Santa Daddy, I’m Not the One

6

LANDON

W hen I woke up, I was immediately aware of a buzzing sensation throughout my body, a lingering reminder of the unexpected intimacy I’d shared with Santa. I grimaced. Sex with Santa sounded so wrong.

“Hey, I just got my ass eaten by Santa.”

“Santa spanked me and made me come.”

I giggled.

The memory of being tossed over his shoulder made my stomach flutter. He was so big and strong. I vaguely remembered him cuddling me in his arms as I drifted off to sleep earlier, emotionally drained from my escape, the confrontation with the townspeople, and my fight with Santa.

But how long had I been asleep?

I took in my surroundings. This room was different from the guest room, warmer and more personal. The walls were a deep forest green, adorned with pictures and maps, chronicling centuries of Christmases across the world. A large desk, littered with papers and old-fashioned ink pens, sat against one wall. The bed I was in was large and comfortable, with heavy blankets that felt like clouds against my skin.

On a nearby dresser lay an assortment of old pocket watches and small carved toys, likely treasured mementos from years gone by.

Oh boy, I’m not actually believing all this is real, am I?

A creak announced Santa’s return. He stood in the doorway, as big and burly as I remembered, his rosy cheeks glinting in the soft light. Our eyes met, and a spark passed between us. His stare turned heated. Yes, he was thinking about what we’d done earlier. A powerful urge to hide under the covers overcame me, but I resisted.

Instead, I mustered up my usual bratty demeanor I’d perfected over the years to keep people away.

“You got what you wanted. Will you let me go now?”

He frowned as he approached the bed. “Why do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Be rude to people.”

I ducked my head. “You’re Santa. Shouldn’t you know everything?”

He sighed and sat on the bed. I planted my hands on the mattress to scoot away, but he placed his arm around me, trapping me.

“How are you feeling?” he asked. “Did I cross a boundary you didn’t want?”

I raised my head, my heart thumping at his closeness. With him so close, the flecks of snowflakes reflected in his irises were more pronounced. How enchanting.

“Landon?”

“No.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. No matter what, I couldn’t lie about that. I’d very much been an active participant in what had happened.

“Good.” He cupped my face and brushed my cheek with his finger. “I didn’t mean to make this sexual. I hadn’t come to visit you for this very reason.”

Surprised, all I could do was stare.

“You wanted it as much, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” I said as though hypnotized.

“While you’re here, do you want to do it again? I won’t touch you if you don’t want to. It’s your choice.”

“Everything’s moving so fast.”

“But you can feel it, can’t you? This thing pulsing between us.”

I nodded. “Now what? Do we…?”

“Not yet. We need to talk about you being here and what happened earlier. Then I need to take you somewhere.”

“O-okay.”

“I’m sorry about what happened in the town.”

He was apologizing? I was the one who’d run away and made trouble.

“I swear the people are usually kind to strangers, but they were upset about the tree.”

“What’s so special about the tree?”

“The tree gives life to the town. You notice that even snow covers everything, it’s still quite warm? That’s the tree. If the lights go out, there’s no regulation in the weather. We will lose the village.”

“Oh.” Guilt reared up inside me. “I didn’t mean to touch it. I didn’t even plan to go near it, but when I moved closer, it felt like the tree was calling to me. When I touched it, it caused all these strange sensations to go through me.”

“It did?” His eyes widened.

“Y-yes.”

“That’s never happened to anyone else before. Just… me.”

Just him? Then…

“I knew there was a reason you were here,” he whispered, as though talking to himself. “Landon, isn’t there a part of you that still believes?”

“How can I?” I said bitterly. “You forgot all about me on Christmas. I didn’t even get coal. You treated me like everyone else did, like I was nothing but a bother throughout my entire childhood.” I puffed, my chest aching. “At least, that’s how I’d feel if I believed. Betrayed. Bitter. So, it’s best not to believe.”

“Landon, that’s not true. Even naughty kids get gifts for Christmas. We just do a little extra for those who’ve been good.”

I shook my head. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not. I don’t know what happened, but you can believe me. I forget no one. I’m searching for answers to see what happened.”

“Don’t bother. It was so long ago. Who can stay mad at Santa forever, right?”

“Nils,” he said. “Call me Nils.”

“Okay.”

“I think you were brought here for a reason, and we need to find that reason.”

My cheeks flamed. “Other than me opening my legs for you, you mean?”

He dropped his hand to my bare thigh and caressed it. Heat radiated through me from the spot where he touched so gently. “Yes, other than that.” He traced circles on my skin. “Though I admit that’s a distraction. I have to remind myself there’s still a lot to do that doesn’t involve spreading you open right now and making love to you.”

I inhaled sharply, and my cock grew hard. With careful precision, as though giving me a chance to back out, he raised my shirt.

“Such a pretty little cock,” he said. “Perfect for a pretty little doll.”

“Nils…”

“Dammit. I didn’t mean right this minute, but I want to. Do you want to?”

I nodded, my breathing shallow. “Yes.”

