Santa Claus Is Missing: A Christmas Harem Gamelit

by Sean Shake

  Hopefully not one like the first. I wasn’t sure how many more surprises I could handle tonight.

  “Yeah,” I agreed. “Ants suck. I guess I’ve killed them.”

  We got back to my apartment, and though I’d kept a lookout for Krampus on the way back, I hadn’t seen him anywhere, nor any spectral traces. I hadn’t kept Track up the whole time though, only activating it every once in a while, since after I finished with these five girls I’d only have two points to spare until I got some sleep.

  By the time we got to my door, four of the girls were panting.

  Strangely the one in the highest thigh-high boots and assassin’s outfit seemed perfectly fine.

  Maybe she really was an assassin.

  An assassin elf, wouldn’t that be something.

  “Only five?” Rue said when I brought the girls in.

  “Jesus, I’m not a superhero.”

  This seemed to shut Rue up, surprisingly.

  “Wow,” one of the new girls said. “What are you, a sheik? Are these all your women?”

  “They’re not my women.” Well actually, I supposed they were in some way. They were my employees. “Not exactly,” I amended.

  “When are we gonna fuck?” one of the new girls asked, a shorter, slightly chubby one. Not fat. Some people might call her curvy.

  But the thought of taking her clothes off and feeling her soft flesh against mine, her large breasts pressing into me, had been what made me choose her.

  She was one of the three that I was really into. The other was the assassin, and the third, though I was slightly less into her now, even though it seemed unfair, was the one who’d seen her brother’s penis.

  She was slender, not particularly tall or short, maybe five-five. Nothing about her exactly stood out; average breasts, average height, slightly slender but not overly so, light brown hair that came to her shoulders, blue eyes.

  She was pretty, and if she passed you by, you might stare. But you wouldn’t notice her in a crowd. She wasn’t a supermodel.

  But there was something about her face, her features, that was very compelling. Very much a turn on.

  The other two girls were the redhead—the second of the night, and hopefully not a repeat of the first—and another brunette, who as of yet had said nothing.

  It was strange to think that I had managed to bring a girl home who I’d not exchanged a single word with, and who I was about to sleep with.

  Thinking it might be interesting, I decided to start with her, and so I went to her and pulled her dress up.

  She looked at me, but kept her silence.

  I pulled myself out and pushed her panties aside as I slid into her.

  The orgasm was rather intense for how short the liaison lasted, and also the fact that we hadn’t said a single word to each other.

  Silently, I pulled out of her.

  She readjusted her panties, pulled her skirt down, then sat down on the floor.

  Where she promptly passed out.

  “Wow,” the assassin girl said. “Have you got a magic cock?”

  “Why don’t you come over here and find out for yourself.”

  43

  I did the assassin, having her keep her boots on, then the other three girls—even the brother lover.

  It was strange and oddly—or perhaps not oddly—arousing to do it in the middle of my living room while Alexa, Rue, and the fiery redhead watched, as I systematically banged each girl, whereupon they would pass out.

  It was now back to just me, Rue, Alexa, and the redhead, as the five new girls lay passed out on my floor.

  Thankfully the second redhead wasn’t like the first.

  “Maybe I do need some furniture,” I said looking at the new girls. My bed was full with the earlier three: the goth girl, the Latina, and Vampirella.

  “I have furniture,” the redhead said.

  I looked at her. “That’s not a bad idea. Some of you probably have houses of your own. Apartments at least.”

  “I have a house. Well it’s not really mine, I inherited it. Well I guess it is mine since I inherited it. I still think my memory is faulty. I’m not sure why. Isn’t that weird?”

  “Very weird,” I assured her. “So this house, where is it?”

  “Bay Harbor.”

  “Nice area.” And it wasn’t too far away either. I wondered if we’d all fit. “How big is this house?”

  “About three thousand square feet”

  I whistled. “Wow. That’s big.”

  “I’ve got plenty of beds too. I think we could fit all of us there.”

  “It would only need to be for tonight,” Rue said. “Once these girls wake up, we can take them back through a portal.”

  “People have to be awake to go through portals?” I asked. Embarrassingly, I hadn’t even considered taking them to the Northern Realm. I was just focused on gathering them all first.

  I had a problem with getting too focused on one part of something at times and not seeing the whole.

  But it made sense to take them there. A lot more room, for one thing.

  “Almost always,” Rue said. “There are sometimes exceptions, but they’re rare. But we would definitely have to have them awake to take them back. Especially to the Northern Realm.”

  “All right—” I stopped, just now noticing that the redhead was wearing something around her neck.

  “Is that a… choker?”

  “You like this?” she asked excitedly, eager to show it off. “I made it.”

  I got closer and squinted at it, tilting my head to one side, then the other.

  It looked very familiar. The blue gem—wait, it wasn’t actually a gem, it was plastic in the center.

  The thing was black with what I now saw was a slowly pulsing light in the center, almost like my—

  No.

  She hadn’t.

  That was impossible.

  You couldn’t make a choker out of that.

  I ran to my bedroom, heedless of the passed out elves, and yanked opened the closet.

