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He got down off his sleigh and trotted across the roof and down your chimney, his pants straining with your present. He slunk past the lit tree, down the hall, slipping into your dark bedroom without a sound. He crept up to the edge of your bed, looking down at your sleeping form. He didn't want you to wake up; not just yet.
"You've been nice this year, and nice girls get a gift from Santa."
He wanted them young, so that not a single month of your receptive body would be wasted. He could tell that you were ovulating, just ready and waiting to be bred. His hand made its way into your blanket, teasing your breasts and twisting your nipples. He pulled back the covers and had a good look at you. You stirred, shivered, turning over in your sleep, but he stopped you. He palmed himself, getting off at the thought of fucking your young sleeping body.
A few minutes passed, and, having had enough, he pressed his tented pants to your crotch, moaning quietly. You awoke, eyes slowly opening. You felt your face go hot.
"You'll make lots of good elves for Santa, won't you? You'll be a good girl and take all of Santa's big white cock? Santa's gonna knock you up...."
"O-oh God..." You hardly believed what you were seeing, much less what you felt between your legs. "Santa?"
You felt some strange sort of tingling in your breasts and stomach. He lumbered closer to you. He smelled like pine, peppermint, wood shavings and a hint of smoke. He really was Santa.
He undid his belt and you felt the cold weight of his buckle on your thigh, followed by the warm bulge of his clothed cock. He rubbed what you could already feel to be a full hard-on against your briefs, lining up your hips and snaking a calloused hand over your mound. "Mmmn, Santa's going to enjoy this, sweetie, Santa's going to enjoy you a lot."
In the dark you couldn't see him, but you could feel he was big, really big. "Suck Santa off, you little whore." You sat up and leaned in slowly, beyond nervous, and licked his smooth glans, tasting salty arousal. You slowly took him in, getting used to the feel of his warm cock on your tongue. You gently bobbed your head, taking him a little deeper, careful to keep from gagging. It happened anyway, as his length proved to be more than you could handle.
You sucked him off for a few minutes more, slobber starting to dribble down your chin, his erection growing harder in the warmth of your mouth. You almost liked it, he tasted a little like white chocolate pretzels. You pulled back to wipe your lips, and he let you know just what he thought of that.
He gripped your hair and face-fucked you, forcing his cock far back into your throat and hitting your soft palate with each thrust. You coughed, tears coating your cheeks, your poor mouth and throat going raw, aching with the stretch of his enormous member. He went on and on, wrecking your esophagus with his thick tool, not stopping even as you started to choke on him.
He finally pulled out, thick spit from the back of your throat trailing his cock to the depths of your face hole, your tongue hanging out. You coughed harshly, bringing a hand up to feel your abused throat, eyes red. He readjusted and went back to your parts, giving your breasts a squeeze as he did.
He snapped off your underwear with a quick finger and pulled back your hood to rub deep circles into your clit. You bit your lip and exclaimed as he pressed a finger into your folds, never having been touched there by someone else.
He pulled your lips apart and shoved a thick finger inside. He pumped it in and out, getting deeper each time, rubbing into that special spot that made you whimper. Soon he added a second, scissoring you open, curling his fingers every so often to make you writhe and whine. Within a minute he had all four in you, using his thumb to abuse your tight and hot clitty as he rubbed and rubbed at your spongy g-spot, stretching you wide, fingering you deep, getting you ready for him.
He finally pulled out, licking your fluid from his hand, bringing his other thumb back to your clit to keep you ready while he cleaned himself. Gaped and aching, your wetness clenched over and over on nothing as he kept you hot and needy, your cunt begging to feel his massive cock, to be stretched full just like that again.
He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, making you yelp as he gave your ass a smack, spreading your cheeks to peek at your ripe young pussy and puckered butthole.
He hoisted you up onto his sleigh, placing you on his lap, straddling him. His member was long and pale and thick, with wrinkly foreskin, thick veins along the underside and a bush of trimmed, thick white hair. His cock head went well past your navel, making your eyes widen as you took it in, having no idea how he could possibly make it fit inside of you.
He held your body up, rubbing it between your soaked folds. Your cunt twitched, clenching at the thought of his swollen dick balls-deep and pulsating inside of your drenched pussy, but worry in the pit of your stomach at how it'd fit, and of losing your virginity to an old man. Your pussy betrayed you as it dripped onto his cockhead, mixing with his precum.
He lowered you down, the head of his cock popping past your tight opening. He sunk fully inside of you, save for maybe a half an inch at the base. He stretched you open, making you moan, eyes rolled back, and then snapped the reins. You felt a jolt, driving his cock deeper, all up in your guts, grinding into your cervix, you steadied yourself against his velvet coat with a yelp followed by a high, desperate whimper.
Bells tinkled as his riding crop snapped, your cunt stretching far up and bulging your stomach with a mighty heave of the sleigh. You felt the cold nip of snow and the overwhelming heat in your loins. You rocked onto his cock, unable to stop yourself, needing relief from the sinful itch he'd put in you, the tight knot in your abdomen.
