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  Stocking Stuffer: Elves Gone Wild

  Lacey Savage

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  Copyright ©2006 Lacey Savage

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  Elves Gone Wild

  To my baby sister:

  Because no one should be alone on Christmas, least of all you.

  Wish you were here,

  Jeannie

  Carrying a full mug of eggnog in one hand and a thin package wrapped in candy-cane print paper in the other, Grace Mahoney ambled over to the couch. She set the mug on the glass-top coffee table and contemplated peeling the wrapper off her gift.

  The padded envelope bearing her sister’s name had arrived earlier that week, but true to tradition, Grace had chosen to wait before opening the mysterious package. She’d been raised to believe in the importance of upholding family customs, and she’d gladly fallen back on years of conditioning that prevented her from opening gifts early. So what if there was no one around to witness her efforts? She knew, and that was good enough.

  A lump formed in her throat. Grace swallowed it down, flicking her fingernail over the ragged tear she’d begun to rip in the paper. Who was she kidding? Since she’d moved to Flat Head Valley six weeks ago, she’d been lonely, sullen and downright depressed. For the past few days, as Christmas approached and it became clear that Grace would have to spend the holiday alone, her solitude had grown unbearable.

  Even though she’d decorated her home with strands of garland, a real pine tree and ornamental -- but otherwise completely useless -- mistletoe, the place felt as empty and desolate as the vast Glacier Park that lay only a few miles north of her new house.

  “Get a grip, Grace. Self-pity won’t make the holiday season end any faster.”

  She glanced down at the inscrutable object in her hand, knowing she should have opened it days ago. A glimpse of something her sister had touched might provide a hint of comfort to warm up what had quickly become the most dreadful time of the year.

  She picked at the tear in the wrapping paper, widening it. The gap revealed a flesh-colored almost circular object. Something glistened in a dark patch across its center.

  It took Grace a full ten seconds to comprehend what she was looking at.

  Gasping, she tore the rest of the wrapper from the DVD and tossed the paper on the floor. Her mouth went dry as her gaze fixed on the most magnificent cock she’d ever laid eyes on.

  The mouthwatering shaft lay, long and thick, in the grip of a broad masculine hand. The close-up shot only displayed the gorgeous rod and a glimpse of closely-trimmed pubic hair so blond it looked almost white against the backdrop of sleek, golden-brown skin.

  Unable to help herself, Grace trailed her fingertip across the bead of pre-cum that shone invitingly at the center of the plump mushroom head. Her finger came away wet.

  Flustered, she rubbed her palm on her fuzzy pink pajama bottoms.

  Impossible. That wasn’t what it looked like.

  She must have spilled some eggnog on the DVD case. Yes, that had to be it… even though the mug still sat untouched on the coffee table and the wrapping paper had been tightly drawn across the plastic surface.

  With trembling fingers, she flipped the DVD over.

  “Elves Gone Wild.” Heat suffused her cheeks as she glanced at the explicit cover. “Jeannie, you have got to be kidding me.”

  The large, well-muscled body of the male stripper showcased on the front of the case matched his splendid cock perfectly. His skin gleamed in the light from the studio, as though it had been rubbed down with oil only seconds before the picture had been snapped.

  Grace’s fingertips tingled. She ran the base of her thumb upward over his six-pack abs and broad chest. When she got to his face, her mouth went dry.

  Since other parts of his Greek-god body had captured her attention first, she hadn’t noticed the rugged jaw, the firm line of his nose, his full, much-too-kissable lips or his high cheekbones. But those features were nothing compared to his eyes.

  Slanted at the corners in an almond shape, they transformed his face from male-model beautiful to utterly exquisite. In the photograph, his eyes appeared sapphire-blue speckled with molten gold, but that couldn’t be right. She’d never seen such a strange color combination on anyone. The picture must have either been touched-up electronically, or those had to be contacts.

  The oddities didn’t stop there, though. His hair reached past his shoulders, straight and so blond to be almost white. A second glance between his powerful thighs confirmed that it was his natural color. He’d pushed a long strand behind his ear, revealing pointed tips that perfectly matched the dark green pointy cap and shoes that proclaimed him to be a genuine Elf. He wore nothing else, and Grace was absurdly grateful for that.

  Her pussy clenched and her clit buzzed with sudden need. With one last look at the cover, she rose from the couch and plopped the movie into her DVD player.

  She felt a little foolish preparing to get off on Christmas night, but what else was there to do? It wasn’t as though she’d made any friends since she’d been here. Her job as a park ranger didn’t exactly come with automatic invitations to posh parties. Besides, she hadn’t come to Montana to make friends. She came to put her anthropology degree to use. Glacier Park had the highest number of reports of unexplained paranormal activity, and she firmly believed those reports to be proof that mythical creatures still roamed the most remote areas of the world.

