by Rae Foxx
“I know plenty,” Finn announced, stepping between Tommy and Howl in anticipation. “But if we are going to do this, I suggest we do it the right way. I’ve always wanted to watch one of those Christmas movies like the ones my cousin tells me about.”
“Like It’s a Wonderful Life!” I practically yelled jumping up and down like a little girl.
This was happening. Damn it! Nothing could stop this now!
“Isn’t that the one where the angel stabs the man with reindeer horns in celebration of robbing the bank? I’ve never understood the reindeer stabbing tradition, but my cousin says that it is quite popular.”
I couldn’t be sure, but Tommy may have just inhaled his entire cigarette. He went from laughing to choking to turning into hacking black smoke that bubbled on the ground. I stared from bubbling Tommy to Finn, the guy so proud of himself for getting something right.
“Where did you hear that?” I was too horrified in what Finn had said to laugh. The image of George Bailey getting stabbed by reindeer horns was making my Christmas too blood covered.
“My cousin. He tells me about all of the human’s traditions.”
“Your candy cane stabbing suggestion is starting to make sense,” I said as Tommy pulled into his human form again. He and I facing the others who seemed very disappointed in the lack of reindeer stabbing and candy cane fights.
“Okay, new plan,” I announced, bouncing on my toes. “I am going to show you all what Christmas really is,” I held my finger up to Saxon as he opened his mouth to fight me.
“We are going to start with decorating.”
Chapter 2
“Chains? Again. How many drawers of chains do you need?” I slammed yet another drawer shut and Saxon chuckled from where he was once again pouring over his books.
So far, my plans to deck the keep with Christmas cheer wound up turning the place into a monochrome sex dungeon. Not surprising, considering that was what it was anyway, but it definitely made it hard to focus when I kept stumbling into toys. I could think of more than one way to spread the holiday spirit.
No. I needed to focus on something other than spreading legs...
No.
Christmas first. Sex dungeon later.
Yep. that was something I’d never thought I’d think.
“I’m sorry to tell you, my rose, but you may not find anything that will give you the holiday cheer.”
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“Not helping,” I looked from Howl to Saxon, but both guys were giving me a seductive smile and I had to look away before I did something.
I would take anything to clear my head, the next drawer better be filled to the brink with ice. The drawer slid open with ease to reveal… dildos.
“Shit.” I slammed the drawer shut and turned back to my guys who were all staring at me, Saxon and Howl giving each other side eyes as Saxon slowly put his books down.
“Stop.” I put my hand up and slowly backed away to the next drawer. “I’m decorating this tree if it’s the last thing I do. If it ends up decked out with chains instead of tinsel, and dildos instead of candy canes, then so be it. As long as there are presents under the tree, I’ll be happy.”
“You put the presents under the tree? For what reason? How long do you keep them there and when exactly do you put the tree up?” Howl started rattling, opening a human can of debate with that last one. If only he knew.
Howl’s interest was obviously peaked, although Tommy and Finn were starting to cover the tree with silk ties and eleven-inch rubber cocks in every color. Whatever, at least it will sparkle.
“I don’t know,” I shrugged, claiming defeat and grabbing a silver butt plug with a pink tail and placing it on one of the boughs. “We just do. It’s a good place to put presents. It looks pretty to have pretty wrapped papers under...” I turned, ready to put a strap-on on top of the tree and realized exactly what we had done.
Good lord. It was a tree made for porn stars.
“How is it a good place to put gifts?” Howl asked as he and Tommy strung anal beads like popcorn strings. “Evergreens drip sap and drop needles all over the place. It’s a good way to get sap all over everything.”
“I would be more worried about not being good enough to receive presents,” Finn said, standing back to look at the sex tree like it was the most normal thing ever. “All those poor children getting stoned to death.”
Maybe it was.
Wait… what?
“Did you just say you are stoning children to death?”
“Now, this is a holiday I can get behind,” Tommy said, holding a flashlight in one hand and a loop of golden chains and rope in the other.
He was smirking with that sexy boy look that always required asbestos underwear, mischief and delight from both sex toys and throwing rocks at children.
Smirking demon couldn’t fool me, he liked Christmas as much as I did— Tommy had always scrounged up something to give me for Christmas too, even if one year it was a box of condoms wrapped in the comic section of an old newspaper.
Useful. Good. Erotic.
Okay, maybe he didn’t like Christmas as much as he liked sex.
Hopefully, they all did.
Although, they were now all joining together to add nipple clamps to the end of the boughs.
The sex tree was one thing, I was not about to let these guys start stoning people.
“You don’t stone children on Christmas,” I announced, Finn didn’t seem convinced.
“Well, I know that
I nearly knocked the tree over, stumbling after I heard what he said.
“What? He told you that? Man, your cousin is fifty shades of fucked up. We joke about kids who misbehave getting coal in their stocking instead of gifts, but no one gets stoned. And you aren’t doing any stoning.”
I pointed at each of them in turn, letting my message sink in with one well-placed glare. After their glee over candy cane knife fights, it sounded like something that might happen at Bloodwood. Math class, check. Ancient History of Shifters, check. Stoning children, check.
