air as it forced its way into the vestibule. He knew that smell, but it was different, stronger, and more potent?

Oh NO! It can't be! Nick thoughts had been running wild and he just realized how bad this might be. Escaping the building for a moment, he filled his lungs with cold, crisp, fresh air. Clearing his head, he finally realized how the whole building could be affected. If the goblin had sexual activity of any kind, masturbation, or worse actual penetrative sex, and it had happened NOT in HER room, but in HIS, then the air purifications he had put in place in HIS room could be how the scents got spread. His room had special venting that pulled air from the farthest point in the building from HER room and vented it back into the main workshop.

With the level of contamination, he couldn't re-enter the building, but he could walk around it to where his room was. Three walls with windows with one of those also having french doors. Unless she covered all of them, he should be able to look inside.

Walking back to the sleigh, Nick said to Lucinda, having restored his Santa persona, "I have to check something outside the Workshop. I'll be gone for twenty to thirty minutes, maybe up to an hour, depending on what I find. Try to stay warm. I'll see you soon," then walked off without waiting for a reply.

Snow had fallen since he had left and had drifted against the building, so Nick trudged around the building, his black boots punching neat holes in the unmarred white surface. Where the snow was thicker, Nick plowed through, the flakes sliding off his pants and coat. Despite magic keeping the snow off him and keeping him dry, aiding his movements, it still took more time than he had planned to reach the spot below his room on the third floor. There were no stairs, so instead he used his Santa magic to appear on the otherwise unreachable terrace outside his bedroom.

The windows were frosted, so images were indistinct. Having no choice, he took a deep breath and opened the french doors. The smell in the room was overpowering. Nick collapsed on the deck and heaved his guts out as he approached unconsciousness.

Fighting back and cursing up a storm, he opened his bleary eyes and saw the state of the room. "That fucking bitch rutted in MY ROOM! Who the fuck did she fuck in MY ROOM! I'm going to KILL that goblin BITCH and her fucking lover!"

Nick rants continued and continued, all in the same vein, repeating himself over and over again. He saw the bed. He saw the torn sheets. He saw the stains from her vaginal secretions. But there were also the blood stains. She gave her virginity to someone.

Closing the door, Nick slowly recovered. How long he was there, he didn't know. Taking a last, deep breath of the cold air, he steeled himself for the walk back to the sleigh. The Workshop is ruined and would have to be destroyed. Destroyed by fire. The only way to cleanse the site of her taint.

Stopping at the coal storage shed, he checked how things were going. Carlos informed him that three hours had passed. All the elves were in the shed and were showing signs of life as they warmed up. There was enough coal to last them for at least a week if they stayed in the shed. Beyond that, they'd have to leave and return to the main elven communities.

Exiting the shed, Nick turned to the sleigh. Sighing, he would need to return Lucinda to her home while he dealt with this mess. All his plans ruined by that bitch. He wouldn't refer to her as anything else anymore. That's all she was now, the conniving, hypersexual, fucking bitch.

Nick didn't realize he was once again showing anger, his façade lost as he internally raged at what had happened, who had done it, and what needed to be done to fix the mess. Just before reaching the sleigh, he remembered to restore the façade he had worn for centuries. Unfortunately, he was a moment too late, and Lucinda saw something in him that wasn't the happy and jolly man that had seduced her to come to the NORTH POLE.

"Lucinda, my dear, something unfortunate has happened. I need to return you to your home while the elves and I fix things. I hope it will only be a brief delay. I'll get you and bring you back once all is set right again," Nick temporized.

Lucinda carefully thought out a reply. "Nick, do what you need to do and take the time you need. But can I have a few of these furs to keep me warm until you get me?"

Thinking nothing of the request, so focused on what had happened to the Workshop, Nick quickly replied, "Of course, my dearest. I'll leave all of them with you."

Lucinda was ecstatic. Her exploration, her new adventurousness wouldn't be delayed. Perhaps there would be no need to return to the NORTH POLE, as long as she could keep the furs.

Nick boarded the sleigh and yelled out, "On Dasher! On Dancer! On Prancer and Vixen! On Comet! On Cupid! On Donner and Blitzen!"

The sleigh burst into the air, flying towards warmer climes and the interdimensional shift to Lucinda's world. Nick and Lucinda remained quiet during the ride. Nic still focused on the Workshop and the Bitch. Lucinda was focused on the feelings the furs were giving her and the growing wetness between her legs. Nick was so absorbed that he didn't notice the scents Lucinda was starting to emit, diluted as they were by the wind whipping by the sleigh.

At last, the sleigh transited into Lucinda's dimension and came to a halt at her house. Nick assisted Lucinda onto the ground and escorted her to her door. Watching her enter, he returned to the sleigh, taking multiple trips to carry the various furs into her house. With the last delivered to her, he gave her a hug as he said his goodbyes, only now smelling something disconcerting, but attributing it to the trauma he had suffered when he opened the outside doors to his bedroom.

Lucinda closed the door and quickly rushed to her bedroom, carrying a snow leopard "blanket" and a mink hand warmer in her arms. Stripping down in record time, she laid the snow leopard on top of her comforter, then threw herself down on it. As she hopped, her whole body was stimulated by the luxurious hairs, particularly her breasts, nipples, and the clevis between her legs. Her excitement was heightened once she started stroking her cleft with the mink. The time between closing her front door and her first earth shattering orgasm was less than three minutes. Only another thirty seconds was needed for the second, that immediately rolled into a third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, and nineth. She muffled her screams of passion with her favorite pillow. The one she had kept since her teens. The one she used to muffle her first and only orgasm prior to tonight.

Nick was preparing the sleigh to depart, checking sleigh, reindeer, traces, and reins. He thought something might be amiss in the house and was about to return when he was approached by a young boy.

"Hello Santa! I have something for you!" the boy said with great excitement, handing Nick a manila envelope.

"You've been served!" the boy said, before running off down the street.

"I've been served. What's going on?" Nick thought as he opened the envelope and looked inside.

Unknowingly talking out loud and dropping his Santa persona, Nick read with increasing agitation and volume, "Dissolution of Marriage! THAT FUCKING BITCH! For fucking ADULTERY! WHAT DOES THAT FUCKING BITCH MEAN! DAMN IT! SHE'S CLAIMING EVERYTHING!!!!!! I'M GOING TO KILL THAT FUCKING SLUT!!! BY ALL THAT IS...," before being cut off.

"Hello! I'm Brittany Williams from Channel 8 News. Can speak to you about Mrs. Claus divorcing you for adultery? What is your relationship with Lucinda McGillicuddy? Why did you give her all those gifts? That must have been a couple of million dollars' worth of furs, some of them from endangered animals. Do you have any comments, Santa?"

"No comment!" Nick said, trying said, trying face with his gloved hands as he climbed into the sleigh. Because of this, he didn't notice the next boy arriving.

"Hello Santa, this is for you! You've been served", the boy handed over another manila envelope before running away.

"Santa, is that another divorce petition?" Brittany asked as she tried to get the cameraman a better angle on the documents. "My viewers on Channel 8 would like to know, have you been a naughty boy this year?"

Nick opened the second envelope. In it was a much more serious set of papers. The first set was notification by the goblins that no further coal would be delivered until his divorce from Mrs. Claus was finalized and a NEW goblin representative was assigned to his workshop. The second was from the Elven Council, calling him before a tribunal to discuss recent events. The third was the most serious. Effective immediately, his position as Santa Claus was suspended pending a disciplinary review by the NORTH POLE High Council. Transport, via the sleigh and reindeer, was authorized, but the sleigh would take him directly to the Council chambers.