Rudolph Santa Novels & Stories

He scowled at me but there was no real bite in it. "Which one do you want?" It took a split second for me to realize he was going to let me choose something. My grin widened as I eagerly looked around at my options. I knew I was acting like a child but that's what this festival did to you. It brought out your inner child and what was more of a perfect time for that than Christmas. And add on to the fact Knox was being very sweet by winning me something. "I'll take Rudolph." I pointed to the kinda smaller reindeer hanging by himself. The older man working the booth handed him over with a kind smile as I held two stuffed animals in my arms.

Parker exclaimed. “But how is that possible?” Ryder demanded, “he can’t be a different person every year, can he?” “Actually he can.” Paisley corrected, “Daddy explained it to me once. He said that Santa is so busy in the North Pole getting ready for Christmas, that he just doesn’ have the time to visit every city in the world aforehand to find out what everyone wants, or even to read all the letters on his own. So he has thousands of helpers who go out and collect the letters and dress up like him to find out what pups want for Christmas!”

Snow hissed against the windows. He was already inside. Leaning against the marble island like he owned the place. This Santa is leaner than the first, all wiry muscle and long limbs, black satin half-mask, crimson velvet coat hanging open over bare, sculpted chest. A thin line of dark hair ran from his navel straight into low-slung black pants. A single red ribbon was tied around the base of his very obvious, very hard cock, the bow resting against his hip like a gift tag. He crooked a finger. “Come here, Noelle.”

“Do you know anyone who might be able to help fly Santa’s sleigh? On such a foggy night?” “Rudolph!” Liam’s eyes went wide with excitement. “Rudolph could help Santa with his sleigh!” “Of course! Of course! Of course!” Nicholas hit his own forehead with the bottom of his palm. “Why didn’t I think of that?” Liam was giggling now, beaming up at Santa. Nicholas gave him a twinkling smile. “Now, little Liam, what’s your wish for this Christmas? Tell me fast, before the magic disappears!”

The sound drifts through the room, faint at first, then closer. “Ho ho ho.” The sound came again, louder this time—right outside my window. My eyes snap open, and I sit up, staring out the window. Outside, flying through the dark sky, a reindeer—no, a whole team of them—soars past, their hooves striking nothing yet leaving trails of sparkling light behind. They pull a sleigh, and at the reins sits a figure in red and white. He looks exactly like— “Santa?” I mutter, squinting to see him clearly.

"You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen. Comet and Cupid, Dasher and... Vixen. But do you recall the most famous reindeer of all?" "Babygirl... what has gotten over you?" I asked, surprised at her sudden change in behavior. "What in the world are you drinking?" "Nothing," she giggled and continued singing and dancing. "Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer had a very shiny nose, and if you ever saw it you would even say it glows." I grabbed the cup from her hand and took a sniff. "Baby... is that... what is that, eggnog?" I asked sternly.

Once in a blue moon, a wild girl would wander back to her village covered in moss and half-mad having escaped from an ill-fortuned marriage as a wood wife to a forest king leshy. Thanks to shifting belief, Ded Moroz became something like Santa and rebranded the family business to deliver presents to children across Russia at New Years. Father Frost was nothing if not good at giving away gifts like blizzards. He and Snegurochka worked with the efficiency of a snowstorm.

Curious? All right, if you promise to keep my secret I’ll tell you…here goes: I want to be fucked by Santa. Oh, c’mon, you know deep down you want it, too. I mean, he’s a guy who always knows what you want, his big bulky body has to be fairly strong to handle all those reindeer and he drives a freakin’ magic sleigh! That’s hawt, if you ask me. And those white whiskers and long, flowing beard…I shudder just to think of those whiskers tickling me in soft and pink places.

Apparently, my son Claude, was alarmed because Lucien had hinted that he might enter the ring himself if Claude was not up to it. I rolled my eyes when I heard that. * We had named the little one Rudolph. Tara had declared that as it was Christmas, it was only proper to name the baby after Santa’s favorite reindeer. The others had sniggered and chortled, laughing at her but seeing the look of hurt on her face, I had agreed instantaneously and Lucien could not care either way. So, Rudi, he was. *

He said, stretching out his hand. "This is it.” He gave the menu to Adrian while he turned to me bowing, I nodded in affirmation I could see color draining from his face. “What's your name?” I asked "R..Rudolph." He said, stammering , I could hear his heartbeat already. "Don't worry I can't hurt you.” I said while signaling Adrian to give him the menu and place orders. "Umm… Gulaschsuppe please." Adrian said “Sure.” “What the hell is that,” I asked Adrian after Rudolph had left. “It actually tastes good, trust me you will love it.”