An Elf Maiden's Christmas

by PJ

 

 

The spirit of Naar floated helplessly in the darkness of space,

his soul a cloud of ethereal, black smoke.  He watched angrily

as the universe was consumed by the Light of Ishir and Kai,

their benevolent gazes bringing new life to the worlds he had

purified with fire and death.  At the Dark God's side floated

Gwena, an Elf girl who had succumbed to Naar's evil power.

 

*This Light, this goodness sickens me,* snarled Naar mentally to

his disembodied slave.

 

*Is there any way we can halt its advance?* asked Gwena meekly.

 

*Yes, we must purge it one world at a time, weakening the Light

gods' power until we can emerge once more to claim what is

mine,* replied Naar.

 

*Where shall we start, dread lord?* inquired Gwena eagerly.

 

*There, that little speck.  I sense a great force of goodness

and peace at the planet's northern pole.  You will go there,

possess a vessel, and destroy the Light anyway you can,*

commanded Naar.

 

*I obey, master* acknowledged Gwena, her gaseous form narrowing

to a thin stream before it shot down to a blue-green planet

named Earth.

 

 

Tifa straightened her slim shoulders back, then adjusted her

green skirt and tunic one more time before leaving her new

quarters to assemble with the rest of the new toy assemblers.

The young elf girl merged with the long line of elfin females

quietly rushing to the gathering chamber ahead.  Tifa brushed a

stray lock of red hair out of her lovely face, then moved into

place in the third row of the assembly.  The group of elf girls

stood silently at attention, their green clothing spotless and

orderly.  A tall elf woman entered the chamber, then walked

proudly to the podium placed on a raised dais in front of the

assembled girls.  The woman was dressed in a neat black business

jacket, white blouse, and knee-length skirt.  Silky black hose

covered her long legs, while her feet were encased in polished

black stiletto heels.  The elf woman slid her right hand over

her slicked-back raven hair that ended in a tightly coiled

ponytail.

 

"Good morning, ladies.  My name is Eva.  I will be your

supervisor as you begin your first day on the assembly line.

Our leader, Mr. Claus, has placed a great deal of faith in every

one of you.  I expect you to live up to Mr. Claus' expectations

and perform your duties efficiently and quickly.  Christmas is

almost upon us, we have to meet our production deadlines.  Now

go to your individual team leaders and make the best toys you

can," said the elf woman crisply.

 

The gathered elf girls broke from their orderly lines to proceed

to their work assignments.  Tifa left the chamber, traveled down

several long hallways, then descended one level to the

electronics assembly area.  The petite elf girl approached her

team leader, a stern old elf woman named Sharon.

 

"Who are you?" snapped Sharon when she saw Tifa approaching.

 

"My name is Tifa.  I'm a grade six assembler," replied the

fiery-maned girl quickly.

 

"Grade six? A beginner, huh?  Go over to section thirteen to

screw on case lids," ordered Sharon with an abrupt raising of

her right arm.

 

Tifa nodded her acceptance, then hastily went to the indicated

post.  She picked up a motorized screwdriver from the small

worktable in front of her, then fastened screws into the case

holes of the VCR that rolled in front of her and stopped.  Tifa

barely got all the screws in place before the VCR rolled away to

her left to be replaced by another unsealed unit.  The beautiful

young elf girl screwed the second case into place, slowly

learning a style that allowed her to move smoothly from one unit

to the next.  Dozens, then hundreds of VCRs passed beneath Tifa,

the repetitive procedure making her mind fuzzy and unfocused as

she screwed the same holes again and again with her motorized

screwdriver.

 

 

Gwena hovered invisibly over the assembly area, her gaseous form

so spread out that she was transparent.  She searched the

laboring elf workers until she found one particularly bored and

drowsy elf girl.  The female's mind was open and unshielded as

Gwena poured down and engulfed the slim young girl.  Tifa

coughed briefly, then became dizzy, her thin body swooning next

to the rolling assembly line.  She missed one VCR, then two, the

line finally stopping when she failed to screw four cases.  A

nearby co-worker squeezed Tifa's right arm in concern until team

leader Sharon marched forward to see what was amiss.

