Santa Claus Is Missing: A Christmas Harem Gamelit

by Sean Shake

  “Ow! Careful,” she cried, stumbling.

  “Hey, you’re the one who wanted to be tied up.”

  Alexa walked behind me, barefoot, while Rue walked in front of me, also barefoot. Not wearing anything, in fact, except for the rope around her wrists, which were bound behind her back.

  She had said her being completely naked and helpless-looking would draw them better.

  I just liked watching her bare ass as she walked.

  “I thought it would make it more convincing,” she replied.

  “Oh, it is,” I assured her.

  Too convincing, it turned out, as ten minutes later we were running back the way we had come, away from a group of eight werewolves, and I was glad I hadn’t given in and tied her ankles as well.

  She was fast though. Faster than I was. Probably had something to do with being a reindeer.

  Alexa was faster than us all though—me, Rue, the werewolves—with her spirit of air, flying huge distances with each leaping step.

  Rue was supposed to be the bait, but I was the one about to get my ass bit.

  You don’t have to be faster than the bear…

  I had the North Pole, and my magic, so I could probably take them, but then we wouldn’t know if Rue’s replica worked.

  “Hurry up!” Rue called, looking back at me, tied hands bouncing wildly behind her, tits flying everywhere.

  But I was flagging.

  “They’re—” she began, then, “Oh shit.”

  On both sides of me werewolves flew past, ignoring me as though I weren’t even there, and instead going after the naked reindeer girl.

  She put on a burst of speed, heading right for the portal.

  I stopped running, feeling like I was going to pass out.

  I caught my breath enough to look up and see the werewolves also put on a burst of speed as they chased Rue toward the portal.

  “The fuck was I running for!”

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  I sat in the snow, trying to catch my breath, hoping this worked and I didn’t have to risk vomiting to chase after them if they made it into the Northern Realm.

  I wondered if it was really a good idea to show them where the portal was.

  Rue said they were just dumb beasts, but still…

  Alexa was standing by the portal, holding Rue’s backpack and urging her on, the werewolves not far behind.

  Then Rue was there and barreling through, Alexa jumping in after.

  Thanks for worrying about me, I thought.

  Then here it was, the moment of truth.

  Ah, God, I hoped I didn’t have to run after them.

  I would definitely puke.

  Bam. Two werewolves ran into the portal at once and were bounced back, colliding with the other members of the pack, taking all of them to the ground.

  “Thank you Jesus,” I muttered.

  A crack of thunder made me jump. I looked up into the sky.

  Well, it was filled with dark cl—

  I jumped again as howling erupted in front of me.

  I looked down to see the werewolves running off into the woods behind the portal. At least they weren’t coming back this way.

  I sat there for a few minutes, catching my breath, then finally headed down to the portal.

  “Where have you been?” Rue asked as I stepped through the portal back into the Northern Realm. She was dressed now, and had her bigass gun with her. Pointed at me. “I don’t like waiting around here.”

  “You can put that down. Your replica worked. This place is safe.”

  “Still don’t like it.”

  “Where’s Alexa?” I asked.

  “Back at the compound. And you need to get back to Earth and make some more elves.”

  “Yeah yeah, I know.”

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  Alexa and I went back to Earth, Alexa going to Erica’s while I went to drop off the boat I’d chartered and pick up my truck.

  Back at Erica’s, I got to converting the remainder of the girls, which would be ready early Christmas Eve morning.

  But, it turned out I had miscalculated. As after I’d run out of points, there was still one girl left.

  I had been saving her for last, because she was the hottest of them all, a brunette with a baby face, large soft breasts, and hips that could bring a man to his knees.

  It wasn’t just her looks. She’d seemed so eager for my attention, wanting me so badly. Wanting me to pick her next.

  So I’d saved her.

  And now it looked like I wasn’t going to get to do her at all.

  “You could let her go,” Alexa said. We were standing in the kitchen, looking at the girl—Scarlett was her name—as she sat in the living room watching Game of Thrones.

  “Would she forget all this?”

  “No. She’ll remember it.”

  “That seems risky.”

  Alexa shrugged. “We won’t be coming back.”

  “We won’t?”

  “On Christmas of course.”

  I shook my head. “I don’t want to just leave her. I’ll try sleeping, get some more points.”

  “There’s the de—”

  I covered her mouth. “No. I would rather the world find out about Santa than do that.”

  “Err fffa ma—”

  I took my had from her mouth. “What?”

  “You’re making it seem worse than it is. It’s not that—”

  I covered her mouth again, then reached around and slapped her bottom.

  She squealed.

  I smiled. “Not another word.”

  She nodded.

  “Come on. Let’s see if you can use your magic on me to put me to sleep.”

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  But this time it didn’t work. Perhaps because in the past several days I’d slept for longer than I’d been awake for.

  “I tried,” Alexa said, lying naked atop me.

  We were in Erica’s bed, feeling it wouldn’t be fair to make Scarlett watch if we weren’t going to involve her. She’d already looked devastated when I told her I might not be able to get to her.

