Final for this month, stay safe and have a happy holiday season.
“Woah there, woah…” his voice carried through the frozen air, reaching even the leading member of his team. The nine burly caribou slowed their gallop as he angled the sleigh carefully back down to earth. His kingdom had waited a full night without him but that wasn’t what motivated him, the kingdom and his subjects could take care of themselves. SHE had waited, his dependable companion, most trusted counselor, and insatiable lover.
A full year’s preparation for this one night when they would be pulled from each others arms and transformed, so he could do his job. Just a little longer, then they could be together again. A jostle ahead stole his attention, his eye darting to the offending reindeer. “Easy Dasher, calm. We’re almost home.” Some should call it foolish, talking to his animals but they were as much his family as his wife and the elves. They’d all been on the same journey for so long they knew him better than anyone else, regardless of what form he was in.Nicol chuckled at the memory, his body currently shorter and fat, plump and happy, inviting in its softness, his cheeks red behind his thick all white beard, seemed to roll and jiggle with his deep cheery laughter, this late in his night he hated it, but it was almost over. He steered the heavy sleigh around where he knew his castle to sit, the magic of the night unfolding his kingdom before him and the nine.
The castle was enormous, it’s walls tall and thick, a fortress in any other century, it’s original purpose lost to the ages, now a refuge for the denizens of the cold and their ever watchful and protective king. He felt the magic fading, it wouldn’t be long now, the closer he got to home the faster it went, hurrying away for when it would be needed next year. The nine galloped to a smooth landing and the moment the blades of the sleigh gently caressed the snow he felt it, the rush of an entire planet, billions of souls, billions upon billions of creatures, frozen in time for a one brief moment that night all at once returning to it. It was always disorienting. Light headed, he let the team slow to a stop on their own, they knew what to do. He never got used to the feeling of it, all that magic at once. The others wouldn’t understand, Jack would say he did but his powers weren’t anything like this, only gods and fellow avatars could see him, Rab maybe but she only slowed time for stealth to do the job, Nicol would stop it all together to complete his task every year, it was exhausting.
“Sir?” A female voice caught his attention, already the sound changing from this evenings quiet mousy chirping to its normal louder more smooth tune.“I’m fine Belle.” He said with a smile, one big brown mitten covered hand grabbed the side of his seat and he hefted his bulk up and over the sleigh, his black books landing with surprisingly quiet softness on the snow for one so big and heavy. He looked up, the female elf still wore her nights body, three feet tall, fit and conservatively proportioned for a woman of his kingdom, all hidden underneath a bright green coat and pants.
“Extra sweet corn for them tonight please.” He declared. “Rough air over the pacific this year.” He added as means of explanation for altering the nines usual post-work diet. More elves marched up to help. Already the reindeer were unhooked and being lead to their corrals, the empty sack in the rear of the sleigh was being removed for cleaning, he left the elves to their work, Nicol knew the operation was a well oiled machine and could almost run without him.The big man made his way inside, following a long wide hallway, he felt the magic leaving him and freely let it go. “Until next year old friend.” He muttered and relaxed his shoulders. He felt the change right away. As he walked he felt his body grow, his fat belly shrinking, tightening, sharpening, his arms and legs lengthening and growing thick with hard muscle. In five steps he went from a jolly and fat 6’2” to an imposing 7’3” broad shouldered mountain of steely muscle. He slid off his coat, and handed it to an elf, the magic gone from this one now that he released his, the male elf shorter and smaller in every regard but would still give a human bodybuilder a run for their money. He could almost pass as human if he could hide the pointed ears.
Nicol knew all through his kingdom the elves would be resuming their natural forms, the men muscular and the woman voluptuous , clothing would be shed in favor of wearing as little as possible to show themselves off for friends, lovers, and partners. Nicol’s gait lengthened as he walked, resuming the form he’d acquired so long ago, the one that came with this magic. No longer was he an old jolly fat man in black boots and a read suit, within a dozen strides he was young, tall, broad and strong, painfully handsome and intimidating to look upon. His white beard and long white hair darkened to a lively brown, shortening to a close shaven hairstyle and slight facial stubble.
