North Pole Naughty
Here's something short, smutty and seasonal. Fappy Holidays, everyone!
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"Okay girls, the boys are air-borne and the old man's off to work! Let's get the party started!" Sierra shouted, eliciting a cacophony of hoot and cat-calls from the assembled does as they all downed their first cups of eggnog.
"Hey, anyone check to see if Mrs. Clause's asleep yet? Wouldn't want her to walk in on us..." Elsa asked, although since she was already refilling her glass she didn't look like she really wanted to slow down.
"Nah, she's already out like a light. I saw Rudolph sneaking out her window a little while ago, after his 'pre-flight check'..." another doe replied, her brows waggling suggestively at the last part.
"OMG, you don't mean...?"
"Yup. Why do you think his nose glows so bright? Every year before their ride he sneaks away and nogs the old girl's eggs!"
The last statement was meat by raucous laughter from the six femmes. The mood was already raunchy, and would get much more so as the evening went on. Officially, the does were there to pull Mrs. Claus' sleigh on those occasions that she decided to venture from the North Pole. Unofficially, they were there because the stags had certain needs, and if those weren't met they could get distracted, which could be very dangerous at high altitudes.
The girls were generally very well behaved through-out the year, with Christmas being the one exception. They had the big stable all to themselves and liked to get really naughty on the one night they knew Santa didn't have enough time to pay attention to such things. But since it was Christmas, they kept things festive. There was the eggnog that needed to be kept away from open flames, and of course the fact that they all wore their harnesses, complete with jingle bells. The fact that it was all they wore meant the scene wasn't one that was likely to show up on a Christmas card. One of the girls turned the music on and soon the stable was full of very merry jingling as the does began to dance, giving each other a playful grope or caress as the evening got under way.
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Standing under the northern lights, Alfie reflected on another year's work well done. The elves were celebrating, as they always did, singing carols, drinking wassail and reflecting on all the children who'll be brining from ear to ear when they open their presents tomorrow. The lone elf was taking a brisk stroll because he suspected the cider for the wassail was left to ferment a tad too long and that not all the alcohol had cooked out. So he went out to get a little fresh air, not wanting to be inebriated on this, of all nights!
Walking along he heard the jingling of sleigh bells and realized it was coming from the stables. He realized that the does were in there tonight and it occurred to him that he never thought about what they did on Christmas Eve. He was glad to hear that they seemed to be having a nice time, and figured he might as well pop in to wish them a merry Christmas while he was out here.
The smile on Alfie's elfin face dropped along with his jaw when he opened the stall door. The stall was festively decorated, with holly, tinsel, and merry twinkling lights, but the music blaring from the speakers didn't seem particularly appropriate for the holidays, but then again the does themselves weren't. Alfie knew the reindeer didn't need to wear much, what with the sleek fur covering them antler-to-toe, but they usually had their naughty parts covered, at least. The black leather straps of the cervine girls' harnesses seemed only to accentuate their nudeness, and the elf's face turned red when he spotted little sprigs of mistletoe some of the girls had hanging from their necks, and in some cases, from their tails!
"Ooh girls, cover your goodies, we have a guest!" one of the does shouted out gleefully, although none of the others bothered to cover anything up. Still, they did stop their rather... vigorous dancing and turned their eyes on the blushing elf, standing stunned in the doorway.
"I, uh, just wanted to stop over and wish you a merry Christmas..." Alfie said, his normally high-pitched voice sounding extra-squeaky. On one hand he was glad none of the girls seemed embarrassed by their state of undress, but somehow he wound up becoming embarrassed enough for all of them.
"Well come on in and close the door! The cold air's makin' me all stiff!" one of the girls said, giving her perky breasts a little shake and causing the other does to break out in laughter. Alfie got the impression that the gals may have had a little too much to drink...
"That's better! What's your name lil' fella?" asked another doe, bending over a bit and placing her hands on her thighs. This squeezed her bosom between her arms, forcing the elf to look up at her antlers so as not to notice her state of undress.
"Uhm, I'm Alfie..."
"Ohmygosh, Alfie the Elfie!" the doe exclaimed clapping her hands happily as the other females giggled.
"Well Alfie, I'm Daisy and these are Elsa, Lori, Sierra, Darla and Maxine. 'Ere, have a drink with us!" the doe said, offering the elf a glass of frothy eggnog that had enough bourbon in it to give it a distinctly mocha color.
