Stifling a yawn, I look up at the clock. It’s almost midnight. I’d normally be in bed by now but I don’t have to be up for anything tomorrow. I’m off work for the holidays; I’ve done all my Christmas shopping and made all my arrangements, and I did all the chores that needed doing on my first day off. All I have left to do now is learn to relax, but that is easier said than done.
As always I had put my decorations up on the first of the month. The same red and gold ornaments adorn the same plastic tree, the nativity scene that I’ve had since childhood proudly displayed on the mantle place, and the same wreath that had belonged to my grandmother hangs on my front door. I love Christmas, it’s my most favourite time of the year. After all I was named after Christmas, Noelle, but each passing year I find my enthusiasm dwindling ever so slightly – as if something is missing.
I remember when I was a child the thrill of waking up each Christmas morning to find the crumbs of mince pies left behind on the plate, and a stocking filled with presents. It would still be dark when I would run into my parents room to show them what Father Christmas had left me. They’d be tired and half asleep, but then they would see my smiling face and make room for me on the bed and watch me rummage through my stocking. We would then go downstairs and open the gifts under the tree while my dad would try light a fire in the hearth so we could roast chestnuts. Things had seemed so carefree and simple back then. And while I know I can’t go back to my youth I still would like someone to share them experiences with.
I live alone now. I’ve had relationships, some that even lasted several years, but they wee never meant to last. Though at this point I’m not so bothered about having a romantic partner, I just want a child. Not just for Christmas, but for all occasions. To be there when they say their first word and take their first step. To teach them how to ride a bike. To be watch them graduate and walk down the aisle if they ever find that special someone, and to support them when they have children of their own. But with each passing year it seems less and less likely.
My Christmas cards are neatly arranged on the bookshelf, but my eyes is drawn by the large one depicting Father Christmas trudging through the snow with his sack slung casually over his shoulder, a large smile on this face. Father Christmas so caring and giving, the ultimate father really – but I heard he’s married. It’s like they say all the good ones are taken.
“I would have your children in an instant. If you asked me to,” I whisper. I’m not sure why I said it out loud, as if I were making a vow, but it’s the truth.
The fire is warm as I sip the last of my mulled wine and snuggle further into flannel bathrobe. My eyes begin to close…
…My eyes flicker open. The clock on the wall says it’s several minutes past midnight. I couldn’t have slept for very long. Movement, something red, in the corner of my eye catches my attention. Standing by the fire is a man wearing a red Father Christmas suit and black leather boots. He’s tall and broad, almost seemingly too large for tiny room. His head is bare and covered in thick, short cropped silvery hair, and his white beard is trimmed neatly. I gasp and the strange man jumps, as he turns to look at me.
“Who are you? How did you get in here?” I demand, but I’m too stunned to move.
“Sorry bother you,” the strange man stutters. “I didn’t mean to alarm you, I just… I’m not use to knocking. But I’m Nick, or maybe you’d better know me as Santa Claus or Father Christmas.”
I peer at him closely. Normally if a strange man were to break into my home I would be up on my feet and calling the police, no matter who he claims to be, but as I look into his calm blue eyes I think I actually might believe him. His cheeks are rosy red, clearly embarrassed about being caught out like this, but his composure is calm, almost reassuring in a way that I can’t quite explain. Now that I’ve had a closer look at him I can see how clear and smooth his skin is, and how muscular he looks beneath his outdated red suit. Despite the whiteness of his hair he is much younger than he first appears. He doesn’t really look like Father Christmas, perhaps a modern, streamlined version of him.
“Oh,” I say the only thing that pops in my head in the moment. I go to sit up and as I do my robe flaps open, exposing my bare breasts underneath. Father Christmas, Nick, blushes and looks down at the carpet as I hastily tie it back up. “Sorry,” I mutter getting to my feet. “I wasn’t expecting company tonight. I’m Noelle by the way. Noelle Day.” I hold out my hand.
“I know.” Nick smiles taking my hand in his. It’s bigger than I had realised and engulfs my dainty one, but I can’t help but notice how soft and smooth his skin is to touch.
“Nice to meet you. What are you doing here though?”
“Well yes,” Nick lets go of my hand and shifts uncomfortably on the spot. “It’s a bit awkward, and I don’t know how to bring it up… but I heard what you said.”
“What did I say?” I blink at him bewildered. “I say a lot of things.”
“That you would have my children if I asked you to.” He looks down at me expectantly, biting on his bottom lip, and I’m not sure how to respond to that.
“Oh.” I blush an even deeper shade of red as I wrap my arms even closer round myself. “No one was supposed to hear that.”
“I realise that,” Kris begins to stutter. “And I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. It’s just being a part of the Christmas bloodline I am a tuned to all humanity. Normally it’s too much, and I respect people’s privacy, so I shut it all out. But I heard you.” He looks me straight in the eye as he says the last bit and I feel my legs begin to involuntarily tremble. It’s hard to be mad, or even think clearly when he’s looking at me like that, and he’s standing so close that I can smell the fresh scent of cinnamon and pine lingering between us.
