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Pardon me for bastardizing the quote found later, and not giving the source because I can't remember where I read/heard it and who said/wrote it.

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Fantina was Santa's Head Elf. She was the one in charge of the workshop. Contrary to popular belief, Santa's Workshop doesn't have hundreds of elves making toys, they don't sing fruity Christmas songs, and not a one of them wanted to be a dentist.

Fantina herself was small, about three feet, with nearly flat breasts and just enough mass to help her resist the cold. She wore a bright red tunic and leggings, which set her apart from the other elves (who wore green), and had hair the color of jug orange juice. Though small, she was very pretty...which disguised the fact that she could be a total and complete bitch. And the mouth on her! She could scorch the hair off a moose when aroused.

At the moment, she was very aroused, but her mouth was occupied by something other than profanity. Currently, she was upside down, hanging by her ankles from Santa's hands, her mouth around his cock. She sucked him expertly as he slurped at her exposed, hairless puss, taking him as deep as she could as he drank from her honey pot. Though the blood was rushing to her head, Fantina couldn't give two shits as the heat built in her belly. Nobody, but nobody, gave a licking like a wolf, and Kris had had centuries to perfect the art. But then, Fantina had had centuries to work on her deep throat, taking Kris all the way into her throat. Since she didn't need to breathe, being immortal, she could milk him like the pro she was.

The wet vacuum of Fantina's mouth, combined with the pulsing of her throat and stroking of her tongue, made Kris want to let go, to blow both nuts into her mouth and see if, for the first time ever, he could get it to come out her nose. But that was not the point of these proceedings. Fantina was on a rampage, and only by burning off her frustrations sexually could he, Santa Claus himself, avoid the royal bitching he knew was coming. So he held his urges in check even as he hunched over further, pushing more of his wood down her throat. Spreading her legs wider, he began making deeper licks, no longer simply lapping clit and labia but tasting deeply from her opening itself, long tongue searching deeper and deeper within.

Yet the well from which he drank never truly emptied of its aromatic water. Fantina was pent up due to the Christmas rush. Having the assembly lines break down due to a shift in the Naught/Nice score for a few kids had fucked their deadline all to hell. A week from Christmas and they were so far behind it would be a miracle they managed to finish before Christmas Eve. Needless to say, the stress was building, and Fantina needed release. She and Kris knocked boots once a week, normally, which kept Fantina in a good mood. Deprivation and stress required emergency de-bitching.

Fantina gave a moan of surprise as Kris shifted his grip and, while holding her by one ankle, stuck two fingers into her cunt. The wolf swirled them around in her wetness a few times, then withdrew them. With a well-practiced jerk, Kris pulled the entirety of his length from the elf's mouth. Fantina's mouth made a loud pop as the last of his rod passed her tightly closed lips.

With a flick of his wrist, Kris flipped Fantina into the air, then caught her under her arms, holding her at eye level. A small smile graced her features as he tossed her again, this time giving her a slight spin, turning her so that she was facing away from him. She gave a giggle, just once, as he caught her, but it was enough.

The other elves in the workshop turned their heads to watch. Their small hands continued to move automatically, wrapping and labeling presents, then stuffing them in Santa's Bag, the magic sack that could hold millions of toys without becoming distended or cramped. They'd seen the show before, but not once had any of them ever heard Fantina giggle. Fantina was the North Pole's "Iron Bitch". Cold, untouchable, slave-driver, these were all words that any elf would use to describe Fantina. Feminine was one rarely used, and 'giggly' was unheard of. But as Kris settled Fantina onto his erection, the other elves began talking amongst themselves, whispering about the change that had come over their boss.

Kris settled Fantina onto his rod, one hand reaching down between her legs to stroke his two juice-soaked over her puckered asshole. Fantina wasn't one for straight ugly-bumping. She disliked being rammed in her elfhood, only accepting it when more elf hands were needed in the workshop. Generally, she restricted Kris to either oral sex or anal sex.