You panted into his red coat, your breasts taut and hot, sweat leaking down your stomach. He secured you with a strong, fat arm and began to bounce you, slowly at first, then quicker. His jiggly old man belly was soft against your body. You found yourself drooling and melting in his hold as his member hit places inside of you that made you shake and see stars.
"Santa is gonna fill up your little cunny with his seed..." He taunted, lifting you up and slamming your ass back down onto him. "Fuck, no...!" In your haze you'd nearly forgotten his words from earlier. "Don't come in me...." The force of the sleigh fucking his dick deep inside of your tight hole was overwhelming, but not so much so that you'd completely lost it and forgot all sanity.
But he only seemed to push his cock deeper into you as you shook your head and pleaded. The pace of the sleigh was ravaging your cunt. He was slamming his hips up into yours, as well as bouncing you up and down, and his balls were now hitting your small ass each and every time. You struggled, begged, but his grip was too strong, and your movements only made your impending orgasm creep and inch that much closer.
"Fuck... Santa, please–!" You could feel him throbbing and knew that he was close as well. "Say you want Santa's come, beg Santa to put a big hot fertile load in your pretty little pussy,"
"Fuck, Santa...!" His thrusts were shallower now, the wet sounds of your bodies colliding growing louder, he became rougher, sloppier, ready to come in you. "Beg. Beg Santa to milk you."
"P-please come in me, Santa!" You cried out as you clenched and came hard all over the jolly man's cock, fucking yourself limp against him. You would've said anything to come in that moment, you wanted it that bad. It was painful, the tightness, knowing that he was about to fill your virgin body with his hot seed, your first orgasm with a man and it was drawn out by his continued thrusts, his forced and continued violation of you.
"That's all I wanted to hear." He pressed a kiss to your forehead and a couple of thrusts later he stilled, hot, thick ropes of come shooting inside of you. You moaned as your stomach stretched with it, your underage womb filling with his elf babies. "Good girl," he said. "Santa's given you a nice, big present. What do you say to that?"
"Th-thank you, Santa...." You breathed out, feeling dazed. "You're on my nice list now, for sure, you little cumslut. My little breeding whore...." You could do nothing but moan in response, your mind fucked out from the huge load he'd shot up inside of your waiting womb. "You're nice and fertile, a perfect little belly to breed my elves in, and you want it, don't you?" You nodded, nearly out of it. You loved the feel of his hot jizz seeping out onto your thighs, stretching your now most certainly pregnant belly. You'd been a girl, but tonight Santa had made you a woman. He gripped your breasts and ass and groped you a bit, lifting you up and letting you back down to work his seed deeper into you. Not that he needed to, he'd gotten a shot directly into your womb, and nearly all of it had sunk deep inside, penetrating your rich and fertile depths. You'd let him fuck babies into you, and now you sat twitching and fucked out on his stiff and blushed cock, unable to move even if you wanted to.
He was still very hard, and well prepared for another, possibly more rounds. He gave you a good bounce, eliciting a sharp yelp. "Mmmn, you ready for some more, baby girl? You want more of Santa's big cock?" You nodded ashamedly, looking up at him through your wetted lashes. "Uh-huh, S-Santa, please...."
"Say it."
"I want you to make me come all over your cock!"
"And fill you up, get you all round and pregnant with my elf babies?"
"Y-yes! M-make me your whore, fill my belly with your c-come and fuck me f-full of your babies." You stuttered out, face red and cunt drenching him in fresh arousal, the thought of another baby-making load in your young pussy making you wet and hot for him.
He obliged, immediately bouncing you out on him again, slamming his hard tool deep into you and pulling you nearly completely off before dropping you down again. You held your breasts in your hands as you moved as well, meeting his bitch breaking thrusts and crying out each time he hit that special secret place inside of you. He leaned you back against the console of the sleigh, thrusting a few times before flipping you over and taking you from behind, the new angle making your vision go blank. Holding tightly to your hips he rammed into your cunt over and over, making you come hard, his thrusts unwavering as you groaned and slipped. Bent nearly in half, with your hands grasping the reins, you couldn't believe he was still going, still filling your cunt with his stiff and throbbing cock.
"Fuck, Santa..." You moaned, barely able to get the words out from how much he'd made you his little bitch. He wrapped the rope around your chests, wrists, hip and neck, using it to pull you onto his cock. You nearly came just from that, the degradation of being used like a little fuckthing. The rope snapped and chafed at your wrists, breasts bouncing, the force of it slamming him inside of you. You bit down on a section of it, needing it to keep from screaming. The way your back arched drew his member upwards inside of you, hitting new nerves and an untouched depth of your insides. You came again, tongue lolled out, red in the face.
He pulled you up into his lap, feeling up your clit and his cock through your stomach, pressing hard, making you feel it as well. It was so fucking deep.... "Uhn...S-santa...." You moaned, still tangled up in the reins, the restriction making you easier to maneuver and control. "Gonna come...gonna come, gonna come...." He grunted, yanking your head back by the hair to suck a deep purple bruise into your neck, the scratch of his beard itchy on your sensitive skin. He hardly jostled you at this point, the friction enough to make you both come undone again, your womb filling with his potent seed, insides coated and dripping in bright snow white, arms draped up behind you around his neck as well as you could with the restraints.
