Faebound: Elfie I

Liam leaned on the counter as he watched the clock roll slowly toward ten. This had become a nightly ritual since his second day on the job. He watched the clock and reenacted all the events in his life that led him to being the closing clerk at a gas station in the middle of nowhere. It hadn’t meant to work out like that, of course. Liam had started to wonder if anyone’s life ever worked out the way it was meant to. He thought not.

He was meant to move to Los Angeles. Liam didn’t have much luck with college, but he did somehow manage to find Sarah. They’d dated for a year before she moved to L.A. and left him behind. As his own prospects started drying up, they discussed the idea of moving in together. Liam packed up his small collection of belongings and hit the road, ready to take the plunge with Sarah. Halfway across the country, Sarah changed her mind. She changed it so thoroughly that she advised Liam to turn back. She didn’t know why she’d agreed in the first place. They’d changed too much while they were apart. She was seeing someone else, someone who would help her career. Liam had listened to her prattling on the phone while numbness crept through him.

It wasn’t the loss of Sarah that made him feel confined. It was the loss of direction. Growing up, he’d wondered how people wound up going nowhere in their lives. But then, on his way back to his small home town, Liam understood. His parents were gone. He’d never made many friends. Those he did had moved on with their lives. He had no job, no schooling, and no real ambition. All his possessions fit in a twelve year old Honda. He had his inherited childhood home and about three grand in the bank. While Sarah’s voice on the phone explained the fundamental difference between Liam’s aura and her own, he’d made his peace with becoming another bug stuck in the flypaper of small town America. Silverton was as good a place as any, he figured. It hadn’t been a bad place to live for his first eighteen years. No reason it shouldn’t be fine for the back sixty. The local shop had a help wanted sign waiting for him when he got back to town, the perfect place for him to be miserable.

The bell above the door rang, and Liam sighed. No one passed this way except for the people who lived in Silverton. Those people should know by now that the shop closes at 10:00, but that rarely stopped them from coming in with five minutes left on the clock to ensure Liam had to suffer to the very last moment. Liam looked from the clock to the man brushing snow off his shoulders. Not a local after all, at least not one Liam had seen since he’d been back.

The man looked like a body builder stuffed into a red sweater and green slacks. He had a close cut white beard and curly white hair that rolled down to his shoulders. The red in his face worried Liam. The last thing he wanted was a belligerent drunk demanding another sixer of beer. Not to mention the drunk driving worry, but Liam hadn’t seen a car or heard a motorcycle in the lot. He didn’t know how the man could walk to the shop in the pitch black, snowy evening, but as long as he didn’t actually see the man trying to drive there wasn’t much he could do. Liam straitened up to watch him, silently hoping the man would turn around and leave quickly.

Instead of beer, the man went to the candy aisle. He gathered as much as he could carry, brought it over, and dropped the armful of sugary sweets on the counter. “Oo! Candy canes, my favorite,” the man said as he noticed the display beside the counter. He gather six boxes and added them to the pile.

Stoned out of his mind, Liam thought as he started ringing up the different baggies of gummies, sweet tarts, and a few chocolate bars. The man watched him work with a dumb grin on his face. A strong smell of cedar wafted off of the stranger. Cedar and chocolate chip cookies, Liam thought. He piled all the candy into plastic bags, said the total, and took the man’s cash. Liam paused to look at the crisp bills. They were the old kind with the small portraits. He hadn’t seen any like them since he was a kid.

“Don’t worry about the change,” the man said. “And Merry Christmas.” A laugh sort of rumbled through the man as he gathered the bags and headed out the door.

Liam followed him, intending to lock the door behind him. It also gave him the opportunity to watch where the man went, but, by the time Liam walked around the counter o the door, the man had vanished from the lot. No sign of tracks in the snow, though it did seem like a few deer had drifted by at some point. Liam flipped the OPEN sign switch. The neon fizzled into darkness. He put the man out of his mind and went about tidying up the store.

