An very old pact

It was Christmas Eve, around noon but at the north pole sun didn't rise in winter. Here, Mr. Clause was sitting in his office, with a fire crackling in the fireplace on the wall. He was, like every year, in the last preparations for his yearly run, mapping out a good route. From time to time he looked over to the old standing clock, taking notice of the time and some deep wrinkles appeared on his forehead for a moment, as if he was expecting something.

Then, the bell had just rang four, a sulfurous smell reached his nose and as he looked up, there was some other person standing next to the fireplace.

"Good afternoon, old man," the person said and stepped out of the shadow. He was wearing a long, rough fur coat and on his forehead, two long, spiraling horns were standing out. Then and when a tail flipped left and right behind his back. "How is Mrs. Claus?" he asked and placed a small box on Santa's desk. "Best Swiss chocolate for the lady of the house."

"She is doing well," Santa said, slightly grumpy now. "She will appreciate your gift, Krampus."

The demon smiled and sat down on a chair. "I assume, like every year, you busy getting ready. So I not want to interrupt your preparation too long. Just want to get an update on the list."

Santa reached into his desk and produced a piece of paper, rolled up into a scroll. "Here," he said. "The good girls who turned eighteen since last Christmas Eve."

"Good, good," the demon said and put the roll into his coat. "I will see who sounds interesting from this roll and the years before."

"Only until they turn twenty-one," Santa said, feeling the urge to remind the demon of the terms.

"But only if they not have a younger sister in the right age," Krampus mentioned the clauses of the deal himself. "I honor our agreement, old man. And if you get to them before me, bad luck for Krampus. But I not gonna keep you up any longer. We both have a busy night ahead."

"Why you not simply visit the bad ones?" Santa said and produced another scroll.

The demon made a gesture of refusal. "You offer me those every year," he then said. "But first, we got those already. And second, the good ones are way more fun. Well, gonna be off the good girl list soon. And you know the deal, you get all your powers to run this place and bring countless presents as also have your elves and everything else. And additional the demonic realm respects the Christmas peace and for that we can turn some good girls bad tonight."

He walked over to the fireplace when someone knocked on the door and a moment later a young, female Christmas elf came in. Her pointy ears were poking from the long reddish hair and she looked cute in her green dress with the red striped socks. "The sledge is being loaded, Sir," she said before noticing the visitor.

"What a cute elf," Krampus said. "What your name?"

"Tara," she said, her voice shaking a bit as the creature pulled the green hat off her head.

"I like redheads," he said before turning to Santa. "I borrow her for the night, okay?"

"What ...?" Tara said as he put hat onto her head and a small groan emerged from her throat as dark clouds emerged from his hand and flowing into her ears, nostrils and her slightly open mouth.

Santa watched how the innocent elf started to change. Her dress kept it color-scheme but became more sexy, more shape-accentuating. The young elf woman had a very nice body and she looked like a model as soon as the changes were done. Her eyes now glowed red and her lip licked along deep red lips for a moment.

"How you feel?" Krampus asked.

"Ready for some naughty Christmas," the corrupted elf said and leaned against him.

"Great," Krampus said and turned to Santa. "See you soon, old man."

Santa sighed as the two disappeared through the fireplace, on their way to strike some good girls off his list.