Sigfreed the Elf

Sigfreed sighs as the whistle blows and work ceases. All of the elves are out watching Santa hitch up, load up, and get out for his long night of work. He leans his rather short and scrawny body against a wall and watches as well, but with a look much more sour than that of his fellows. This is largely because he knows what Santa will be delivering isn't just the toys for the kids and he knows that Mrs. Clause knows it as well.

Sigfreed looks up to the window of the top floor where she watches him go and feels his heart racing. He knows how much it hurts her that her husband fucks around with so many other women. He also knows how much he'd love to take the pain away and to have her for his own. Often he's watched her strolling around, standing a full head and a half taller than him, her figure big and soft and rounded, truly enormous breasts jutting in front of her, billowing hips, soft rounded tummy, and massive soft butt he'd love to grind his own groin against. He could drown in those soft blue eyes and would love for his mouth to drown in kisses from those big pink lips of hers.

He'd tried to encourage her while still being appropriate, but now, he wants her and he knows that he could truly take away the pain of having such a heel as Santa for a husband. It's time to make his move. Work has stopped while Santa is delivering, giving the elves the rest of the time off, so Sigfreed stretches, taking a nip of Christmas brandy to firm his resolve, and he goes to the top floor.

As Sigfreed approaches the door, he knows there's no turning back and he raises his hand to knock. As the knock resounds, the door opens and that big beautiful woman is before him...