“Why don’t we have a shed for employee parking,” Liam grumbled as he raked snow off his windshield. He usually killed time when the store was empty by coming out and cleaning the car off. Made it easier at the end of the night. Today, for whatever reason, he’d forgotten. And so, after locking up he had to spend an extra fifteen minutes out in the freezing cold clearing enough of his windshield to get home. His house wasn’t far away by Silverton standards. Most people lived out in the county, but his parents had built their house right at the edge of the city limits. Thus far in December, Liam had likened himself to Ebeneezer Scrooge going home to a dark and unlit house, squirreling himself away in the upper room to have a meager meal before cursing the entire town and going to a sleep of fitful dreams. So, it was a stretch to say that Liam looked forward to being home, but it was the best available alternative to standing at work or out in the snow.

Finally in the car, he sat for a while with his fingers held in front of the vents, relishing the warmth on his trembling hands. He threw the car into reverse, backed out of the lot with one last spiteful glare toward his necessary source of income, and then pulled out onto the dark road that would take him home. Christmas music played on the radio as he drove. It was the only station within range that wasn’t country or some deranged preacher talking non stop about the end of days. Despite his continual foul mood, the old standards of the season remained catchy. Before long, he was drumming his fingers on the wheel to the tune of “Rocking around the Christmas Tree.

Ten minutes after he left work, Liam came to a clear stretch of the highway that ran between two open, fallow fields. The road had a thin layer of snow, but he had years of experience navigating snowy roads. He also very much wanted to be somewhere warmer, so he kept a quick speed. His finger drumming had evolved into a quiet singing. The thin beams of his Honda lit the road right in front of him, but otherwise the world was dark, the moonlight blocked by the snowclouds overhead. Still, Liam noticed something above him in the sky. Perhaps, he didn’t see it so much as sensed it. Something drew his attention to the sky above him, and he saw several spots of faint, gleaming metal following him overhead. He leaned forward over the steering wheel, straining to get a better look at the peculiar lights and shadow. Could it be a low flying plane? Or an enormous animal of some kind?

His thoughts cut off as he saw something falling. A shape tumbled through the air end over end, getting larger as it fell closer. Liam’s brain locked up. He didn’t know what to do. Slamming on the breaks would case him to skid in the snow. Continuing on would surely result in a collision with the falling object. His heart thudded in his ears as seconds ticked by. He moved his foot to the brake and pressed down. The car lurched. Liam’s body shifted forward, the seat belt pulling hard against his neck. The back side of the car started to swivel. I’m going to flip,” he thought, but he kept his eyes on the object. In the next second, it slammed into the snow. The car kept moving and now the fallen object was directly in his path. Liam turned the wheel against the inertia of the swerving back half. His body jerked in the opposite direction, but the effort succeeded. The wheels gripped the road again. The car skidded to a stop only a few inches from the thing from the sky.

Liam’s hands clutched the wheel, turned white from the pressure. He pried them off while his eyes remained fixed on the dent in the snow. Climbing out of the car, he first looked up to see if that shape in the sky remained, but it had vanished. He looked in either direction, hoping he would be lucky enough to have another car come along to help him make sense of the situation. Dread addling his senses, he started to walk toward the thing blocking the road.

The thing was the man from the shop. The large man with the white beard that smelled of cedar and chocolate had just fallen out of the sky. Liam looked up again as if the new information might suddenly make everything resolve into a logical explanation. It didn’t. But it did help his brain to start moving again. He bent down to check on the man, but did not see any visible injuries. Instead, he saw a thinness. In the shop, the man had been very solid, but now Liam had the impression that if he tried, he could reach right through the man’s body.

The man’s eyes opened, looked around for a moment, then down toward his own body, and then right at Liam. “Seems I’ve run my course,” he said before lapsing into that deep, rumbling chuckle. “Too many sweets. Shouldn’t have been out driving. Where’s Elfie? She’s always…oh, oh right. There’ll be a new Elfie. Looks like it’s you, Liam. Don’t worry about me. You’ll understand one day.” As the man spoke, he began to fade. Liam watched a full sized man that had fallen out of the sky vanish into snow flurries. They drifted down and joined the others.

