Gingerbread Spiced Daddy

by Leona Windwalker

  “Sex, now,” he demanded. “I’ve been dreaming all kinds of weird shit about you, and you’ve been filling my every waking moment. Enough is enough.”

  “You don’t mind I look like this?”

  He shrugged. “I had a thing for one of the Romulans on a Star Trek episode when I was younger. And one of the Andorians on another.”

  I held up my bound hands. “Then, Daddy, take me. I’ve been a very naughty elf. I borrowed a globe I’m not supposed to.”

  “Yes, you did. And you stalked me.” He stroked me through my pants and I moaned. He chuckled darkly, cupping my junk and leading me as he walked backwards, all the way to his room.

  12

  Cliff

  Either I had lost my own damned mind and was on a wild psychedelic trip right along with him, or he was a fucking elf. A really sexy, silver, pointy-eared twink of an elf and he was all mine. I led him to my room, then pushed him backwards on to my bed.

  I pulled off his shoes and socks, first, kissing the arch of each foot. He smelled faintly of spearmint and I realized with a start that this had been what I’d smelled that night, not peppermint schnapps. I wondered if that was also why I’d had that dream about the candy cane lights. Hmm, looks like my gut knew which way was up, after all. I was done fighting this. I was but one man, and fate was fate, right? I mean, fuck! He was an actual freaking elf, so if that was true, it all must be.

  I knelt up, undoing his jeans and he lifted his cute little butt, so I could tug them and his undies down. His erection freed, it flopped up against his belly. I looked at closely. Except for the silvery purple color, it looked like a lovely, very human dick. I yanked his pants and undies the rest of the way off, flinging them to side, then gave his cock a good lick. Shit. He tasted like cotton fucking candy and I had a raging sweet tooth. I swallowed him down and he moaned, his tied hands coming to rest on my head.

  I sucked, licked, and tongued his cock until he was a writhing, begging mess, then I stood up, not letting him come. He didn’t get to do that until Daddy here got to drop his load in that ass. I licked his hole, shocked to find it slick.

  I looked at him in surprise. “It’s an elf thing,” he panted.

  I made a note to ask him more about that after. Did they all do that from the ass? Even girl elves? Right now was not the time, though. Right now it was time to slake our lust. I rubbed my finger against his opening and as I felt it soften, slipped a finger inside and twisted it. One finger quickly became two, then three,. I pulled them out and lined up my cock.

  I paused then, my head right up against his stretched hole. “Tell me you want me.”

  “Please, Daddy,” Bauble begged. “Punish my ass.”

  I raised an eyebrow. He wanted it hard, did he? I thrust in, going balls deep in one move.

  “Yesss!” he screamed. “Fuck me!”

  Topping from the bottom, I thought with amusement. This boy was going to be a handful, I just knew it. I began to thrust in and out, rocking the bed hard, the headboard smacking into the wall. I changed my angle when one thrust made him wail even more shrilly.

  He screamed and moaned and begged and I just kept right on fucking him, refusing to even touch his dick. Not that I had to, he erupted all on his own, sending me over as well as that spearmint smell became even stronger. Then he did the unexpected. He reared up, bound hands between us, and latched his teeth onto the juncture of my neck and shoulder. He bit, and now I screamed.

  The pain was intense, pulling me out of my orgasm, before sending me right back over into a new one as I felt heat emanate from where his mouth was latched onto me. I began tiosee memories that weren’t mine, and my heart beat began to slow, then changed rhythm.

  Mine, I heard in my head, as he let go and flopped back.

  I collapsed onto top of him. “No, mine,” I corrected. I heard him giggle, the sound both inside and outside of my head.

  “This is what you meant?” I asked rolling off of him, touching the place he bit and surprised to find no blood.

  “Venom sealed it already,” he slurred.

  I reached over to untie his hands. “You okay? That was crap stuff to use. I should have known better.”

  “I’m ‘kay,” he assured me. “We’re bonded together now, for always.”

  “Yeah, about that. What happens when Christmas is over?”

