Reindeer Magic

A Mrs Claus x Reindeer Christmas Piece

“Christmas Eve tomorrow my love and time for my greatest job…” The familiar form of Santa Claus lounging in front of the fire and drinking his cocoa was sighing in delight. He patted his rotund belly and grinned towards the clocks on the wall that were ticking away in anticipation of the moment it hit Christmas Eve and it was time to go. He noticed though that his wife was looking rather shocked towards the clocks and he gave a chuckle of amusement. “You’re tending to the reindeer tonight? I wish you’d let me know what you give them to make them fly…”

“Oh darling, you know that’s all part of the magic of Christmas.” She giggled sweetly as she finished her baking in the kitchen and wiped the sweat from her brow. With a sigh she then put the last cookies in their tin and poured herself a small sherry whilst fixing a brandy for her husband. She brought it to him, kissed his forehead and then went back to down her drink then pick up some of the fruitcake. As far as her husband and all others knew, this cake was the secret to the reindeer flight, but Mrs Claus had always been good at subterfuge.

She tottered out into the magical frozen landscape where the air was refreshing as peppermint and the snow only made you shiver for a moment. She meandered down paths illuminated by old gas lamps powered by magical fairy lights towards the green tundra where the large stables sat with the reindeer content within. The cleaning was done and the gingerbread motif of the wooden structure seemed humble and welcoming. The last few elves were leaving with the dirt, quick to greet their Mistress as she handed them some fruitcake before stepping into the stalls where a Christmas lights illuminated the dozing nine bucks.

“Alright boys, you know what day it is today... I hope you were looking forward to it just like me!” Truth be told, now her husband used reindeer everything was easier. Horses had taken up so much work, unicorns had died out and Pegasus hardly worked in teams. But the reindeer were gentle, small, strong and soft to the touch with good hides and meat should they need to step in. The team had originally been made of eight bucks, but a century ago they’d found a rosy-nosed calf with potential amongst the herd and it had been incorporated in. Now he stood at the front of the herd and bleated to her first of all. “Yes Rudolph, but as the first on the line you get seen to by me last. Donner and Blitzen have my attention first.”

She chuckled, though she crumbed the cake into the feed bags of them all to make her secret keep some more. Then she peeled her clothes off completely and wrapped them about the door, magic ensuring no one could see as her elder appearance shifted to something more gentile and feminine. Then, with white hair flowing out behind her as she marched to the bottom stalls, she stepped into Blitzen's stall first with a grin. She stroked his whiter hide tenderly and then his antlers as his soft muzzle nibbled towards her naked breasts. She then sighed and sat on the edge of the stall and lifted her legs right up into a rocking motion before she split her ass for the probing muzzle.

At the bottom of the line, Blitzen would not get the best of options going and this was a very important thing. The ones at the front had to be stronger and more powerful to hold up the others where the back left the ground last... they’d never have the speed for take off with a run up! Mrs Claus mused this as the long tongue of the buck began to kick at her backside. His tongue was slimy but thick, rolling and slurping down the split before starting to press into the crevice. She breathed a sigh of relief and pleasure to feel the tongue push onto the rim and yet continue to slurp upward before the tongue finally forced its way in.

Mrs Claus gave a low moan of excitement the tongue reaching in deep and then pulling back, enjoying the curious taste to tingle upon its tongue. She sighed thankfully, glad that the stag was able to lather her up quite well and widen her out. She panted a few times as he tried to moved the muscular tongue within the tight space. Relaxing herself out for a later point before she spotted the sparkling edges of Blitzen’s fur and then gently put her foot to his soft plush head, pushing him away with a soft tut-tut as the buck gave a groan. One of the other downsides of being at the back of the line was that you didn’t get to be with the girls! Blitzen pulled back with a saddened expression before he turned back to nibbling the bits of gingerbread mixed into his feed, his hide sparkling all over.

With a soft chuckle she hopped off the side where the elves might stand to clean the antlers of cobwebs and she stepped out of his stall and across to Donner’s. This reindeer buck was almost completely black but for some greying around his belly and shoulders that made the black appear like storm clouds. He was usually a much more aggressive beast than his brother but with his antlers always trimmed to stop him being troublesome, Mrs Claus could open the door with ease, get onto the post and then spread her legs as the big stag gave a snort of irritation. Automatically he tried to mount the place she sat, but she lifted her foot to his soft plush nose and pushed back as he gave a grunt, last year she’d had to give him a kick in the belly to keep him in check, but he was a sweet lad at heart.