Astounded, Liam’s hand shoved into the empty air where the man had been. He looked around wildly, expecting to see the stranger standing nearby, having pulled some kind of sleight of hand. Instead, he saw a woman standing a few feet away. A naked woman, in the middle of the street, in the middle of the night, in the freezing snow. “What the fuck,” Liam whispered.

“Hi! I’m Elfie.”

“What the fuck is happening?” Liam scrambled up and backed away from the woman. She was gorgeous. Petite, with sizable breasts and plump hips. Golden blond curls covered the top of her head. She stood with her hands clasped behind her back, attentive, and visibly excited.

“I’m Elfie,” she said again.

“Why are you naked? Where the hell did that guy go? How did you even get here?”

“I am naked because you haven’t fully formed your idea of me yet. The former Santa has, tragically, joined the Elfwind. I arrived here because each Santa has an Elfie, and I am yours.”

“Santa? Santa Claus? The made up guy in the big red suit that delivers presents?”

“Mostly, yes, but I can see that you’re cold. It will take some time before you’re ready to manifest. I also don’t think this is the best place for that to happen. We should go to your dwelling. Is this it?” She gestured to his car.

“No, what? I have a house, but I can’t take —”

“Oh, a house will be much more useful. This small thing will not due for the manifestation. Apologies, Master, but it takes a while for the transference to complete. Until then, I will not understand many of this worlds customs. I think though, that you expect my body to be covered, much like yours. If you would, please picture what Santa’s Elfie should look like.

The suggestion immediately put an idea into Liam’s head. He saw a short green tunic that lengthened into a skirt, green striped leggings, curled toed shoes, and a conical green hat. As the images came into his mind, they appeared on Elfie’s body. Within seconds, she was dressed like a mall Santa’s elf, though the tunic struggled to contain her ample chest, and the skirt barely covered her bottom. Liam’s mouth hung wide open, “I think I’m going to throw up.”

“Don’t do that, Master. Instead, think of your home. Then, touch your finger to your nose and close your eyes. Like this.” She mimed the gesture, then waited.

This can’t get any weirder. Maybe its a dream. Maybe I had a wreck and hit my head on the steering wheel. At least this is a fun way to freeze to death. He thought about his house, gloomy and dark. He wrenched his eyes shut, hoping that when he opened them he’d be back in his car and relatively unharmed. As his finger came up toward his nose, the world lurched underneath him, feeling very similar to how he’d been tossed from side to side in the car. The cold went away, and with it went the sound of the wind and falling snow. He opened his eyes.

He was in his house. The lights were off, and it wasn’t very warm. The only way he could see anything was by the glow of various LEDs from power strips and appliances. In disbelief, his hand fumbled out to grab the nearest thing, a bobble-head sitting on his desk. It was his bedroom, and he wasn’t alone. Elfie stood at the doorway, the exact distance away from him that she’d been out in the road. Her head rolled around to look at all the odd things in the room. She smiled at Liam. He again felt the need to throw up. The blood rushed out of his head, and the world went black.

“Master? I’ve taken some liberties in the operation of your home.”

Liam’s eyes fluttered open. He had been moved to his bed. His jacket hung from the doorknob, and his shoes had been removed. Elfie sat on the bed beside him, her warm hands resting on his. Liam closed his eyes and opened them again. She remained. At that point, Liam’s mind clicked into place and began accepting things for what they were. A magical naked woman had appeared beside him on the road after a different magic man, supposedly Santa, had fallen out of the sky before turning into snow. The magical woman had then created clothes out of thin air and somehow teleported Liam to his own house where he had then passed out. From this Liam had discerned his first question, “What about my car?”

