The 2023 Christmas Special, Part 2

December 25th, 2023

Danielle Holland- no, not Holland, any more, actually. Danielle Claus lifted her head and smiled, still unable to comprehend how quickly her life had just changed. She'd fallen asleep a bit on Santa's sleigh and when she'd woken up she'd been absolutely freezing, but she'd been somewhere magical. A huge red and white striped tower loomed over when she had woken up, and she'd been led into a warm, spacious, brightly and festively lit underground workshop. Santa had walked her through and introduced her to the elves, these happy, jolly looking teenagers. They seemed to be eternally young, and Dani tried not to focus on that bit too much. It was all very overwhelming, but Santa assured her that she'd get used to it eventually. She had smiled, and when he'd suggested they go to somewhere more private, she'd quickly agreed.

One impromptu wedding in Santa's large living room in front of his crackling hearth later, Danielle was the new Mrs. Claus. The elves had rustled up a wedding dress from somewhere, and she'd changed into it, amazed at how good it fit her. So good, in fact, she actually assumed the elves had magically made it for her upon seeing her, because there was simply no other way it would fit her. It clung to her every curve, emphasized her already very sizable bosom, and bared plenty of cleavage. Several elves gawked at her as she walked past them and Danielle felt a bit of pride at that. She had walked into the living room and found Santa there, still dressed in his famous get-up.

The wedding had been brief, and Danielle's heart fluttered when she leaned in and kissed her new husband. Santa Claus. God, maybe this was all a fever dream. But then he'd taken her to the bedroom and oh. Oh. From then on, she knew she wasn't dreaming.

Danielle Claus was laying on her back, naked. Her bare very large breasts were shaking wildly as her new husband's big thick cock slammed into her over and over again. There was a reason she'd been so eager to go with Santa and it wasn't holiday cheer. Her body had ached for days when he'd come to visit the Christmas of her senior year. She was very excited to see how this Christmas unfolded. Santa was naked, too, and while yes, he was rather fat, Danielle didn't mind one bit. His hands were pinning her wrists down, and his incredible thick cock was making her feel incredible sensations she hadn't felt since... well, since the last time he fucked her. Must be some Christmas magic, because her body was on fire with arousal. Her nipples were hard and aching, her pussy was utterly drenched, and she could hardly string two words together.

Best decision of her life.

Danielle moaned wantonly as her husband kept fucking her, and she writhed in intense pleasure, already feeling her orgasm building and they'd only just started!

"Yes! Fuck! Santa!" Danielle shrieked, and Santa chuckled, not even breathing hard yet.

"I forgot how much I loved human women." Santa grinned, and Danielle's eyes widened about what that meant about the prior Mrs. Claus, but then his cock hit the perfect spot inside her and she went cross-eyed with pleasure. Literally. Fuck, what was he _doing _to her?

"Oh my God! Yes!" Danielle gasped, her whole body arching. "Santa!"

"You can call me Nick if you want, honey." Santa winked at her, and Danielle moaned as he picked up a new fervor. She couldn't believe he was fucking her harder than he already had been. She didn't think that was possible! Her body began to shake, and Santa grunted as Danielle's first orgasm hit, driving her mad with pleasure.

"Already? You're in for a long night, and I guarantee it won't be a silent night." Santa smirked, and Danielle gasped for air, eyes wide. Fucking a supernatural entity like Santa Claus was understandably inhumanly good.

Hours later, Danielle was still getting fucked. She was exhausted, her body was sore, but she still felt so damn good. She'd been through the whole gauntlet of sex poses. She'd ridden him, she'd been on all fours, she'd laid prone, she'd been fucked against the wall and sat on the desk while he rammed her that way, her legs wrapped around him. She hadn't been fucked in years, and this was quite the way to come back to it. Currently, she was in Santa's bed on her belly, his weight on top of her, pinning her under him as he kept fucking her. He'd filled her with cum four times already and didn't seem like he was slowing down any time soon. Danielle had had eleven orgasms, and she had at this point simply embraced the fact that it was some of her husband's magic keeping her going.

The sex was... oh, it was just magical. She was a sweaty mess now, red in the face from exertion and red on the ass from Santa's occasional spank. Maybe not quite so occasional. She hadn't expected to love being pinned under his weight as much as she did, either. Something about how powerless she felt... she had a good husband now, one who wasn't afraid to pin her down and fuck her. One who was actually going to fuck her. Not some man who was just going to work all day and most nights and then come back and lay in bed and tell her no when she asked for the simplest thing. No, Santa wasn't like that, she could already tell. He was all about giving after all, and he'd already given her a very big gift. _Very _big.

"Almost to your twelfth orgasm, aren't you?" Santa grunted. He was finally out of breath, that had happened about an hour ago. His thrusts weren't slowing down, but they were losing some of their mind-numbing **** they'd had at the start. Danielle was still in ecstasy, and frankly, after the treatment she'd been experiencing in her old marriage, any sex would be an upgrade. Sex with Santa Claus, though... well it was just magical. Far beyond her wildest expectations. He'd been holding back when he had visited her in her teen years, he must have been, because she'd had amazing sex then, but nothing like this.

This was heaven.

"Yes! Yes, I am!" Dani panted, and Santa chuckled.

"One for each day of Christmas." Santa said with a grin.

"I'm only at eleven right now." Danielle looked over her shoulder, and exhausted as she was, she was never too exhausted to give her jolly old husband a sultry smirk. Santa's eyes glinted in challenge, and Danielle screamed in pleasure as he switched holes. His big thick cock pulled out of her pussy, and Danielle saw it was glistening with her juices, absolutely soaked, and then he lined up his incredible cock with her asshole and started pushing inside.

She wasn't a virgin in the ass, but it had been two decades since it had been touched, and it was nice and tight, especially around Santa's big dick.

"Fuck!" Danielle screamed, balling up fistfuls of the sheets on the bed as she got fucked up the ass. He wasn't rough with her asshole, but even gentle movements felt rough right now. She was shuddering from pain as her asshole got split apart and plenty of pleasure, too, a great big pleasure mounting much quicker than she would have thought possible. She'd never orgasmed from someone fucking her ass before, this was about to be a first for her, but she supposed if anyone would be able to do it, it'd be a magical Christmas deity.

"You're going to orgasm from my cock in your tight little chimney, aren't you?" Santa growled, and Danielle's eyes widened, and she nodded eagerly.

“Yes! Yes! Give it to me!” Dani begged, and Santa grunted. Danielle’s orgasm hit, her first ever orgasm from getting fucked in the ass, and then Santa gave her another present.

Danielle gasped as she felt Santa’s cum filling up her asshole, and when he pulled out, she could feel it gushing down her cheeks, the hot thick seed.

Looks like she’d gotten a White Christmas.

Happy Holidays from Amethyst Shore!