  To my horror I found my PlayStation box opened.

  I had planned to sell that.

  Next to it was the box of my old computer parts.

  They appeared untouched.

  I went back out to the living room. “You made a choker out of my PlayStation controller?”

  “You said to use your old computer parts.”

  “Yeah, exactly. Old computer parts. That thing’s brand-new.”

  “Didn’t look new to me,” Rue said. “I mean, you have to hook it up to a screen. How lame is that? It doesn’t even connect to your brain.”

  “Connect to your brain? You have things that connect to your brain?”

  “Duh.” For some reason hearing her say this seemed very incongruous. “You have the contacts, don’t you?”

  “Yeah but those don’t connect my brain, they’re just…” I trailed off, realizing I actually had no idea how they worked. “Do they connect my brain?”

  “Of course. That’s how they read information about you and your powers.”

  “That seems dangerous.”

  “Oh it’s perfectly safe,” Alexa said. “It’s been in use for hundreds of years. Nothing to worry about. We’ve got all the bugs worked out by now.”

  “Most of them,” Rue added. “There’s still a few. But don’t worry about those, you’ll be fine. You have the powers of the Santa Claus.”

  “Gee, you’re giving me so much confidence.” I looked at the elves lying on the floor, then toward my bedroom.

  Even though I’d just run in there, I hadn’t actually checked on the girls. “Everyone still okay?” I asked Alexa.

  “The other three are fine.”

  “We should get them moved to her house.” I gestured at the redhead.

  It wasn’t just the lack of space here. Despite not finding anything earlier, I was a little unnerved by my door having been open. True, I might’ve left it open, but I also might not have.

 
; Then I groaned and pressed my hand to my forehead. “Krampus. If he comes back, we won’t be here.”

  “Oh he’s not coming back,” Rue said.

  “How do you know?”

  “I don’t. I just don’t think he’s the kind of person to come back when he has the whole wide world available to him. Nick—I mean the previous Nick, the previous Santa—hasn’t let anyone from the other realms come to Earth in a long time. I think he probably wants to explore and have some fun.”

  “Why do I get the feeling I’m not gonna like a demon’s idea of fun?” I asked

  “Probably because you won’t,” Rue assured me confidently.

  44

  The redhead’s house—whose name was Erica, I’d finally gotten tired of thinking of her as the redhead and asked her—was even nicer than I’d expected.

  It had a pool in the backyard, and also faced the water, having its own private dock, with a boat and all.

  It looked plenty large for all the girls and me. Especially if it was only for the night.

  I also felt much better being somewhere that I knew no one would come looking for me.

  Of course it didn’t make any sense that someone would come looking for me at my apartment, but I never claimed to be fully rational.

  Erica was still naked, refusing to put on any clothes.

  I’d given up really caring.

  The only part that made me a little nervous had been carrying all the girls down to my truck and then driving with them to Erica’s.

  But it had gone fine, as had unloading the girls and getting them put away in Erica’s guest bedrooms while they metamorphosed.

  She had three bedrooms in addition to her own, so we divided the five new girls among them, and put Erica’s friends in her bedroom. She didn’t know the goth girl, but she said she was her sister now and so it was fine if she stayed in her bed with the other two.

  After chugging a water from the kitchen—a very nice, expensive looking kitchen with white tile and stainless steel everywhere—and then taking a piss in an equally nice bathroom, I returned to the living room to find Erica missing.

  “Where is she?” I asked Alexa and Rue, who apparently had the drunk munchies as they were going through Erica’s pantry.

  “In her bedroom.”

  I went to check on her and found she had stripped all three girls naked.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, horrified. It seemed strange to take off girls’ clothes while they were unconscious.

  But then again I was a guy.

  “I’m tucking them in.”

  “No, why’d you take their clothes off?”

  “Oh. They’ll be much more comfortable like that. Trust me, I would know.”

  “Why? Because you’re naked?”

  “What? Oh, no… I forgot I was naked. No, I mean because I’m a woman.”

  I shook my head—talking to her was starting to make it hurt.

  “Fine. Leave the other girls alone. Don’t take their clothes off. I don’t want them to wake up and be—” Well they probably would be confused no matter what. Or maybe they wouldn’t be, they were elves now, after all.

  Erica and I went to the kitchen and sat at the kitchen counter with Alexa and Rue, who were eating frosting from a container with their fingers.

  “More sugar?” I asked.

  “Mmm,” they both moaned in unison.

  I cursed my penis as it started responding to this sound.

  “Okay, we’ve got hours to go until the girls wake up, and I’m out of points. So I’m going to try—” Then I thought of something, remembering my negative energy. Could my points go negative?

  “I’m out of points, but what happens if I use Elf Creation anyway?”

  “Negative points,” Rue answered, then moaned again as she sucked another dollop of frosting from her finger.

  Just what I needed, magic that worked like credit cards.

  I was already in monetary debt, now I could be in magical debt too.

  “And what’s so bad about that?”

  She licked her lips contentedly, eyes closed. “For Elf Creation? Trolls.”

  “Trolls?”

