Santa's Winter Palace

Author's note:

The novella below is my submission for the 2018 Winter Holidays Contest 2018.

Please be aware that this work of fiction contains a variety of elements that might bother some readers, including BDSM themes (e.g., light bondage, master/slave dynamics, spanking and whipping for punishment); coercion themes (e.g., coerced/questionable consent, coerced exhibitionism, coerced sex with a third party, coerced ass-to-mouth play); group sex (female/female/male threesome); same gender sex (female/female); anal sex; and overtones of magical/fantastical elements. If any of these aspects trouble you, please consider not reading. If they do not, I hope you enjoy reading this story as much, or more, than I enjoyed writing it.

Thank you,

Kveldulf

PROLOGUE: Kris

Kris followed the girl who was dressed as an elf, watching her as she walked, eyes on her legs. He would have liked to have seen more of her derriere, but she was wearing an abomination that was a cross between a skirt and shorts, and it revealed very little. Still, the way the fabric moved as she walked told him her ass, although proportionate to her toned, slender legs, was well rounded, as it should be.

When she reached the middle of the mall, she headed toward the garish castle called Santa's Winter Palace, at least according to the sign. A man dressed as Santa Claus was there, as were several young women dressed as elves. He suspected the one he had encountered had been on a break. He strolled past, stopping to look in a store window. After a few seconds of seeming to examine the wares in the store's display, he walked to a set of benches near the 'palace' and sat, looking at his phone. At least, he pretended to look at his phone. He was actually studying the sight before him.

The blonde girl he had followed chatted with a curvy dark-haired woman for a bit, then walked over to where the Santa Claus sat on a gaudy, gilded throne. They exchanged a few words, then the blonde replaced another woman at the front of the line, where the next child and parent waited their turn.

It was the first chance Kris had to really see the young woman's chest, and he was amazed at the size of her breasts. The rest of her was petite, although with nice curves, as far as he could tell. Her chest was far from petite, however, a fact revealed by the tight, green, snowflake-adorned sweater.

He dialed a number on his phone, a plan already forming in his head.

"I think I found something tasty for us, my dear," the large man said, stroking his full, white beard.

PART 1: Megan, The Naughty Elf

No matter how she adjusted her sweater, it clung to Megan's breasts in a way she was sure would garner more complaints. Not from the dads, of course, but from the moms. It was always the moms who complained about the elf costumes. Before this holiday season, most of the complaints had involved the skirts. Now it was the sweaters.

The elf costumes for the mall's Santa's Winter Palace were color-coded based on each elves' job. Santa's attendants, the young women who kept order in the line and sent the next kid in line to Santa, wore green. The customer service/sales elves wore red. The photographer elves wore blue. But other than their color, all the elf costumes were traditionally the same: a high-necked sweater with snowflakes on it, a short skirt, horizontally striped tights, elf shoes, and, of course, an elf hat.

The shortness of the skirts had been a growing issue for several years, but the prior year it had spawned an actual protest at the Winter Palace. Mall management had responded by switching from the prior cheerleader style circle skirts to skorts that looked like a longer skirt but functioned as shorts. The skorts covered more leg and did not ride up in the back, so most of the mall patrons, as well as the elves themselves, were happy with the change to the costume.

But mall management and the young women playing elves discovered the skirts had merely been the beginning. The complaints this holiday season concerned the sweaters. Although they had a high crew-neck and long sleeves, thus showing almost no skin whatsoever, they were made of a light-weight synthetic weave that was both thinner than traditional sweaters. This meant that for any of the elves with a b-cup or more, a sweater small enough to fit everywhere else was tight over the bosom.

For Megan, who was considerably larger than a b-cup, the complaints had led to her being required to wear a sweater a size larger than she normally wore, and even then, more complaints had rolled in. She did not want to go up another size because the top would look like a tent everywhere except her chest. On the other hand, no adjustment she made helped the one-size-too-large sweater do anything but mold itself to her breasts.

"It's a losing battle, Megan," Maria said, moving to stand next to Megan in front of the full-length mirror. As the darker haired woman adjusted her red elf costume, Megan's eyes homed in on her chest. Maria had the same problem Megan had. But today, she looked significantly smaller.

"What did you do?"