“Oh good, you’re awake. Your car came with you when you brought us here. The magic is pretty clever when you start out. Keeps you from whooshing us into the sun, things like that. It has a way of taking your intent and resolving it into the rules of the world. I assume people would have had questions if they found an abandoned car in the middle of the road, so your intent put the car where it is meant to be. I think in your garage, which is a word I’ve just learned. Or relearned maybe.” Elfie talked fast. She had a peculiar sparkle in her eye that gave off an infectious excitement.

Liam sat up, suddenly aware that an incredibly attractive woman was sitting very close to him in bed. A woman who he’d already seen naked and was very eager to do so again, under the right circumstances, which the current circumstances seemed very far from. “Who are you? I know your name, but that doesn’t explain anything. Explain to me what’s happening.”

“Gladly, Master. I am Elfie, the first Elf. That is what I was called when I was first given to mankind. Well, technically I was called Aulfwei in, well, you’d say proto-Celtic. That’s beside point. Now it’s Elfie. I am a Fae spirit that is reincarnated each time I receive a new Master. I was given to men as one of several parting gifts when the doors of Fae closed. My spirit binds to a person selected by the previous owner, and they become my new Master, inheriting all of the powers bound to me. Over time, this person and I have become ingrained in human myth. The age of magic died, and yet many of the Fae-bound remained in this world, then becoming assigned to religion, myth, or legend.”

Her words formed a buzzing in Liam’s head. “You’re a fairy?”

“Of a sort, yes,” she said with a chipper bop of her head. “I do not have wings, but I can if you’d like me to.”

“You were naked earlier, and then you had clothes. Why?”

Elfie frowned. “I didn’t think it would be this hard at first,” she said. “You don’t seem to understand anything. I was hoping we could get to the manifestation quickly, so I appeared naked in the female form which is what I best guessed would be the shape that inspired you. My head gets much less fuzzy once the manifestation is complete.”

“You keep talking about that, the manifestation. What is it?”

Elfie smiled and nudged herself closer to him in the bed. “You and I will fuck.”

Liam’s breath caught in his throat and sent him into a coughing fit. Elfie was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen. Even in his shock, he’d been aware enough to see her amazing figure. The idea of her wanting to sleep with him was far and away the most incredible thing that had happened to him. “Why? I mean, I’m flattered, but that’s not exactly something that you do with someone you just met.”

She frowned, then stood up. Her elf suit began to crystallize, turning from green to white as it became snow. An impossible wind blew it off of her body, the snow fizzling into nothingness while Liam watched. She once again stood in front of him completely naked. She brought her hands up to her breasts and hefted them up. “Are these not to your liking? They can be bigger.” As she said it, her flesh wobbled and grew. Liam’s head had long stopped trying to figure out what was going on, but his cock certainly understood. He started to get hard the second she was naked, but her breasts growing in her hands, spilling over her fingers, made him painfully erect.

“Wait, wait!” he said, desperately clinging to his sanity. “I definitely want to fuck you. But that doesn’t explain why you want me to. Or really what the manifestation is. I get that you’re a fairy and that I’m in way out of my depth, but I can’t sleep with you unless I understand what’s happening.”

“Ohhhhh! I left out the most important part. The manifestation is how you become Fae-bound In our case, you will become Santa, and I’ll be your Elfie.”

“Become Santa? Like grow a white beard and get a big belly?”

Elfie shook her head. “Fae have a particular… interest, let’s say…in humans. We like sex. A lot. So Fae-bound tend to be very…sexy, of course. Since I’m bound to you, I get to make you how I want. Everything else is up to you, but I don’t think anyone of your predecessors has been a disappointment to any of my predecessors. You saw the last Santa. You’ll be like him, not like that picture in your head.”

He’d been thinking about the Santa from a Coca-Cola commercial. “How’d you know what I was thinking? Can you read my mind?”

“Sort of. If you picture something in your head, I can see that. But I can’t tell what you’re actually thinking. And it won’t work very well until the manifestation.”

