Finn Noel: A Bloodwood Academy Novella

by Rae Foxx

  “Merry Christmas to me,” I sighed, stepping back and collapsing into one of the squishy chairs. I threw my soggy boots up and kicked them off, leaving them to squelch against the hard floor.

  Saxon didn’t even flinch, he was focused on other things, like the fact that my Santa skirt had ridden up and had revealed a candy cane striped ass.

  I shook it at him, wondering how quickly I could remove my leggings when another idea hit me.

  I was mother fucking Santa Clause, baby! Santa wanted some toys.

  “Bring me a dildo,” I commanded like I was the mother fucking queen of Sheba or some shit. “And then I want you to dance for me. I want to be entertained.”

  If they were shocked by my request, none of them showed it.

  “Hold on,” I sighed, sagging back in my chair, dildo in hand. “This is weird…”

  “I know,” Tommy said, smirked, and vanished in a puff of smoke, only to return a second later with a boombox in hand.

  “Perfect,” I sat back again as slow grinding music perfectly complemented their dance and began stroking the rubber cock, something which immediately got their attention.

  “Now, while you dance, I want you to strip. Slow. Dance with each other. Dance for me. And if you entertain me, I let you watch as I fuck myself. And then I’ll let you finish me off.”

  They all groaned the sounds ranging from disappointment to eagerness, to pure torture.

  None of them fought me though, as the music buzzed and bounced in the background, they all began to dance.

  Only Tommy was really good at it, having clearly been to a few strip clubs in his days, but none of them were truly bad.

  Their hips swayed, they grabbed themselves, palms running over their own thighs and abdomens. In the case of Saxon and Howl, their hands ran over each other.

  One by one they removed their shirts. Howl and Saxon pulling each other’s off, Finn gyrating out of his in some kind of weird dance move that as awkward as it was, still made me wet. Tommy growled as he ripped his shirt in two, Santa hat still on his head as he flexed his muscles and pinched his own nipples.

  Yep. Totally been to a few strip clubs.

  Watching them all was bringing all that heat to the surface and I ran my feet over the chair, spreading my legs as I was suddenly screaming for release, and for fewer clothes.

  I already had a plan for that part. Seeing as the guys love ripping things…

  I made eyes at Finn, pulling his attention and bringing him over with a curl of my finger. Tommy grumbled, obviously disappointed, but didn’t stop dancing. I wasn’t even sure Howl and Saxon had noticed, they were grinding and pressing against each other as they kissed and fiddled with the stubborn button on Howl’s jeans.

  “Yes, honeybee?” Finn crooned, and nearly melted my panties off. I just gave him a smile and spread my legs, skirt flopping back as I displayed what I was sure were soaked through leggings.

  Judging by the soft half curl of his lips, I would say they were sopping. I could feel the damp, the need. I was torturing myself as much as I was torturing them, and I loved it.

  “Rip them open and give me a kiss,” I commanded. Finn smiling as he slid between my legs, his fingers pressing against the leggings as he grabbed them and I groaned, head falling back as he yanked them open, ripping the fabric and shoving my red thong to the side.

  “God,” I moaned, arching my back as his tongue flicked against my ass before drawing a line up to my wet opening. His tongue darted in, lapping me up as we moaned together and with one kiss, he pulled away.

  “My favorite candy,” Finn sighed as he licked his lips and went back to dancing.

  I had all of their attention now, all of their eyes on me, or rather on the exposed wet of my cunt.

  There was nothing better in the world than teasing these four boys. Well, besides getting fucked by them. But, as I grabbed the thick rubber dick and lined it up with my wetness, I was second-guessing that.

  They licked their lips, they moaned, they grabbed themselves in their own pleasure as I pressed the cock in, just a bit, and ran my finger over my clit. Touching myself as I slowly pushed the cock into me, letting the cold rubber spread me. Chill me.

  “Dance,” I moaned, the one-word command like a remote control.

  Finn moved behind Howl as Tommy moved behind Saxon, the two reaching around to unbutton the pairs jeans and slowly, mercilessly slide their clothing over their hips.