He shifted over my body, lowering himself on top of me and between my spread thighs. He pressed his soft lips firmly against mine, his beard tickling my skin, and his large hands roamed under my shirt, making me hot and horny and way too needy.

“Please,” I begged shamelessly, writhing beneath him. He was rubbing my nipples, making them into hard points.

“What do you want?” he whispered into my mouth.

“You. I want you to fuck me, Santa.”

With a groan, he deepened the kiss and shoved his hands between me and the mattress to grab my ass and squeeze.

“So perfect. Such a sweet little body just begging to be fucked. Tell me, Landon. Do you like it slow and steady, or do you like being pounded hard?”

“Hard, please.”

He chuckled. “So this is what it takes to make you polite?”

I stuck my tongue out at him, and he caught it with his lips and sucked on it. I moaned and gripped his arm.

“Stay there.”

He got off the bed, discarded his clothes piece by piece—red cotton tunic falling to the floor, revealing arms corded with muscle, veins mapping their way down, muscular forearms to hands large enough to wrap around my waist. A thick mat of snowy white hair covered his chiseled torso, leading down to his taut stomach. Thick nipples protruded, making my mouth water.

Oh God. I wanted to lick and suckle them so much. Would he let me?

His trousers followed, sliding down solid thighs. He wasn’t wearing underwear, and the cock I’d felt earlier sprang up toward his belly with a slight curve. It was definitely well proportioned to the rest of him. His cock was almost as thick as my skinny arms.

“Keep looking at me like that, and I won’t last.” Nils walked toward a drawer next to his bed and returned with a small bottle. As he slathered lube onto his cock, my common sense returned.

“Aren’t you going to use a condom?”

“A condom? We don’t need it.”

“Why not?”

“I’m an eternal being. I don’t get diseases or infections.”

“Oh.” A thrill ran through me. I couldn’t deny I wanted to feel him raw.

“You should probably know what to expect.” He lay on top of me, and even though I heard his words, I reached for him and kissed him. I tentatively explored his body, running my fingers through the softness of the hair on his chest. I raised my hands to cup his pecs and thumb his nipples. He groaned into my mouth and raised his head.

“I saw the way you were looking at them,” he said.

I licked my lips. “I’ve never seen them this thick. Can I lick them?”

“Oh God, yes. But first, we really should talk about…hnngh.”

I wriggled down and caught one of his nipples between my lips. Hmm. So good. I closed my eyes, squeezing and releasing his pecs. He grew even thicker in my mouth. I suckled harder, and he groaned.

“Landon… Sweet boy.” He ran his hand down my side, his touch urgent. “Feels so good.”

If it felt good to him, I was in heaven with that nipple between my lips. I wrapped my arms and legs around him like a koala and clung to him. I shot my tongue out and licked his nipple at the same time I suckled. A tremor went through him.

“You love nursing from Daddy’s chest, sweet boy?” he murmured. “Go ahead. Take all you need.”

Tears filled my eyes at the warmth in his voice and the lack of judgment of his words. Some men had found my suckling habits weird. They had no idea how comforting it was for me.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I said softly and switched to his other nipple. From the hitch in his breath and his soft groans, he loved it. He suffered through my torture until I let his nipple slip free.

After him indulging me like that, he could ask anything from me, and I’d say yes.

“Fuck.” He caught my legs and spread them wide.

“Ooh, Santa said a bad word.” I giggled.

“And I’m going to say a lot more, but you won’t tell.”

“I won’t?”

“No, because I have just the thing to bribe you.”

He reached between our bodies, guided his cock to my asshole, and pressed in. I relaxed and pushed out.

“So big.” A sting tore through me. I placed a hand on his stomach to slow him down.

“Shh,” he said. Oh God, I was whimpering. “Easy, there. You can do it. You want to show Daddy how you can take his cock into that tiny body of yours, don’t you?”

I did. I really did. Grabbing his sides, I pulled him forward and cried out. When he bottomed out, my eyes rolled back. I was shaking and clinging to him. He could so easily smother me between him and the mattress, but he took care to give me enough room to breathe.

“That’s a good boy,” he praised. “That’s Daddy’s little angel, taking that cock so well. Do you want more of Daddy’s cock?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Please.”

He drew out and pushed back in with careful precision, but still it hurt. He was too big. Every thrust stung. My poor hole was thankful for the way he worked his cock inside me with sure strokes. He didn’t let my cries stop him from giving it to me the way I liked it.

“Please don’t stop,” I sobbed, tears dripping down my cheeks. “I want it. I want it so bad, Daddy.”

“I know, sweetheart.” His jaw was clenched as if he was holding back.

“Harder,” I begged.

“You sure? You’re crying.”

“I’m happy to be used by Daddy. Please use me more. Use me the way you really want to.”

With a groan, he shouldered my legs and snapped his hips forward, shoving in deeper. I yelped and clutched the sheets, gripping them into my fists as the thrusts kept coming, stabbing and brutal, one after the other.

My head rolled from left to right on the pillow. It was torture suspended in the pleasure-pain sensations that had taken over my body.

“Sweet boy,” Nils groaned. “My sweet, little boy.”

