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“Ahhhhhh ooooooh!” she yelled and it was a sound I’d never heard before, from somewhere deep in her gut, a sigh of ecstasy that sounded so intense I wanted to come with her.
And she squirted. She squirted so hard that her pink juices were flowing around my cock and down my balls. Her wetness ran down my legs and onto the floor.
“Don’t stop!” she yelled as she kept going even as her pussy spurted everything out of it.
I stood in a growing puddle and I kept fucking her, loving every second of it. It was so fucking hot. And when I came inside of her it was of no comparison. My balls tightened and I felt like I was letting go of life through my cock. It felt so fucking good. But what came out of the tip was so little compared to what she’d poured out.
And we collapsed onto my bed. I remember feeling so comfortable there, holding onto a woman. I didn’t care if she was an elf. I didn’t care what color she was or what crazy tattoo-like markings were on her pussy. I just cared that I wasn’t alone anymore.
And I’d heard elves live twice as long as a human. That meant I had a little more of this than I was used to.
As we lay there on my bed, spooning, she reached back and ran her hand around my balls.
“I am so happy to be your wife, Sir,” she said.
I had no idea what she was talking about. Then she told me that in her land, when a man and woman make love, they were joined until death. She seemed freaked out and sad that I didn’t know. Like she’d committed a great sin.
I assured her that there’d be no sin. I would marry her. She’d be my wife. And as she rejoiced at that news, she got up and leaned over, put her ass up in the air and said, “Now do to me again what you did before.”
That marriage lasted a long time. We had some troubles. The other elves talked a lot of course. But soon they came to respect her as Mrs. Claus. Nicholas and Madison weren’t thrilled about calling an elf mom, but they eventually realized I was happy and left it alone. The biggest problem I had with Celise is she turned out to be a thief.
Not a thief with bad intentions. She just wanted to take care of her people back in her dimension. So she’d take toys being prepared for Christmas and send them to her people. I had no idea for a long time but then I was filled in by a couple of elves who’d seen her.
I talked to her and we argued, fought really, but then had incredibly hot makeup sex and forgot about it.
But she did die. She hadn’t given wholeheartedly but instead had stolen toys so I knew as we grew old together that her time would come. I tried to prepare myself mentally but I just couldn’t. Celise was the most playful of my wives. She was always happy, always horny, and always active. If she wasn’t singing or dancing, she was cooking or decorating.
A sickness very common in her people’s elderly overtook her. She grew very frail and began to lose her memories and then her thoughts altogether. Similar to Alzheimer’s, she began to resemble a young child and soon withered away.
As usual, one day she was gone, and I was alone with only my sadness and whiskey.
Much like now as I sit and look over at Marlena. God, I had some great times and loved a lot. I loved more than most men ever get to. I loved so hard and so loyally that I amazed even myself.
But in the end it never matters.
Chapter 4
Marlena was and will be my final wife. I just can’t do this anymore. I can’t fill my soul so fully with thoughts and feelings for another being and then allow it to burst like a balloon. It hurts. And she, Marlena, has meant more to me than any of the others.
She was the first wife I searched for. I knew that no woman would ever be granted everlasting life, to stay with me until time itself ended, but I held on to the hope that if one would just give wholeheartedly, just meet me in my need to give back to the world’s children, then maybe…just maybe…you never know.
I left the North Pole in February, just after Christmas season really winds down, and made my way through a few small towns. I stayed away from New York City and Chicago and my usual bachelor party-like haunts. I’d had so much sex in my life and had drank so much and had partied so hard that I think I’d finally gotten it out of my system.
This time was different. I was purposely looking for a great girl, a woman who volunteered or did charity work or…I don’t know…saved the whales? Something.
I tried a few little towns and eventually found myself in Anchorage, Alaska. Why Alaska? Well, I figured instead of searching for someone who’d have to adapt to a winter wonderland, I might as well find one already kicking it in one. But where in Anchorage, Alaska, do you meet women? Good women?
Church!
Yes, I went to church. I didn’t even know which church to try first. I’d always considered myself a religious man I guess. I prayed and I’ve always had a strong personal relationship with God…I mean I talk to an angel fairly frequently. But I hadn’t gone to church in a very long time.
I tried several churches. Evangelic, Catholic, and Baptist but I didn’t even know where to start. I mean I hadn’t brushed up on my church pickup lines. What had I even hoped to find in a church? I met my first wife at a ball, my second wife in her house on Christmas Eve, and my third wife was a fucking elf.
I’d just about given up on finding anyone. I drove to a diner, some kind of breakfast place, because I seriously just wanted to drown my sorrows in a giant glass of chocolate milk and a stack of pancakes.
Nicholas and Madison were back home, enjoying their lives with new spouses of their own and I couldn’t help thinking how sad they’d be if I returned empty handed. Empty handed, like I was a fucking pirate out looking for treasure or a Viking searching for a new town to pillage.
I was just an average man who didn’t age and lived in a fairytale world full of magical elves and reindeer that flew. Try mentioning that in a speed dating session.