The hallway ended with a grand staircase, the landing overlooking a lobby that overlooked a dozen places in the castle, another elf stood waiting patiently, long blonde hair falling to her feet, breasts as big as her head barely contained by a thin belt across her chest, wide hips and fat ass all but consuming the thong that almost failed to cover the front of her sex, he tossed his large heavy coat to her, skin flushed as she looked over her king in his true form. Nicol stopped and gazed at the tempting body of his subject, she’d give herself to him instantly if he wanted it, instead he gave her his boots, carefully removing them and then stepping out of his thick bright red pants to hand them over, making sure she saw him in his full naked glory. Between his legs Nicol sported an impossible two feet of forearm thick cock and a pair of balls the size of pineapples. Now naked and free he felt his cock start to harden, he dismissed the elf and looked for his wife.
Most stories in the mortal world had his wife a plump and kind looking woman of matronly beauty, soft and jolly like her husband, often wearing a similar outfit, sometimes it was a red dress or red long coat, black shoes and brown leather mittens, even a red cap atop a well fashioned bun of snow white hair. This wasn’t far from the truth, more often she preferred a thick white long coat and matching white fur hat. She only wore her hair in a bun once at his request, to see how it looked on her. She hated it, preferring her long curls to fall freely down past her shoulders. Nicol watched as the magic faded from her too. Jessica, her name updated with the more modern pronunciation, stepped away from a golden mechanical representation of the earth, her body changing quickly.
The elderly woman got younger and taller, her waist shrunk in on itself, her hips flared wide, and her chest expanded immensely.She pulled off her coat revealing a hard body of sculpted muscle, her tits grew, each perfect sphere expanding to match the size of her head, then double its size, then triple it. She wore nothing underneath her coat except for a sheer white thong, decorated with gold, the thin straps riding so high they seemed hung off her ribs, a very pronounced camel toe between her legs. She took long graceful steps as her coat fell off her arms and she walked mostly naked to the stairs. She pulled off her cap as her hair returned to its blood red coloring he knew so well. She ascended the stairs slowly, her piercing green eyes locked on her husband and his two feet of iron hard cock. How many times had he returned from battle to see this? How many times did she pray to whatever gods who’d listen to return him bloodied and starving with lust.Her grin was like that of a hungry animal about to feast. Like a predator stalking her prey she moved, half walking half crawling up the stairs toward him. Each movement was slow, elongated, exaggerated, deliberate, her body rotating and twisting as she seemed to pull herself along the stairs.
This what he lived for, what they both lived for, two days spent as the overweight and comely elderly couple every year and the rest of their immortal lives like this, it wasn’t a bad trade off. One big hand gripped his prodigious prick and he started stroking, watching his wife, his fierce companion and savage lover over the centuries, prowl toward him. He could almost see her drooling, her eyes fixed on his fat manhood, that thing that conquered her so long ago and every night and day since. Nicol groaned watching her move, it was an erotic display only she could perform, no other lover came close, and he’d taken so many. A fat dollop of precum gathered and fell on the stairs with an audible splat, then another, and another. A steady rain of the clear vicious fluid formed a small puddle. Then gravity pulled it ever downward, spilling over one step, then two, again and again. Six steps held glistening spreading pools of pre spunk before the muscular buxom woman reached the lustful spillover. Grinning she angled her head down, her long tongue slithering from between her lips to toy with and taste the clear liquid. “Mmmm fuck.” She moaned, her husky voice loud enough for everyone around to hear, everyone did but no one reacted, to them this was just a normal day.
Nicol’s free hand joined the first, both driving slowly on, vice-like fingers digging into the thick veiny flesh of his cockshaft, encouraging more thick drops of precum to flow from his slit and pool on the stairs as his wife worked her way upwards. Her great tits dragged along the stairs, smearing themselves with his fluid, to her visible delight. Still crawling, her hands reached his big feet and she sighed with the satisfaction of reaching her destination. Her head rose to meet his massive balls, her tongue slipped from her lips to trace every vein and ripple along the bloated cum filled orbs. Her entire body shuddered as her lips and mouth tasted him. She felt one big hand land hard on her head and roughly grip her skull. Nicol pushed her into his balls, his orbs larger than her head as she fought to move around his sack. Wet sloppy kissing and sucking sounds reached his ears and he groaned a sigh, this is what he always missed when he went out.