"Uhm, I'm not much of a drinker, maybe some fruit juice?" the elf asked hopefully, not wanting to be rude by turning the girls down.
"Oh, here, this has fruit innit!" the one called Maxine said, pushing a bottle to Alfie's lips. Before the elf could get his bearings, he felt something slush down his throat, burning on its way down.
"*Cough* W-what was that?"
"Brandy! It's got lotsa fruity goodness distilled into it!"
"Tastes like... mint?" the elf said, feeling a bit of color rise to his cheek from what he suspected was quite a strong spirit.
"Oops, my bad! That's the peppermint schnapps. Here!" the doe said, sticking another bottle in Alfie's mouth and getting another few swallows down his throat.
"So, whassit like at the elf party? You li'l helpers getting wild over there?" Daisy asked hopefully.
"Oh, it's pretty traditional, I guess. You know- warm beverages, carols..." Alfie said. He knew he was still as red as a beet, although he wasn't sure if it was the liquor he'd drank, or the sight of the nude deer girls crowding around him.
"Ooh, girls, let's sing him our Christmas carol!" That was meet with a chorus of approvals and soon all the does were singing.
"Dashing through the snow, Hoping to get laid, Find cute boys to blow, Or take them the whole way!"
The first verse was as far as the inebriated does could get before laughing and giggling hysterically. Alfie couldn't help but smile himself, in spite of the lewdness of their 'carol'. Some of the girls had to hold on to one another to stop themselves from falling over with laughter, and the elf noticed they were getting fairly physical.
"Eeeee, look at Alfie!" Elsa cried out gleefully, pointing below the elf's waist. It took Alfie a second to realize what she was pointing at. His shyness came back with full force as the elf's hands flew to his crotch in an attempt to hide his arousal.
"Alfie, you're a boy-elf?" Darla asked, sounding honestly surprised, but not disappointed.
"Well... yes?" Alfie replied.
In truth, he couldn't blame them for not picking up on it immediately. All elves wore the same uniform, which consisted of a button-down top that went mid-thigh and was cinched at the waist, with striped green and red stockings on their arms and legs. Male elves were androgynous and best, and the outfit definitely didn't help. To make matters worse, they all had the same underwear, which while being nice and silky didn't have enough room in them for a male elf's bits. However, since Mrs. Clause herself designed the outfits, none of the boy-elves could ever work up the nerve to talk to her about the issue. As a result, Alfie's little pixie-stick was quite noticeable once it got stiff.
"Aww, c'mon Alfie, don't be shy! I mean, we're all pretty much nekkid already!" Maxine cooed at the embarrassed elf.
"Hey yeah! Ish not fair him seeing us in our jingle-bells and us not getting' to see him. C'mon, elf-boy, strip for us!" Maxine suggested, downing another glass of nog.
"Ooh, ooh, but he hasta leave the stockings on, they'll look shoooo cute! But yeah, everything else's gotta go!" Sierra suggested to a chorus of approval from the other does.
"Uh, ladies, I don't want to be a party pooper, but couldn't we get into trouble over... this?" he asked, surprising himself by realizing he no longer really had a problem with getting nude for the deer girls, who seemed so nice and friendly, but was still sober enough to think of the consequences.
"No, you shee, this is Santa's busiest night, and the one time he doesn't worry about who's nice and who isn't, cause... cause the lisht is already done, see? We been doing thish for years, and he never knows." Darla explained, and as soon as she did the does had lined up in front of him and were chanting "Strip! Strip!"
Alfie smiled shyly before giving in to deer pressure, starting with unbuckling his black leather belt. After that came the big red buttons, and once the last one had been undone, the elf opened the green top, the does hooting and howling at the sight of his svelte body, their eyes quickly focusing on his stiff cocklet straining against a pair of silky red panties. Feeling quite literally cheeky, the elf turned around, thrusting his pert rear out at the cheering does as he slid his fingers in the waistband of his underwear before bending over and sliding them down. As he almost lost his balance, it occurred to Alfie that he'd gotten pretty tipsy from the strong drink he was given, but that it was probably OK, since he seemed to be in good company. He took a big breath before turning around, hands clasped behind his back as he looked at the floor shyly, his slim body now on full display.
"Def'nately a boy elf!" Elsa noted, her eyes focusing on Alfie's erect shaft.