"What do you mean?

"Your boobs. They look smaller."

"I'm wearing a sports bra that's a couple of cup sizes smaller than I normally wear. It kinda smashes everything down."

"Isn't that uncomfortable?"

"Yeah, it fucking hurts. But otherwise, I have to wear a big sweater or keep getting the complaints, like you."

"Stupid bitches," Megan growled. "If they're so worried their husbands will like what they see, maybe they should work on looking more like us."

"Maybe. But I need this job to get presents for my family, so I'm conforming. Literally. You need to do the same or wear the bigger sweater."

"But we have the new Santa tonight," Megan pouted. "I don't want to wear the bigger sweater."

"Yeah, that's not a problem for those of us who don't have a Santa fetish, blondie," Maria snickered before heading out the locker room door.

"It's not a fetish," Megan mumbled under her breath. "I just like Santa."

***

Megan Stuart more than liked Santa Claus. The twenty-one-year-old blonde had always loved him. As a little girl, it had been hero worship. When she hit her tweens and early teens, she had wanted to be Mrs. Claus, even after she had to face the horrible truth that Santa Claus was not real. In high school, she had somewhat left her fascination with the jolly elf behind, but it had returned stronger than ever when she had first taken a job as an elf at the mall when she was eighteen.

But her renewed interest turned more toward lust than love, and she had explored numerous opportunities for naughty fun with the men who played Santa. One of Megan's favorite things was confessing to Santa how naughty she was, often in pornographic detail, then beg to be spanked as punishment. After the spanking, she would then offer fellatio or sex. To date, she had never had a Santa turn her down.

This year, she had mainly worked evening shifts with Jake Hines, a forty-four-year-old married man who was playing Santa to make sure his kids had a good Christmas, and who complained often that he would not have to do so if his wife would get even a part-time job. Jake jumped at the chance to use Megan, and other than the skorts making the spanking less effective than it had with the old skirts, he had been her favorite Santa to date.

One reason for this was that Jake was an experienced lover, albeit somewhat selfish. Another, and more important, factor was that the man knew several of the after-hours security guards at the mall. This allowed Megan and Jake to stay in costume and use the Winter Palace set for their trysts. At first, they had confined their activities to the throne, but a couple of weeks in they had engaged in some type of sexual activity everywhere in the mall's Christmas display, including in the toddler play area.

However, with Christmas less than a week away, Jake had suffered a broken leg while skiing. For a couple of days, the mall had asked a two of the other part-time Santa's to work double shifts. But then three nights few nights before Christmas Eve, they found a fill in for the remaining evening shifts.

Megan was excited about the new Santa. Of the two part-timers who had filled in, the young blonde did not like the first one and did not find the second one either arousing or satisfying. She and the first fill-in, Kevin, had worked together the prior year, and while she had gone down on him several times then and once this season, he had never once reciprocated, and they had never had sex. The other fill-in, Lonnie, was an older man who could barely manage an erection. He had at least fingered her after she gave him what turned out to be a disheartening long blowjob. So, she was hoping the new Santa might be able to deliver at least half as well as Jake had.

***

"Everyone, this is Kris Keller," Jared Travers, the head of public relations for the mall announced, indicating a man dressed in a skillfully crafted and subtly ornate Santa Claus suit. The man looked to be in his sixties and truly looked the part of Santa, complete with white hair and beard as well as what appeared to be a non-augmented belly. For Megan, he was a dream come true--a real Santa type.

"Nice costume, Kris," Maria said. "You look like the real thing."

"Oh, I try," the man said, his smile reaching all the way to his clear blue eyes. "I love being Santa."

Megan licked her lips, trying to ease some of the sudden dryness that had afflicted them. While doing so, she squeezed her thighs together, attempting to forestall the warm tingle that had sprung up in her loins. The young blonde was not worried about the sensation itself, which she rather enjoyed; what concerned her was that evidence of her arousal might soak through her tights and her skort if she was not careful.

"Hi," she squeaked when Jared introduced her to the new Santa. She would have like to say more, but her voice had deserted her.

"Pleasure, Megan," Kris rumbled, taking her hand, his grasp firm but not ungentle. "You are a lovely elf."

