Dirty Claus

Chapter 5

Nick

Christmas Eve

For three days, I locked myself away with my wife. Now, I am working my magic in New Zealand, dropping off gifts. Jensynn crosses off the list as we make deliveries. I'm exhausted but I'm sure that has more to do with the insatiable Aenwyn.

"I can't believe you're married, boss."

"It was time," I reply, chuckling.

"Apparently."

"How is your own lady wife?"

"She's settling in well."

"Excellent." When we left the girls earlier, they were already fast friends.

After Aenwyn and I came up for air the first time, I announced her as my wife while she wore the very coat I have on now since I ruined her clothes. She wore it as a dress and nothing else. We celebrated with everyone over dinner. At the table, I made her come on my fingers while keeping completely quiet. She reached over and jerked my cock like a fucking pro. I sent for her things from her apartment and moved her into my rooms. We took a shower and made slow, sweet love before fucking all night and all the time since then.

"Boss?" Jensynn asks, snapping his fingers in my face, drawing me out of my memories.

"You missed a house," he says.

"Damn." I say turning the sleigh around. Everything is perfectly timed so I gotta get my head in the game. I've got the rest of my life to be with here. This is essentially the one night a year I won't spend with her while I'm in the hot seat.

Hours later, I park the sleigh leaving the reindeer to be tended to by the stable hands. I thank my eight member crew (Milo, Jinx, Tanner, Elliot, Amazon, Denny, Tom, and Hannah) for their service. The original reindeer retired long ago.

As soon as I turn around, Aenwyn jumps into my arms. I catch her, my hands grasping her thick ass.

"Welcome home," she says before kissing all over my face before I take her lips.

"I missed you," she whispers.

"I missed you too."

"How much milo and cookies did you have."

"I had some at every house," I reply proudly.

"You smell like cookies," she says as I carry her into the castle.

Tonight we party for several days, but for now I want a shower and my wife, preferably at the same time.

In our bedroom, she has me sit on the edge of the bed. She kneels before me and removes my boots and socks. Then she gives me a wicked smile, pulls my pants open by the gold cord and pulls my cock out. Her tiny fist grips me and she pumps up and down.

Leaning forward, she kisses the tip before sucking me hard. Using her hand and mouth, she takes me to a new place. I see her hand working her pussy while she sucks me. I can't believe sucking me off turns her in so much. I fist her hair pushing her where I want her to go. Violently, yet lovingly I fuck her face but she doesn't stop me. Not able to take it anymore, I fill her mouth with my seed.

"Come, husband, let me wash you," she says standing, her hand outstretched. I smile and take her hand, letting her lead me to the bathroom.

"You're so beautiful," I say touching her flushed cheek with my thumb.

"And you are so dirty. Yes, Dirty Claus," she says laughing. I pull her toward me and kiss her.

It's only been a few days but I can't imagine my life without her.

Thank God that I will never have to find out what that’s like either.

Epilogue

Aenwyn

Six Months Later

The only real difference between human and elfish pregnancies are that they are three months shorter than human ones, but man I am ready for this to be over. I am six months and six days pregnant. I knew the exact moment I got pregnant. My whole body felt different. I felt our son within seconds of his creation. Right now though, I feel as big as a house.

My midwife, Ella, is hovering. She claims it's going to happen any second now, but I don’t believe her. Not for the first time I am wondering if Nick’s human genes are dragging this out for me,

“Aenwyn?” Nick asks, ducking his head into the bedroom.

“Yes?”

“How are you feeling?” he asks, concerned. Ella put me on strict bed rest this morning over my strong protests.

“Like I am not in labor yet,” I growl. He’s been avoiding me today. I have been meaner than I ever have been. I am beyond ready to meet my son.

“Yes, you are,” Ella says, a huge smile on her face.

“What?” Nick and I say in unison.

“Don’t you feel that?”

“No. What?” I ask.

“It’s happening.”

“Really? I don’t feel any pain,” I say, but come to think of it I have never felt pain. Not even as a child when I broke my arm. It was at such an odd angle and not a single tear.