 

"What's going on?  You failed to complete your work," admonished

Sharon crossly.

 

"I'm sorry, I'm feeling faint," replied Tifa as she held her

left hand to her pale brow.

 

Sharon yanked Tifa's hand away from her forehead, then touched

it herself with her own wrinkled palm.

 

"You do feel a little flushed.  Go back to your quarters and

rest for the remainder of the work cycle.  I'll check in on you

later to see if you can work a late shift," said Sharon with a

frown.

 

"Yes, ma'am," agreed Tifa before she stumbled out of the crowded

assembly room.  The young elf girl slowly went back to her small

room, then carefully locked the only door.

 

"A body, at last!" purred Gwena as she slid her small hands down

Tifa's flat belly to her graceful hips.  The possessed elf girl

quickly took off her tunic and skirt, leaving only her white

cotton panties, ankle socks, and green shoes.  Gwena looked at

her new face from the mirror framed over Tifa's underwear

cabinet, adjusting the green pointed cap rakishly over her short

straight red hair.  She squeezed her young, just budding breasts

together, then pouted her delicate, unpainted lips.

 

"I'm hot!" smiled Gwena happily, her hands roving down to caress

her own tight, small buttocks.  The partially naked elf girl

leaned back against the wall, watching herself in the mirror as

she fondled her own tits, pinching the little pink nipples until

they hardened.  Gwena licked her sensuous lips, then placed her

hands over her crotch, slowly rubbing her pussy until a small

stain appeared on the fabric of her panties.  Gwena moaned

softly, pulling the front of her panties aside with her left

hand as her right slid up and down her moist cunt, teasing it

into arousal.  She gazed at herself in the mirror, her eyes

narrowed and smoldering with lust while she fingered her own

pussy, made it hot with desire.  The elf girl inserted a finger

into her quivering vagina, pushing the digit deep into her

melting love tunnel.  Gwena gasped with remembered ecstasy,

every sensation from Tifa's body awakening a memory of a prior

sexual experience.  Gwena's finger moved faster inside her slit,

the member thrust in and out, honey dripping from the pumping

digit.  The elf girl shoved a second finger inside her twat with

the first, both probes moving together, rhythmically fucking her

clenching hole.  Gwena's hips gyrated erotically, her small,

round ass smacking the cement wall of the bedroom as she groaned

with each shove of her long fingers.  Gwena's legs became weak,

she shuddered as an orgasm built inside her stomach, expanding

out to pour from her trembling cunt.

 

Sharon the team leader crashed through the door just as Tifa

climaxed, her closed lips shaking while a thick stream of pussy

juice poured down her bare thighs.

 

"So this is what you're doing!" snarled Sharon, her grey eyes

burning with fury.

 

Before Gwena could spin a lie, the old elf woman grabbed Tifa's

left wrist and dragged the bare-breasted girl to her small bed.

Sharon sat down heavily, draped Tifa over her legs, then began

spanking the elf girl sharply across the buttocks.  Tifa

squeaked with each skin searing slap, but Gwena reveled in the

pain, the old woman's punishing touch sent shivers of delight

over the elf girl's ass and up her spine.  Fresh juices slid out

of Tifa's pussy to fall against Sharon's upper legs.

 

"Wicked, lustful child!" exclaimed Sharon, her eyes shocked and

dismayed at the sight of Tifa's continued arousal.  The old elf

woman redoubled her spanking, her palm lashing out to smack

Tifa's lovely ass until it glowed cherry-red with abuse.  Tifa

writhed under Sharon's ministrations, her cries barely

disguising Gwena's erotic bliss.  Sharon ripped off Tifa's

drenched white panties, then renewed her correctional onslaught.

The spanking dragged on for ten, then twenty minutes, Tifa's ass

becoming purple with bruises while an increasing torrent of

vaginal fluid spurted out onto Sharon's lap.

 

"Disgusting little whore!" spat Sharon before she yanked

painfully back on Tifa's short red hair.

 

"Mistress, please!" begged Tifa, tears glimmering in her wide

green eyes to contrast the wanton smile adorning her full lips.