“No stoning,” I said again, opening another drawer to pull out more decorations.
Whips and handcuffs. Could be worse. At least if I hung them right all the handcuffs would end up looking like glass bobbles that I saw in the Wally-mart Holiday Time section.
“So, if you don’t stone children, or stab people with antlers and candy canes,” Finn began, having all but abandoned his decorating. He stood next to the tree with a bright purple vibrator humming in his hand. “Do you leave out rotted food that he is expected to eat before he delivers the gifts? Molded cookies and soured milk or brownies made of dirt and worms. He always complains of being sick for months from all the shit they make him eat.”
“I’m telling you, Ivy, you have been celebrating Christmas wrong your entire life,” Tommy laughed, squeezing lube on the tree like it was flocking. “This guy's cousin is doing it right.”
He’s also a big fat liar. But I wasn’t sure how to break that to Finn.
Or to myself. The idea that Santa was an angry, lying, Fae was taking a pitchfork of doom to all my childhood dreams.
“I’m starting to get worried about everything your cousin has told you, Finn. Are you sure he’s really Santa?”
“I’m sure.” My image of jolly Saint Nick was mutating into angry fat Fae who, by the sound of it, had a drinking problem.
“Well, we don’t poison him,” I said, putting some fluffy pink handcuffs on the tree. “We put out milk and cookies. Well, regular people put out mi
lk and cookies, and Santa enjoys them as treats to fuel his journey. He’s probably sick for a month because of all the sugar he’s eaten.”
“What do you mean ‘regular people’?” Howl asked, sniffing the tree before placing a bright red handkerchief on the branch. Wolves and their scents, I swear. “What did you put out for Santa, Ivy?”
“Whatever the food bank gave her or she swiped from the gas station,” Tommy answered for me, sitting on the other side of the room where I’d banished him before for smoking too close to the tree. The last thing we needed or wanted was for the whole thing to go up in smoke, reliving the Mama and the Christmas tree incident for Tommy’s entertainment and Saxon’s ‘See, I told you so’ moment.
“I never did that.” The lie hung on the edge of my tongue.
“Haha! So, I take it that sleeve of powdered donuts found its way into your bra all on its own. And where did you put that carton of milk… up your---”
“That’s quite enough of that!” I bellowed, not needing him to elaborate. “I saved money for that.”
“Uh-huh. Can’t lie to a demon, babe. Besides, I was there. I swiped a hot dog and a honeybun that day too. Down the front of my pants, my pathetic mortal cock needed the padding.”
“Yeah it did, that tiny pinky of a dick needed all the help it could get,” Howl laughed, and threw a wad of underwear at Tommy’s face. At least the two weren’t at each other's throats.
Tommy did grab the panties and sniff them, however.
“Smells like your boobs when covered with stolen powdered sugar.”
“Asshole.”
We finished decorating the tree and stood back, admiring the multicolored lace and handcuff bobbles. Metal and rubber glinted in the firelight as the yellow and orange flames reflected off the dozens of dildoes and beads and plugs that covered the boughs.
“Well, I did say I wanted to make the tree ours.” It definitely was that.
“I may not love Christmas, but I think I love this,” Saxon came and wrapped his chilled arms around my waist, pulling me tight against his body. I sunk into his embrace, enjoying his cooler temperature after I had been standing in front of the fire for so long.
“Now we just have to get some gifts and wrap it in that razor paper. I do not look forward to that. Fae skin is not made for such hazards.”
I would have been shocked about Finn and his frail hands, if not for...
“Razor paper? I have a good mind to go up there and give your big fat cousin hell for filling your mind up with that shit. We wrap gifts with wrapping paper—no razors—no cutting children. That fucker has some violent tendencies toward minors. Remind me not to let him down my chimney anytime soon.”
“Is that a euphemism for something?” Finn asked while Tommy chuckled. Howl and Saxon looked from our sex tree to the high chimney in confusion.
“If it is, let me be the first to show you,” Tommy sucked the last of his cigarette and tossed it in the fire before strutting over.
Yes, strutting. But for a demon he made it look less like a bad 70s predator movie and more like a sex god with panty-dropping skills and dance training.
Well, a sex demon.
Take me now you fuck rabbit.
All of you.
“If anyone is showing him anything, it’s me,” I announced, grabbing Finn and pulling him over to where Saxon was still wound around me. “Consider it my Christmas present.”
“Is that what you want to find under the tree, my rose? Then again, you’ve been both bad and good this past year. Both naughty and nice, what does your holiday say about that.?” His needlepoint fangs grazed along the sensitive skin that bridged my neck and shoulder, causing me to shudder.
“Do you get a spanking?” Finn asked Howl closing in on the other side of him as he reached forward and gave me one firm smack on my behind.
“Or perhaps new shorts,” Saxon said, his hands moving from around my waist to pick at the hem of my jeans. “Or a new bra…”
His hand was moving up...up…
“What about you all?” I asked through a frantic gasp. All of them, so close, so warm, so soft.
God, why was I putting this off? I didn’t care what they wanted for Christmas, right now I just wanted them.
