A Sprite's Tale (novella) Read Free

into a sexual prisoner. If it wasn’t for the bloody sleigh, nine missing reindeer and a shitload of presents, I’d be a willing sexual —
    The sprite slid her lips to my other nipple, nipped it between even teeth and thought went out the window again.
    Window? Well, out the gap between thick, vine-covered eucalypts.
    ‘Okay, okay,’ I moaned, my skin now completely slicked with sweat, my cock a hard throbbing shaft of unashamed interest. ‘I give in. But you’ve gotta help me round up the reindeer at least. Just give me that.’
    She giggled again…a naughty, delighted sound that sent a fresh surge of hot blood to my groin. My cock twitched and, with a sudden burst of carnal energy, stood ramrod straight, pointing straight up at the rainforest canopy — as if it were an indecent reminder of the sky above the leaves I should be soaring through.
    Fingers feathered the bulbous head (which if I’d dared to look, was probably purple with engorged hunger by now), smearing the bead of pre-cum there across my burning, taut skin.
    A very traitorous, very enticing thought flittered through my head: Surely Christmas can be late this year ?
    I knew the answer. It couldn’t. But I couldn’t convince my body of that. Not when unseen hands and lips moved over it so thoroughly — and I mean thoroughly. One hand continued to tease my left nipple, the other had found my sac, cupping my swollen balls in a gentle but still forceful grip, massaging them with confident fingers.
    The lips stayed on task — first nibbling my right nipple, then scoring a wet pathdown over my stomach. I’ve got a good stomach, hard and well muscled. I love my uncle to bits, but I wasn’t going the way of the family gene pool when it came to physical formation. No massive girth here that wobbles when I laugh. What my stomach was doing at that very moment was rising and falling in hitching motion as lips that felt like cool velvet worked their way to my navel.
    A tongue flicked out and explored the shallow dip, and I clenched my fists. Damn. It felt good.
    Something very soft tickled my face, like the brush of gossamer, and without seeing them I knew I’d been struck by wings. My already thumping heartbeat quickened. If the sprite’s mouth was at my navel and her wings were near my face, then that could only mean…
    The action beat the prediction.
    Without preamble, my cock was enveloped by a hot, sucking mouth and the very traitorous thought — to hell with Christmas — screamed through my head.

Chrissie
    Now I know this isn’t the diversion-slash-distraction Old Man Claus had in mind. I’m pretty certain when he called me up for this mission he didn’t envision me hovering — invisible — barely inches from the ground with my lips wrapped around his nephew’s cock. His nephew’s very impressive cock, I have to say.
    But here’s the thing. Being a bushland sprite is all well and good and wonderful if you love nothing but lantana, wattle, wombats, possums and kangaroos for company, but I’ve always longed for…well, I guess you’d call it ‘people’ company. Don’t get me wrong, I love what I am but there’s only so much you can discuss with a eucalypt, and yearning for a deep soul-to-soul connection doesn’t translate to a tree.
    True, I hadn’t had a soul-to-soul with Nick Saint Nicholas yet, but I was definitely communicating with ‘wood’ in a way I’d never wanted to with a tree. Who knew where it would lead us?
    His cock felt wonderful in my mouth. Long, thick and solid. Warm like a freshly unearthed tree root. I slid my tongue around its base, marvelling at its girth even as I felt the distended head of his cock nudge the back of my throat. By the Elf Lord, he was well equipped.
    I felt a soft jolt rock through his body and sent out a whispered command to the lantana vines holding his wrists to lash tighter. I didn’t want him getting away, not when I was enjoying the job given to me so much.
    I ‘felt’ the vines