Twas a Night [MF][Fantasy][Sex][Oral][Voy]

*Just a bit of holiday fun…*

**Twas a Night [MF][Fantasy][Sex][Oral][Voy]**

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It was the night before Christmas, of course, we couldn’t call it that anymore because of the ongoing war on Christmas…oh wait, that’s a completely made up fever dream of a televised rage machine…but I digress. This story though, is not not made up…absolutely true…all you have to do is believe.

So, it *was* the night before Christmas, December 24th, to be clear. I woke up, still a little tipsy, from the holiday party my wife and I attended earlier that day. It wasn’t quite midnight, and I casually slid an arm under the covers to hopefully find a boob or two. My wife had been wearing these candy cane striped tights at the party under a dark green dress. Very festive, and for some reason, it really got me going. I quietly teased her all night, occasionally slipping a hand up the back of her dress to grab her ass, caressing a breast when no one could see, and even stroked her with my fingers between her legs as we sat at the dinner table. If we hadn’t had to take a taxi on the way home, we’d have probably fucked in the driveway outside the party. It was fun and sexy until we got through the door. I moved to kiss her under our mistletoe, and she prancer-ed and dasher-ed off to bathroom, making sounds that did not bode well for the rest of the night.

I was fine. This stuff happened in any long term relationship, not just married. You spend enough time with someone, and eventually a moment will arise when sex is the less-important situation to deal with. I assumed she was back in the bathroom near midnight, again, and went to roll over back to sleep when I heard a noise from downstairs. I looked toward the bathroom. The light wasn’t on. It must’ve been my wife. Probably some silly Christmas surprise. She loved that stuff.

I crept out of bed and hitched up my pajamas pants. She loved surprises, but I was always a bit of a sneak. Figuring out the occasional present in advance was a game to me, and one I enjoyed. It was the inherent voyeur in me. I never acted on it. I wasn’t some Peeping Tom creeping around and looking in windows, but in college, at work, out and about, if some woman didn’t cross hers legs in a short dress, or leaned over in a blouse with a loose bra—or no bra!—I didn’t pass up the chance. I peeped on my wife a lot. It seemed ridiculous. She had no issue with me seeing her naked, but I enjoyed catching glimpses of her when she changed for work, got out of the shower, or walked around the house in her pajamas with no bra on.

So, I sneaked to the stairwell and listened. She was down there, by the tree it seemed, from the shadows, though the tree lights were the only lights. I could get down the stairs without making them creak. A little trick I picked up when I was working very early mornings a few years ago. I stepped through the vestibule and leaned around the corner to see my wife bent over, her bare ass framed by the straps of candy cane suspender tights. Unlike the tights she’d worn earlier, these had cut-outs to make them look like stockings with garters. Bent over, she pulled up a pair of green lacy panties that exposed half her ass and emphasized the curves. My erection was tenting the front of my pajamas, and I stepped clear of of the door frame where I’d been lurking and edge toward her. She adjust the green Santa hat on her head, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“The elf ears are bit much, but the rest is…amazing!” I smacked her ass playfully, and she jolted. “I guess you’re feeling better, though?”

“How did you—!” She started, turning around to face me. I almost tripped over a present as I startled away. “Whoa, careful!” She she snatched my wrist, stopping me from falling over. She was very fast. She also wasn’t my wife.

“Who the hell are you? How’d you get in my house!” I took an angry step toward her, but she didn’t budge.

“Calm yourself.” She said in a light tone, and honestly, all I could feel was calm. “My name’s Belle…Silver Jingle Belle…though most just call me Belle. As for how I got in here, well, how else do you think Santa delivers his presents…there’s only one of him, and millions of us elves, so, unless you’re one of the truly lucky, it’s usually one of popping into your house to drop off the goodies.”

“Okay, you’re clearly crazy…so I’ll just…uh, calmly…*calmly* call the police and, uh, you’ll leave quietly, right?”

“Don’t worry about that. The Noel Spell slows time and creates a geas in a radius around the tree that prevents mortals—most mortals—from seeing or hearing us. Though, now that I think of it, you must have some fey blood in you somewhere to see through it…” She closed her eyes and seemed to focus. “Weak, though…from generations ago. Still, you saw me, so your blood is strong enough.” She shrugged, which only emphasized her breasts in the matching green lave bra she wore. Seeing her nipples, the rest of her, I felt my arousal building again.

“What…what’s with the lingerie?” I stammered.

“I’m done for the night. I was just getting changed in advance of popping back to North Pole for the Delivery Party.”

“In lingerie?”