  He struggled to sit up, looking at me. “You come home with me, to the Pole.”

  “I have a job here, family.”

  He grinned. “And we’ll come back every Christmas. I can do candy came patrol!”

  “And me?”

  “What job would you want?”

  “I used to work in finance.”

  “Is that you want, still?”

  I thought about it. Did I? I would be going to to the North Fucking Pole, with an elf. “We’d be going to the magical North Pole, place, right?” I asked to make sure.

  “Right,” said a voice I didn’t recognize. I turned, startled.

  “Sorry to interrupt, came by chimney.” It was the mall Santa. “My friend says they need the globe back like now. They are about to start the end of year audits.” He held up a snow globe and shook. And that’s how I began my life, buck naked, mated to an elf, at the North Pole.

  13

  Bauble

  “What the fuck?” Cliff yelled as Glitter shook the snow globe.

  Glitter just smirked, like the asshole he could be sometimes. We materilaized right outside the same door I’d gone in to take the globe.

  An elf I didn’t know was standing there, holding a Lite Brite in his hands. “Luckily I was doing a pre-check when this appeared in the middle of the floor,” he hissed at Glitter.

  Glitter turned to give me a disappointed look. “You weren’t supposed to grab anything there.”

  “Grab anything?” I asked. “You told me you guys sometimes took unwanted and discarded gift, but not how. I didn’t pick up his present and take it.”

  “Nah, you just have to wish for it, and it gets delivered here. Some stuff is too big to carry, so that’s how the system works.”

  “It was probably me, then,“ Cliff said, holding his hands over his junk. “I was thinking about how much I loved that thing and how I’d still have it if my mom hadn’t given it away later.”

  “Then here,” the other elf said, shoving the Lite Brite at Cliff, the bag of coloured pegs still taped to the back. He turned to me next, holding his hand out for the globe, which I handed to him.

  ‘Thanks,” I said.

  He didn’t answer me, instead turning his attention back to Glitter. “You owe me some mince pie edibles for this,” he told him, then pushed through the impressive door to return the globe.

  “Um, hello, naked man here,” Cliff said. He was now using the Lite Brite as a censor. It really was cute. “I’m really trying to not freak out here.”

  “You were fine just a moment ago,” I pointed out.

  “Yeah, that was my dick thinking for me. Now I’m actually here, and we’re not in the middle of doing it, and I’m cold and naked in front of people, er, elves, I don’t know, it’s different.”

  “I gotta go,” Glitter said. “There’s a local news crew doing a feature on us in the morning, so don’t be late back.” He started to shake the globe in his hand and snow swirled but he didn’t go anywhere. “Oh, right, need to swap globes.” He slid the globe in his hand into one pocket, then reached into his other pocket and pulled out the one that would return him to North Bay.

  “Wait!” Cliff said, but it was too late. Glitter was already away with the snowflakes.

  “The edibles thing explains a lot,” I mused, as the chocolate coin dropped about the brownies.

  Cliff glared at me, then began laughing.

  “What?” I asked him.

  “Don’t you feel drafty?”

  I looked down. Fuck! I was stark naked, too!

  Cliff began to roar with laughter.

  “It’s not funny! My globe to get
us to North Bay is back there!”

  He laughed harder.

  There was nothing for it. We needed to get to my room in the Village, get some clothes on, and go see Aunt Prancine to ask for emergency transport. This was not going to look good if reported, so I hoped neither the Christmas Past elf dude nor my aunt said a word.

  “Follow me, I’ll take you to my room,” I said.

  He fell into step beside me. “Can’t you just, I don’t know, magically make some clothes and shoes?”

  “We’re Winter Elves, not Shoemaker ones,” I said.

  “Oh. That’s a thing?”

  “Very much so. We Seasonal Elves work either Summer or Winter, and handle holiday cheer for either the colder months, or the warmer ones.” We came to a pole. “Going down,” I told him, hopping on.

  He swore at me as he slid down, one arm around the pole and one arm holding his Lite Brite.

  “Whatever happened to stairs?”

  “Not as much fun,” I told him. “We’re all about the fun.”