 

"Master Claus will sort you out, evil child!" threatened Sharon

before she pushed Tifa off of her cum-stained skirt, then bent

down slowly to retrieve the young girl's discarded skirt and

tunic.

 

"Cover yourself up before you go to see our master," ordered

Sharon, disgust blatant in her sharp gaze while she guarded

Tifa's preparations.  Gwena gloated at her victory, now she

would encounter the source of the Light and destroy it for her

Dark Lord.

 

 

"Master Claus?" inquired Sharon respectfully from the open

doorway.  "May I trouble you for a moment?"

 

"Come in, team leader Sharon.  I just need to finish one more

database update," replied Santa Claus from his desk, his elderly

face bathed in the light of a computer monitor.  Sharon pushed

Tifa forward, then followed the girl closely from behind.

 

"Margaret Weis, nice.  Christian Slater, naughty.  Nikki Dial,

very naughty, but I'll give her a present anyway," chuckled

Santa while he tapped computer keys swiftly.

 

"This low grade worker has been engaging in activities

unbecoming of an elf in your service," reported Sharon

indignantly.  "I respectfully request that she be discharged and

sent back to our homeland for re-education."

 

"This must be serious," frowned Santa just before he saved his

work and swivelled his large, cushioned chair around to face the

two elfin females.

 

"May I present my case to you in private, master?" requested

Tifa hesitantly.  "There are extenuating circumstances

surrounding my recent behavior."

 

"Very well.  Mistress Sharon, you will return to your work area

until I summon for you," commanded Claus with a nod.

 

"As you wish," replied Sharon with a low bow before she

retreated from the room.

 

"Sit, child.  Tell me your side of the story," invited Claus

with a beckoning gesture to one of the chairs facing his

polished oak desk.

 

Tifa sat carefully within the chair to Santa's right, then

crossed her slim legs delicately.

 

"Master, ever since I arrived here, I've begun feeling things,

things I've never experienced before," said Tifa in a soft,

confused voice.

 

"What kinds of things?" probed Santa, his fingers steepled

together over his immense belly.

 

"When I first saw you, when you addressed the newly arrived

workers, I felt something I'd never felt before, a warm,

fluttering heat in my stomach," replied Tifa with a bright red

blush.

 

Santa coughed in embarrassment, his own white skin flushed under

his large beard and thick white eyebrows.

 

"As I saw you again and again, heard your voice addressing us

all, the feelings grew, until I felt a nice warmth between my

legs," admitted the young girl, her gaze focused on the rug

under her small feet.

 

"When Mistress Sharon found me in my room, I was touching my

special place, thinking about you, how I wanted you to touch me

there," whispered Tifa, her lips trembling with guilt.

 

Santa coughed again, perspiration gathering on his forehead.

 

"Uh, my dear, these feelings are normal in a young girl like

yourself.  You are young for an elf, you still have much to

learn and experience about life.  If you promise not to let

these feelings of yours interfere with your work, I think that I

can let this incident pass.  I need all the able bodies I can

find to get the toys ready for Christmas, I need you to focus on

your job," said Santa, his eyes fixed on Tifa's.

 

"I will if you do something for me, master," purred Gwena within

Tifa's luscious body.  "Make love to me, just once."

 

"What?!  Impossible!  I'm married!" choked Santa.

 

"Just once, master," smiled Tifa seductively as she pulled off

her tunic, then slipped off her green skirt.  Santa's eyes

bulged with the sight of Tifa's small, tempting breasts and flat

stomach.  Gwena took off her panties, then threw them onto

Santa's gaping face.  The underwear fell onto Santa's nose just

before Gwena crawled onto the desk and sat down on her tight

ass, spreading out her legs to bare her red-bushed pussy at the

sweating fat man.

 

"Lick my cunt, master.  Stick your wet tongue into my hot fuck

hole," begged Gwena huskily, her tits pert and firm.

 

"N..no, put your clothes back on," groaned Santa, the scent of

Tifa's panties still lingering within his nostrils.