“Now, now… you know your job…” She beamed, her long silken locks stretching out behind her to keep her comfortable as she kept her legs apart. Donner gave a snort but brought his muzzle to the soft wisps of starlight coloured hair before nibbling to make the lips part. Then his long muscular tongue was slurping up and down, drinking in the curious tasting juices and flicking at her slender clit. For each long flick, the bead swelled and strained out as she gave soft pants of pleasure for each sharp tingling jab that short into her body. She sighed in pleasure as she spread her legs wider and the buck’s tongue back to roll more preciously between the lips to make everything swell, moisten and tingle. She let him lick far longer that normal, letting him get a real taste before he paused and snuffled at the entrance.

It was small and tight despite everything and he snuffed at it firmly, feeling a desire to dominate it, but he eyed her feet and instead just probed it with his tongue, trying to dip it in but feeling it tighten rather than ease at his touch. Donner gave a snorting sound again, his body was sparkling and his time was up, but he wanted more and then stuffed his tongue right in, making her gasp in stinging pain before she kicked his side. He pulled back fast, making her grimace in pain before she hopped out and gave him a clap on the rump for his rude behaviour.

The other bucks strained over their stalls, Rudolph in the best stall giving soft sounds of concern to the boss’s wife although she chuckled at them all and then shook her body. She turned to Cupid’s stall, Cupid was not a muscular looking reindeer, very slim but a pretty grey and brown shade with a near white ruff about his neck that almost seemed to go into a heart shape. He was sweet and soft, more like a puppy then a reindeer and always well behaved as she stepped into his stall and rubbed his back gently. He nibbled at her hair in greeting and then bent his head to snuff at her in curiosity and concern as she patted his shoulder. But Cupid was not like the other stags around him, he was put in front of Donner for a good reason and kept that buck from disobeying… Cupid had a little ‘habit’ of presenting himself and well, Mrs Claus had found that the magic worked best with him if she toyed with that area just a little.

“You’re a special one Cupid, but you have to relax as always, alright?” Mrs Claus chuckled, her hands stroking down his body until he lifted his tail and seemed to strain forward. He knew what was coming and when his long phallus slid from its sheath just from the excitement of expectation, the lady could not help but chuckle as she stood behind him, breathed on her hands and then sucked her fingers a little. The sound of sucking had Cupid give a soft bray of excitement and the other bucks were straining over their stalls to see, Donner pulling his neck over the bars to peer inwards as on the other side Prancer was watching and chewing at the wood impatiently.

Mrs Claus chuckled at them all for being so curious as Cupid remained in position and once she’d finished sucking her fingers, she sighed. Her fingers then came to his neat and tidy tailhole, gently smearing her saliva from the fingers onto the tight little star at the tail wiggled eagerly in delight. Then she pressed a finger into the warm passage, feeling the opening widen out as she was then able to push the finger all the way in with ease. Cupid gave a low braying sound of pleasure before his cock was straining out as she gently wiggled her finger, then curled around in the tight, warm passage as she searched for the pleasure point. His nose was twitching and it was clear the reindeer was getting very, very excited at her actions.

She continued to stroke and scratch inside the squishy, pleasant warmth until she heard the sharp cough to say she’d reached the best point. She tickled it a little more, feeling the passage tighten and try to pull her knuckles into the hole. She pulled back, adding another finger and seemingly reaching deeper as she strained in and rubbed at the point as the stag gave a low moaning sound of pleasure, his cock starting to go bright red at the tip. Reindeer though were used to cumming fast, they did not need too much stimulation and Mrs Claus was able to lip in a third finger, then the side of her hand to seemingly slicing in and out to make the deer cough and gasp in pleasure before she put her whole hand in.

The sudden stretching, the knuckles rubbing every other point and then a firmness rubbing the point of ecstasy made Cupid give out a sharp gasping sound of pleasure before his cum splashed onto the floor. But his body was sucking her in and out, making her pump in up to her elbow as she chuckled at his eagerness and how his cock was still straining out. The sight was making all the other bucks excited and she was laughing softly before she pulled her arm out with a wet pop as Cupid’s whole body gave a sudden shimmer and even his second burst of cum bore glitter.