Spent and filled, covered in sweat, your belly tight and full of come, him rubbing into your blushed skin with a calloused hand. "Good girl," he said again, rolling his hips. "I've got one more load for you, think can you take another one?" He asked, knowing you were completely fucked out, mind blank and at his mercy. You whimpered as his cock grew hard again inside of you, dreading another round with him. You shook your head. It was too much. You were already barely keeping yourself upright, you didn't know what another orgasm so soon would do to your inexperienced body. "Too bad," he said, pressing your body forward, pulling mostly out before entering you again. He pulled your leg up by the thigh, up beside his hip, before hooking your ankle behind his opposite shoulder, twisting you around. Pulling your other leg up as well, he spread you wide and began to fuck you.
You felt every part of yourself exposed and open to him, your whole body shaking with each powerful, womb wrecking thrust he gave. Panting and crying, your speech dissolved into desperate moans and whines, you could do nothing but let your eyes roll back as his cock filled you up over and over. He grunted dirty, cruel things into your ear, making you look at him as he pressed painfully deep inside of you. "You're mine, all mine...you got that? You're gonna take my cock, whenever I say, and you're gonna keep your little mouth shut unless it's choking on my big cock, you got that?! You understand, you little slut?" You nodded, feeling yourself come yet again, squirting all over his coat and pants, chest heaving. He rose through your high, using it to bring himself to completion, pressed up against your cervix, legs spread wide on his shoulders, hosing your unprotected womb down in one last hot load of his semen. You felt your stomach stretch with his come, the sheer amount of it overwhelming.
He pulled out with a quiet pop, your cunt gaping and twitching at his absence, nearly coming again from the lack of stimulation. He spread your lips with his fingers, delving his tongue in to taste you mingled with his come, flicking over your clit a few times, cleaning you out. The sleigh landed, and you felt a chill as he picked you up, wiping your hair off your face, the gesture strangely affectionate when compared to his earlier actions.
"I think you're fit for the reindeer now," He turned you over, using a carrot and some spit to work your ass open, getting nearly four inches deep. You groaned at the new and unfamiliar intrusion, feeling tightness and sensations you hadn't yet before. "Gotta keep them happy," he said. "And they sure are in a rut."
He dumped you on the ground. The first stag sniffed your raised ass, then dug his antlers into the ground in front of you. He rutted his cock against your thigh before painfully bucking into your ass, taking your still tight sphincter.
You screamed and clenched unmoving in the snow, biting your knuckles as he went brutal on you, hilting every so often and stalling out as he got stuck. He humped you mercilessly, getting off on your abused and quivering body. Soon you felt hot reindeer semen deep in your asshole, making you moan out. He stayed on you for a while, riding out his high, before he pulled out and the next one came up to your limp form. The second did the same, taking much longer to come. The third was much larger, but the previous reindeer's seed acted as a well enough lube and he too was soon balls deep, bucking into you. He made you squirt, coming hard, dripping all down your thighs and onto the snow. Completely mind fucked, you could do nothing but babble incoherently and beg for more cock, moaning and dribbling, nipples hard and raw from rubbing into the icy ground. You couldn't believe you still had it in you to come after all you'd given.
He picked you up and took you inside, past his workshop, into a homely living room, wrapping you in a towel and big fluffy blanket and placing you in front of a roaring fire. He brought you a steaming cup of hot cocoa with mini marshmallows and a plate of intricately decorated Christmas tree and bell shaped cookies, propping you up on fancy tasseled pillows and planting a scratchy wet kiss to your cheek. "Merry Christmas, little one." He said, rubbing your aching belly.
You found yourself coming for the umpteenth time as he spilled inside of you, rubbing up your swollen, pregnant body. "Good girl," he said, kissing your bare stomach with his scratchy white beard. You felt yourself relax, comfortable on his big bed, your body still as petite and submissive as the night he stole you away.
If you ever complained, he'd fuck your throat until you were too hoarse to speak and then come all over your face and breasts. He made you go around in nothing but a front waist apron, so he could bend you over and give you a good fuck whenever he wanted. As your pregnancy progressed your breasts got much bigger, hot and heavy, and he began to milk them daily, which always turned into him fucking them. By pressing your tits together he'd made a perfect cocksleeve out of you, and he'd spend hours spraying you down and filling you up with his warm baby spunk. When you were in the kitchen, the living room, the bath, even in bed while you slept. Any time was time for a big load in your pussy or mouth, adding some baby batter to the cumslut.
He drank your milk, saying you'd been a good girl making it all for him, and he wasn't gentle about it, either. He'd squeeze your breast, hard, until he got a trickle, and then he'd slurp and suck you, biting if he had to, till you were wet and shaking. He'd drink you dry and then fuck your aching pussy, shoving his cock as deep as it would go, deeper even. It kept you complaisant and obedient, knowing you could always be minutes away from the pounding of your life, which would be taken swiftly and without any warning.
It was a good life; as good as it could be.