“Well that was inappropriate of me. I’m sorry, I didn’t realise…”
“It’s fine. No one does,” he shrugs. “Because we don’t leave physical presents any more, we tend to offer people more spiritual guidance such as hope and cheer, they don’t realise we exist.”
“What do you mean by that? And who’s we?” I ask. I feel as if he’s coming at me with too much information, and I don’t even know what he wants from me. Why is he here? And why is he looking at me like that?
“My family of course. Generations of Father Christmases each passing down the name to their offspring, which brings me to why I am here.” He smiles, a slightly crooked smile that lights up his whole face. I have the urge to run my hands through his beard, and breathe in his heady, enchanting scent. “You see at the moment it’s my turn to be Father Christmas, and while I enjoy the role I take it very seriously and I need to start making plans on who will succeed me as my heir.”
I nod but I’m not quite following.
“And you see while I don’t have a wife I still need someone to bare my children for me. And I would like that someone to be you.”
“Me?” Is he saying what I think he’s saying? I must have missed something.
“Yes. I think you would make the perfect mother to my child. Looking back at my father’s old records I can see that you were consistently on the nice list, and from what I’ve heard you have continued to do good throughout your life. You are a kind, caring, hard working person who embodies all the good, pure things about Christmas that I would want to pass down to my children. And also I know you want to be a mother more than anything in the world.”
“Well I do,” there’s no point in denying it. He sees right through me. Of course he does. “And I’m flattered, but I’m not sure. This isn’t how I pictured this.”
“That’s understandable,” Nick scratches the back of his neck. “How about I tell you a bit more about what I’m proposing here. Any child we did have would live with you and you’d be free to raise them however you see fit. Although I assume you will teach them the joys of Christmas. I will visit whenever I can but my responsibilities keeps me busy throughout most the year. I would make sure you and any child you bare are well provided for. Then when you decide that they are old enough, and if they want to, they will come live with me and start their training. I would like to give you more time to think on it Noelle, I really would, but I need an answer now. I’ve cleared my schedule for the next six hours and this will be our only chance.”
I’m silent for a moment. It’s too much to take in. It’s crazy. Ridiculous. Yet it’s exactly what I wanted. And I have no doubt that he’d stay true to his word.
“How… how would you get me pregnant?” I ask tentatively.
“I’ll admit that I’m no fertility doctor, but I thought well…” I watch as he scuffs his toe against the rug. There’s something endearing about watching this great big man squirm under my gaze. “If we just consistently made love for the next six hours it would be bound to work. The men in my family are very fertile.” He looks up at me. “Can I ask if you are on any birth control?”
I shake my head. Was I really going to go through with this? “Alright. I’ll do it, I will carry your baby.”
“Really?” He smiles and claps his hands together, and I can’t help but smile back. He is actually very cute, especially when he smiles. At least my child will have good genes. “Should we start?”
“Sure,” I shrug. We both stand staring blankly at one another, neither of us are quite sure how to start. I’ve never had a one night stand before, although I suppose this isn’t what this is. I’m not sure what it is to be honest. Nick takes a step towards me and stops. His hands hover hesitantly around my waist. His breathing is heavy and shallow, as I watch his broad chest rise and fall in front of me. I realise he’s nervous as a thought crosses my mind.
“Nick have you done this before?” I ask looking up at him.
“No, not really. I’ve always been too busy to properly meet anyone before. I’m sorry, I hope I don’t let you down.” He turns his face from and looks down at the fire, as he nervously licks his lips.
“That’s fine. Here let me show you.” I undo my robe and let it fall to the floor. I’m now standing completely naked as I take his hands and guide them to my waist. He instinctively pulls me into him. He feels warm, and although I can feel the nervousness twitching about inside him, I feel safe in his arms as if he would always protect me. I feel reassured in my decision.
“You’re so beautiful Noelle,” he murmurs into the top of my head. “I’ve definitely chosen the best person. Any child of yours will be just perfect.” I feel weak at the knees and have to throw my arms around his neck to keep from falling. Never before has a man talked to me about children during foreplay, and it it the most sexy thing I have ever heard.
I kiss him on the lips and he kisses me back. He tastes like peppermint. And we kiss I feel his cock twitching against my abdomen through the thick layer of fabric of his trousers. The cock he is going to use to impregnate me with. I kiss him harder pushing myself even closer into him.
As he grows bolder, and harder, his hands slide down from my waist tracing across the curve of my buttocks. I begin unbuttoning his jacket, kissing my way down his smooth, chiselled chest and defined torso as I go. His surprisingly soft yet nimble fingers brush against my private opening. I hadn’t realised how wet I am down there. How ready and eager I am to receive him. I slip a hand beneath his trousers, and he lets out a moan as I wrap it around his shaft. It’s rock solid and bigger than I had been expecting. I can feel it throbbing as if ready to explode in my hand. He wants this just as much as I do. I pull it out from its material restraints and begin stroking it up and down as I kiss him again on the lips.