  Bigfoot, thunderbirds, even some breeds of dinosaurs had survived, and had taken refuge here, in the coldest reaches of the country. Grace was determined to find real, unarguable proof, and she wasn’t leaving here without it. Knowing her task would likely take a while, she’d bought the house, found a job that would pay the bills and had settled in.

  She just hadn’t expected to be so damn lonely. If Bigfoot knocked on her window now, she’d probably forget all about grabbing her camera and would just invite him in for a cup of eggnog.

  Anything was better than spending the evening alone. Even fingering herself to climax while watching a sexy hunk made to look like an Elf strip, dance, and do whatever else it was that these guys did on camera.

  Perhaps Jeannie had known what she was doing all along. If anyone would get a kick out of men dressed up as fairy-tale characters, it would be Grace.

  Grabbing the remote from where it had fallen behind the couch cushion, she switched on the television. Immediately, cheesy music began to pour out of her speaker system and an announcer’s low, husky voice welcomed viewers to the third installment of the popular Elves Go
ne Wild series of videos.

  Grace lay on the couch, one leg propped up and the other hanging off the edge. Her fingers drummed a matching beat on her abdomen, but she’d kept her clothes on. If the hottie didn’t look nearly as good on TV as he had on the DVD case, she’d flip off the movie and watch It’s A Wonderful Life for the twentieth time instead.

  Images of men filled the screen. Every one of them was tall and exceptionally good looking, and they all shared the slanted eyes and pointy ears she’d seen on the headliner pictured on the case. None of them, however, drew her like he had.

  It took a couple of minutes for the cast to make a full appearance on the starting credits, and then the announcer’s voice kicked in again. “And now, ladies, the moment you’ve been waiting for… presenting Arduine Ja’Reese!”

  Grace’s heart thumped hard. There he was, in the flesh -- well, okay, not quite in the flesh, but as close to real as he’d come for her. His thick, muscled thighs drew her attention, but it was the length of his caramel cock that kept her gaze firmly fixed there. Hot cream seeped from her pussy and slicked her lower lips. Her hand drifted closer to her mound, her fingertips playing loosely over the fuzzy surface of her pajama pants.

  She had all night, and he looked even better than he had in the promotional picture. She wanted to take her time, to fully enjoy each frame of everything he was going to do on screen.

  The steady, throbbing ache centering around her clit pulsed outward, streaming through her nerve-endings. She was so enthralled by the way Arduine’s hips moved, undulating as he took himself in hand and stroked the massive thickness of his shaft, that she almost missed the announcer’s next statement. “… and introducing newcomer Grace Mahoney!”

  Grace blinked and jolted upright. She couldn’t have heard right.

  The overhead lights flickered, snapping her out of her awed reverie. The TV screen flashed ominously.

  “Oh no, please, not now,” Grace pleaded.

  Blackouts were common in this part of the country, and they normally didn’t last very long, but as far as Grace was concerned this was the worst time for the electricity to go on the fritz. Her moist cunt throbbed, begging for more glimpses of that broad, hairless chest and sleek cock.

  A snap echoed around her and darkness suddenly sank in from all sides, enveloping her in a black shroud. Grace held her breath, waiting for the generator to kick in. It took a few moments, but she finally heard it powering up in the garage. The comforting whirr sent a tremor through the base of the house, and she held herself still hoping for power to return quickly.

  The colored lights on her tree flickered back to life, and Grace blew out a breath on a shuddering sigh. If the tree lights were working, the TV and overhead lights couldn’t be far behind.

  Blue, red and green illumination danced in the glass-top surface of her coffee table, glinting off the violet-colored mug she’d placed there, and sparkling off the golden bells tied to pointy green shoes.

  Grace gasped and shrank backward into her couch as her gaze flew upward from those unexpected shoes. The powerful thighs, the flat stomach and broad chest, the white hair and those slanted eyes were the same as they’d been a moment ago, except this time, Arduine was real.

  And he was here, in her living room. Still holding his cock.

  Gaping, Grace didn’t know whether to scream or throw herself at him, push him down on the floor and climb right on top of that delectable cock. She could ride him until he poofed back into the video, or until she woke up -- whichever came first.

  “Don’t be afraid, Grace,” Arduine said, taking a step forward. He extended his free hand out to her, but it was his other hand, the one wrapped around his shaft and continuing to stroke the hard length with slow, sensual movements, that had her undivided attention.

  “How do you know my name?” she asked through the lust-induced fog that seemed to dampen all her sense of reason. “Who are you?”

  He smiled, showing perfect white teeth that contrasted beautifully with his golden-brown skin. “You know who I am.”

  “B-but you’re here,” she stammered, fighting to keep her wits about her when all she wanted to do was run her fingers down the rippling pectoral muscles that glistened in the colorful pale light. “And you’re naked.”

  His grin broadened. He moved a step closer, closing the distance between them so she had to look up to meet his eyes. “Just the way you want me.” Lowering his head until his mouth was only a whisper apart from Grace’s, he ran his hands down her arms. The contact made her shudder with barely restrained need. “And you do want me, Grace, don’t you?”

