Santa Daddy, I’m Not the One

12

LANDON

I was lounging in Nils’s room, enjoying the solitude and warmth, when the air shifted with a presence that hadn’t been there a moment before. Nils entered the room, his appearance comforting and familiar. He walked over to me and, without a word, leaned down to kiss me. It was a gentle, affectionate gesture, but it left me longing for more, something deeper, something more intimate. Since I’d recovered, we’d been cautious with each other, but I couldn’t help the growing frustration at the restraint between us.

I was short of begging him to have sex with me again.

“How’s the village doing?” I asked, trying to distract myself from my wanton thoughts. He’d been visiting every day to help with repairs the village needed.

He sighed, sitting next to me on the bed. “We’ve repaired most of the damaged houses. The community really came together.” His voice was proud but with an undertone of something else, something he wasn’t saying. But I’d learned that pressing him wouldn’t get me anywhere. He’d become more protective, more guarded about certain things since my recovery.

I wanted to push, to know what lay behind those blue eyes, but I held back. Instead, I leaned into him, enjoying the closeness. “That’s good to hear,” I said softly.

He looked at me with a light in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. “I have a thought. Would you like to see the workshop where we make the toys?” he asked with almost boyish excitement.

I nodded. “I’d love to.”

We walked hand in hand to the workshop. Nils explained it was Elf Day, a day of rest for all the elves, which explained the quietness and lack of the usual bustle.

The workshop was incredible. Everywhere I looked, there were toys of all shapes and sizes, half-finished projects, and sketches of new ideas. Nils showed me around, his pride in the work evident in every word he spoke. I exclaimed over the different toys, each more intricate and fascinating than the last.

As we moved through the workshop, I asked him about his trip around the world in one night. He laughed, a sound that warmed me from the inside out. “Time here is different. What seems like one night to you is actually three days for us. It gives us just enough time to make all the deliveries.”

I looked at him in awe. “That’s amazing.”

“Maybe someday you’d like to go with me.”

I sucked in a deep breath. Some other time, I wouldn’t still be around. If I went home, I would forget all about him.

“Maybe,” I said.

“How about I teach you how to make a toy?”

My heart skipped a beat. “Really? I’d love that.”

He led me to a workbench covered in wooden pieces of various sizes, beads, paint pots, and shiny lacquers. All around us was a symphony of colors and textures, inviting my hands to reach out and explore. A familiar warmth flooded me. His casual touch sent shivers down my spine, lighting up sparks of longing deep within me. But I pushed them aside, focusing on the task at hand.

He picked up some wood pieces and attached them together, creating a small wooden train. His fingers were deft and sure, each movement an art. I watched him silently, entranced by the way his face lit up as he worked. There was something beautiful about watching someone do something they love.

After some time, he handed me a piece of sandpaper and instructed me on how to smooth out the edges of the wooden train. As I worked under his careful guidance, I fell into a rhythm with him, our movements becoming synchronized as we worked side by side.

“Think you can finish painting it on your own?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

He returned to his workstation, where he picked up the piece he must have been working on the day before. With careful precision, I painted the small train, savoring each stroke of my brush as it brought the simple toy to life.

I carefully placed the last touch of paint on the wooden train, a stroke of glossy lacquer, to make it shine. It was a simple toy, but I had made it. My hands had brought something beautiful into existence under Nils’s guidance. Pride swelled within me, a warm, satisfying glow. I couldn’t wait to show him.

With the train in my hands, I walked over to where Nils was working, a little nervous but mostly excited. His back was to me, his focus entirely consumed by the toy he was crafting. I cleared my throat slightly, and he turned, a look of gentle expectation on his face.

“Look, I finished it.” I held out the train for him.

He took it from me and examined my work. The corners of his mouth turned up in a smile, a genuine, proud smile. “You did an amazing job, Lan.” The warmth in his voice made the pride in my chest swell even more. I loved it when he called me that.

Nils pulled me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me in a firm embrace. Our lips met in a kiss that was soft at first but grew deeper, filled with all the longing and frustration that had been building between us. I melted into him, my heart racing with excitement and nervous anticipation.

As we parted slightly, catching our breaths, my gaze fell on the doll he’d been working on. A gasp escaped my lips. It looked like me. The same pale blond hair, the same delicate features. It was me in doll form.

“This doll… It looks like me,” I said, my voice filled with wonder. “How long have you been working on this?”

“The day after you arrived.”

“Really? It’s so beautiful.”

Nils chuckled. “I had a beautiful inspiration, doll.”

A thrill shot through me, a thrill that was chased by another rush of longing.

“I think I’m jealous of this doll, Daddy,” I said, my breathing labored. Beneath my ass, the hard outline of Nils’s cock nudged me. I barely stopped myself from letting out a moan.

“Why?” he asked.

“Because I think about all the times you must have touched it to make it this perfect.”

“Yeah?” Nils placed his hands around my waist. “Are you saying you want to be my doll?”