“You’re such a naughty boy Cupid… but you’re a good boy… your turn Comet.” Mrs Claus chuckled, watching Cupid back up to where Donner could lick his backside and make the buck feel even better. He was such a useful reindeer, but she marched out of his box and then to Comet who was standing proudly and expectantly. Comet was a lovely silvery coloured make with a great white blaze down the middle of his face and a liver brown coloured nose. He was handsome and bold but exceptionally fast and it was his desire run face that matched both Prancer and Dasher’s speeds to encourage the sleigh to keep moving. He was waiting happily for her, not making a fuss as she sat down on the box used for shining hooves and held out her hand.

Calmly, Comet stepped over her shoulder and she chuckled, musing that it was like milking a cow as she leant her head to his stomach. She felt him breathe in steadily, his body swelling out before he breathed out and she brought her hand to his sheath. His long pink cock slid out with ease, lying warm in her hand and hard but not wet yet. She kissed at his hip to let him know what was to come as he stood stock still and let her gently rub her hand up and down his shaft. His nose twitched and his mouth opened gently, yawning slightly in preparation for the pleasure as Mrs Claus held him firmly and then began to pump the shaft.

She held it tightly, feeling the friction between her hand and his cock as she felt the skin crease as it was tugged but not pulled or scratched. She made sure he at only in the soft palm of her hand, no nails and nothing too tight, just gentle warmth from a hand still wet from Cupid’s backside and making Comet feel more excited. As the cock seemed to stretch out more and wagged in the air, expecting itself to be entering a female, she moved faster and made sure so drag her had to his hips, pushing her weight against him to trick his body as he strained his neck forward and his tail began to flicker expectantly.

Mrs Claus smiled, in amusement as she felt the way the cock strained outwards against her and his weight went into her shoulder. He started to breathe more heavily, his head almost bobbing a if he were running and one of his hind legs was twitching, trying to lift with the growing pressure and pleasure. She chuckled as she then rubbed him very fast and very rough, feeling him lift the leg and almost wobble as he gave out a low bellow of pleasure before he also finally came… into her hair! She chuckled at the action, letting her hand go and then pulling away before standing up and patting his side. Comet was trembling on his legs as if he’d been running for ages, his whole body trembling in surprise but also relief as his body began to sparkle.

Mrs Claus just stepped out, leaving him panting and not even breaking a sweat herself, feeling her own pleasure dribbling down her legs from all the attention she was giving and getting to the males. Just five to go and she went across to Vixen, the one buck that really was not that interested in anything much. He was chewing away and ignoring her, named for his more chestnut-brown coat with creamy white underlay, the fact compared to the others his coat was almost foxy, but with his big dark eyes and slim face, he was rather feminine to a human looking at him. She stepped in and he continued to ignore her, but he was an old hand at this and Mrs Claus knew her role with the nonchalant reindeer buck.

With a sigh she crumbled the bread into his food as he gave her a side-ways glance but then continued to eat in disinterest. The woman then knelt down by the buck’s stomach and calmly shuffled on her knees tell she was underneath him… Vixen was a tall reindeer! Then, she brought a hand out to sit between his legs where his testicles were visible and she gently squeezed and rolled them with her hands. Vixen did not really react, he knew it was needed to make him fly, but he knew she was not a doe and the top four bucks were the breeders! Vixen had other girls to care about… to him as to her, this was just work.

“Good lad…” Mrs Claus stated, more with a strain as the cock emerged but limper than with the others. There was only one way to work it with Vixen and then was to feel like he was between a doe’s heavy hips. He was so used to being with the girls that being with the human Boss’ wife just did not entertain him. She understood this as she stroked down his length that was not as hard and expectant as the others had been, sighing gently in frustration that this male did not enjoy her so much. But she’d found a way that worked for him that was much more fun for them both as she hitched her arm under her cleavage and lure the cockhead towards it.

Vixen gave a snort of appreciation, pushing into the cleavage and then nestling there as he thickened slightly. Mrs Claus had once tried this with her thighs, but Vixen had been smart and he was not going to let himself before tricked out of something so pleasurable and had always tried to get it right in her! She sighed in relief once more before gently dropping her hand to one of her large breasts and then dropped to hold the other… clasping her big meaty bosom in her hands. She then began to clap and squishy them together, letting the malleable, warm flesh roll and squeeze and mould around the cock that began to thicken as Vixen gave a soft snort of appreciation. She made sure to lean forward and really squeezed her bosom around him as Vixen gave a soft bray of appreciation.