“Noelle that feels so good,” he groans into my open mouth. “But we don’t have time to waste if I’m going to impregnate you tonight. I need to be inside you now.”
Before I realise what is going on he pulls me up, lifting my feet up off the carpet. I compliantly wrap my legs around him as he positions my hips so that my yearning vagina is in line with his fully erect cock. His head, already slick with precum pushes against my delicate, pink lips.
“Ready?” he whispers, his grip tightening around my buttocks. “There’s no turning back once we do this.”
“I’m ready,” I breathe. “I want you inside me.”
With those words he pushes the tip of his thick penis between my folds. I am already soaking wet the thought of receiving his seed that he slide right inside. I feel his grip tighten around me, his strong, nimble fingers digging into my delicate flesh as he slowly pushes me down the length of his girthy, throbbing member.
We both gasp as I begin to thrust my hips sliding my warm, welcoming vagina along his whole length. As I take him all in I can feel every pulse and twitch deep inside me. I kiss him firmly on the lips, enjoying the feel of him against my body as he guides my hips back and forth. He grips me tighter, and I can tell he’s close to climax. I want to feel him fill me up inside. He lets out a groan and shudders and his warm, creamy semen fills me up. I wrap my bare legs firmly around him pushing myself so that my lips are touching his pubic region. I keep thrusting my hips milking every last drop so that he fills me. When we are done, Nick continues to hold me, my legs still wrapped around him.
“It feels so warm and safe inside you,” he says stroking my hair as I nestle against his naked chest. “I wish we could stay like this forever?”
“Me too. But I need you to lay me down on the sofa,” I whisper.
Keeping his partially flaccid penis still in me, so that none of his seed can accidentality leak out, Nick walks over to the sofa and gently lays me down on my back. Making sure to keep my legs elevated I slide off of his cock. I can feel his seed permeating its way deep inside of me. I like the feeling, and the thought of it turns me on. Nick begins to pull his trousers back up.
“Leave them,” I tell him. “It may not have taken and we’ll have to go again soon anyway.”
He shrugs and removes his boots and trousers, and places them in a neat pile beside the fire. Laying on my back I have a good view of his now fully naked body. He’s broad and strong, and the ancient, animalistic side of me can tell he would make a good provider. He looks down at me and smiles that smile that makes me feel all giddy and light headed, before slightly lifting my feet and sitting down beside me on the sofa.
“I’m sorry I didn’t last very long,” he says placing my feet down on his lap as he begins gently rubbing my toes. “I was just so excited to make a baby with you. I promise I’ll be more attentive next time.”
“No need to apologise. It was perfect,” I smile up at him. His hands feel so light, yet deft as they massage my feet. They look so tiny in his capable, manly hands, and I hadn’t realised how much tension I have been holding there.
“Your perfect,” he says turning to get a better look at me. “I’m so glad that you agreed to be the mother of my children. Look at your breasts. I can already picture them swelled up with milk.”
“You think?” I reach up and cup my breasts. They’re a modest size, but I suppose he’s right they’ll grow if I become pregnant.
“Definitely.” I close my eyes and let his words wash over me as he continues massaging my feet. I gently trace my my fingers across my small, hardened nipples, picturing myself as a mother. “I can picture it now. Our baby that we made together nursing at your breasts.”
Suddenly I feel the bulk of his body pushing down on me, he still has hold of my feet as he leans across and gently kisses at my tender breasts. His lips are soft and warm as they brush against my delicate skin. Careful not spill a drop of his precious seed, I buck my hips against his body.
“You’re practically a goddess,” he murmurs. “There is so much I can do, but I could never create or sustain life like you do. I’m in awe of you.” I let out a moan as he gently bites down on my nipples. Never before have I ever felt so desired or sexy.
“But I need, you” I sigh, running my hands through his short, silvery hair. “I need your seed to fill me up.”
“It’s all yours,” Nick replies running his tongue across my areola.
His hand slides down between our bodies as his fingers brush against my baby making entrance. I shiver in anticipation. He then shifts himself so that he positioned completely over me, his hands on my hips as he slowly enters me from above. My hidden lips part willingly to receive him and he slips straight in. Nick then begins carefully thrusting in and out of me, while he nibbles at my breasts. There’s a slight sucking noise as I feel his semen splashing around inside me. I’m already filled with his seed, but he’s going to give me more, and more and more, until I’m pregnant with his baby. I begin to moan at the thought as I slide a hand down between us and start rubbing my clit. It doesn’t take long for both of us to climax and Nick empties his seed inside me once again.
We make love several times after that. Each time Nick is gentle and attentive, and I orgasm every time he fills me with his seed. But eventually I grow tired from all the love making and he lays down beside me, wrapping me in his big, strong arms. I try and fight it but my eyes begin to feel heavy and I soon fall asleep in his arms.
When I awake it is daylight and Nick is gone. For a moment I wonder if I imagined it all, but as I move I feel a trickle of semen dripping down between my aching thighs, and I realise that it really happened and I might just be carrying Father Christmas’s baby.
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