And I wanted to be. Not the crabby, cantankerous, defensive boy I’d always had to be. I wanted to be his sweet little boy.

“Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard.”

“Yes.” He grabbed a pillow and shoved it under my hips.

“Oh!” My eyes flew open as he slid even deeper.

Nils planted his hands on my hips, pinning me so I couldn’t escape the punishing rhythm he inflicted on my body. I felt like a doll, useless but coming to life under its owner’s touch.

“Shh,” he said in a soothing tone, the soft grunt of exertion coming from deep within his chest, vibrating against my burning flesh. Sweat dripped down his brow, landing on my stomach. A shiver rippled down my spine. “I’ve got you, sweet boy.”

His rhythm was unyielding, each thrust piercing deeper than before, filling me to a point I didn’t know I could reach. A low growl escaped his lips, and his eyes glowed with a feral intensity that made my heart pound irregularly against my ribs.

“Yes, Daddy!” Tears streamed down my face as I surrendered myself to him fully, letting the waves of pleasure control and manipulate my body.

In response, Nils tightened his hold on my hips, fingers pressing bruises into my skin as he quickened his pace even more. His cock pulsed inside me. With one last thrust that pushed me over the edge into blissful oblivion, he filled me up.

I shuddered uncontrollably beneath him as an orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. And then… A strange swelling from his cock that pushed into my ass. Screaming, I gripped his arms. This thing locked him to me. We were stuck together.

The big ball pulsed against my p-spot, triggering another wave of electrifying pleasure that cascaded through me. A choked gasp escaped my lips as my body convulsed around him. I couldn’t stop shaking.

“Mine,” Nils whispered, murmuring words in a language I didn’t understand. His soothing voice calmed me until the tremors stopped, and I lay spent on the bed. “There we go. You’re all right. Daddy’s right here inside you. He’s not going to leave you.”

I burst into tears. I didn’t mean to, but once I did, I couldn’t stop. Sobs racked my body, and I wrapped my arms around him, clinging to him.

“Baby, am I hurting you?” he asked softly. “I’m sorry. I was trying to explain earlier, but then you started suckling, and I lost control.”

I sniffled and shook my head. My body was already adjusting to having his swollen glans inside me.

“What is it?” I asked. “I’ve never felt anything like it.”

“It’s called a knot.”

I pulled back and let my head fall onto the pillow. He thumbed away my tears.

“You mean like an…animal?”

“Yes.”

“But why do you have that?”

“I’m an eternal being descended from the yule stag,” he said gently. “I’m the last of my kind.”

“That’s… wild.”

He chuckled. “What do you think? Do you hate it? I could try to force it out, but it’s best to wait until it goes away on its own, so I don’t hurt you.”

“How long does that usually take?”

“About half an hour.”

“Half an hour!”

“Shorter if the person you have sex with isn’t someone you connect with at the heart level. Ours may take longer.”

I blushed and ducked my head.

“No, don’t hide. I’m being forward with you here, Landon. I think you came here for me.” He entwined our fingers. “The knot helps us to stay together so we can form a heart connection after sex. The heart knows if we need more time to forge that connection, and the body makes that happen through the knot.”

“So no quickie, then, huh?”

“I can pull out before the knot forms and come all over that gorgeous ass or that beautiful face of yours.”

A shiver ran through me. “Okay. So what do we do now?”

“We talk. Tell me about you…”

I shrugged. “I’m sure you already know.”

“The truth is, I don’t remember every single thing about any one child, Landon. I’ve been at this for seven hundred years.”

“It’s nothing spectacular. I was born as a ploy that didn’t work and quickly became a castaway when I no longer had any use.”

“Explain.”

I closed my eyes. “My father was already married and wealthy. My mother, his secretary at the time, was having an affair with him, but he wouldn’t divorce his wife for her, so she tried to use a pregnancy to get him to commit to her. A long story short, she didn’t get her way. He abandoned her instead, and she was stuck raising a child she didn’t want. When I was four, she left me home alone with a sitter and never returned. I spent the rest of my life in a group home.”

Miserable. Alone. Never quite fitting in and the boy to be bullied by others because I was so small. And then when I got older, being used by the older boys to suck their dicks, then eventually by one of the employees at the home, who thought he would make me a man. When I was sixteen, I’d run away for the first time, but I always ended up back in homes.

“It was tough,” I said. “I waited all my life for my father to come for me, and he did. When I was nineteen.” And living with a man old enough to be my grandfather who gave me room and board for sex, immediately followed by a beating. Because I was the devil who made him want me.

“Is that how you came to own the toy store? Did he find out how wrong he was and you reconciled with him?”

“No. He died and had no one else to leave his fortune to, so that’s how I inherited everything.”

When the lawyer informed me I was a wealthy man, I’d rejected anything to do with my father at first before a rough night of beating forced me to wake up. I might have hated everything my father stood for, but I needed to survive.

“Landon, baby, I’m sorry for all you’ve been through.”

I sniffled and rubbed the tears from my eyes. “That’s what they all say. Everyone’s sorry, but no one was there to help. If you could see everything, why didn’t you help?”