 

"Please, fuck me," pleaded Gwena, her thin arms wrapping around

Santa's bulging neck while her long legs pressed against Claus'

ribs.

 

Santa inhaled the rich musk coming from Tifa's open pussy, the

folds of cunt flesh slick with her sweet juices.  Her cunt

begged to be sucked, to be devoured by a hungry mouth.  The

naked elf girl pressed her young tits against Santa's face, the

flesh soft and warm with the heat of her sensual body.  Despite

his conscious decision to reject the horny elf girl, Santa ran

his tongue up the cleft between Tifa's breasts, his teeth

nibbled on her little pink nipples until she panted with lust.

 

"Yes, suck my titties," encouraged Gwena as she searched the

desk with her eyes, seeking anything that could be used as a

weapon.

 

Santa sucked wetly on Tifa's small breasts, his lips latched

onto her silky flesh and suckled the little mounds until they

dripped with saliva.  Gwena moaned deeply, urging the fat man on

as her green eyes focused on a shining, silver letter opener.

Smiling cruelly to herself, Gwena began reaching out with her

left hand while Santa licked down her bare stomach to her musky

crotch.

 

"I haven't tasted a young pussy in decades," growled Claus

before he pushed his hairy face into Tifa's pussy, his tongue

sliding obscenely within her moist vagina.

 

Gwena groaned with feigned pleasure, wriggling her cunt against

Santa's mouth while her hand inched closer to the sharp opener

lying on the desktop.

 

Santa pushed Tifa back onto the desk, prying her thighs apart so

he could lick her inner flesh, then suck lewdly on her dripping

slit.  Gwena cursed as she lay on her back, her fingers

desperately grasping for the unseen weapon.  The old man slid

his tongue up and down Tifa's cunt, circling her clit until it

grew hard and glistening.  Gwena gasped despite herself, waves

of lost ecstasy washing over her mind.  Tifa's pussy trembled

under Santa's oral attentions, honey flowed freely from her

young womb, quickly lapped up by the sex-crazed fat man.  Gwena

pinched her right nipple with her right hand while her left hand

finally found the letter opener.  An orgasm built within Tifa's

naked, quivering body just as she raised the opener over her

head and prepared to plunge it into Santa's skull.

 

"Santa!  You're late for the inspection!" declared Mrs. Claus as

she charged into the dimly-lit office.  Her eyes widened in

surprise at the sight of her elderly husband eating out a young

elf girl's cunt upon the desktop.  Santa's head shot up from

Tifa's crotch, his lips and chin stained with her clinging pussy

fluids.

 

"Mr. Claus, you march right out of here!" ordered Mrs. Claus

sharply, acid dripping from her voice.

 

"Yes, ma'am," nodded Santa hastily before he grabbed his red

snow hat and waddled out of the sex-reeking office.

 

"Ah, another young elf bitch who thinks she can move up in the

organization by having sex with the boss," said Mrs. Claus with

a mournful shake of her gray-haired head.  "When will you little

sluts learn?"

 

"It's not what you think," retorted Gwena hastily while she

prepared to throw the letter opener at the old crone's head.

 

"I suppose I'll just have to make another example," shrugged

Mrs. Claus as she withdrew a silenced pistol from her apron and

aimed it at Tifa's bare chest.

 

"Oh, shit," murmured Gwena just before a bullet smashed into her

lovely chest, ripping an ugly hole into her heart before it

exited out her back.

 

 

*You failed me, again,* said Naar softly, his glowing red eyes

locked on Gwena's free-floating essence.

 

*Forgive me, lord!  Let me try again!* begged Gwena

pathetically.

 

*No,* replied Naar before he invoked a spirit wrack, ripping

Gwena's essence into minuscule little shards of vapor.  The elf

girl spirit's screams of agony soothed Naar's troubled mind as

he slowly floated away from Earth, back to the empty void of

outer space.

 

*We failed to destroy the Light here, but there will be other

opportunities, other worlds to purify,* mumbled the dread god as

he dragged Gwena's splintering spirit after him, sending bolts

of purple lightning into her consciousness, making her beg for

release.

 

The End.

 

 

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