A Brief History of the Elvish Race
As the human tribes grew more numerous with each passing winter, the elves were forced to retreat from their homelands settling on Eire. The Emerald island was already settled by an ugly misshapen people known as the firbolgs which they easily conquered and enslaved. Known as the Tuatha de Dannan, the elves were a tall, fair, and amorous race. Eventually, mankind came to Eire and for a time the elves whose females were always few in number, enjoyed having human women to play with, but in time the human males learned to make weapons of iron which gave great pain to the elves and they fled North.
Even fiercer men with iron weapons inhabited the lands of Scandia and the proud elves were reduced to living in caves mating with their firbolg slaves until the proud race was reduced in stature and beauty. There the North men took to calling the elves, trolls and they were shunned until the randy nature of the elves forced the humans to hunt them down to protect their women. Klaus, the last Elven king went before the North men's god, Wotan and groveled that his people be spared. Wotan declared that a wereguild tribute be paid for eternity to the children of his warriors killed in battle by the elves and ordered them to leave only returning yearly with the tribute.
Klaus enchanted a herd of reindeer to carry his wife and the survivors of his people far to the North beyond the land of the Laps and they live there to this day toiling endlessly making gifts for the children of the Northmen who became a great seafaring people spreading their seed far and wide across the Earth.
Wotan was known as Saturn by a Southern people and the tribute fell on his day Saturnalia. Even when the old god's died the tribute continued Saturnalia becoming known as Christ's Mass for the son of the new god. The early Christians were both better and worse then their predecessors. They condemned followers who didn't obey their commandments and Klaus' burden fell on only those who were decent so he began keeping a list. However, the Christians also feared the red cloaked figure calling him a devil, Satan, ol' Nick, or Satan Nick, but as they began to celebrate Christ's birthday on Saturnalia, and given the fact that Klaus alway brought gifts to the children, Klaus became a Saint or Santa Claus.
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A black gloved hand with fur trimming reached out and grabbed the picture over the fireplace. The picture showed the man and woman of the house on a beach somewhere celebrating their honeymoon. It was the woman's bikini clad figure that drew Santa's attention. She had a beautiful innocence about her that stirred the old elf's loins. Long, straight, black hair framed a face with full lips and bright green eyes. Her hair fell to the tips of full, upthrust breasts. Her thin waist tapered past a flat, sexy belly, flaring out at her hips. The picture was about ten years old and if the woman had kept this body after having her two brats, Santa decided she would be the one.
Not even a mouse was stirring as Santa moved through the house. The Elven King possessed the ability to freeze time or more accurately move his own body and anything he touched outside the normal flow of time, this was how he and some helpers accomplished delivering the Christmas tribute in one night.
Though still bitter at the tribute after three thousand years, Santa looked forward to leaving the bitch behind on Christmas night and getting some young pussy.
He passed the brat's room, groaning at the visions of Harry Potter toys dancing in their heads. Let the parents buy that crap, if he listened to all the Harry Potter requests, he'd have to build an entire factory just for that. Every damn year it was something else, pokemon, beanie babies....crap.
He arrived in the parents room and pulled back the covers of their bed. His cock stirred when he saw the woman laying on her side clad in only blue panties and a white tank top. She had kept her trim figure, but it had actually gotten better. Having two children had fattened up her breasts and her ass was a perfect white globe. He ran his gloved hand across her ass, squeezing it, impressed by it's firmness. Yes, this human would do nicely.
The male slept nude on his back, he had developed a paunch since the picture. His penis was a typical human half-cock and it was erect as he dreamed about his wife. Time frozen dreams were hard to read, but Santa could sense hers were erotic too and not about her husband.
Santa left them four special presents under the tree as he returned to his sleigh.
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"Mommy, daddy, Santa's been here," screamed Amy throwing herself on the bed.
Sheila and Jim smiled at each other and climbed out of bed, throwing some robes on. Amy pulled them downstairs where Jimmy was waiting. Their son was sitting near the bottom of the stairs with his arms wrapped around his knees staring in awe at the presents under the tree.
Later, Jim aimed his new polaroid camera at the kids playing with their Harry Potter figures. "Glad you like it," said Sheila watching the pictures come into focus.
"I love it," said Jim, "and I'm gonna love seeing you in your present."
"Later dear." Her husband had given her some lingerie so skimpy it had made her blush. Sheila wondered if the present was for her or for him.