  She had looked like she’d been fighting back tears, which broke my heart.

  I stroked Alexa’s cheek. “It’s okay. We’ve still got time.”

  But eleven hours later, I still hadn’t slept, and the new elves were waking up. Seven so far, and the rest were stirring.

  “You take them,” I told Alexa. “I’m gonna stay here a little longer. We still have time.”

  “Not really,” she said.

  “We don’t start delivering gifts until tonight. Go on. I’d feel bad sending her back out into the world.”

  “She’ll be fine. Come on, come with me.” She hung her arms around my neck and started kissing me.

  I almost gave in, but then I saw Scarlett sitting all by herself on the couch, the elves keeping their distance from her like she was catching, and I couldn’t do that to her.

  After I was unable to fall asleep, I’d told her she could go, that her services weren’t needed—I’m not the most adept people person—and she’d looked crestfallen.

  Now she just looked pathetic, sitting there sadly on the couch all alone as the other elves laughed merrily at the sitcom they were watching. They were also making something out of graham crackers. Didn’t look like a house though.

  So I pulled away from my beautiful wife. “Look at her.” I turned her head so she’d look. “She’s so sad.”

  Alexa’s shoulders fell. “She does look sad…”

  I turned her face back to me, planted a kiss on her lips. “You get the elves back to base once they all wake up. I’ll stay here with Scarlett and try to sleep.”

  “If you can’t?”

  “Then I’ll have to disappoint her.” Then I got an idea, one I was surprised hadn’t occurred to me yet. “Or I’ll leave her here and come back after Christmas.”

  “Then do that. Come with me now, and—”

  I kissed her, silencing her protest.

  “Go. Get the
boat started, get the elves on it.”

  She sighed. “Fine.”

  I slapped her bottom. “Good girl.”

  “You spank good girls?”

  “Good girls, bad girls, I spank them all.”

  “I’m coming back for you in about eight hours. Then you’re coming with me, like it or not.”

  “Of course. We have a Christmas to save after all.

  “Be careful.”

  “I will be,” I assured her. “Don’t worry,”

  “I will worry. I’m your wife.”

  I kissed her again. “Yes you are.”

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  Five hours passed, and I still hadn’t been able to sleep. Soon Alexa would be back to take me to the Northern Realms, then it would be off on the sleigh and out into the word, bringing Christmas to it.

  Sighing, annoyed that I hadn’t been able to fall asleep and that I’d just wasted so many hours trying to, I got up out of Erica’s bed and went out to the living room, where Scarlett was sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the TV.

  My heart broke looking at her. But it was okay. I’d make her an elf after Christmas.

  I found myself staring at her large soft breasts, and I realized she was naked.

  When had that happened?

  I felt a stirring.

  No, I told myself. You don’t have enough points.

  Then just don’t use Elf Creation, not-my-brain replied.

  Could I do that?

  One way to find out.

  Scarlett looked up at me, her full lips parted, her eyes swollen red—she’d been crying. “Do I have to leave now?” Tears started forming. “Are you going to abandon me too?”

  Jesus, what had happened to this girl? In answer, I leaned down and gently kissed her, her large perky breasts pressing into my chest.

  She moaned eagerly and wrapped her leg around my thigh, tried to pull me closer to her, to pull my sex to hers.

  I let myself be pulled, all the way into her, and then we made love.

  She cried the whole time, clinging tightly to me. But that was okay. They were tears of relief.

  We finished together, and I lay beside her panting, looking at her chest heaving, her large breasts shifting with each breath.

  Then, reluctantly, I checked my points.

  They were negative.

  Shit.

  But nothing was happening. Scarlett was still Scarlett. Just a happier version.

  Maybe they’d been mistaken, and I couldn’t make trolls. Maybe I wasn’t powerful—

  Scarlett’s body jerked, and her eyes flicked to mine, filled with fear. “What—”

  She screamed.

  Her eyes grew more angular, her pupils changing into what looked like keyholes, her irises shifting from blue to an intense violet, much more intense than Alexa’s purple.

  Then her ears started growing. And kept growing past where an elf’s usually stopped.

  Her already pink nipples became even brighter, almost fluorescent, and her entire body seemed to glow.

  She screamed again, her body jerking, then bone-chillingly looked at me and smiled even as she screamed.

  And I watched in much more than concern as her teeth sharpened to points and she placed her hand on my chest.

  “What—”

  She raked it across my skin, her nails becoming sharp and drawing blood.

  Oh shit, I thought.

  This might be bad.

  I pushed myself up and scrambled away, looking around for my Santa suit and my North Pole.

  They were nowhere in sight.

  Crap, when and where had I gotten undressed? I couldn’t remember, I was undressed so much of the time now.

  “Where are you going, Santa?”

  “Nowhere,” I said, trying to stay calm. I moved my hand to my thigh, seeing if the North Pole really was stored in my leg.

  No luck.

  “How do you feel?”

  “I feel amazing,” she replied, arching her back and running her hands down her bare flesh.