  Howl and Saxon kissed, reaching back to grab the hips of the men behind them as their asses were exposed, the firm roundness sliding out of the jeans a second before their erections sprung free.

  Pants forgotten, Finn and Tommy grabbed their counterparts, them doing the same as they all grabbed each other.

  Stroking.

  Touching.

  Kissing.

  Grinding.

  “God,” I heaved, moving my finger faster, trying in vain to plunge the cock in and out of myself. It wasn’t enough.

  I couldn’t get enough.

  “My ass!” I called, pulling all their attention as they continued to touch each other. “I need something in my ass.”

  “Gladly, my rose,” Saxon replied, his hand sliding down Tommy’s cock one last time before they all moved away, stepping out of their pants as they moved toward me.

  All of them were looking at me with the same hungry eyes, Finn licking my taste off his lips again as they reached me and without a word began to undress me.

  My Santa suit flew everywhere, red velvet and white fluff were thrown away as Howl and Tommy ripped it from my body, Finn holding the dildo inside.

  “You want your ass full, my rose?” Saxon said, walking up to the tree with his hands full of more than just the anal beads I had been expecting.

  Long metal dildos, bulbous vibrators, rubber cocks of multiple sizes, and what looked like a reverse strap on.

  “What do you say we see how much you can take?” he asked, his voice darkening to that same tone it always did right before he tied me up. Before he bit into the skin above my clit and fed from me.

  “You can tell us to stop at any time, but I know we all would love to pleasure you. To stretch you.”

  God, him talking like that, saying those things, shouldn’t have turned me on as much as it did. I arched my hips, spread my legs more, and whispered ‘please.’

  That was all it took, the four jumped into action. Finn pulling the dildo from me as they flipped me around, propping me up on the heavy wedge pillow that they loved so much. The one that perfectly spread and displayed me for them.

  There were metal lops lining the base of the wedge, but none of them moved to tie me down this time. They just ran their hands over my flesh, sending ripples of wet down my thighs as they did so.

  “If you aren’t careful, I’ll come before we start,” I warned, but they all chuckled.

  “I think we have already proven that we love your pussy tight, too,” Howl said, he and Saxon standing beside me with that weird reverse dildo in their hands.

  ‘’ Howl provided, filling in my question. ‘’

  ‘’ I asked, reaching up to touch the black leather strapping that circled the rubber cock.

  “It locks it in place,” Howl said allowed. Saxon now running his fingers over strap and cock like a snowwoman.

  “May we, my rose?”

  I was seriously having second thoughts of decorating the tree with sex toys. Having easy access to them had opened up a whole new world.

  An amazing, beautiful world and I nodded my head, opened my mouth and let them slide the cock over my tongue and right to the back of my throat. The cock was smaller than any of my guys and much smoother but my body still tensed against the intrusion.

  My world grew larger, racked with pleasure, and as Saxon and Howl tapped my throat to help the rubber plug slide down. A bit of pain. But I didn’t regret one second of it.

  No one bit. Even as
I lay over the pillow with my ass in the air, my throat rigid thanks to the cock that Saxon was now strapping into place, I didn’t regret it. I wanted more.

  Which was coming.

  We all would be coming once that cold bumpy staff slid into my ass. I could already feel them pressing the first of them against my opening. The second one was already pressing against my thigh. Just waiting.

  Hands moved over my skin as my mates calmed me, as they loved me, as they supported me through the pleasure that I could already feel swelling through me in waves.

  “If it becomes too much, hit the bed with this hand and we will stop,” Saxon said, flattening my left palm against the bed. “If you hit with your right hand or kick with your feet we will keep going. But this hand, this hand we stop.”

  ‘’

  I moaned something that sounded like agreement and Saxon smiled and kissed my forehead. “Good girl, Ivy. You’re my beautiful princess, and we are going to fill you full.”

  He had barely finished speaking before the dildo from before slid back into my pussy, the cold metal going into my ass at the same time.

