In the North Pole, tucked away in a corner of Santa’s village, is a small cottage, distinguished from all the other cottages by the lack of Christmas lights and decorations. One would be forgiven for thinking Scrooge lives there, for how could anyone else resist the lure of the holiday season, with its sparkle and anticipation of good things to come? It’s only on closer inspection, perhaps by sneaking up to a window and peeking in through the almost-drawn curtains, that one would realize the spirit of fun was indeed in full swing within. For this is the home and workshop of Smutty the Dark Elf, who is hard at work creating and testing a variety of toys and gifts for those not-so-good adults on Santa’s list.
Oh, dear. It seems as though Smutty’s already worn out his helpers. There are naked men and women crashed out all over the place, a few of them with…um…personal pleasure devices still in place. There’s a couple who seemed to have been experimenting with a rather intriguing sex-swing built for two. While they’re limp in the straps, the intricate bungee-style cords holding them are still gently bouncing and there must be still some pleasure involved, as both release soft moans with each jiggle of the apparatus. In one corner is a stripper pole, in the other a claw-foot bathtub filled with what are apparently edible bubbles, as the couple within it are slowly licking each other, uninhibited by the suds.
Smutty himself is sitting by the fire, reading. The book on his lap is bound in dark-red leather and stamped with gold lettering and designs. It looks very old, and I’m afraid I can’t decipher the runic writing, but Smutty is smiling, so I think it’s something interesting.
“I need to try this out,” he mutters, glancing up from the page and scanning the room. He makes a little sound of annoyance when he sees none of his helpers are stirring and, setting the book carefully aside, he gets up. Crossing to an intercom on the other side of the room, he presses a button. “Lisel?” he says into the mouthpiece.
“Yes, Smutty?” The female voice is tinny, but even so the anticipation in it is clear.
“I need you.”
Before he can even finish, there’s a flash of silver light, and Lisel appears with a broad smile on her face. “What for?”
It seems that whatever it is, she’s up for it, because as she speaks she’s already taking off her clothes. Smutty laughs, low and deep, then snaps his fingers. Lisel’s clothes disappear in a flash, and she laughs with him, obviously thrilled by the move.
“You read a lot of Ellora’s Cave books, don’t you?” Smutty asks the now-naked woman and her eyes brighten, as she nods emphatically. “Have you read Jaguar in the Sun by Anya Richards?”
“Yes…” she whispers. “It was hot.”
“I thought so too,” Smutty says, his grin widening. “And I wondered about the whole atraspa thing. Did she make it up? Does it exist?”
His voice trails away, and Lisel’s eyes widen. “Did you find out anything about it?”
“Oh, yes.” Smutty points to the book he’d been reading, and Lisel glances over at it. “I found the original book on sex magic. Copies of the manual would make great gifts, if atraspa works…”
Lisel doesn’t seem to have a chance to answer, as she suddenly shudders, her nipples visibly tightening, a rush of pink racing over her torso and up into her face. Seems as though Smutty’s trying his hand at atraspa. Staggering backward, Lisel flops into a chair with a little moan. “Crap, that’s good.”
“Yeah,” Smutty answers, but he sounds pretty breathless too, and his face is red. It’s obvious Smutty’s finding the experiment in atraspa highly enjoyable too. Maybe he didn’t read far enough into the book to realize there’s a lot of practice needed to really master the art. While Lisel is writhing in her chair, Smutty’s legs are beginning to wobble and a wet spot is spreading over his silk, red-and-green striped pants. And WOW! For such a slim, slight guy, it’s clear the dark elf is really well endowed, if that yule log visible through the silk is anything to go by.
“Fuck!” Lisel spreads her legs wide and her hips jerk in the unmistakable motions of someone getting it good. “More! Harder! Oooo…No! Not my…!”
She screams, her back arching, hips rising off the seat, just as Smutty drops to the ground, shouting and coming, drenching his pants.
For long minutes the only sounds are the rasp of their breathing and murmurs of interest from the other assistants around the room. Smutty lies on his back, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his cock still clearly erect.
“Damn,” he mutters. “That was incredible.” Sitting up, he looks around and claps his hands. “Okay everyone, start transcribing that manuscript into all languages and get the books into production. Every dirty adult gets one in their stocking, along with a copy of Jaguar in the Sun.”
“Um, Smutty,” says one of the assistants, as he disentangles himself from his last partner, who’s in the process of pulling a candy-cane striped penis pump off his cock. “Don’t you think we should try that atraspa stuff out for ourselves before you send it out into the world?”
“Are you nuts?” Smutty glares around the room, making eye-contact with all the other elves. “We have less than ten days to get this all together before Christmas. If you all start doing it to each other, we may as well lock the shop up from now, since there’ll be nothing else done.” Then he grins and, changing into clean pants with a snap of his fingers, reminds them, “But we’ll have Boxing Day—and the rest of the year—to experiment.”
With a loud, “Hurrah!” the elves spring into action, and I slip away to hurry home and hang my stocking, hoping to find something naughty from Smutty and his elves in it on Christmas morning…
Book four in the Unveiled Seductions series.
Cassandra Solinar has a bucket list and jaguar god Xbal Montegro is on it. About to undergo an essential rite she won’t survive, she wants to wring every ounce of pleasure out of the time left. Including discovering if Xbal’s sex magic technique is as good as rumored.
It’s no hardship for Xbal to accept Cassandra’s invitation for one erotic encounter, but far more difficult to let her go once he gets a taste of the explosive passion between them. Now he’s determined to hold on to her, no matter what.
Cassie can’t tell Xbal the truth about what she’s about to do. It’s illegal, but without her death the entire world will perish. It’s a job she’s been preparing for from birth, but the loss will be greater now. For in Xbal she finds a soul-deep connection she doesn’t want to lose, and the one thing she made a point of not putting on her bucket list—love.