“Yes, please.”

He glanced around the room. “Right here? Right now?”

I swallowed and nodded, the heat from his gaze making my heart pound. I could barely breathe, but this had nothing at all to do with my illness from the last time. It was all him, stealing my breath and making me ache.

“Just so we’re clear.” He pressed his lips to mine. I made to kiss him back, but he withdrew. “As a doll, you don’t move. You may moan, but otherwise, you lie there on the table and let me do to you whatever I want.”

I’d never played this game, but it sounded exciting. “Yes.”

“Good doll.”

He kissed me again and fed me his tongue. I moaned and he stopped me again when I tried to kiss him.

“If you react any other way, I’ll immediately stop. Do you get that, Landon? This is for my pleasure. I will spread your body open to cater to me and make me come. You lie there like an object and let me fuck you.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

“Good, boy. Let me help you out of your clothes.”

Nils set me on my feet and discarded my clothes quickly. His joined mine on the floor. He cleared off the desk, pushing everything aside.

“I’m going to use your pretty little mouth first.” He gripped my cheek. I swallowed hard. “On your knees.”

He helped me to kneel on his shirt to protect my knees against the rough floor. He squeezed my jaw until he had my lips open, then fed me his cock.

“No sucking,” he said. “Just keep your lips wrapped around my cock, just like that.”

He slipped a hand into my hair, gripping the strands and working his cock into my mouth. He thrust slowly, each movement sending shivers through me, every inch of his hardness brushing against my tongue and filling my mouth. I could only stay there, kneeling beneath him, taking everything he served.

I was his doll. An object waiting to be played with, explored and loved by its master.

Nils wasn’t always gentle. As his arousal heightened, his thrusts turned rough, and he forced his way down my throat, making me gag. His breathing grew shallow, and I felt the passion in his frantic movements. Tears filled my eyes and spilled down my cheeks, but my nipples tightened, and my cock pulsed with arousal as he continued his relentless thrusting.

Oh God, I never expected being used like an object could feel so good.

A groan echoed through the workshop as Nils pulled out of my mouth. “That’s a good little doll.” He patted my cheek with a slightly trembling hand. I breathed deeply, trying to make up for the lack of air.

Nils gripped me beneath the arms and hoisted me onto the table gently. He applied soft kisses to my legs, moving upward at a tortoise pace that left me shivering in anticipation by the time he raised my legs and licked between my cheeks.

I was dying to scream, to cry out, and to beg him for more, but I was just a doll with no will of my own, so I bit the insides of my cheeks and only allowed myself a whimper.

Nils glanced up at me, his eyes dark. “I forgot to mention… dolls can’t close their legs on their own.” His voice was a growl, one that sent shivers down my spine. He spread my legs wider, revealing my most private part to him. He appreciated what he saw with a low guttural groan.

And then his tongue was there again, delving into me with a sort of desperate hunger that made me want to writhe in ecstasy. But I couldn’t move. The sensation became unbearable, the heat radiating through my whole body, but I could only clench my fists around the edge of the table while he continued his ministrations.

As if he felt I was going to blow, he stopped his torture. My chest rose and fell rapidly, my heart pounding against my ribcage. Nils rose and moved back to his worktable, leaving me panting and bare on the makeshift bed. He returned with a bottle of oil in his hand.

“You’re going to glisten like a shiny brand-new doll.” He uncapped the bottle and poured the oil into his palms. He spread it over his hands, then moved over to me and glided his hands effortlessly down my chest, circling my nipples, which were still hard from arousal. The sensation was overwhelming, but I bit back a moan and obeyed his rules.

His hands traveled lower, spreading oil over my stomach and down to my throbbing cock. As he wrapped a hand around me, I gasped but didn’t move. My eyes fluttered shut, and I whimpered as he repeated the action with his other hand, leaving every part of me coated in a slick sheen.

He moved away again, and I might have passed out for a few minutes. When his fingertips slid inside my hole, I opened my eyes again. Nils brandished a small dildo—one I’d seen in his bag in his room. Had I really passed out with need before? I hadn’t heard him leave the room. Next to me on the table was an even bigger one.

“Gotta work that ass loose,” he said. “Your hole should never be empty when you’re my doll.”

He positioned the dildo at my entrance. A shiver ran through me, anticipation building at what was about to come.

Slowly he pushed the dildo inside me. It was nowhere near as big as his cock, but the sensation of being filled was breathtaking. The friction against my prostate sent waves of pleasure through me as Nils moved it in and out.

His steady rhythm made me want more. He gradually increased his pace, and each time he hit my prostate dead on, I gasped. He was silent while he worked me open, his gaze locked on my face.

“Now I think you’re ready for more,” he said.

When he reached for the enormous dildo, I whimpered in the back of my throat and swallowed, my mouth dry, wanting to scream at him that it wouldn’t fit. He positioned it against my opening and rotated it as he pushed, stretching me in a way I had never experienced.

