Santa Claus Is Missing: A Christmas Harem Gamelit

by Sean Shake

  Alexa screamed in pain as the demon raped her, and I couldn’t handle it anymore.

  “No!” I heard one of the girls shout at me, Erica, Scarlett, I couldn’t tell. I didn’t care.

  “Yes,” Ovariea said, her right breast now visible over Alexa’s shoulder, her voice now Alexa’s again. “Come to me.”

  I did, my eyes locked on to that single silver bar in her nipple.

  She didn’t let go of Alexa when I reached her, simply spun around and bent over, exposing her bare sex to me, which oozed wetness, Alexa grunting in pain as she forced her over as well, giving me a good view as she rammed her finger in and out of my wife.

  I let the rage fill me, and my erection formed before me, a great of feat as any I had ever accomplished.

  Then I slammed it into Ovariea and she let out a moan of ecstasy, that was almost enough to get me aroused.

  But not quite.

  Yes,” she moaned as I pumped into her. “Give me your seed Santa. Try to make me into one of your elves.”

  I was gonna make her into something all right.

  I dug my fingers into the soft flesh of Ovariea’s hips and pumped into her harder and harder, her moaning increasing, trying not to imagine what Scarlett and Erica and the other elves—who I could see from the corner of my eye were huddled together, watching in horror—were thinking.

  I only hoped they didn’t try to stop me.

  I didn’t think they would, I didn’t think they would risk Ovariea killing Alexa.

  Because even now her nail was right there, pressed into Alexa’s neck.

  Just a twitch of her finger would be all it would take to end her life.

  I looked at where Rue lay on the ground, throat cut open, eyes wide and dead, and gritted my teeth.

  I was gonna make her pay.

  Ignoring the warning likely written by the dead reindeer a few feet away from me, I activated the skill.

  And felt myself grow.

  Ovariea moaned under me, louder now as my size increased.

  I kept pushing, and she inhaled sharply, her moans that may have been fake becoming quieter, more authentic.

  Then she let out a gasp of surprise. “You’re so… big. How did you get so—”

  She stopped herself, maybe realizing what I was doing, but it was already too late for her.

  I felt myself expand to gargantuan proportions, filling every nook and cranny inside of her wicked body, pressing out her organs—if she had any—taking up the room where they should’ve been, then expanding past that.

  “No. You can’t—”

  Her voice was cut off as I gave one hard final thrust, extending myself all the way up through her and out her mouth.

  I felt her sharp teeth dig into me, but I kept expanding anyway.

  Alexa fell to the ground below us and I wrenched away, pulling Ovariea from her so she couldn’t get a grip on her again.

  But Ovariea had other problems and her hands were now at her throat and mouth.

  She got halfway turned around on me, and I saw her skin shift, her nipples disappearing and reappearing, her sex squeezing tight, trying to close, but unable to.

  I saw many outfits appear and disappear on her. Outfits from my Santa suit, all the way back to things that looked like they might’ve been worn in the stone ages; rough cloth and ragged furs.

  This demon had been around for a long time.

  But she wasn’t going to be around much longer.

  My eyes fell on Rue and I roared, expanding to bursting.

  Ovariea let out one last scream that was muffled by my cock going through her entire body and out her mouth, and then she split, her face and head and body ripping apart like Rumpelstiltskin tearing himself in half at the end of the story, and then she exploded into a thousand-thousand pieces of cloth that floated up into the air and began to rain down upon us.

  71

  I went to Alexa, my massive erection rapidly shrinking back to normal size, and gently turned her over.

  She had blood coming from between her legs and from the gash leading up all the way to her nipple.

  She also had a small puncture in her throat, but no gushes of blood were coming from it.

  She blinked her pretty purple eyes at me. “You saved me.”

  “Of course I did. I’m the Santa Claus. And you’re my wife.”

  She pushed up and hugged me, both of us naked as the day we were born.

  Then she looked over at Rue and let out a sickening little moan. “Rue!”

  She crawled over to her, and behind us I heard a rushing sound.

  Hadn’t I killed all the demons?

  I spun, but saw it was only Scarlett and Erica.

  The look in my eyes stopped them dead, then I turned away and went to Rue.

  The four of us gathered around her dead body, tears pouring from Alexa’s eyes. “Rue,” she moaned. “No. Rue why’d you have to die?”

  “She saved you,” Erica said, as the elves and reindeer reluctantly approached, gathering around and looking down at the corpse, the new reindeer at the front, closest to their creator.

  She felt guilty, I thought, for having failed.

  But she hadn’t failed. She had gotten the North Pole placed and trapped the demons here, saving Christmas.

  Sacrificing herself so children all over the world could experience the magic of Christmas.

  What about our Christmas? Would we even be able to use the sleigh without her?

  And even if we could, what a horrible price to pay.

  I’m the Santa Claus, and all I want for Christmas is something I can’t have. Something no one can give, something my magic can’t fix.

  There’s no resurrection power in my HUD, no mi—

  Miracle.

  That was what we needed. “A Christmas Miracle,” I said quietly.

  Alexa gasped. “Yes. Yes! That’s right. It’s not too late. It’s still Christmas Eve in the Northern Realm.”