Liam started to ask another question, but stopped. Her answers didn’t make much sense in the way he wanted to view the world. Magic didn’t exist, for starters. Yet everything that had happened in the past hour had been magical. She made her tits grow. If that’s not magic, then what is? So, that brings us down to a question. Do I want this manifestation thing to happen or not? She says I’ll change. Become buff, Brawny man Santa like that other guy. Maybe immortal unless I fall out of the sky. Maybe I have to deliver presents and live at the North Pole. I have so many questions. Elfie remained in her position, hands holding up her oversized breasts as her thumbs idly flicked at her nipples. She had a neatly trimmed triangle of golden hair above her pussy, and her lips were glistening with wetness. What have I got to lose? The initial thought was rhetorical, but it brought up a real question. “What happens if I say no?”

Elfie frowned. Her breasts seemed to shrink slightly. “Then Krampus would win, I suppose.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Krampus is real too? The demon opposite of Santa that punishes people instead of giving them gifts?”

“He’s not a demon. He’s a Fae like me. It’s…complicated. All part of the original gift. But if you don’t manifest as Santa, then there is no Santa until you die, and I’m released.”

Elfie started to sound heartbroken, and Liam wasn’t emotionally prepared to deal with a crying, naked fairy with magic boobs. “So you’re stuck with me whether I do this or not?”

“Yes, if you don’t manifest, then you can will me away. You won’t ever see me unless you call on me, but there will be no Santa, and the festival is soon. Krampus will win, and humanity will have years of woe.”

Liam sighed and scooted off the bed to stand up in front of her. “That sounds bad, in a pretty high concept fate of the world by magic sort of way. Which, honestly, isn’t my bag. But you’re telling me the truth. I know that. I’m not sure how, but I just sort of know that you can’t lie to me. Krampus winning this festival will be bad. And to beat him, I have to be Santa. And to be Santa, I have to…fuck you. Because a long time ago, some fairies decided that’s the way things should be.” Elfie’s face had screwed up into one of near misery as she prepared to be relegated to obscurity by her new master. “But things don’t ever work out how you mean them to, I guess. I was supposed to have a boring job in L.A. while my girlfriend probably cheated on me. Now, I’m gonna be Santa.”

“You mean it?!”

“Yeah, let’s…let’s see where this leads.”

Elfie squealed and threw her arms around his neck.

“Don’t worry, I know how to do this part really, really well.” Elfie started to strip him out of his remaining clothes. Liam had been in shape once, but that had suffered some significant setbacks during his failed attempt at college. Then it had imploded entirely during his post life-falling-apart depression. As she stripped away his shirt and his pants, Elfie revealed a flabby body with paste colored skin and zero muscular definition. She frowned at him while he stood self consciously in his boxers. Her breasts wobbled back and forth on her chest while she considered his form. She stepped closer to him, and he felt the radiant heat of her body. She might be able to wear clothes made of ice and alter the size of her breasts at a whim, but she was flesh and blood nonetheless. She gently put her hands on his stomach and moved them up his chest. “Do you like the way I look?” she asked.

“Of course, who wouldn’t?”

“You like my blonde hair and my big tits? Would you like my pussy to be completely hairless? Would you like my ass to be bigger? I can see things in your head, wild ideas that were never possible for you. Until now. I can be whatever you want. A kitty cat, furred everywhere except my pussy. I can even look like those other girls in your head, girls you thought loved you once.”

He brought his hands up to hold hers. “No, I like the way you look right now, Elfie. Except maybe…you are an elf after all.”

“Oh!” she squealed. Her hands went to her hair and brushed it back from the sides of her head to reveal two long, pointed ears. “That’s a good start. I like to be changed, Master. It brings me happiness to be what you want me to be. But I can tell that you’re excited already.” Her hands slid down his body and into his boxers. Warm hands gripped his cock, and Liam thought he might cum right away. She didn’t linger on him too long though, just a few strokes to keep him interested before she pulled down his boxers.