  “So, you guys make all the Santa magic happen, then, for real.”

  “Yup, and there is a real Santa, too.”

  “Then how come so many kids get nothing?How come parents end up buying toys?” he demanded.

  I looked at him sadly. “It only works if there is true belief. And the parents don’t always buy all the gifts. Besides, we’ve changed over the centuries. We donate to Toys for Tots, even.”

  “You donate to…wow. I had no idea.”

  “Uh huh. We don’t do everything, though, because part of the magic of the holiday is the giving and the joy that brings, not the getting. So, we have to let others experience the giving part, too.” Another pole and another slide. This floor was busier and we were starting to get looks. Spotting my aunt’s office, I made a dash for it, tugging him along. I opened the door, and slammed it shut behind us.

  “Bauble?” my aunt asked. “Oh! Is this him? Oh, he’s a looker, all right. Er, but where are your clothes?”

  “Glitter shook the globe too close,” I said, hoping she’d not press for more answers. I felt bad fibbing to her abut this as it was.

  “Oh, my! He needs to ease up on his recreational snacking,” she said, shaking her head. “Let me comm your uncle to bring you both some clothes.”

  “And then can you send us back?” I asked.

  “I suppose so, though if you two have mated, you’re entitled time off for bonding.”

  “I need to feed my cat,” Cliff said. “And I have a job, a life, all those things. I can’t just disappear.”

  “Oh, of course,” she said. “I wasn’t thinking.” She tapped her tree comm to speak to my uncle.

  14

  Cliff

  What a way to meet some of my future in-laws.! Naked as a jaybird holding a goddamned Lite Brite! In-laws…that felt weird to even think about. Shit…I’d let him bite me and claim me as his mate, so it was a done deal. I didn’t feel regret, but it did feel rather unreal still. As I stood there in a stupid elf suit his Uncle Bough brought, I closed my eyes, waiting for myself to panic. Nope, my gut and my heart now seemed to be of one accord- all was as it should be. My brain was the only one muttering about how surreal it all was and gee, would my non-existent cat like it here. Oh, crap. I was going to have to go get a cat now, or else be shown up as a liar. I’d only said that about a cat to add a sense of urgency so she wouldn’t try to talk me out of going back.

  “Okay, think of where you want to be and shake the globe,” his Aunt Prancine said.

  “Back at my apartment,” I said.

  “Okay,” Bauble agreed.

  “I expect you to bring back both globes, now,” she said to him sternly. “I’m not supposed to let you have two to the same place!”

  “I promise!” Bauble said, shaking the globe. I watched in fascination as the snow swirled inside the globe, seeming to go through the glass, where it became a blizzard. Flakes whirled only to disappear nearly as quickly as they came, and we were back in my apartment.

  “That’s a trip,” I said.

  “Yeah, an inter-dimensional one,” Bauble said, not understanding.

  “Uh, yeah,” I replied.

  “I didn’t know you had a cat,” he said.

  “I don’t, not yet. Sorry.”

  Bauble giggled. “Maybe we can pick out one together?”

  “Yeah, maybe. Look, how is this even going to work? We never got to finish that conversation.”

  “Well, we’re mated, so we do mated people things like live together, share our lives, all that. Being destined means we are perfect for one another, so we should remain in harmony as long as we always listen to our hearts.”

  “Um, yeah. I got that part. Not talking about all the Kumbayah shit that goes with being fated and all that. I meant, you can’t just make yourself look human all the time and find a job here, can you?”

  He shook his head no. “Our treaty with your government only allows us to live and work here according to seasonal needs.”

  I stared at him, my mind boggling. The government knew they were real. So that meant the Norad tracker thing…oh…wow…I needed a drink.

  “When we mate with humans or other non-elves, they usually take a job for Kringle Enterprises in some capacity, working at the Pole. It’s only for the winter months, too, unless your job takes you to Bunnyville as we call it. That usually only happens if you mate a Summer Elf, though.”

  “So, they will find me a job at the North Pole, doing what, exactly?”