"Mommy, what's this? Can I open it?" Amy had found another present under the tree. There was more, one for each of them.
"Go ahead honey."
The children opened their presents. Both got the same thing, a little doll around a foot long. There was nothing special about them except when you laid them flat their eyes closed and they made snoring noises. Jim opened his gift, it was a new thermos bottle. He sniffed it. "Mmm, eggnog," he said and took a sip. "Good too. Try it."
Sheila did and she had to agree it was quite good, warm, and she detected the hint of alcohol. "These must be from your mother. It's just like her to give Jimmy a doll." The weird thing was, the boy seemed fascinated with the doll. Sheila opened the last gift, addressed to her. It was a two foot tall, slightly sinister looking Santa, more the jolly old elf, then a fat old man in a Santa suit. There was a switch on the thing's pedestal and she pressed it. Jingle bell rock blared out and the thing started moving it's hips dancing. The kids laughed and Sheila placed it back under the tree after turning it off. She found it kind of creepy.
Sheila got up to go start dinner, while the kids played with their new toys. Jim turned on the game and sat before the TV sipping his eggnog.
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Sheila sobbed as she climbed out of the bath. Dinner with her parents had been a complete disaster. Jim was drunk off his eggnog, slurring his words and swaying at the table. He had burped out loud and told a joke that made her mom blush. The kids hadn't seemed too interested in the presents their grandparents had bought for them, they seemed to like the dolls Jim's mom had left for them too much.
After toweling herself off, Sheila didn't know why she was bothering, Jim wasn't getting any tonight after his behaviour, but she began rolling on the nylons that went with the lingerie he had given her. It was a very sexy, lacy, white bra and garter ensemble. The bra pushed her large breasts together giving her cleavage that rivaled Dolly Parton's. The lace left little to the imagination, her nipples were clearly visible as was her pubic hair when she pulled on the panties. She hooked the nylons to the belt, herself amazed at how incredibly sexy she looked.
Sheila decided, she would put on her robe, stroll up to Jim, hold it open to show him the lingerie and say, "You can have this if I ever forgive you, but for now you're sleeping on the couch." That would teach him to make an ass of himself in front of her parents and the children.
Before she could do it, Amy ran into the bathroom screaming, "Mommy, mommy, Santa looks funny." Her daughter grabbed her and pulled her downstairs.
Sheila gasped when she saw what her daughter was talking about. The children had stripped the dancing Santa and the toy was anatomically correct in every way. It had a long dangling penis- as long as Jim's -that looked huge on the doll. It was thicker then her husband's and nearly touched the stand it was so long. The rest of the doll, looked like a typical nude Santa, with a fat belly, white chest hair and rosy colored skin. Her mother-in-law couldn't have known what was under the thing's clothes. "What were you two doing?"
"We were playing doctor," said Jimmy.
"Whatever gave you that idea?"
"They did," said both kids at once pointing at their dolls. They had stripped their dolls naked also, but they were normal, no sex organs.
"Oh they did, did they. Well run off to bed, I'll check on you in a few minutes." Sheila watched them run off. She moved the Santa back under the tree and couldn't help touching the fake penis. Despite being obscene, the craftsmenship was amazing. The penis had a lifelike detail that made it look real in every way. It had a big blue vein running the length, ridges, bumps, and was even warm to the touch. She let go, feeling uncomfortable all of a sudden.
Sheila walked upstairs to the children's room. Amy and Jimmy were in their beds, pretending to sleep, and both were snoring softly. She knew they were faking because both were in the exact same position as the sleeping dolls lying beside them in bed and they were both snoring like the dolls. "Goodnight my sugarplums," she said turning out the lights. Sheila didn't notice one of the doll's closed eyes open and follow her from the room.
JINGLE BELL, JINGLE BELL, JINGLE BELL ROCK.
The song blared from downstairs as she was walking to her bedroom. She ran down the steps to the living room. Somehow, the dancing Santa had gotten turned on, it's arms moving up and down as it swung it's hips. The big penis swung back and forth like a big banana, swaying hypnotically.
Sheila sat in her husband's recliner and stared at the big penis. The lace on her bra scraped against her nipples and she realized, she was becoming aroused at the sight before her. A lot of women had a father figure/ Santa Claus fantasy and Sheila found the sight very erotic, f obscene. She couldn't help herself as her hand slipped between her robe and down her belly. Her hand worked it's way under her panties and over her bush. Her index figure ran down her wet slit, growing wetter by the second.