Jessica licked and sucked, tongued and slurped until both giant nuts were dripping, bathed in her spit twice over, excess saliva coating her whole face and chest, strands of sloppy worship still connecting her to her husbands oversized sack. “I love your massive balls.” She said with her tongue slipping from her mouth and wet lips smacking as she spoke. Her hands travelled upwards to the base of his mighty shaft, her fingernails digging in to the flesh of his fuckstick, she poked and squeezed, hard enough to break skin with her dagger like blood red painted fingernails. No matter how hard she tried her nail’s wouldn’t puncture him. It had been ages since she could make him bleed, though she still tried every now and then out of habit.
He released her from his grip, and slapped her across the face for the attempt, his empty hand flexing out of habit. She met his eyes with a mischievous grin. Another strike saw her laugh and drag her face along his fully turgid rode, her teeth grazing his oversized tip. Up and down, a half dozen times she jerked her husband with her face, her thick lips blowing spit and bubbles along his length only to add to the slop already decorating her face. Nicol’s hand at the base of his cock hadn’t moved, simply squeezed himself harder along with Jessica’s stimulation. This had gone on a while, he’d been denied her body for long enough. “I want…” Jessica was cut off with a backhanded slap from Nicol. The strike was powerful enough to knock her to the floor. Where others might see pain or shock, he saw only hunger on her face.
“Put my cock in your mouth.” He growled dragging her up by the hair. The look in her eyes was wild, Jessica and Nicol were returning to the old ways. Back then everything was about survival and enjoying what you could before you died. They’d fought side by side, making war, killing, then fucking rough, long, and loud over the corpse strewn battlefields until the sun came up. Maps were altered to include the rivers of their fluids they left in conquered lands. Their kingdoms weren’t much different, survival of the fittest with the fittest fucking as much as they possibly could. Her mouth opened wide and her tongue slithered out to taste and play over every inch of his cockhead. He groaned loudly, he’d been to and fucked hundreds of woman over the years and no one could suck his cock better than she could. She spat fat thick globs of lusty mess over his iron hard shaft then pressed her lips to his tip and pushed forward. Plump lips parted slowly as his head started to disappear. She moaned her enjoyment of his taste, sucking down the fat globs of precum his slut poured into her mouth. She pushed forward again, further and further, her lips wrapped tightly around his immensity. He could see her smile as she reached the glob of spit, it spread across her lips with her movements.
“That’s what I’ve been waiting for.” He growled, the words brought a moan of appreciation from her. His hand in her hair squeezed and rotated, tangling her hair around his fingers, he twisted a wrist and she gave a yelp muffled by his throat filling cock. His other hand moved to slap her face twice before he tangled those fingers in her hair. The impacts hard enough to jerk her head to the side, if it wasn’t for the one hand already holding her there and thick cock anchoring her in place Jessica would’ve been knocked to the floor again. She responded with vigor, her hands flew up to grab his shaft, her fingers squeezed like she was trying to crush the monumental manhood, and her hands twisting like she was trying to rip it off. It was pleasurable and painful, she bit down with her teeth eliciting a dark chuckle from her beloved and savage husband.
“Bitch.” He growled, yanking her head left and right before pulled her almost off his cock and holding her head in place as he threw his hips forward in a thrust that could’ve cracked concrete. “That’s how you want to do this?” He roared the question, but it wasn’t a question, this was a memory, a reenactment of their first meeting. Her army beaten, she captured, dragged before his august eminence, him naked with a half dozen of his harem at his legs but he didn’t want them, he wanted her, he deserved her. She made him earn it, fighting to kill him even as he violently plunged his meat into her waiting and overly aroused depths. That first thrust shattered her as a queen, the second destroyed any sense of shame, the third she pulled him close and kissed him hard, thrust four had her body respond, moving to slap, scratch, and bite over his neck, shoulders, and torso. No one alive had defeated her so quickly, dominated her so completely, taken her so savagely. He’d hit her and she’d hit him back, slapping, punching, spitting, choking, as much pain as he inflicted on her for his pleasure she returned the favor, drawing the same pleasure from it. His hands yanked her head forward, savagely pulling her almost a foot along his shaft, that thick man meat pussy missile forcing itself down her throat and making her cough and gag. Thick back of the throat spit flew from her lips, the stuff too slippery or voluminous to be contained by his mouth stretching shaft and her struggling to accommodate his size, like always.