“Well, it’s basically a giant orgy, so yes.” She laughed. “I won’t ask you if *you* like it.” She did a quick and graceful pirouette. “That is quite obvious.” She reached out and gently tapped the tip of my cock, now poking out from the fly of my pajama bottoms. The light touch of her finger sent a jolt through me, and my cock felt like I’d taken a little blue pill. “Oh yes…” She grinned. “You definitely have a bit of the blood in you.” She took a step back and glanced around the room. “Wait here.” I’m not sure I could do anything else.

What seemed like hours, but was probably seconds, she returned with the mistletoe from above my front door. Belle stepped close and slid my pajama bottoms down, leaving them pooled at my ankles and the rest of me completely naked.

“What are you doing?” I said, having a hard time focusing.

“Getting you ready for some fun.” She said. “You like fun, don’t you?”

“I’m married.” I protested.

“You in a place beyond time and space, right now. Marriage doesn’t count, and unless you wife has a bit of elf blood in her, she’ll literally never see or believe any of this. Now, just relax and be thankful you keep to the old traditions.” She held up the mistletoe.

“What? Why?” I asked.

“Because, otherwise,” she sank to her knees, and held the mistletoe over my cock, “I wouldn’t be able to do this.” He lithe hands slid down my hips, and I felt her tongue trace the length of my erection, hep lips take my tip, and then her head was bobbing, gliding her mouth up and down the length of me. All my thoughts were focused on that sensation, the skill with which she made it feel as if I was fucking her, even though she was the one moving. I didn’t hear her at first, possibly because my erection was getting in the way of her tongue, but then she eased off for a moment. “Touch me…touch my ears…” She hissed, yanking the Santa hat off her head. I hadn’t noticed before, not with the hat, but her hair was pink. Not fake dye-job pink but a lustrous blend of pink and blonde with hints of shimmery silver. Not normal…not…*mortal*.

“Your hair is pink!” I said dumbly. She eased off again and looked up at me.

“And yours is brown. Where I come from, it’s about equivalent in its commonality. No big deal, but if that was compliment, thank you. You have a nice cock. Bigger than I’m used to…” She licked it. “But I like it. Now stroke my fucking ears!” The pink-headed elf went back to blowing me, and I ran my fingers through her hair, soft and fine, and founds her ears. They were pointy…real…and pointy! I tried not freak out, but when I started running my fingers long the ridges of her ears, she started making moaning sounds…happy sounds. “Oh fuck…yes!” That was clear even with my cock all the way in her mouth. I kept stroking her ears, gentle, like I would do to my wife’s pussy to get her nice and wet. I was trying not to think of my wife but she was my only frame of reference for sex in a handful of years—I started coming.

“Oh fuuuuck!” I yelped as a powerful orgasm nearly buckled my knees. Belle kept working my cock with her hand as she licked at the tip of it with her tongue as she smirked up at me.

“You like that, big boy? You want more?”

“Oh fuck…yes…yes…” The orgasm was fading but still buzzing the edges of my mind. I saw my erection was just a solid as before, and Belle teased at it before rising from the floor. My mind felt clearer, and I really saw her for the first time. Belle was petite, but still a little over five feet tall, lithe, like a dancer. Though her ear points jutted out from the side of her pink hair, they blended well with the heart shape of her face. Her eyes seemed a bit bigger than normal, and a nearly glowing violet, but she otherwise looked like a very beautiful twenty-something woman. But, she was an elf. There was no mistaking the magic around her.

“Are you just going to stand there, enraptured, or are you going to step out of those pants and fuck me?” With those words my cock seemed to pull toward her, and I stepped free of my pajamas and moved to embrace her. The heat of my hard on pressed against the bare flesh of her belly. I grabbed her ass, tight and wrapped in soft lace. I leaned down and she rose on her tiptoes to kiss me. Her mouth tastes of candy, spicy, sweet, wet. Our tongues danced and her fingers traced my nipples. I groped her breasts, the bra barely there in its thin support.

“Are you…are you really going to an orgy after this?” I asked, looking down at her.
“I suppose you *would* have questions…” She made a bit of a pout, but stopped. “Elves are effectively immortal, but your population—humans—keeps growing. So, we need more elves. The thing is, our birth rate is very low…so, thus, we have a big fuck fest every year and hope for the best. I’ve had two kids already, but you never know, right?” She grinned.

“You have two kids?” I was shocked.

“Snowy Sugar Plum, my youngest at…uh…about a hundred and fifty, and Yule Tidings Wassail, who’s nearly three hundred now. Good kids. Snowy…she got my looks, but dumb as a post. Yule does logistics management. He always was a sharp one. Not great with the lady elves…but hey, still good kids. Anything else you want to know?” She took off her bra in a quick movement. Her nipples bubblegum pink. I reached out to touch them, and the got hard tight under my fingers. “Ohh…that got your attention.” She grabbed my by the cock, and pulled me toward the couch. “It’s a good thing you had that mistletoe…I’d hate to have to wait for you get hard again.”