"Thanks, Santa," she breathed, their eyes meeting. For several heartbeats, he held her gaze.

Megan licked her lips again, then chewed on the bottom one. Kris's eyes widened for a second as they focused on her mouth, then his expression became more appraising. His attention shifted first to her chest, then lower, before returning to her eyes. In that time, the blonde had focused on calming her breathing, which had become ragged.

"Very lovely indeed," Kris said in a low voice, leaning in closer as he spoke.

For a moment, Megan was sure Kris was going to kiss her. But he merely winked and gave her another grin before straightening back up and meeting the rest of the crew.

***

As usual, the crowds visiting Santa died off after 8:00 pm. However, since the mall closed at 10:00 pm the week leading up to Christmas Eve, Santa, one customer service/sales elf, one attendant, and the photographer elf had to stay until the mall closed, just in case anyone wanted a picture with Santa Claus. Megan always volunteered to be the attendant to stay late.

"Good work, Santa," Sammi, the photographer elf, told Kris as she started to pack up the camera equipment a little before ten o'clock. "You're a natural."

"Oh, I meant it when I said I love it," he laughed. "There is a certain magic in the way kids love Santa Claus."

"It's not only the kids," Maria said from the sales desk, throwing Megan a wink. "Everyone loves Santa. Some more than others."

Megan felt her cheeks heat as Santa turned his blue eyes on her. Her arousal level, which had been at a simmer all night, flared up under his scrutiny.

"Yes, Santa can be magic for everyone," he agreed, his voice a deep rumble. "That's one of the reasons I use my own suit when I work malls and stores. It sets the stage for something more than a man dressed in red and wearing a fake beard."

"It's a beautiful suit," Megan said, finding her voice. "The red-on-red stitch work is amazing. By far the best costume I have ever seen."

"And Megan should know," Maria giggled as she locked up the cash register. "She's a Santa groupie."

The blonde shook her head and started to object to Maria's phrasing, but Kris spoke first.

"I can always tell a true Santa fan, and Megan certainly has that air about her."

Megan looked down, her face burning more than ever, although she was not sure why. Both Sammi and Maria knew, at least in general, what she had been doing with Jake. And since the two had worked with her the prior year, they were aware that Jake was far from the first guy playing Santa with whom she had hooked up.

"Well, I'm out of here," Sammi announced, a case in each hand. "You kids have fun."

"I'm done too," Maria chimed in. "Sammi, will you walk with me to the cash office?"

"Sure," the photographer elf replied. "I've gotta drop off the camera stuff anyway. Megan, will you walk through and make sure nothing was left in the line? And Kris, will you stay with her? We typically like two of us together after closing."

"Sure," the man said, winking at Megan.

"Great. See you two tomorrow."

***

Checking the line and the surrounding areas took the two of them a few minutes, so by the time they met back at Santa's throne, they were alone--Sammi and Maria where nowhere to be seen.

They gave me time alone with Santa, Megan thought, both grateful and apprehensive.

"Well, little elf," Kris's voice boomed, causing Megan's eyes to snap to the older man's face. "It seems our duties are through for the night."

He was standing a couple feet in front of her, the bulk of his large frame emphasizing the size difference between them. As she stared, he stepped even closer, so that there were only inches between them. And even though Kris was about average height for a man, he still seemed to tower over the blonde, who stood just a little over five feet.

Megan shuddered, her body reacting to his closeness, as the tingle from between her legs spread up her abdomen. She wetted her lips, then swallowed. Her nerves were on edge, but she was not sure why. She had never felt this way seducing any of the other Santas.

"I'll walk you to the locker rooms, then," he offered, giving her a smile that made the tingle burst through her breasts and into her now rigid nipples. She knew it was now or never, at least for that night.

"Santa," she said, surprised by the hoarseness of her voice. "Can I sit on your lap and tell you what I want for Christmas?"

The big man studied her for a moment, then his eyes dropped and, like when he first met her, she sensed his appraisal. As his gaze lingered on her chest on their way back up her body, she was pleased that she had risked another complaint by not wearing the next size larger sweater.

"Sure, Megan," he told her, sitting down on the throne and patting his leg.

The blonde hesitated for a moment as the tingle turned to a small spasm in her loins, then she hopped on Kris's lap. After wiggling for a second, she found a comfortable spot. At the same time, the man's hand caressed the small of her back.