  She looked at me and sighed. “Yeah. They’re like negative elves. Elves create, trolls destroy. There’s more to it, but I wouldn’t want to overburden your simple brain.”

  45

  “I’m going to try to get some sleep,” I said, getting up from the kitchen counter. “I’m not tired at all though.”

  “We could watch Christmas movies until you fall asleep,” Erica suggested.

  “Why not,” I said. Better than lying awake for hours.

  Erica seemed unreasonably happy at this.

  “I’m going to get out of this suit and take a shower.”

  “The suit’s self-cleaning,” Alexa said. “It also keeps you clean, so you probably don’t need to take a shower either. Maybe your face and hair, since you weren’t wearing the helmet. They look fine to me.”

  “That’s convenient,” I said.

  “I’ll make popcorn,” Erica said, and started doing just that. “Go ahead and wait in the living room.” She pointed at her couch, which was just across the room in the open-floor-plan house.

  As I sat down on the couch, I started peeling off the suit, but as I got it down to my waist, I realized I wasn’t wearing anything under it, and I also had no clothes to put on once I took it off, since I was not at my own home and I hadn’t thought to pack clothes.

  Alexa was watching me. “What is it?” she asked, seeing me frozen in place. “Did you think of something else we should be doing?”

  I shook my head. “Other than looking for Krampus, no. I just…”

  “You just what?” Rue asked. She still had the frosting container. It looked like they were going to polish that entire thing off.

  “I’m not wearing anything under these. And I don’t have any clothes to put on.”

  “So?” Rue asked.

  I guessed she was right. I had after all had sex in front of them.

  Shrugging, I pulled the suit the rest of the way off and laid it on the coffee table, then sat down on the couch.

  I lifted an arm, just to see if I smelled, but to my surprise I didn’t, even after the exertion of the day and walking in the Miami heat.

  This Santa thing was pretty sweet.

  Though I probably still would take showers. They were quite relaxing and I enjoyed them. But it was nice that I didn’t have to take them.

  So long as I wore the suit.

  I grabbed one of several remotes and tried to figure out how to turn the TV on, but failed.

  After half a minute it of this, Rue handed the frosting to Alexa and snatched the remote from my hands. “Give me that.”

  Within a few seconds she had the TV on and a Christmas movie playing. The Nightmare Before Christmas.

  I wasn’t sure that this would put me to sleep. Maybe something like Miracle on 34th Street would be better.

  “You know,” Alexa said, “I always wondered why this was the only movie that seems to get Christmas somewhat right. All the other ones just have Santa stuff, none of the other people that make up Christmas.”

  “Halloween Town’s not real,” Rue said.

  “How do you know?” I asked.

  “That’s a good point,” Alexa agreed. “We can’t know everything.”

  I heard popping from the kitchen, a sign that popcorn would soon be ready.

  I wondered if the Santa Claus needed to eat.

  A minute later, as I shoved handfuls of popcorn into my mouth, I found out that whether or not it was necessary, I was quite hungry.

  “Maybe I should make another bowl,” Erica said, watching me. She sat down beside me on the couch, still naked of course.

  “I’m good,” I mumbled through a full mouth.

  On my other side Alexa asked, “Do you have pillows and blankets?”

  Erica put up a finger. “Good idea. I’ll be right back.”

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p; Alexa leaned forward and reached around to undo her bra, and I paused my eating to watch her strip.

  My erection grew as her amount of covered flesh shrank.

  She smiled at me when she was naked, looking down at my erection. “Can I sit on your lap and tell you what I want for Christmas?”

  “You can sit on my lap anytime,” I told her.

  She tilted her head. “I think you need your sleep. I’ll wait until another time.” Instead of sitting in my lap, she lay her head there, pressing my erection out of the way, her hair brushing against me and not doing anything to diminish my arousal.

  Then Rue shrugged, got up, and stripped as well.

  I was never going to get any sleep at this rate.

  When Erica came back with pillows and blankets, I immediately grabbed one from her and threw it over Alexa so I didn’t have to see her beautiful body, hoping she wouldn’t overheat in the air-conditioned house.

  After a few minutes my erection mostly subsided, and we cuddled together on the couch, watching The Nightmare Before Christmas.

  Despite my earlier thought about not being able to, I ended up drifting off before Jack Skellington had even made it out of Halloween Town.

  46

  When I woke up I was alone on the couch.

  I sat up and stretched, then looked around, but didn’t see anyone.

  I grabbed my Santa suit from the coffee table and dug through it for my cell phone to check the time.

  Wow, I didn’t expect it to be so late. I did go to sleep late, but it was still surprising I had slept this long.

  I found the girls in the backyard, Erica, true to her word about never wearing clothes again, still not having gotten dressed.

  They were eating what looked like Chinese food.

  Before going outside I went around to the bedrooms to check on the soon-to-be-elves.

  All of them were still sleeping.

  Also true to her word, Erica had not taken the clothes off any of the others.

  I walked outside, then realized I was not wearing anything. We were by the water, but the table they were sitting at was set well back, the only way someone would see was if they were passing directly by on a boat.

  “Hey lover,” Alexa said, smiling at me.