  She opened her legs as I watched and rubbed at her folds, slipping her finger in and out of herself.

  Despite having just slept with her, I grew aroused again.

  My points were now at negative eight. I had no desire to find out what would happen if I tried to double dip, so to speak.

  Not no desire. I forced the thought away.

  “Because you don’t look…” Well she did look okay. She looked very okay. She just didn’t look like an elf.

  Because she wasn’t.

  “Come take me again,”

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

  She spread her legs even wider. “Come on Santa. Come destroy me with your magic pole.”

  Oh God help me. I found myself walking toward her, my erection literally leading me to her.

  When my head touched her, a sensation of bliss instantly spread through me, and I couldn’t help myself but plunge into her again.

  She dug her sharp fingernails into me and bit her sharp little teeth into my shoulder, sucking my blood.

  Was she a troll, or a vampire?

  I was unnerved at this, but also aroused.

  I slammed into her as hard as I could, but she kept begging me for more, begging me to go harder, so unlike the scared girl she’d so recently been.

  So I did, working up a sweat as we did it all around Erica’s house, slamming into things as we went and not caring.

  I slammed her into the sliding glass door leading to the backyard a bit too hard and we shattered through it and sent glass spraying everywhere.

  We fell together, landing in the broken glass with me on top of her.

  But I still couldn’t stop, and she wouldn’t have let me anyway.

  She lay under me, on top of the shards which had to be cutting into her, but she didn’t seem to care.

  Not just that. She seemed to like it.

  I grabbed her hair and yanked, flipping her over onto her hands and knees, glass crunching as I slammed myself into her, spreading her wide as I went as hard as I could.

  The sound of us slamming together could probably be heard by the neighbors, but I didn’t care.

  When I finally came, it was somehow with so much force that she literally flew off of me and onto the grass, a stream of what I could only describe as spectral jizz pushing us apart.

  My points for some reason dropped to negative fifty, and the troll-girl roared in pleasure, her legs still spread wide in my direction.

  Shit, I hadn’t meant to use Elf Creation again. I hadn’t meant to use it the first time. I really was out of control.

  I stared at her, panting, wondering what was going to happen next.

  She lifted her head and looked at me between her open legs. “More—” she began, but then her voice cut off as her back arched, her legs kicking out straight as her body spasmed and started changing again.

  Little bits of glass popped out of her skin as her skin changed, becoming stone-like, marble-like.

  Then she started growing.

  She had been small, maybe five-foot-two, but as I watched she grew until she was even taller than I was.

  Cautiously, my erection still leading me, I walked over to her as she convulsed on the grass.

  A bright, almost glow-in-the-dark fluid leaked out of her sex.

  Then she suddenly stopped convulsing and her closed eyes popped open, locking onto mine.

  I jumped. That was creepy. So was the way she was staring at me. “Are you okay?”

  She got up in a way that seemed impossible, just pushing her arms down and her body flying up to a standing position as though pulled by a rope.

  She was taller than me now. A good five inches taller, and I found myself looking up into her eyes.

  Her breasts were now right below my chin and even larger than before.

  “I’m more than okay. I’m amazing.”

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  So amazing in fact she decided to make me pancakes. I thought I wa
sn’t hungry, until I started eating them, and discovered I was starving.

  I glanced out the shattered back door as I ate and wondered what Alexa would think of it when she came back with the boat to pick me up.

  Pick us up.

  I looked at my creation.

  She was beautiful.

  And looking at me in a way that made me want her all over again.

  But I couldn’t. I had to resist.

  Six minutes later, Alexa called on comms.

  “Hey,” I answered, as Scarlett moaned below me.

  “Hi. Can you come back?”

  “I thought you were picking me up.”

  “I can’t. Will you come?”

  “Uh, sure—” Scarlett did something amazing beneath me, taking me by surprise, and almost finishing me. “Sure,” I gasped. “I don’t have a boat though.”

  “You’ll be alone, so you can drive through the one we went through. To the crossroads. You know how to get there, right?”

  “Uh, sure.” I thought back to the reason I’d rented a boat last time when Grýla was there, my fear of getting lost and wandering forever in some unknown realm. The portal on the water was the only one I’d laid a waypoint for.

  “Great. See you soon.”

  “Is something wrong?”

  “No, just hurry.”

  Then she disconnected.

  I stared into space, the call time flashing in my HUD.

  That was weird.

  Then Scarlett did something amazing again, and I did like Alexa’d asked and came.

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  “You again?” the weather-worn sailor asked as I once more visited his fine—relatively cheap—charter establishment. And one that was open this late on Christmas Eve.

  “Yep. Need a boat.”

  “Kind of suspicious.”

  “How?”

  “Renting a boat on Christmas Eve.”

  “Hey, you’re open, aren’t you? People rent boats on holidays.”

  He squinted at me, the skin from his entire face getting in on the action. “You doin coke or something?”

  “What? No.”

  “Tryin to slip past the coast guards on the holiday?”

  “No. No drugs.”

  “You would say that.” He sighed. “If my boat gets impounded, I’m comin after you.”