Liam had never been with a woman in a lit room. Sarah had demanded the lights to be off before she undressed. He’d only ever seen his partners by dim, unflattering light. Darkness might hide flaws, but it hides beauty, too. Elfie had turned on his bedroom lamps, creating a warm glow of orange light. While he was horrified to be so visible and exposed in front of her, he was astounded by the beauty of the creature pressing against him. Feeling braver, he put his hands on her shoulders, moved them to her back, and then down to her ass. She giggled as he squeezed her cheeks. Her hands returned to his body, going up his back until her fingers curled into his hair. His cock pressed against her hip as she drew his mouth into hers. She tasted like icy peppermint. It was wonderful. Liam’s armed wrapped tightly around her as he started to fall in love with the Fae.

She nudged him back to the bed, forcing him to lie down as she straddled him. His cock was pressed down between Elfie’s abdomen and his own as her breasts squashed against his chest. Her lips met his again. Golden curls fell around his face. His hands moved down her hips to squeeze her ass and pull at her cheeks. The thought entered his mind that she could have a bigger butt after all. Immediately, her ass grew, and his fingers sunk into the soft flesh. Happy with that development, he moved his hands up her body to her breasts. They fit perfectly into his palms as he kneaded them. With a shift, he pushed her up so that her breasts were level with his mouth. He kissed and licked for a moment before taking a nipple into his mouth entirely, swirling his tongue around the rosy bud, and enjoying the sound of Elfie’s moans. His cock nudged at her wet lips, but he resisted the urge to thrust up into her. He relinquished her breast from his mouth only because he wanted to taste her lips again. She bent down to lick and kiss his ear before drawing him a deep kiss.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said, his voice a whisper drenched with lust.

She started to push herself down onto his cock. The head of his dick slipped inside of her hot canal, and a ragged breath of pleasure eased out of both of them. More and more of his dick pushed into her, and every inch of it was welcomed with tight, hugging warmth. His arms wrapped around her pulling her down against him. Fully sheathed inside of her, he wanted to go deeper, to fill her up more. Elfie wriggled on top of him, a broad, happy smile on her face. She sat straight up. Her walls contracted as her hands went to her breasts. Liam stroked her thighs as her body shook with orgasm. Her moans were short chirps of pleasure, each of which caused a surge of warmth to course through Liam’s body.

He started to feel strange. The blissful feeling of being inside Elfie had distracted him, but now the new sensations were becoming overwhelming. His skin tingled with warmth. His face itched. A strange pressure pushed outward from the base of his dick. He groaned as Elfie raised herself up on his cock, except she went higher than he thought she could while still keeping him inside of her. He looked down between them and saw his dick, swollen and at least eight inches from root to where the head disappeared into Elfie’s wet pussy. She lowered herself back down, her body quaking as inch after inch plunged into her. Once again with Liam’s full length inside her, she said, “That’s a good start, but if you’re going to be a proper Santa, you’ll need more.”

She started to ride him, roughly pumping up and down his full length. The tingling sensation spread faster and grew more intense as Liam clutched the warm flesh of the magical creature changing his body. His chest grew broader and his fatty pooch melted into flat stomach. Ab muscles suddenly appeared whenever he exhaled. The itch on his face started to become maddening, enough that he took a hand away from Elfie’s body to scratch. Instead of his smooth, baby face, he encountered coarse hairs which he innately knew would be a shocking white when he got the chance to look at them. The itching subsided, and his attention returned to the writhing mass of sexuality bouncing up and down on his cock. Her tits lurched up and fell down with each stroke, begging to be touched or kissed, but he had a new idea in mind. If he was to be Elfie’s master, then it was time for him to start acting like it. Sarah had never enjoyed any position other than standard missionary. He bet that Elfie didn’t have that hangup.

Liam flipped her off him with ease, his cock slipping out of her hungry cunt with a wet slurp. She giggled and rolled over onto her back to tease him as he moved around. Her fingers went to her snatch and started playing with herself as her free hand started tweaking her nipples. My new fairy has some kinks in her, I think. But she looked smaller than she had before. Liam got to his feet and nearly whacked his head on the ceiling fan. He was taller. Much taller. Before, he’d been 5’8’’, an entirely unremarkable height. Now he had to be at least 6’2’’. Maybe more. He had to concentrate to resist plunging himself right back into Elfie’s waiting pussy as she teased him, running her feet up and down his chest, but he wanted to see himself. He stepped away from the bed and closed his bedroom door to see the mirror on the back of it.