His hips then began to move steadily, not thrusting hard to hurt her, but gently just rubbing between the sweaty, warm mass of flesh that was pushed up against him. As she massaged her bosoms, letting her skin roll and stroke against his to give more sensation, the stag’s tail wiggled as he snorted in relief but also appreciation. As she continued to massage him within her bosom, the strong musky smell of the male’s cock urged her forward to consider licking it. But as soon as she opened her mouth to try, she heard a low bellow of irritation coming from Prancer who was eyeing her up carefully from the other side. She chuckled and just continued to move her breasts.

With a sigh she rubbed her forehead against Vixen’s belly, making him give a low sound of pleasure as he seemed to start rubbing more into her, his dick starting to get wet at the tip as he took in deep breaths. She smiled, squeezing her breasts around him more and then up against his shaft, letting his head crease down the cleavage to butt gently at the bottom of her chest. Here it dribbled more precum that spattered onto her belly and she squeezed and rolled her breasts against him more, grinning in amusement as she felt the heat of the object at last through her breasts and then continued to squeeze against him tightly.

The stag gave a whistling sound, shaking his head up and down, feeling a desire to lift one of his legs but feeling to unsteady to do so. He was approaching his end and he thrust just a little more at her, spattering his precum even more before she squeezed her breasts against him more tightly. The tightness almost did not hold him, but when his precum splattered onto her breasts and made the forward motion slicker, he gave a bellow of excitement. He began to thrust between her breasts a little more before she changed his position and leant back, his dickhead now facing her face as Vixen gave a grunt at the soft rubs and then he came!

With a bleat of shock, his cock retreated quickly and he sprang away from her body, pacing about anxiously as if he’d been hurt, but this was normal for him. Even the does had to deal with this flighty behaviour, but his hide was slowly starting to sparkle as Mrs Claus sat up with a sigh and gently rubbed the mess onto her skin, which absorbed it eagerly and made her hair start to glimmer. She then pulled herself up, ready to leave before Vixen approached her with his head down, nosing at her leg in pity as she gently patted his nose and then left the stall.

Prancer gave a seeming rear within his stall, almost clattering his large antlers against the rafters as she chuckled and then stepped to his stall. His muzzle snuffled at her and she stroked its plush, velvety skin gently before she stepped in with the buck. Prancer and Dancer were twins, a rare thing for a reindeer move to achieve and basically treated at the same level although they both ran steering in opposite directions so they could never run side by side or they’d keep biting each other! The big difference between these normal colours reindeer was in their feet – Prancer had long white fur up to his knees like the stockings on horses, whereas Dancer had the more usual white around the top of the hoof… socks! It was their only difference aside from position on the sleigh, running direction and of course how Mrs Claus dealt with them both.

Mrs Claus sat down on her knees, facing Prancer and he automatically stepped over her, snuffling at her backside and quickly starting to lick at her. His tongue slurped between the cheeks and he was quickly erect and getting very excited. His shaft was already wet at the tip and she chuckled to be facing it as she rubbed a little of Vixen’s cum from her lips where it had splattered and was drying. She then opened her mouth and rather humorously, removed a set of false teeth! The buck was trembling in anxiety and anticipation, his tongue still lapping at her backside in eagerness as if it might encourage her to move faster as she laughed at the stag and then pinched her mouth around his cock.

With her teeth gone, she slipped her lips around the shaft with ease, no fear of biting but letting her damp mouth fully encompass the thick head. Prancer and he four stags ahead of him were all big boys, she was only just able to fit his head into her mouth with the teeth missing and grateful he was not bigger! She slurped and pushed her head up and down the long pink length, steering it down into her gullet but unable to move her tongue and panting around it. The stag gave a snort of pleasure, licking at her rim a little more intensely as she sucked and bobbed her head back and forth against him, feeling him swell in her mouth as she continued her motions with sighs and gasps for breath.

Mrs Claus was not fond of this part, she was not fond of it with her husband either, the taste was never pleasant and the scent was so overpowering it almost made her want to retch. But she bobbed her head back and forth, working the shaft as it pumped and swelled within her jaw. The precum tickled down her throat, making her almost choke but she swallowed and relaxed her throat, letting him reach in deeper as she sucked more and Prancer’s head was lifting right up, his lips curling up as he let out a low bellow and a thick splash of cum jerked down her throat.