“Not enough.” He growled seeing her unable to swallow him, one hand let go of her head and slammed down hard on the back of her head. Her eyes flared wide and her body shook with pleasure, her triggered orgasm making it hard for her to breath but right now oxygen was important, she needed to swallow and fill her chest with his monstrous cock.When her orgasm subsided she let go of him and brought her own hands back. Her balled fists beat against the back of her head repeatedly, manhandling herself to take more of his cock. With both hands she grabbed and twisted one of his huge heavy balls making him jump. She spat a mouthful of thick phlegm along his iron hard shaft.
“Clean it up.” He growled.
“Fuck you.” She chuckled her reply.
“I said clean it.” His voice was threatening, a hand rose and fell across her face, hard enough to knock her sideways but his still gripping hand held her in place by the scalp.
“Make me.”’she snarled the words, her teeth barred like fangs, her eyes wild with an animals wildness. Nicol had always been strong, even before the magic came he could crush bodies with his bare hands. His palm pressed against Jessica’s head his fingers clamped down hard enough to bruise, he lifted his wife off the floor with his single arm, cords of muscle flexed and strained as the bimbo bodied wife dangled in his one handed grip. Whooooooommm SMACK! His other big hand came across her hanging face like a wrecking ball, then the backside of it. He said nothing, his free arm moving back and forth, swinging hard, his hand striking her face, tits, and ass.
His hand smashed against her belt covered breast and squeezed, the nipple pinched and twisted through the leather squeezed by his fingers. Jessica cried out in pained pleasure, fresh arousal soaking her thighs through her now see through thong. Nicol’s fingers slipped behind the leather belt and with a tank it snapped, easily overwhelmed by his strength. His hand returned to her body, roughly digging into her flesh at her groin. The thong shredded against his fingers and he unceremoniously plunged two fingers into her soaked pussy.
“Oh gods!!!” She cried. His hand and arm moved in a blur as he pumped her pussy mercilessly. Stepping to the side he held her over the landing’s guardrail and forced an orgasm from her. The nectar raining onto the workfloor below from her body as it thrashed in passion.
“Keep cumming for me bitch, scream for your king.” He growled, Jessica obliged as her orgasm started anew, her entire body flushed with the intense pleasure, pleasure that wouldn’t abate until her husband stopped pumping his fingers, which he didn’t do. He held her like that, fingers pumping, her cumming hard and howling her pleasure for a while until he grew board. Without words or ceremony he ripped his fingers from her soaked and abuses snatch then jammed them into her mouth. Jessica reacted immediately, mouth clamping down on her husbands pussy marinated digits, moaning as she sucked her flavor from them with gusto.
Nicol brought her back to the floor, her feet had barely touched the floor when he spun her around and bent her over the railing. “Oh yes baby, fuck me!” She yelled. His hand smacked her ass so hard it left a handprint was his only reply. He didn’t look, he didn’t need to, every inch of his castle had been consecrated by their sex. He knew her position without trying, eighteen inches of his thick two foot cock rammed into her wet and waiting pussy.
“Oh YES! FUCK ME!!!” She screamed, her latest orgasm spasming through her body, set off by his penetrating penis. He groaned with the feeling of her tight womanhood, still squeezing his cock after all these years. “Use me like you used to, make it hurt like you fucking mean it. Fuck me like the savage who claimed me, take your pleasure from me like the king you are.” His cock had never been harder, he’d spend the next year making her regret those words, and loving every minute of it.
The workshop was a mess, benches had been overturned or broken, sometimes both, the reindeer bridles and leashes were scattered about, his old whip was laying in a pool of mixed cum, wrapping was a wreck and a dozen elves had their own orgies interrupted to begin cleaning up. Hallways lay decorated with sprays of her cum or long thick and still hot ropes of his. Some walls were cracked from the impacts of their bodies as they made their way to their favorite spot to fuck.
Down the main hall, past the various hooks and chains, podiums with cuffs and locks, pools of slippery white cum, a bedroom door was open. It was more a set of chambers, rooms or such scale and decoration they were only fit for a king and his queen. In this case a pair of naked muscular savages rebelling in a year long rut until they were interrupted by the gods or the seasons of the world. Until the magic calls him again to serve.
Until then, many happy and joyous days to you.
-Preposterous