The man he had become looked similar to the man he’d watched vanish in the snow. Taller, with a stark white beard, but leaner where the other Santa had been broad. The beard was close to his face, but solid. The rest of his hair had turned white to match, but remained in its shaggy state. The most astounding change, though, was standing out from between his legs. His cock wasn’t a measly eight inches any more. If anything it was a foot long and girth to match. Beneath his dick, his balls had swollen into two massive orbs in a tight pouch that felt full. He didn’t know how his dick wouldn’t rip a normal woman in half. But Elfie wasn’t a normal woman. He wasn’t sure she was a woman at all. He was sure, though, that she was begging for his cock to go back in her.

“Turn over. On your knees,” he ordered. Elfie hopped into position with eagerness. She raised her ass up for him. He grabbed her hips, pushing his thumbs into her plump flesh. His cock slid easily into position against her pussy lips, and he pushed forward. Her walls stretched around his new cock, drawing every inch of him inside her as she moaned. Fully inside, he pulled back and looked down to watch his wet cock come out of her tight cunt. Even after everything else, what he saw surprised him. As it emerged from inside of Elfie, he saw a ring of solid white skin followed by a ring of red, repeated again and again until his cockhead popped out of her a brilliant red color. He had a candy cane for a dick.

“Where’d you think they got the idea from?” Elfie said, looking over her shoulder. “Put it back in me, Santa, I’ve been a good girl.”

Liam was happy to oblige. He pushed back into her and started to build a steady rhythm. His balls slapped forward against her wet lips as he slid into her again and again. He groaned as her walls squeezed tight around him on each thrust. Elfie writhed on his monster cock, her moans becoming a delirious cooing of pleasure. Her body would suddenly go rigid and her moans would raise in pitch, but he couldn’t stop or even slow down. A desperate need to cum overtook him. He needed to finish what he’d started. The transformation was part of it, but the manifestation wouldn’t be finished until he came inside her. He understood through some cosmic telepathy that the moment his cum erupted into the hot pussy wrapped around his massive length, he would become something more than human. He pulled Elfie tight against him, pushing inhumanely far inside of her, and he started to cum.

Elfie outright screamed with pleasure, and Liam roared as he flooded her insides with his spunk. He wondered if it tasted like his cock looked and made a note to ask Elfie later when she inevitably sucked him off. Another wave of pleasure and another burst of cum. He’d never cum even half that much in his life. He could feel her pussy filling up with the stuff, and it leaked out around his cock. Liam remained stuffed inside of her as they came down from their orgasmic highs. Finally, he withdrew, a gush of cum following out after his candy cane cock. Immediately, Elfie spun around and slurped him into her mouth, moaning as she cleaned his dick of their mingled juices. Finally, she gave up her prize with a wet pop as it came out of her mouth. She held him in place and kissed the bright red tip of his cock one last time before lowering it to her tits and rubbing it across them. “Thank you, Master. That was a wonderful experience.”

“You’re…uh, welcome,” Liam answered. It was difficult to concentrate while his cock slid over her wet breasts. “So, did it work. Did I manifest?”

“Oh yes,” Elfie said. “You’re now the Fae-bound incarnation of Santa. My head is clear and your powers will develop. We have a lot of work to do before Christmas. That’s when the festival happens where you duel Krampus. Don’t worry, I think we’ll win, but we need to recruit first.”

“Recruit?”

“Of course. More elves, to start with, I think. But maybe you’d like to cum in my mouth before we talk more.”

She didn’t wait for him to answer. Her mouth opened wide and sucked her candy cane down her throat. Liam groaned, put his hands on the back of her head, and enjoyed the feeling of his Elfie’s chin pushing against his balls as his cock throbbed in her throat. This will be fun.