"Ish soo funny lookin'! Why's it have a knob on the end?" Darla asked out loud, bending over and squinting to get a better look. Alfie saw her nostrils flare as she sniffed him mere seconds before the doe flicked out her long tongue across his sensitive head, coaxing a gasp from the surprised elf.
"Tasty! Not like a stag, but pretty nice..." the doe reported, sparking curiosity among the others as she began to take long, loving licks along the elf's member.
"I wanna taste!" Sierra cried out, getting on her knees and sticking her muzzle into Alfie's crotch.
"Hey, I'm not done!" Darla replied, and the two does began to playfully tongue-wrestle Alfie's member away from the other, making the elf squirm in place.
The elf's hands were clenched into tiny fists at his side as he tried to maintain some composure while two muzzles sloppily worked his cocklet over. Elves generally didn't have much of a libido and Alfie couldn't remember the last time he had some intimate fun, but surrounded by the bubbly does he felt hornier than he'd ever been, possibly due to the fact that he was more inebriated than he'd ever been.
He could feel the blush travel to the tips of his ears as he looked down at the doe-eyed femmes. The two seemed to reach an unspoken agreement, giving him longing looks as they serviced him in tandem, one of them suckling the head of his cock while the other ran her longue down his shaft and over his hairless pouch.
"Ooh, I think he's close! Look at his lil butt clench!" Elsa announced from behind him.
Noting the way the elf's little member was starting to twitch, Darla and Sierra brought their muzzles to the tip, kissing around Alfie's head. The elf's vision blurred as he felt himself climax, his slim shaft sending out ropes of pearly-white cum. The two cervine tongues caught the first few spurts, with the rest spraying out all over the doe's muzzles.
"Hey everybody, Maxine's got the Yule Log out!" Lori shouted with delight and all the does' heads turned to stare at Maxine, grinning wickedly as something big bobbed between her legs.
"Awright, now we can really start the party!" Darla said, pausing her licking of Sierra's cummy muzzle long enough to do so.
"Hell yeah, we can! It's my turn to wear it, and I've been doing pelvic exercises all year!" the doe gloated, giving one sharp buck of her hips. The other does squealed with delight as the action sent the fake cock slapping against Maxine's trim belly.
Alfie stared speechless at the monster between Maxine's legs. It was secured to her with black leather straps, although from his low vantage point the elf could see that the other end was... entering the doe, to some extent. The glossy shaft looked quite big, with festive red and green stripes along its length.
Alfie didn't ask where the does got their hands on such a thing, since people at the North Pole generally didn't. How could Santa deliver all those presents in one night? How could elves first trained to make stuffed bears make handheld electronics in a quaint workshop, rather than a sprawling industrial complex? How could reindeer fly? Compared to that, the appearance of a strap-on didn't seem all that far-fetched.
Most of the does crowded around Maxine, or maybe the Yule Log, arguing about who's gonna be first. But not all of them, Alfie realized, as he felt a hand land on his shoulder and spin him around until he was face-to-chest with Sierra.
"Alfie, Alfie, Alfie..." the doe spoke, looking down at him with a twinkle in her eye "Whaddaya say you return the favor, and mebbe I'll lift my tail for ya when your candy-cane gets hard again?"
Alfie politely nodded. He wasn't sure what the doe was asking him to do, but it would be very rude not to return a favor after the girls had been so nice to him. With a sly grin Sierra spread her legs a little, putting her hands on the elf's shoulders and gently but firmly pushing him down. Alfie found his knees folding until he was almost squatting, his face now level with the hairless trip between the doe's legs. To give him an additional hint, the doe took the tiny sprig of mistletoe hanging from around her neck and brought it down to just above her mound, twirling it meaningfully. The elf felt another blush coming on, but fortunately he knew where he could hide his face.
"OoooOOhh, thatsh a good Elfie! Such a great kisser..." Sierra moaned out, her hands gripping the wavy blonde hair on Alfie's head as she pushed his face against her moist slit.
Alfie wasn't sure what he was doing, but the sounds Sierra was making, as well as her firm grip on his head, told him he was probably doing a good job. He was trying to sort of wriggle his tongue around inside the cervine cunny, remembering how good the does' tongues had felt on his shaft, but Sierra wasn't making it easy as she slid her pussy across his face.