Kris rubbed her hole a few times with his fingers before slowly inserting them into her ass. Fantina gave a moan as her rear was invaded for the first time in weeks. As he leaned over her head, she wrapped her arms around his neck and relaxed her rear. Arms around her waist, Kris gently guided Fantina down onto his cock, pressing into her rear passage fairly easily. She gave a cry of happiness as he hilted inside her.

As she arched her back, Kris began sliding her slight body up and down his member, slowly at first to get a feel for how her body had changed in the past few weeks. With far too much work, very little nutrition and sleep (Ha! What is sleep?!), Fantina was something of a shadow of her former figure. Though immortal, she still lost weight if she didn't eat, and lack of sleep sapped her strength as thoroughly as it did anyone else. Indeed, as he cast his eyes around the room, Kris could see that the elves all looked the worse for wear, as though they'd been ridden hard and put away wet. He could see silent pleas in their eyes, pleas for help. Mrs. Kringle must've done something behind his back to upset the elves. Well, it shall never be said that Santa Claus didn't listen to his workers.

With a great thrust, Kris hilted his cock deep inside Fantina, causing her to cry out despite herself. Holding her tightly by the waist, Kris turned her to face the workshop floor from their place at the top of the entry stairs. Fantina grasped the guard rail tightly as Kris began thrusting harder and faster into her.

"Wintergreen!" cried Kris, voice echoing throughout the workshop. Everything stopped, including the machines, as Santa Claus called for attention. A lone elf stood from her chair. She had greenish-white hair and very pale white skin. "Come up here, please!" The elf scurried around the other elves and up the stairs before coming to a rest before him. "You all seem upset," he said softly, grinding his hips against Fantina's soft butt cheeks. "What's the matter?"

Wintergreen, being the most timid of the elves, burst into tears. "S-Santa, sir, please tell me it isn't true!" she sobbed, covering her eyes.

Kris frowned, giving a hard push into Fantina, spreading her tight ass around his knot. Before it could go in, he stopped, leaving her spread wide. "What?" he asked, confused.

Wintergreen looked up, eyes red and puffy. "Y-you mean you aren't going to fire us?"

"WHAT?!" shouted Kris, shoving his knot all the way into Fantina. Wintergreen cringed, crying harder. "Who told you I was going to fire you?!"

"M-Mrs. Klaus, sir," she replied. "S-s-she said w-we w-w-were w-worthle-ess!" She began sobbing.

Kris growled in anger. Lifting Fantina up from the guard rail, still impaled on his cock, ecstasy plain on her face, he wrapped one arm around her chest while the other slid between her legs, stroking her clit.

"NOW HERE THIS!" he shouted. Everyone had been waiting to hear Santa's response. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT MY WIFE IS THINKING, BUT I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO INTENTION OF GETTING RID OF A SINGLE ONE OF YOU ELVES! ANYTHING YOU HAVE HEARD TO THE CONTRARY IS A VICIOUS LIE AND SHOULD BE DISREGARDED COMPLETELY!" A cheer rose from the floor. "NOW GET BACK TO WORK! IT'S ONLY A WEEK 'TIL CHRISTMAS AND THERE'S STILL A LOT OF TOYS TO MAKE!" Everything and everyone began working again, triple time. Kris pinched Fantina's clit, then gave a twist, her favorite gesture . Fantina gave one last cry and came messily, all her pent-up arousal spilling forth in a veritable flood from her cunt, pooling on the floor and eventually passing the edge, flowing down the wall to the work floor. As Fantina shivered in his arms, her insides rippled around the wolf's embedded prick. With one last tug on his tied hips, he gave a howl, exploding into Fantina's rear, seed flowing through her interior to her womb, pooling within her and making her belly swell with its volume. A short round of applause rose from the floor below. Panting softly, Kris gave a small bow, tugging on his knot, causing Fantina to groan.