  “Are you sure?”

  She pointed to one of this realm’s two moons, a crescent moon, almost completely gone now, just a sliver. “The twelve days don’t end, Christmas doesn’t start, until it’s gone from the Northern Realm.”

  As I looked up at the moon, a countdown timer appeared in my vision. Just under three minutes.

  I breathed out a sigh of relief. “I can save her then.”

  “But you can’t use it here! You need to be on Earth.”

  Shit. That was right.

  “There’s no way you can make it in time,” Scarlett said, looking at the rapidly waning moon.

  I slid my arms under Rue, picking up her dead body, her head lulling sickeningly. “I’m gonna damn well try.”

  Come on, I thought, don’t fail me now, and summoned the spirit of air, thinking back to when I had fallen toward the ground during my fight with Gastly, trying to mimic that sensation, to make myself weightless.

  Then suddenly I was floating up into the air. I focused my energy on my feet and lifted up even faster.

  “Do you know where to go?” Alexa called up to me.

  “Got it marked, remember? Thanks to her.” I gestured at the dead girl in my arms.

  “Hurry then. You don’t have long.”

  She didn’t need to tell me twice.

  I clutched Rue’s dead body to me and hunched over to protect her as I burst through the trees with her.

  Then I spun in the air, locating Lake Superior, and sped off in that direction, towards the coordinates where I’d marked the portal that jutted out of the lake’s surface, and perhaps stretched far below as well.

  I hadn’t realized how far away it was, how long we’d trudged through that forest.

  Even with this much greater speed, the clock was ticking.

  Two minutes.

  A minute and a half.

  A minute, and I reach the workshops, now empty and disused.

  Fifty seconds, and I reach the docks.

  Forty-five and I’m out over the water.

>   Thirty and I’m almost to the portal.

  Twenty-two seconds I burst through the portal and come out into Earth.

  A ship’s off in the distance and it blares its horn, though it can’t be at me.

  I place my hand on Rue’s chest, not sure how this is supposed to work, wishing I asked Alexa for instructions, but now there are only ten seconds left and I’m all out of time. I can only hope it works.

  I can only hope for a miracle.

  72

  Christmas Eve ticks over into Christmas day on the only clock that matters, the clock that watches over all, the Clock of the Northern Realm, and in the Atlantic Ocean, away from the prying eyes of passerby, away from news cameras and cell phones, an honest-to-God miracle happens for the first time in three hundred and fifty years.

  Floating nineteen feet above the ocean surface, a naked man holds a reindeer-girl in a shimmery gown.

  She is dead, her throat slit in a horrid gash gifted by a demon.

  Her antlers weigh down her head, stretching the lifeless muscles in her neck as the man holds her in one arm and places the other between her breasts.

  Light spills out from his hand, so bright that the captain of the ship that accidentally blared its horn when he dosed at the helm, sees it, and wonders if aliens are finally invading.

  It expands and expands, and the captain now feels real fear.

  Then it contracts, winking out in an instant, so quickly, that he’s not sure if he saw what he thinks he saw.

  He shakes his head. He is tired. It must be his dozing mind. An LED perhaps, reflected in the ship’s window.

  He ignores the nagging thought in back of his head at the fact that there are no LEDs that could have reflected in the window, and none nearly so bright.

  A mile away, in darkness now, the reindeer girl’s metallic blue eyes blink, and take in once more that light beyond ultraviolet, a light that permeates everything, always, a light that allows her to see in what other humans consider ‘the dark’.

  Air fills her lungs as the gash on her neck knits back together, and she can taste saltwater spray as she lifts her head, the muscles in her neck alive once more.

  She breathes out, then gasps in another breath, taking in her savior. “I’m alive?”

  The naked man doesn’t try to fight back the tears that come, just bends down and kisses her gently on the mouth. “You’re alive,” he agrees simply.

  And then they leave this realm, an unseen—almost—miracle.

  They do so in hopes of pulling off another miracle, that of saving a Christmas that is already begun.

  73

  I stood next to the completed sleigh, Rue naked inside of it, resting against a cushion at the front made just for this purpose.

  Eight other reindeer were out in front of the sleigh, hooked up to harnesses. They wore light armor and carried gleaming swords—precautions against the worst-case-scenario in the void we were about to enter into. They also had large antlers that ended in wicked-looking points.

  Rue settled now at the front, legs parted, waiting for me. I was back in my Santa suit, having found it among the detritus that Ovariea had exploded into.

  There were many other clothes there, some that would probably come in handy, but for right now we had left them out in the clearing.

  We had a Christmas to save, and not many hours to do it in.

  Luckily I had the spirit of time on my side, and so delivering gifts to about two billion households in the next twelve-or-so hours was within the realm of possibility.

  My spirit of time was at zero for the moment, but Rue had told me that was what she was for.

  Alexa came out with Erica and two other elves, pushing a miniature version of the newly constructed sleigh I waited next to.

  In it was a newly minted Santa bag, stuffed with an impossible amount of gifts.

  About thirteen billion, according to my HUD.

  We’d have to come back here and stock up on more gifts once or twice, as the machines the elves made were still busy producing them.