With his field of vision now very limited, his pointy ears picked up several disappointed groans as well as one ecstatic squeal. It was shortly followed by another one, and then by a cacophony of moans as gasps, as well as the rhythmic ringing of jingle bells. The other noises were getting harder to hear, however, as the doe riding his face became more vocal herself.
"Mhh, thatsh a good li'l elf... gonna cream your pretty face..." Sierra moaned, biting her lower lip as she began to buck against Alfie's mouth. Having difficulty maintaining balance, as well as breathing, the elf's hands flew up and around the doe, grasping her perky ass-cheeks as he struggled to keep himself from being pushed over. That apparently was enough to push her over as she pressed Alfie's lips against hers just before her quim began to twitch.
She almost purred as the elf between her legs dutifully lapped up the honey now gushing from her quivering pussy. Before he knew what was happening, Alfie found himself lifted up and wrapped in a warm hug, his femcum-smeared face buried between a pair of lush fluffy breasts.
"You kish good for a boy Alfie! Now c'mon let's watch the show!" she said, leading him to where three of the does were standing, huddled around something.
Once they stepped around the females, Alfie realized what was causing all the jingling, not to mention moaning. Maxine was holding Daisy by the harness strap that ran across the doe's back, the deer-girl bending over and thrusting her ass out to meet the other female's powerful thrusts. He could see the Yule Log, now polished to a sheen as it sawed in and out of the deliriously happy Daisy. Even though Maxine was pounding into her with all she had, the receiving doe seemed ecstatic, her eyes glazed as her pussy drooled a steady stream of deer honey around the silicone shaft pumping her cunny.
As he stood there Alfie could feel himself get hard again, and couldn't help but notice that the spectating does were busily pumping away between their legs, their eyes glued to the two copulating females in front of them. A part of him knew he should be shocked by such lewd behavior, and on this of all nights, but in truth watching the two girls go at it in front of everyone was giving him a little thrill.
"Ungh... fugg me... harder! Oooooh, Maxi, I'm... I'm..." Daisy's statement ended in a high-pitched wail as Maxine grabbed one of her antlers, dragging her head up as she gave one last thrust. The impaled doe's eyes were screwed shut, and her tail was visibly quivering as she came around the toy buried so deep in her stocking. Once she was done Maxine pulled the synthetic shaft out, showing a slightly-gaped deer pussy with white goo slowly dribbling out of it. Alfie was puzzled by the sight until Maxine turned and he saw a huge syringe about three-quarters full of something pale and creamy strapped to her other hip. The other girls cheered and applauded before starting to argue about who would go next.
"Hey, looksh like out little guest liked the show..." Elsa pointed out, her eyes fixed on Alfie's once again hard shaft. "How 'bout it Alfie? Wanna get buck wild?" she asked the elf, running a messy hand down the white fur on her front.
"Naw, Alfie just gave me a very nice kiss, so I promished I'd lift my tail for him..." Sierra said, stepping up behind the elf and wrapping her hands around him possessively.
"Ooh, I wanna see that! I bet he looks adorable when he fucks!" Lori gushed and soon the other does were nodding their heads in agreement.
Suddenly Alfie found himself the center of attention as Sierra spread her legs until her rear end was level with his crotch. The doe then wrapped her hands around Elsa for support as she bent over and arched her back, thrusting her ass out at the blushing elf, her bushy tail lifted in clear invitation. Alfie had only a second to admire the sight of the deer-girl's still slick slit before the other doe's crowded around them, their hands touching him all over as they guided him to the presenting female.
There was a brief commotion as one of the girl's spread Sierra's well-tongued lips, while another one took charge of getting the elf's twitching member to the steamy opening. Once his tip was wedged, a hand came down on his exposed cheeks, the light smack making the elf buck and burry half his shaft into the doe in front of him.
"C'mon Alfie, don't make the girl beg. Pump that rump!" Darla called out, and pretty soon all the gathered does were shouting encouragements.
Blushing up to his pointed ears, the elf put his hands on Sierra's fluffy ass as he shoved the rest of his shaft into her warm, moist folds. The doe cooed encouragingly, and emboldened by the cheering females all around him Alfie let himself go and started to hump against the deer girl until her bells started to jingle. He wasn't sure how he compared to one of the stags, but the sounds Sierra was making as his slim cock slid in and out her steamy snatch certainly made him feel like one. His previous sexual encounters had been quite tame and gentle, but with the deer-girls the policy seemed to be 'the wilder the better'.