"Have you been a good little girl, Megan?" Santa asked her, eyes sparkling with mischief and, she thought, lust.

"No, Santa," Megan replied in a small voice, head down, lips trembling, although not all of that was pretend--he did intimidate her. "I've been very naughty."

"How so, Megan?"

"I was fucking the Santa who was here before you, and he's married. Also, I sucked off both the fill-ins, even though I really don't like one of them."

"That is rather naughty, Megan."

"And I'm fucking my best friend's boyfriend behind her back. And it's not the first boyfriend of hers I've hooked up with."

"Going behind your friend's back is very bad, Megan. That is for sure enough to put you on the naughty list. And what do naughty girls get for Christmas?"

"A spanking and then used for Santa's pleasure," the blonde answer, fidgeting on Kris's lap and against his hand that still lingered on the small of her back.

"Traditionally it would be coal, but your suggestion is better," the man laughed, a deep, booming sound that made her already hyper-sensitive sex twinge. "Lean forward."

Megan did as instructed, turning her body so she was lying over Santa's knees. The hand that had been on her back was now on her bottom, rubbing it. The twinge in her loins morphed into a vibration, and she worried that she might soak through panties, tights, and skort.

"Now, this will not do for a spanking," he said. "There is too much material between your ass and my hand."

Megan whimpered. She agreed with him in principle, but she knew that the removal of even one of the layers between her groin and his pants would result in getting them as wet as her own clothing. But she did not fight it when he grabbed a handful of skort, tights, and panties together and pulled all three down to her knees in one swift motion.

"Now that is a great ass," he announced, his strong hands squeezing her bottom. "Perfect for spanking."

With his words, a swat landed on Megan's behind, causing her to jump forward, whimper again, and stop worrying about how wet his leg would be getting. He rubbed the spot where he had struck her, then his hand was gone, but only for a second. Four quick smacks, each harder than the one before, landed on her tender bottom.

"Your tight little ass looks good red, Megan," he told her, again massaging where he had struck her. "But we are not nearly done with your punishment. I hope you can take more."

"I can, Santa," the blonde breathed, pushing her rear end up toward his hands. "I can take everything I deserve."

"Is that so?" he chuckled before letting his hand slip between her legs. In an instant, his fingers found her sopping entrance and slipped inside, probing her from the inside.

"Oh fuck," she moaned, squirming on Kris's lap, trying to push his fingers deeper inside of her.

"You are soaking my pants," the man growled. "Fucking naughty little slut."

"God, yes," Megan panted. "I'm a naughty fucking slut. And right now, I'm your naughty slut, Santa."

"Yes, you are," Kris agreed.

The man moved his fingers from her vagina to her clitoris, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Megan moaned low in her throat, then concentrated on the sensations from her most sensitive spot. In all her experiences with different Santas, she could not ever remember climaxing before the man had, if she climaxed at all. But now it seemed that this Santa, Kris, was going to send her over the edge before she had even touched his penis.

Without warning, his fingers were gone, leaving her twitching where they had been. She groaned out a long 'no', but that was cut off when his slick fingers pushed between her lips and into her mouth. The surprising nature of this caused her to hesitate, but then the taste of herself on him brought her back to reality, and she started sucking on his wet digits, cleaning them with obvious vigor.

"You are as nasty as you are naughty, aren't you Megan?" the man asked her, and she was happy to hear that his breathing had become irregular, much like her own.

"Yes, Santa," she agreed.

"So, more spanking then?"

"If Santa thinks that is best."

"Oh, he does."

Megan lost track of the blows as they rained down on her shaking bottom. She was sure that more than ten had landed, but she could not say how many more. All she knew was that her world had shrunk to her rear end, her loins, and her bosom--his hands striking her soft flesh, the now almost constant spasms between her legs, and the sensation of her bra cups exciting her throbbing, hard nipples as they rubbed against the lace every time Sana landed a smack on her posterior. It was too much for the young woman, and when he stopped spanking her and again pushed his fingers inside of her, Megan climaxed around them, her whole body shaking and her butt afire with lingering pain while her loins seemed to explode into overwhelming pleasure.