Prancer pulled himself away from her, his cock sliding out as his tail wagged about in delight and he was quick to pull from her and then trot back to where he expected the food to be, only to pause and snuffle some more. Mrs Claus gagged and gasped a little, startled by the fact he’d cum right into her throat and she choked softly before managing to swallow it back down. Then she pulled away and with a groan she pulled herself up onto her feet with a sigh before crumbling the gingerbread into the feed as Prancer gave a reassuring sound of appreciation.

Mrs Claus then stepped out to Dancer’s stall, sighing and wiping her face as Prancer gave a sudden jump to see he was sparkling and was even trying to fly. She shook her head at him, at least he was grateful but Dancer was rather more to the point. No sooner had she closed the stall door, but Dancer had reared up behind her and mounted her standing form. She felt his cock prodding her, desperate to get in as he nibbled her shoulder and her hair, desperate for her to let him work. She growled slightly but could not stop him and instead she opened her legs slightly to let Dancer’s cock slip in between her thighs before she clenched them and the bucks started to thrust back and forth.

Mrs Claus groaned, leaning over the stall gate and just letting the beast grunt and groan and push his weight into her back. It reminded her rather unpleasantly of what happened with her husband, but she did not make a fuss about it. Dancer was thankfully always up to the task and he was always focused as soon as he started to feel good. He didn’t try to be cheeky like his brother and she could feel her thighs getting wet as she clenched every so often to give the buck more sensation as he rubbed himself against her. He snorted heavily, hurriedly, swelling within the gap and thrusting as quickly as her grip would allow. She barely had time to consider how she was going to shift positions from this when Dancer startled her and finished.

He dismounted and stepped back to the food box, she was stuck rubbing her back for a while in disbelief at his actions, startled and even swearing softly that she could not believe how ridiculous the stag was. But at least he was dealt with, his body starting to sparkle as he ate the food she grumbled in with his grain and then sighed in relief. Just two bucks left and her job was done and her husband was secured on his journey tomorrow. With a sigh of relief, she stepped out of the stall, locking it securely before she paced over to Dasher, the top buck, the oldest and for a long time he’d been her favourite. Dasher was the most handsome, the largest and the strongest of the older boys and he’d sired many of the mothers of the younger bucks. He was an excellent producer and lucky that he was still healthy as is fellows had retired ahead of him. But his relationship with her was much more than just a faithful pet and puller of the sleigh, it was much deeper for them both.

In fact, about a hundred years ago, when Dasher had moved up the ranks to be the top of the sleigh, back then there hadn’t been a ninth reindeer and instead there had just been him pulling with his former companion to later be replaced by Dancer. At that time, after moving up the ranks and going through the same series of touches from her as had been performed on the others, Dasher had been expecting the ultimate point. It was supposed to be something that only the best gained, but somehow Dasher had just attached to her and she to him and things had taken a very odd turn as instead of the usual gift, she’d offered him something more.

It was this something more she offered as she stepped into the stall and Dasher stepped to her side, his head over her shoulder and nibbling her hair gently as she went to sit upon the stall edge that she’d made sure was comfortable and then she spread her legs for the buck as she clambered onto the edge with her. His big hooves pressed into the back of the stall as she lay herself back with her head between his legs. Dasher brought his head down to nibble her forehead gently and lovingly before he then arranged is position as she stretched her legs apart as far as she could for him.

Then she took a gentle breath as she spotted the buck’s cock straining out and he adjusted his position. As soon as the tip stroked at her lips that were still wet from Donner’s licking earlier, she pulled them apart more and lifted her hip for him. The long shaft slid against the lips, so hard it could not be beckoned to move but with her own hand gently pushing it downwards. She made sure it was able to line with the opening, that pointed tip thick but she managed to steer it into the gap and then Dasher stuffed himself in deeply as she gasped and moaned in pain but also joy. With a sigh she tried her keep herself relaxed as Dasher felt her body pinching and pulsing around his length, his head lowering to nibble her forehead gently.

Mrs Claus then wrapped her arms around the buck’s body like she was hugging him, sighing lovingly as he pulled back a little to give her a sharp thrill before he began to move inwards. His boiling hot form stabbed right up to her womb, making her groan as it stretched her wide and rubbed every inch of her. The burn was soothed as her body produced a juice of thanks to ease him outwards and then stuff inwards again. He gave a soft snort of pleasure, moving gently back and forth into her body, moving just his hip and going into a steady and wonderful rhythm that was given only to her and no one else.