  She could only nod. Arduine brushed his lips against hers, gentle and light as a morning breeze. A spark of electricity that had nothing to do with the power generator flashed through her body, making her lean into him and open her mouth.

  His tongue swept in between her lips, reaching out to her, teasing her. He tasted like crisp winter wind, fresh and invigorating. Desire spiraled through her and settled low in her belly. Her clit ached, begging to be touched.

  Grace’s hand shot up, and she laced her fingers in his silky white tresses, drawing him closer. His masculine chuckle rumbled against her mouth, and he swept his tongue over hers with deep, arrogant strokes before retreating to nip at her bottom lip.

  She didn’t even feel him unbuttoning her pajama top, but suddenly, there he was, his warm hands sliding beneath the now-gaping material to slide across her skin. Goosebumps broke out across her flesh. Her nipples puckered, drawn outward by the promise of his questing fingertips moving across her skin.

  She whimpered into his mouth when he pinched one of the engorged, sensitive buds. He rolled it between thumb and forefinger, summoning exquisite sensation from deep within her, streams of pleasure such as she’d never felt before. She arched her back, making herself more readily available to him, giving him anything -- everything -- he wanted.

  Reason no longer entered the equation. Whether he was real or not didn’t matter. If he was, it wasn’t something her mind could comprehend with his lips on hers and his fingers on her skin. If he wasn’t, then she’d wake up, and none of this mattered anyway.

  Arduine’s lips slid from hers and his mouth followed a heated path down the line of her jaw, over the sensitive skin at the hollow of her neck, and then lower still. Anticipation careened through her when his breath touched her neglected nipple.

  “Oh, yes,” she whispered. “Please.”

  “Please… what?” he asked, then reached out for a split second with the tip of his tongue and flicked it over her nipple.

  The mewling sound that filled the air couldn’t possibly have come from her, Grace thought, amazed at the depth of desire Arduine had summoned forth from her.

  “Please suck my breast into your mouth,” she whispered, closing her eyes. She couldn’t meet his gaze. She’d never once asked for anything during lovemaking before, and saying the words made it feel so real, so intimate.

  To her relief, he didn’t laugh, nor did he make her wait any longer. He simply did as she requested and drew the sensitive bud into the warm cavern of his mouth. Her entire body shook as he pulled and pinched, sucking deeper, harder, making it so every nerve-ending in her breast was on fire. His other hand continued to play with her left nipple, so both breasts were fully attended to until she thought she’d pass out from the heady mix of pleasure and exquisite jolts of sharp pain.

  She moaned and writhed, slick cream dripping from her pussy and settling on the thick material of her pajamas. She felt the wetness every time she moved, but she couldn’t help it. Her bottom flew across the surface of the couch as she wriggled beneath him, her slick labia sticking to the fabric with every sharp motion.

  At last, he released her nipple, and she fell back, her body a mass of quivering sensation. He gave her no respite, though, but continued the burning path he’d started to trail with his mouth. His tongue circled her navel, dipping into the indentation and making her shiver.


  Without warning, he slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of her pajama bottoms and tugged sharply. She didn’t even try to fight the urge that made her thrust her hips upward, making it easy for him to slide the pants off her.

  The scent of her musky arousal imbued the air, mixing with the sweetness of eggnog to form a delectable aroma Grace couldn’t get enough of.

  “You are so sexy, Grace,” Arduine said.

  She opened her eyes and looked down at him. He knelt between her parted legs, his palms sweeping upward over the inside of her thighs. Her plump folds were bare to his sight, his fingers, his mouth… his cock. He could take her in any way he wanted, and she’d only beg for more.

  God, what had gotten into her? He must think her some kind of wanton hussy, but she wasn’t. At least not normally. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d let herself get so carried away, but this man seemed to bring out the savage animal in her.

  She reached out and threaded her fingers through his hair. “You’re pretty hot yourself, Elf.”

  She meant the words to tease, but his eyes brightened and his expression turned serious. “You know what I am?”

  “Sure.” A giggle escaped her throat as she pointed in the direction of the TV. “You’re an Elf who’s apparently gone wild.”

  Arduine feathered kisses over her inner thigh, apparently ignoring the fact that she didn’t have a clue how he’d gotten here, or why. “Good. It’ll be so much easier for you to accept later if you understand what’s happening now.”

  “Accept what?” Grace asked.

  His fingers parted her slick labia and delved inside. A tingling dart of electric heat shot through her cunt, tightening the coiling ache of desire pulsing through her.

  “Accept me,” he said simply, then placed a fleeting kiss right on top of her clit.

  Grace bucked beneath him as he clamped his mouth to her overheated, aching pussy. He lapped the juices flowing from her and inserted two fingers inside her clenching cunt. Her inner walls tightened, closing in around him, drawing him as far inside her body as possible.