Knees weak after his orgasm, Kris stepped back from the guard rail and sat down against the wall, atop the mixed pile of Head Elf and Santa uniforms. He leaned back, eyes lidded almost completely, yet he could clearly see Wintergreen watching both him and Fantina, blushing bright red with one hand covering her crotch. She was one of the newest elves, and had been born after the Missus had outlawed the after party. Indeed, she was entirely virgin, being too shy to ask Santa or one of his reindeer to bed her. Kris made a mental note to remember her after the delivery.

Minutes passed, during which time Kris simply cuddled Fantina to his chest, waiting for her to come out of her orgasmic stupor. Fantina was Kris' favorite person in the North Pole. More than his wife, more than Vixen the slutty reindeer, more than the Scarborough Fair. She had been with him from the start, and was therefore more important to him than any other.

Kris was starting to doze off when Fantina came off her high. Kris was instantly awake as Fantina stiffened in his arms, confused as to her whereabouts. When she realized where she was and what had occurred, she sank back into Kris' embrace, sighing in momentary contentment. Kris obligingly stroked her sides. They sat in relative silence as the world passed them by, until finally Kris could stand it no longer.

"What'd you need to talk to me about, Fantina?" he asked softly.

She smiled. "You already answered the question I was going to ask. And quite well, too." She stroked her distended belly.

"I'll talk to her after I pull out." He tugged his hips back, but discovered his knot was still too swollen to pull free. "Uh, looks like that talk will have to wait a little."

Fantina laughed softly, her first in weeks. "That's fine, really. But I do have something I want you to hear." Kris perked up his ears, listening. Fantina took a deep breath. "Alright. So, you know that I care about you, right?" Kris nodded, chin rubbing against a pointed elf ear. "And you know that the other elves and your reindeer care, too?" Another nod. "Well, we've all been talking, and they've asked me to propose an idea to you..." She trailed off.

Kris locked his arms around Fantina's chest, under her arms, holding her back against him. "Listen, Fantina," said Kris. "If you've got something to say, you can say it without worrying about me being pissed at you. You know you can talk to me."

Fantina closed her eyes for a moment, then spoke. "We think you should divorce your Mrs. Klaus."

Kris froze. Of all the things Fantina might have said, this was not one he had expected. The Missus had made his life hell for decades, yet divorce?

Fantina felt Kris go still behind her. She continued. "She makes you miserable, Santa. And she makes us miserable, which makes you more miserable. You need to drop her like a bad habit."

"Divorce her, huh?" asked Kris, sounding awed by the prospect. "Just divorce her? The thought never occurred to me. The hell am I hanging around here for?! I have a bitch to drop!" He shot to his feet, then yelped as Fantina's weight dragged on his cock, pulling uncomfortably until, with a wet POP!, it slid out of her ass. A few drops of his seed leaked out, but no more than that. Fantina rolled onto her back, and her face colored bright red.

"You fatherless son of a whore!" she cried, shrieking like a harpy. "Raving faggot shithead!" Stringing insults together without a thought, she proceeded to let him have it severely. She climbed slowly to her feet, all the while shouting obscenities at him, even as she held out her arms for assistance in dressing. Wintergreen quickly gathered up Fantina's clothes and quickly dressed the Head Elf, who never broke her string. Wintergreen went back to the floor immediately after finishing, to avoid getting caught by Fantina's ire.

When finally the Head Elf stopped to take a breath, Kris laughed. "Feeling better, little elf?" he asked.

That stopped her cold. "Y-yes," she replied shyly. "Thank you. Now, off with you. We're behind as it is." So saying, she turned and headed down to the work floor, but not before giving Kris a wink.

Kris felt himself warm inside as he dressed, then, with a last glance at his elves, he turned his back on them, heading for the battle that was destined to be.

No comments about how anal sex doesn't lead to cum in the womb. Elven anatomy will play a larger roll in the next part, so for now, chill.