“Oh Dasher… oh Dasher…” She panted in surprise, feeling every nerve come alive with pleasure at the motions of the buck as he snorted softly and lovingly towards her. His cock swelled up inside her, stretching her more and making her feel even better as more of her juices slid out with the motions of the cock and Dasher was already starting to sparkle. He did not need anymore, but he continued to go because something told him he was not to stop just yet as he thrust in and out as gently as he could. She continued to moan in total delight, sighing and panting as she nuzzled her face into the buck’s chest fur and held him tighter.

Dasher responded by moving faster, grunting heavily and feeling his cock sliding in and out with more ease though her body tried to squeeze him tightly and hold him. Mrs Claus groaned softly in delight, she could feel herself coming to an orgasm and she wanted to laugh, every year since they’d started this, Dasher had satisfied her sexually where no other being had. She laughed too at the thought that one year she’d even paired with him just before Easter and well… there had been a surprising result to that. As she groaned and sighed as he continued to snort and thrust gently into her, she felt her body react and finally, she gave a groan as her body burst with a wet orgasm that was followed by the send oozing of Dasher’s cum to the lip of her womb.

He waited, panting softly for her to stop gasping for air and to relax as he gently peeled himself away from her. Dismounting, he turned to her groin and began to lap at her hurriedly, cleaning up the mess and making sure she was not in any kind of pain. Mrs Claus moaned in delight, he was such a good boy, he made her feel fantastic and she was yet to understand why they had this kind of compatibility before she stepped away from him, stroking his nose, kissing his forehead and then stepping away. The Christmas after that Easter, when her husband had been on his run with them, Mrs Claus had produced a secret in the stalls and she stepped in with that secret as he nuzzled her face lovingly.

“Hello Rudolph… aren’t you such a good son? Go on… have your favourite and then we’ll deal with your situation.” Mrs Claus chuckled in amusement, stroking her beautiful pale son’s shoulder as Rudolph gave a soft grunt of greeting. She had certainly been surprised when she’d given birth to a reindeer that not only flew naturally but bore a red nose that could be used to shine a light ahead. There were lots of stories about why Rudolph had been chose but she’d bullied her husband into doing it, adopting the calf into the household, raising him there as her son should be but under the gentle eyes of the unknowing cuckolded husband. Rudolph was her favourite and she was terrible for spoiling him. Even as she stroked him now, his lips pinched around her breast and she held it for him, letting him fix his soft lips around it and suckle some milk away eagerly as she patted his shoulder. “You’re lucky to be magical like me, otherwise we might have had some real trouble keeping our secrets.”

The buck pulled away and licked her face lovingly as she chuckled in amusement and then dropped down onto her knees, awaiting for her son to take his due. It had been a shock to know a buck could get her pregnant, so she saved that pleasure for Dasher alone. But, with her son at the front of the sleigh it was only right her too the chance that she’d given other bucks in his position before and certainly, it trained him and dealt with his frustrations as Santa certainly was not keen on letting Rudolph go and mingle with the herd to breed heirs. That always upset Mrs Claus, but as she went on all fours, her son was quick to take his position.

He mounted his mother without a second guess, making her give a groan at his weight and the way his thick cock stabbed right into her backside without any kind of resistance. She had to admit, she was thinking of one day letting him try the place to have created him, but knowing he was her son made her a little cautious that he might have his father’s luck and create something a little more difficult to explain. Not that incest was really such a bother to her… but she groaned as Rudolph’s fat cock stuffed itself right in, barging everything out of its way and leaving a hideous burn that almost made her faint, a constant sensation of stretching making her want to vomit as she beckoned the buck to behave himself.

However, he was grunting heavily as he thrusted into her with firm jolts and smacks of his body, not wanting to temper himself but groaning in pleasure as he shook her body beneath his powerful thrusts as she moaned and sighed and gasped away. She was just glad her husband never asked what happened here as he certainly would not understand it was how the reindeer were able to fly but, she’d learnt it like all the other fertility spirits… sometimes you just needed to get them aroused! She sighed and trembled, her son’s motions incredibly rough as he continued to thrust into her body as roughly as possible and then gave out a bellow, pulling out as he came in a messy splash before giving a grunt.

“Good boy… nice to know you’re done…” She sighed in exhaustion and frustration as she rolled onto her front and then sat up with a shake only to find him nudging her breasts again. With another sigh she lifted her breasts up and he gently suckled onto her thankfully. His tail wiggled and then, to her own surprise as she stroked his neck, his cock strained out as well and she couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re just like your father… but you’ve got to be a good boy for Christmas and then we can have fun again next year…”

*The End *