And there was certainly no regard to privacy or modesty! Even as he humped away, the elf could feel the hands of the other does running across his body, impatiently pinching and groping areas they found particularly irresistible. Nor was Sierra safe, with Elsa now bent over her slightly, her hands clearly playing with the does firm teats.
Alfie had just gotten used to the girls seemingly inexhaustible interest in his little behind when he felt a pair of hands grip and spread his cheeks. It was when he felt a puff of air against his pucker that he tried to turn around to see what was going on, but Lori stopped him by grabbing his pointed chin and planting a kiss on his lips. That relaxed the elf a bit, and he allowed the doe's tongue to slip into his mouth mere moments before another tongue went somewhere else entirely.
Alfie was startled by the never before felt sensation, to the point that he'd even stopped his humping. Undeterred, Sierra began to thrust her rear back and forth, sliding her cunny up and down the elf's shaft. She was smacking into him with such vigor that Alfie was sure she would have pushed him over, if somebody behind him didn't have such a good grip.
After the initial shock wore off, the elf had to admit he was starting to enjoy the attention being paid to his little rump. It felt wonderfully naughty just standing there and letting somebody hold his cheeks in a firm possessive grip as they licked his little pucker. He couldn't help but be reminded of the way he'd licked Sierra before sheathing himself inside her and almost giggled out loud at the absurdity of the idea that one of the does was preparing him the same way! Apparently, the elf had relaxed enough for the deer girl behind him to take advantage, slipping her tongue just past his pucker and making Alfie let out a cute mewling sound.
"Oh yeah, he wantsh it! C'mon Maxine, don't keep him waiting!" Daisy said, with a sly grin on her muzzle and a busy hand between her legs.
While the dazed elf was trying to puzzle out what the doe was talking about, the tongue left his pucker as his cheeks were released, the hands now moving to hold his hips. He felt a pair of warm, full breasts press into his back at the same time something wet and hard nestled into the crack of his ass. As Maxine planted little kisses on the side of his neck, Alfie remembered the rod she'd had hanging between her shapely legs, just before the tip of it slid down along his crack until it had pressed against his tongue-slicked little opening. Maxine gave a little moan into his neck as she gently nudged her hips against his pucker, making the elf gasp as he felt something warm smear against it.
"W-what's... Ah!" Alfie tried to say but his sentence ended in a girlish gasp as the blunt tip of the shaft was given another nudge, this time stretching his lubed ring a little.
"It'sh called Christmas cheer, and Maxi's gonna fill ya full of it! It's warm, and gooey, and slippery, and your tush ish gonna look sooooo cute when itsh all leaky and creamy!" Lori said, her eyes now glued to the elf's rear.
"But... but..." Alfie tried to think of something to say, but thinking had been hard enough with just the alcohol clouding his mind. The sensations of a doe riding his shaft while something pressed against his ass were definitely not helping.
"'Course it's going in your butt, silly, you don't have a pussy!" Elsa said with a giggle.
"Aww, c'mon Alfie, I'll take it easy on ya." Maxine spoke into his ear, her voice sweet as syrup as she did her best to butter the elf up. "You've been such a good boy, and tonight's the night good boysh are supposed to get toys..." she said, giving her hips a little buck and sending the first inch of the Yule Log into the elf's pert rear.
Alfie's hands flew to cover his mouth, but arrived too late to muffle a distinctly girlish squeal as Maxine took his boy-cherry. The does gave a cheer as they shouted out lascivious encouragements to the blushing elf. Fortunately, Maxine seemed to be willing to give him a little time to get used to having her inside him, giving him another little squirt of the pearly goo to slick him up.
Unfortunately for the elf, Sierra wasn't giving him a break. The doe went back to thrusting her ass back against the little elf, fucking herself on his cock and, perhaps unintentionally, pushing him back little by little on Maxine's shaft. Still, Alfie realized that once he relaxed, he had no trouble taking the rubbery rod. The doe had done a good job preparing him with her tongue, and the stuff she was squirting into him was making his insides nice and slick. The sensation of fullness was... strange, but not unpleasant, and every now and again that blunt tip would nudge against something that definitely felt nice!