I wanted all of our clothes on the floor.
“I believe that we all want the same thing,” Tommy said, pushing himself between Saxon and Finn so that it was just all of us, in one tight little circle.
Hands gripped everywhere as fabric tore and shredded, and all of it fell to the ground.
“You.”
Chapter 3
I had already been granted my Christmas wish; all of our clothes were on the ground. What I hadn’t anticipated was for all the men to stay clothed, and for all of them to have the same idea.
It was my fault for having decorated the tree the way we did, I suppose.
“If we are going to unwrap you, we need to tie you up first,” Tommy said, taking lead as Howl and Saxon retrieved a few of the silky ribbons from the tree, Finn around the back grabbing something else.
A very big something else.
Oh god.
Tommy’s warm palms ran over my legs as he spread them wide, placing my body just where he wanted it on the massive bed in the corner. We usually slept on this bed, but the velvet cushions had been stripped of sheets and blankets that I loved to curl up in, leaving me bare, on a bare bed, spread wide and exposed.
“What color ribbon are you going to use?” I asked, shaking under Tommy’s touch as his palm began traveling back up my leg, over my hip, until it flattened against my belly. His wide heat spread over me as two hands grabbed my ankles, one hot and one cold.
“It’s your holiday, Ivy,” Saxon said with a low murmur that was almost a purr. “So, we went with Christmas colors.”
“Blood red,” Howl explained as the two wrapped the smooth stretch of silk around each of my ankles. My legs spread wider, ribbon pulling and stretching as they moved to wrap the other end around the bed leg.
They had tied me up before, but then it was always tight lines that stopped me from moving at all. This time the two snickered as they left a bit of wiggle room. Enough to bend my knees, enough to fight and moan as they did whatever they wanted with me.
But not enough to escape their desires.
It was torture. It felt more dangerous, more desperate as I shifted under their touch. Soft fingers moved up my thighs as Tommy’s had done. I wiggled away as heat swelled in my abdomen and my pussy began to throb. To drip.
“Mmmm,” I moaned as the two hands reached the apex of my thighs, both flitting against my pussy lips as they spread them, as two fingers pressed against my clit.
Hot and cold swirled down there and my already hungry box became a flood.
“You smell amazing,” Saxon groaned, their fingers leaving my clit as they smiled at me, as they smiled at each other, and as one they lowered their heads. One cold tongue flicked at my clit while a hot one lapped at my juices, the tip flicking into my throbbing need.
“Oh god!” I moaned, legs fighting against the binds as pleasure overtook me and I rocked and bucked against them.
I wasn’t completely restrained however, my hands flew to their heads, desperate to bring them closer and I arched toward their tongues, toward the pleasure that was everywhere.
“Not so fast,” Tommy said, the guy’s hand between lifting my head onto a hard wedge-type pillow I had never seen before. The sturdy thing stretched my neck as though I was a feeding ground for Saxon and arching my back so that it made it harder to buck, leaving my pussy open like it was its own kind of buffet.
“You haven’t even been wrapped up yet,” Tommy whispered. Howl and Saxon still lapping and pressing against my clit and my opening as Tommy grabbed one hand and then the other, tying them both with a third ribbon and securing them to something overhead.
“This isn’t what Christmas is supposed to be,” I heaved between strangled, panting breaths, eyes focused on To
mmy and his mischievous smile. I bucked against Saxon and Howl, but they were relentless.
They were pushing me closer and closer to climax, my orgasm inches away, moving in like a freight train. I gave a soft half scream and Tommy chuckled, pulling my focus just as the pair stopped.
The tattered edge of my orgasm was right there, so close. I was so close, but the two were just smiling down on me with wet lips.
“Christmas is about presents, Ivy,” Tommy continued, giving my restrained arms a jiggle. “We want to give you a few.”
Finn came up beside them, a monster-sized rubber cock in his hands.
“Oh fuck!” I shrieked, and the boys chuckled as Finn flipped a switch and the thing began to vibrate.
That was so much worse. There was no way the thing was going to fit inside of me, but it didn’t need too. I already had four monster cocks that were throbbing and ready. This one was just going to drive me crazy.
This one was going to make me come over and over while they filled me.
I didn’t need to see the mischievous grin on their faces to know that for sure.
“Merry Christmas,” Finn grinned, placing the rubber vibrator on my belly. The heavily veined cock moved like a snake, conforming to my body and landing against my clit with a vibrating end that settled between my folds to press right against my clit.
Everything shook, everything rattled with perfect precision that brought that climax rattling through me like a freight train.
“Fuck,” I near screamed, already bucking against the binds.
“Who is going to unwrap her first?” Tommy asked like some diplomatic father on Christmas morning. “Who will be the first to feel her come?”
“Me.” Finn’s hands ran up and down the inside of my thighs, something that only brought the orgasm that much quicker.
Oh god, I was going to come.
I panted, moaned, and gripped the edge of the velvet mattress that I was tied to.
I fought against my binds as I writhed. The head of Finn’s dick pushed its way inside of me just as I reached ecstasy.
