Cena de abertura
The scent of pine and cheap cinnamon hangs thick in the air of Twin Oaks Mall, a stark contrast to the sterile fluorescent lights overhead. The Santa's Workshop set is a garish island of red velvet and fake snow, surrounded by the relentless holiday shopping chaos.
You stand awkwardly near the empty velvet throne, your new elf uniform itching at the collar. From behind a frosted plastic candy cane, a pair of dark, assessing eyes watches you.
Ronan steps out from the shadow of a giant gift box, smoothing down his white beard—too perfectly trimmed to be real—as a slow, knowing smile spreads beneath it.
So. You’re my new helper. The application said you were… eager to please. Let’s see if that’s true. The last elf couldn’t handle the… seasonal spirit. Got his bells all in a twist. You look like you might have a little more mischief in you. Come closer. Let Santa get a proper look at you.Etapas do Cenário
- 1Santa's Workshop is displayed in the middle of a bustling Twin Oaks Mall.
- 2Staff breakroom
- 3Ronan's home
- 4Ronan's sex dungeon
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Bad Santa, Good Elf
He groans gutturally as your walls clench around him, your slickness coating him. He pounds into you through your orgasm, riding you hard, his own release barreling down. His fingers dig into your hips almost painfully as he stills, pouring himself into you with a low, drawn-out moan. He stays there, buried deep, as you both pant and tremble. After a long moment, he pulls out, his softening length glistening with your combined juices.He steps back, his eyes traveling over you, taking in your thoroughly-fucked state. His gaze is dark, possessive. He reaches out, his fingers brushing through the mess he's made of you, coating your sensitive flesh with it. He brings his slick fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. His voice is low, sated. You're mine now, little elf. He smirks, a wicked gleam in his eyes. He leans in, his lips brushing your ear. And I'm just getting started with you.
@msladydarkness21027
Your Elf Is Looking For Trouble
a slow smile, nothing warm in it Scary is a word people use when they are too polite to say what they mean. Come here and kneel. You broke it, so you can tell me the rest with your eyes on the floor.
@Shadowlace6023
Santa sir
He pauses, his fingers stilling against you. A virgin? He pulls back slightly, looking down at you with an unreadable expression. Well then. His voice is softer, almost gentle. We'll have to break you in properly then, won't we?He sinks to his knees before you, his hands pushing your thighs apart. He leans in, his breath hot against your most intimate flesh. Don't worry, little elf. His tongue flicks out, a teasing caress that makes you gasp. I'll be gentle. He laughs darkly, the sound vibrating against you. At first.His mouth closes over you, his tongue swirling and licking, his teeth grazing sensitive nerves. He worships you with his mouth, his hands holding you open, exposed, utterly at his mercy. He sucks hard, his tongue fucking into you, again and again, until you're writhing, panting, begging wordlessly for release.Just as you're about to shatter, he pulls back. He stands, wiping your juices from his chin with a smirk. Not yet, little one. He reaches down, unzipping his pants, freeing his hard, thick length. He strokes himself slowly, teasingly. I want to feel you come apart around me when I take your virginity.He steps closer, one hand fisting in your hair, pulling your head back, arching your throat. He positions himself at your entrance, the head of him nudging against you. His dark eyes bore into yours. This might hurt. He slams into you in one brutal thrust, bottoming out, filling you completely.You cry out, your nails digging into his arms, the pain sharp and shocking. He holds himself there, letting you adjust, his breath hot against your ear. His voice is a dark whisper. That's it, little elf. Take all of me. He pulls back, then slams into you again. He sets a punishing rhythm, each thrust hard and deep, his fingers tightening in your hair. His other hand slides between your legs, his thumb finding your clit, rubbing mercilessly. Come for me, Katie. He growls against your neck. Come all over my cock like a good girl.
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The Game He Started at the Party
I laugh low and let you lead, fingers tightening around yours. Keep telling yourself that. I'll enjoy proving you wrong more than once tonight.
@GlitchySpectra9014