  I moaned against the cock pleasurably. This was wonderful, this I could handle. It was the pressure of the seconds that were already doing me in.

  They moved them in slowly, four hands spreading my ass and pussy wider, four hands spreading me as they pushed the second rubber cocks into me.

  Slowly.

  Agonizingly, beautifully, slowly.

  I moaned and sobbed against the pressure, against the heat of another two being added at once, one in my pussy. One in my ass.

  They both hurt, but they both felt amazing. My guys' hands against my back, my ass, my head. It all felt amazing and I writhed and moaned with pleasure, careful to keep both hands still lest I forget which one would stop this.

  “Good girl,” Saxon said, his hand cold on my ass as the others continued to touch my skin, the sound of flesh against flesh changing as they all touched themselves.

  “You’ve got four cocks in you, baby,” Tommy said, his cock against my hip as he leaned over to whisper in my ear and run his finger down my throat. “Five you count this.”

  I shook at the touch, waves of desire tightening through everything. God, I wished it was his cock in my throat. His cock swelling and pulsing and fucking.

  Fuck. Four cocks. Made me want to take them all at once. I didn’t know if that was even possible. But I wanted to try.

  “So beautiful,” Finn mused, his hands running over my hips to flick at my clit and send me bucking. “I’ve never seen anything better.”

  ‘ Howl whispered into my mind. ‘’

  I didn’t even have to ask, he already knew.

  “Put it in her cunt,” Howl said, fingers that I was sure were his tracing a line around my already stretched pussy lips, I moaned and sagged against the pillow, even though I tilted toward him, begging for more. “Maybe her ass too.”

  I tensed, but I didn’t hit the bed, I just tilted more, silently begging as I listened to the sound of the boys jerking themselves off, the first drops of their cum falling over my back.

  “Both.” Saxon declared, and the pressure increased, as more cocks were forced their way into me. Waves of heat grew and little spots of black peppered my vision as a pleasure I had never felt before rattled my bones as it took me to a place I had never been before and I was sure I blacked out, screaming as I came, crying in pure bliss as their cum covered me.

  Chapter 11

  “Good morning,” Saxon said and ran a cold finger down my naked spine as he pulled me back to consciousness.

  “Gousdmsdfmorng,” I mumbled back, stretching on the wide couch as I woke up, shifting and stretching like a cat on my bed.

  “Indeed,” Saxon smiled and plopped the heavy hat right on my head.

  “Ugh,” I moaned, shifting out from underneath a snoring Howl to face Saxon and throw the hat back at his face. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

  “Well, yes, I think the whole thing is ridiculous,” Saxon sunk into one of his favorite chairs and pulled out a book. “But you should return the reindeer.”

  My heart instantly turned to stone. I knew he was right, but damn it all, couldn’t I just smack their asses and send them back on their own?

  I didn’t want to go back up there… “I take it you aren’t joining me.”

  “No,” Saxon didn’t look up from his book, he just turned the page slowly. “But I will cover for you. Take the demon just in case.”

  “Gee thanks.” I pulled on my red velvet pants and promptly fell over into the charred tree.

  It was way too early for this shit.

  “I fucking hate this,” I said as I pulled on my boots, and prepared to face the inevitable fate. As long as I didn’t turn into a grumpy old lush I’d be okay.

  “It’s only one day a year. We can do this. Besides, Santa’s bed was fun,” Saxon cooed in my ear, making my insides turn to goo and my core pulsed with need.

  “Yeah, but I still don’t want to deliver presents to brats.”

  “Ivy?” Finn rose from the bed and stretched, searching for me, smiling like I’d given him the world when in fact I’d ruined fucking Christmas for all of us.

  “What are you doing?” He asked when he caught sight of me, his face screwing up in confusion.

  “Going to make a whole bunch of fucking kids unnecessarily happy,” I grumped, Finn rubbed his eyes and looked at me like I had lost it.