  “Whatever you’d like and prove you can handle.”

  That gave me an idea. “Who liaisons with NORAD?”

  “Oh, that would be our Santa-lite communications department. We let NORAD have access our Santa-lite for that.”

  “Could I train to do that? I used to be in the Air Force, though I worked in the finance office.”

  “Sure. You might even know some of the humans at NORAD!” he said, sounding excited.

  I sincerely doubted that, but was not about to burst his bubble. “And when it’s not Christmas?”

  “Oh, we also handle Halloween and Valentine’s Day and stuff. Cold weather holiday cheer, remember?”

  “Right. But my department wouldn’t be handling that, would it? Not if I worked in the Santa-lite Santa tracker thing with NORAD.”

  He shook his head no. “It’s mainly the candy people and a few unlucky enough to get Cupid duty. So, if they keep me working casual for Candy Fulfillment, might mean I’d have to work.”

  “But we can travel and come visit my family when not busy?” My mind was weighing up all the options. I was not even going to ask about that Cupid thing. Not right now anyway. There was plenty of time to learn about that and the bunny b.s. later.

  “Oh, yeah. Just a globe shake away!”

  I weighed everything up. If there was one thing being in the military had taught me, was that thinking things over for too long could lead to going around in circles. It was best to take the facts and just make a goddamned decision.

  Fact one: I hated my current job.

  Fact two: Fate handed me an elf and in a moment of letting myself get carried away, I’d fucked and mated him. Okay, I had been trusting my gut and consciously did the deed, but still…I hadn’t expected that chomp and all the rest.

  Fact three: I could now pick any job I wanted, but it would be at the North Pole, and working for Santa. SANTA! I might be a grown ass man, but damn. It was SANTA!

  Fact four: I could travel anywhere in an instant. Bauble and I could see the world and come visit my family, as long as it didn’t interfere with our making holiday cheer duties. We might even get time off to go spend a day in Nuremburg for the market.

  Fact five: I had to get a cat. I could not face that nice aunt of his again without one.

  “Okay,” I said. “I’ll hand in my notice tomorrow. Um, what about a place to live? You said you had a room?” I hoped like hell he didn’t live with his parents and that we could get some
thing more than just a room.

  “Oh! Yes, those are for single elves. They’ll grant us a cottage.”

  “They just have empty cottage lying around, huh?”

  “Um, no. They’ll bake us one and then take it to the right spot and leave it overnight. The magic of the Pole turns it real.”

  I decided to not think on this too hard, suspecting this would not be the last thing by any means that I needed to just not even try to rationalize. They were giving us a new house, and it would be ready for us in a day. That’s all I needed to know. “And furniture?”

  “Oh, we mostly buy that the usual way, unless you’re particularly into handcrafting it. Ikea have a delivery option for us, actually, via a special web portal.”

  “And how do we pay for it?”

  He giggled. “We get money, silly! Of course we get paid! We have a bank and everything. How do you think we paid for stuff ehre? So, if you wanted to work finance, you probably could.”

  “Nope.” I was already too enamored with the idea of helping with the Santa Tracker. “Okay, tell them we’re coming, help me get the ball rolling for my new job, and I’ll let my landlord and everyone know I’m moving.”

  “Yep. Just tell them you got hired by Kringle Enterprises,” he giggled.

  “I can get the cat tomorrow,” I decided. “I’m sure the shelter will be open. Maybe two cats, so they can keep each other company.” I was all in on the cat business now, too. Once I made a decision, I stuck to it. I was feeling pretty damned good about this one, every bit of it. “Now, I believe I owe you a spanking!”

  “Yes, Daddy!” he said saucily.

  I raised my eyebrow at him. This boy was definitely going to be a handful.

  Epilogue

  Bauble

  I’d never have dreamed that I’d meet my mate like that. One minute daydreaming that I was one of those happy couples walking through the mall, going home to eat together and cuddle up in front of a fire., all while ogling the man I was fantasizing about as my partner. The next- bam! Finding my mate and managing to make him mine. Mine! And my mate was that very same smoking hot daddy, too.