My legs shook, and my labored breathing filled the workshop. He pulled the dildo out and applied more lube, then settled it back against my hole. The lube helped, but barely, as the broad head forced its way into my tiny body.

I squeezed my eyes shut, a strangled gasp escaping my lips as I wrestled with the sensations overwhelming me. The pressure was intense, like nothing I’d ever experienced—too much and not enough all at once.

Little by little, he pushed the larger toy inside me until it was fully seated. My world tipped sideways, and everything blurred by a haze of pleasure and pain. His free hand found my neglected cock, pumping it in time with the rhythm he was setting with the large dildo.

I felt like I was being ripped in two, but it felt so good, especially when he leaned over me and took my cock into his mouth, sucking on it while shoving the dildo with greater force. I trapped each scream in my throat and took everything he gave with gratitude.

“Fuck.” Nils removed the dildo. “Look at that hole.”

He slipped his tongue inside me, lapping at my stretched openness. Each flick of his tongue reignited the heat within me, and shivers raked down my spine as he continued to lick and suck. I whimpered, shuddered under his touch, wishing I could move against him, but I was just a doll who moved when handled.

Nils spat against my hole, using his fingers to spread it around, then flipped me over to lie on my stomach. Gripping my ass, he squeezed and molded like he was a sculptor and I was his clay. He hissed and groaned, leaving me a quivering mess of anticipation.

“I wanted to leave you alone, doll.” He fed his cock inside my body. “I didn’t want to touch you, and this is why. Can’t get enough of your body. All day I dream about how you feel around me. That tight ass taking me in so perfectly. Yeah, just like that.”

He hunched over me, grasping my shoulders to keep me steady as he buried himself deep inside, releasing an animalistic groan. He pulled out and slammed back into me with a force that sent shockwaves through my body.

Nils was utterly relentless, his pace tireless, his movements harsh and unyielding. Each stroke was like a punch to the gut that left me gasping for breath. Every thrust drove me harder into the table. I laid my palms flat on the cold surface, struggling to keep myself grounded. The world around me blurred into insignificance until all I sensed was Nils. Everything about him consumed me: his body against mine, his heavy breathing in my ear, the pressure of his hand, which was now around the back of my neck, holding me down.

“Take that cock,” he grunted. “Perfect little fuck doll.”

Every nerve in my body felt electrified as he pounded into me with a rawness that was breathtaking. His voice was a husky growl in my ear, his words filled with lust. He tightened his grip on me, his breath hitching as he drove himself into me repeatedly.

His climax built within him, his thrusts becoming more frantic, more urgent. I was close too, so close to being pushed over the edge by his relentless assault on my senses. Our moans and grunts mingled with the slapping of flesh against flesh. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, Nils slammed into me again, filling me to the hilt and coming hard inside me.

Almost immediately, his knot forced its way into me, stretching me even wider. An agonizing pleasure swept over me as I groaned out loud. Nils growled deeply as he continued to thrust, his cock squelching around the abundance of cum he pumped deep inside me.

Panting heavily with his forehead pressing against my back, he trailed kisses over my skin. My cock was still hard, and I squirmed, wanting to come.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I couldn’t stop the knot. There was just so much cum, and I wanted you to have it all.”

I remained silent, and he chuckled. “You can be a human again.”

I gasped and shoved my ass back against him. “I’m so hard it’s painful. Please, Daddy.”

Nils wrapped an arm around my middle and, holding me, stepped back and sat in his chair. “Ride my knot and let it milk you.”

He didn’t need to tell me twice. I clutched the arms of the chair, positioned my feet on his thighs, and moved. Each rise and fall was a new peak of pleasure, the pressure of his knot against my prostate unbearable.

“That’s it. Fuck yourself on my knot.”

I groaned, all sense of time and place evaporating as I surrendered to the waves of pleasure washing over me. Nils thrust up, shoving his knot deeper and deeper until screams of pleasure ripped from my throat and I shot cum all over the floor and my stomach.

I collapsed in a heap on his chest, sweaty and exhausted. The intensity of my orgasm left me shaking. Nils wrapped his arms around me, providing me with warmth from his big, hairy body.

“How do you feel?” He nuzzled my neck. So many kisses from him. I felt like I was in heaven.

“Right now? Like a marshmallow. That was amazing.”

“You’re amazing. I love holding you like this after sex.”

“Me too.” I rubbed against him. “Let’s hope no one comes to the room before your knot goes down.”

A shadow cast through the window as if someone had been biding their time to reveal themselves. I glanced up. My heart lurched. Frostheart was watching us, and from the look in his eyes and the leery smile, he’d seen everything.

Almost instantly, he vanished.

Nils tightened my grip on me.

“Landon?”

“Hmm.”

“Are you oksy?”

“Yes, Daddy. I am fine. More than fine.”

He let out a deep sigh.