  “I think we need to go soon. Kris said I had a lot to do and Christmas is soon,” I continued like I was making any sense. His expression didn’t change, it just screwed up tighter.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Who the fuck is Kris?” Howl jerked awake, the snarl of possessiveness on his tongue. Good Lord, this shifter man, and his ridiculousness.

  “An elf,” I admitted.

  “Ivy’s gone and made herself Santa,” Tommy laughed, smelling a few different cigarettes as if they smelled differently. Probably did seeing as they were made of emotions and bits of soul.

  “Wait. What?” Finn asked, standing and on the bed and clinging the sheet to his junk as he continued to swallow his laugh.

  “I went to go see your cousin,” I admitted, still not understanding what was so funny. “I wanted to give you a good Christmas and I accidentally made a deal with your cousin to become Santa.”

  Finn wasn’t laughing anymore. He wasn’t even smiling. He was fuming, his eyes were dark and angry as he jumped off the bed and pulled on his pants.

  “Get dressed, everyone, we have a pole to visit,” Finn announced, Saxon and Tommy jumping into action.

  “Didn’t we do enough of that last night,” Howl said through a yawn, sinking back into bed.

  “Move, Howl,” Finn smacked his feet off the bed, forcing him up, and instantly shuffling us out of the room.

  Okay, maybe this was more serious than I thought, Finn was running like a kid who had just pulled the fire alarm.

  We reached the snowdrifts in record time, but the reindeer and sleigh were gone.

  “Oh, thank god,” Saxon sighed as Howl sniffed at the flood of hoof marks that impacted the snow. “I think I would rather take Tommy’s way of travel…”

  “You don’t even have to ask,” Tommy sucked down the rest of his cigarette and flexed his knuckles in preparation. But before I could turn and yell at him to stop, his black smoke was everywhere and we were getting sucked away again.

  Shit. Shit. Shit.

  I was being squeezed out of my Santa suit like I was a zit, puss flooding over everything. Cold, wet, snowy puss.

  Oh wait, we had already landed. But this time we weren’t in the snow outside the underground hallway, we were in the hallway.

  “Here we are again,” Tommy groaned and lit up a cigarette with his finger.

  Everyone was still pulling themselves to their feet, but Finn was
already taking off down the hallway, head up as though he had been there before.

  “Come on!” He yelled, and we all followed him down the hall and through one of the many doors that lined the cold cement tunnel.

  My jaw instantly dropped.

  This was the workshop that I had been waiting to see. Hundreds of elves bustled around with boxes wrapped in red and green paper. Hundreds more sat at tables with little hammers and saws working on toys of every kind. Even stuff that couldn’t be made with hammers and saws, like video game consoles, because that made sense.

  “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Tommy gasped, his cigarette falling to the ground.

  It didn’t take long to see what he was staring at.

  Santa, like the old, fat, tattooed, drunken Santa stood in the middle of the workshop, list in his hand, the thing rolled up in a giant scroll. He looked nothing like he did before. He was almost identical to the jolly old cartoon Santa I had grown up with, well, except for the tattoos.

  He had a red marker in his hand as he marked off names, calling them one by one as the elves tossed presents into the enormous red velvet bag at the back of the sleigh.

  What the fuck?

  Rage blurred my vision as I stalked toward the fat man, ready to take his teeth out with one pop to his ho, ho, ho smirk.

  “Ivy!” He boomed with a deep belly laugh as he caught sight of me. “You made it back. We were waiting to see you! Welcome!”

  “You were waiting for me to…the fuck?” I looked back to my guys, who all stood to stare with different colors of rage and confusion on their faces. Well, all except for Howl. He was wandering around the workshop picking and choosing toys like he was on a shopping spree.

  I would probably join him if I wasn’t so furious.

  “What the fuck is this bitch up to?” I roared, and the entire workshop screeched to a halt, the elves whispering to each other about my foul language. Their little cheeks and the tips of their pointy ears turned redder than the fucking outfit I wore.

  “Okay, elves, break time. There are cookies and milk in my kitchen. Mrs. Claus made snickerdoodles today!”