“The mistletoe…?” I muttered.

“Old time magic Viagra…Christmas, Saturnalia…it’s always been about fucking. Long dark nights, gotta keep warm, a lot of September babies among you humans, right?” She giggled and pushed down her panties, stepping free of them in a dainty backward shift. Her bush was pink…slightly darker, but still pink to match the hair on her head. “You like that, too?” She asked, and I nodded. “Why don’t you take a closer look?” She eased back on the couch and shifted low in the seat to spread her legs wide. Her legs, still in the candy cane stockings, wrapped around my shoulders as I went to my knees. My fingers went through her pink pubic hair, the soft curls point downward to her bare pussy. I smelled cinnamon and cookies, and she pulled me closer with her legs.

“You’re beautiful.” I said, glancing up at her before she pressed my mouth to her pussy.

“I know.” She laughed. My tongue worked at her, tracing the lines of her, slipping inside, teasing at the bit that made squirm and her toes curl against my back. She tasted like peppermint. “Enough play, get in there, already!” She laughed. I rose on my knees and pushed inside her with the slightest of pressure. She felt like lava, hot and wet, gripping me as her muscles tensed. I licked at her nipples, and she moved a hand down to work her clit as I pumped her. I could feel her reaching climax, and then I saw her eyes start to faintly glow before started rocking her hips, moaning with pleasure, her pussy nearly pushing me out as she clenched, even as I started to come. I kept fucking her until I was spent and she laughed as she watched me pant.

“What’s….what’s so funny?” I asked.

“Just that you should keep in better shape…we’re not done yet.” My eyes widened in alarm and surprise as she eased off the couch and touch me in her mouth again. I didn’t seem possible, but minutes later, I was again coming into her pretty red mouth as I rubbed her ears.

While I recall the night as whole, the moments and positions that followed are blur. After the second blow job, she had me take her from behind…reindeer style…she joked, while pulled on her on her pink hair and made her quirt by teasing her ears. The room smelled like sex, but it was more the scents of Christmas. Instead of my own sweat, it was the scent of pine, the cinnamon sent of her arousal, the candy of her lips, the peppermint of her wetness. Still clad in the tights and seeing my fascination with them, her legs, she wrapped herself around me and jerked me off with her feet as I stroked her legs, and then she was on top of me, her legs wrapped around me, her body moving with the precision of a piston. Again and again I came…she came…we came together, my cock inside her, my tongue, my fingers, her hands and mouth on me, me between her thighs, her breasts…it was all so much. I don’t think I passed out, but I was on the floor from exhaustion as she eased off from straddling me.

“What now?” I croaked.

“I have to go.” She shrugged, pulling on her panties and then re-hooking her bra. “The party is waiting.”

“Can I go?” She laughed at me.

“You would literally die from the pleasure, but if you ask me two more times, I have to say yes. I an orgy worth your life?” I, and I hate to admit it, I actually *considered* it, but eventually shook my head. “Look, don’t feel bad…I clearly awoke a bit of your elf blood. That’s not going away anytime soon…maybe next year?” She winked. “I’ll let you know if it’s a boy or a girl.” I blinked with shock, and with a pop, she was gone.

I shook my head, as if from a dream, and sat up. It was a dream, I thought, but then, I was still naked, my pants across the room, the mistletoe on the floor next to me. I looked at the clock. It was just past midnight. My muscles were sore, like after an hour at the gym, when I got off the floor. I rehung the mistletoe and went back to retrieve my pajamas when I nearly bumped into my wife.

“I thought I heard you down here.” She said. “And, uh, why are you naked…? And hard?” I thought quickly.

“Look, I knew you weren’t feeling well, and I didn’t want to disturb you with…uh…” I made a jerking off gesture.

“Yeah, I’m sorry I ruined our night…”

“You didn’t honey, really…” I said, with a just a hint of guilt.

“Stay here, babe, okay?” She dashed past me into the living room. For once, I didn’t peek as I heard her rustling around for a few moments. “Okay, you can turn around.” I did, and saw my wife, naked except for a ribbon around her breasts and one with a bow at her waist, just hiding the dark trim of her landing strip. “I’m feeling better. You want to unwrap something early?” She smiled and my cock throbbed as I moved toward her.

It was only after the ribbons were in tatters and she was riding me that I noticed the green Santa hat on her head. “Uhh…” I started to say, but then started coming, which turned my thoughts into a jumble. My wife laughed, grinding until I finished before resting against my chest.

“Is it just me,” she muttered, “or does it smell like a Christmas candle shop in here?”

**END**

*Happy holidays, and to all, a good night!*

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