  But that was fine.

  We should have plenty of time.

  Well, plenty was an exaggeration. We should have enough. But we were cutting it close.

  Erica—who still had Gastly’s ghastly handprint on her face—helped the elves unload the bag from the miniature sleigh and put into the full-size one.

  “Please?” she begged. “Let me go with you.”

  “I already told you no. Now go inside and give yourself a good spanking for disobeying and asking again.”

  “Okay!” she shouted and leapt up into the air then flew inside one of the workshops.

  I shook my head and chuckled, turning my attention to the loaded sleigh. “Are we ready to go?”

  Alexa nodded, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me down into a kiss. “Let’s go save Christmas.”

  We climbed up into the sleigh and settled down at the front, Alexa sitting on the red-velvet-covered seat, me standing in front of Rue, peering out over her head at the eight other reindeer.

  There were no reigns for me to take, because just like everything else they had, it was more advanced than our version of it, and was completely self-driving.

  Well, almost.

  It still need to be started up.

  Which was where Rue—waiting there, her legs open, smiling up at me—came in.

  I pulled myself out of my pants, and was slightly worried about performance anxiety, as all the reindeer had turned to watch, their eager eyes on us.

  But I needn’t have worried, as I instantly grew ready and slipped into her. Alexa wrapped her arms around my back, and she must have been standing on the seat, because she rested her chin on my shoulder, watching as I got Rue started up.

  Rue’s head rolled back, the gash on her neck completely healed, and this time the sight was not sickening, but arousing.

  Her nose began to glow and she let out a moan of pleasure.

  To tease her, I briefly activated Bone Morphing—which I had plenty of points for as it turned out sleep and unspeakable acts with demons weren’t the only way to get points: delivering gifts also refilled them—and she let out a gasp, her nose flickering bright briefly, then dimming.

  She quickly lifted her head up and locked her eyes onto mine, poking a finger into my chest. “Don’t you dare.”

  I smiled at her and let the skill fade, shrinking back to my normal size, and then kissed her as I made love to her in the front of the sleigh and it began lifting off the ground into the air.

  74

  As we flew through dimensions many things tried to assault us. Creatures I couldn’t describe. Creatures I barely even glimpsed. Ones I hoped I’d never have to fight.

  But this was Christmas, and we were in the sleigh, and we had all nine reindeer, and Rue’s nose was glowing oh-so-bright, not just guiding our sleigh on this night, but protecting it and keeping us safe from all the monsters that lurked in the darkness between realms.

  I made love to Rue, our sounds of passion blocking out any horrors and we flew through the night, popping out of this timeless place and into Earth, delivering our many, many gifts.

  Rue orgasmed when we got back to the Northern Realm and lay panting on the floor of the sleigh.

  “We’ve still got two more rounds,” I said. “Think you can handle it?”

  She nodded. “I wasn’t expecting you to be so good.” She swallowed and licked her lips, waved a hand dismissively at me. “Go get the other gifts. It’ll be faster if you carry them. Actually, maybe slow is good. Maybe have a glass of eggnog. Give me a moment to rest.”

  I smiled at her. “How about I bring you a glass as well?”

  She gave me a thumbs up but said nothing.

  Another gift bag loaded, this one with more gifts than the last, but still not enough to cross off all the names on the nice list—which was in my HUD, though I could find no naughty list—alcoholic eggnog flowing through us, I began to get the sleigh started up again
.

  But this time instead of using my ‘key’, I wanted to test out how well its ‘pushbutton start’ worked.

  I pushed Rue’s button well, and she started right up.

  This time, as the sleigh flew through the void between realms, if anyone had been looking, all they would’ve seen were eight reindeer; Rue, head back and gasping in pleasure; and Alexa, squirming on the seat, legs clamped tightly together around her hands.

  They wouldn’t have seen me, because I had my hands full elsewhere.

  Well, my hands, and my mouth.

  This time she didn’t make it all the way back, orgasming before we made it back into the Northern Realm while we were still in the void, and her entire body flashed so bright that it was like lightning, and I could see from the corners of my eyes hideous beasts.

  They screeched at this intrusion of light into their blackness, and flew even farther away than they had been flying.

  Then we burst out of the void, landing roughly in the Northern Realm, back on the landing pad in the middle of our new workshops.

  Rue was gasping, a sheen of sweat over her body despite the coldness. “Okay, we can’t do that again. That was too intense. I almost burned-out there.”

  “So you’re saying you didn’t like it?” I asked with a grin.

  “Oh I liked it, but let’s save it for when there aren’t hideous void creatures trying to destroy us.”

  I nodded once. “Sounds like a plan.”

  I loaded the final round of gifts, Erica begging again to come with me, but I turned her down.

  This was a job for Santa and his reindeer.

  And apparently Mrs Claus.

  This time as I put the ‘key’ in the ‘ignition’, Alexa joined me using her mouth, not on Rue’s pushbutton start, but on a different kind of button, her nipple.

  She sucked at this as I slid in and out of Rue, and the sleigh shot up into the sky, almost too quickly.

  We all stumbled, and I chuckled, Rue letting out an aroused, annoyed little gasp.