When he felt the doe's furry hips against the smooth skin of his rump, the elf realized she'd been slowly pushing into him all this time. As Maxine ground her crotch against him for a few seconds, wriggling that thick shaft inside Alfie's no longer virgin ass, he found himself trying to stifle some very naughty sounds. And when the doe slid her fake cock half way out his ass before plunging it back in, he failed, although the jingling bells did muffle it a little.
"Ooh, thatsh the spirit Alfie! Breed your li'l doe!" Sierra cooed in delight. Apparently when Maxine had slammed Alfie into her she'd mistaken it for a particularly passionate thrust on the elf's side. None of the other deer gals bothered to correct her, giggling as they shouted out encouragements such as 'Yeah, breed that doe!', although Alfie wasn't sure if they were directed at him or Maxine.
By then Alfie was too far gone to control either his voice or his movements. Instead he just did his best to hold on to Sierra's fluffy butt as Maxine began to pound in and out of his, driving him into the moaning doe in front of him every time she did. The sensations of Sierra's silky walls wrapped around his shaft while Maxine's toy filled him up so snuggly every time she shoved it in was too much for the elf to care about what he looked or sounded like.
He knew he was becoming messy back there as Maxi's thrusting pumped some of the goo out of him, could feel a little trickle of the stuff ooze out of him and along his smooth little sack. Rather than be embarrassed, the elf felt a little thrill at the thought that the does were seeing him in this state. And the fingers busily slipping in and out of their cervine cunnies told him just how much they enjoyed watching him.
Sierra snapped him out of his reverie when she let out a shuddering moan that ended in a keening cry, her pussy clenching around the elf's cock, drenching his crotch as she came. Overwhelmed by the sensation of his shaft being milked and squeezed by the deer girl's pussy, Alfie threw himself across the doe's back, wrapping his arms around her waist as he felt his little sack tighten.
"Ooh, I think he'sh about to cum!" Darla exclaimed, bending over to get a good view of the action.
"C'mon Alfie, do it. Cum! Cum!" Lori started to chant, and a moment later the other does had joined in, cheering the little elf on.
Alfie's hips started humping in fast, shallow strokes and a few seconds later he was grunting cutely as he began filling Sierra up with hot, sticky elf-cum while the gathered females applauded. He was surprised by the amount his slim cock was shooting inside the deer-girl's eager pussy, feeling like every thrust of Maxine's cock was squeezing something inside his ass that milked every last drop out of him.
He could tell Maxine was getting close, since the doe was holding his hips in place as she humped in lightning fast strokes, smacking into him so hard Alfie was sure his little butt would be bright red by the time she was done. Still, he had to admit he was enjoying the sensation, his pucker still clenching around the toy long after he'd spent himself inside Sierra. Burying his face in the scruff of the doe's neck, Alfie focused on the sensation of the slick shaft sliding lewdly in and out of his cute little ass.
With a groan and a jingle Maxine pushed the whole toy into the elf's well-stuffed rear and Alfie couldn't stop himself from moaning as he felt the silicone shaft inside him erupt, filling him with a steady stream of the deer-gal's thick, warm cream. He could feel hands spreading his cheeks as the does clustered around him, commenting on the white goo oozing out past his stretched pucker and urging Maxine to pump more and more into him.
Once she felt the elf had had enough (or, as Alfie suspected, she ran out of the lube) Maxine slid out of the snug confines of Alfie's ass, admiring the sight of the slightly gaping pucker leaking thick globs of creamy goo. As Sierra got up from underneath him, Alfie noted with some pride that he'd managed to make a pretty nice-looking mess of her little hole as well, and the kiss the doe gave him let him know just how much she'd enjoyed it.
The girls didn't waste much time savoring the afterglow as each female sought out somebody to have a little fun with. Darla had sidled over to Maxine and was stroking one hand along her slick shaft as she kissed and licked the other doe's breasts, while Elsa was on her knees, cleaning the mess Alfie had made in Sierra's snatch. Lori had guided the elf's face to one of her stiff nipples until Alfie began to gently suckle the little nub while Daisy's curious fingers slid down his waist and between his cheeks. The accommodating elf thrust his rear out for the doe and moaned into Lori's breast as the other femme's fingers dipped into the gooey mess between his cheeks.
Alfie knew that the elves' party would be pretty much over by now, so he saw no harm in sticking around. The party the does were throwing, he realized, was just getting started...