Santa's Naughty Son

"Santa being fat and jolly is only when he is in his suit. When the suit comes off I'll be plain ole Dash again."

"Okay if you can prove it I will marry you."

Dash gathered his clothes and started getting dressed, and she to finished dressing. Her heart was already breaking, she had spent most of her life alone, because she had refused to settle for Mr. Right Now. Shame on her body for reacting, and thinking he could actually be Mr. Right. Dash took her hands in his, and he closed his eyes. Alana closed her eyes when the fear of falling took over. When she finally opened her eyes again The Winter Wonderland before her caused everything to go black. Dash caught her before she could hit the snow, scooping her up he carried her inside.

When Alana finally came to Dash was standing over her with a look of concern on his face.

"Alana, are you okay?"

"I think so. What happened? Where are we?"

"You fainted. I guess it is a bit overwhelming. We are in my parents' home, at the North Pole."

"I remember now. It's all real Dash. Santa, and the North Pole, and the elves. I can't believe it. It was all so beautiful, and then it hit me."

"I will be happy to show you around, and take you down to the workshop, just as soon as you are able to stand."

"I'm fine Dash really. I think I'm over the initial shock."

Alana may have spoken too soon when the man she loved as a child entered the room, and she felt her head spinning again.

"Father this is Alana Morgan. The woman I have chosen to be my wife. I hope that you and mother approve."

"Of course I approve. Alana has always carried the spirit of Christmas in her. She will fit in nicely around here."

When Alana could find her voice, she spoke. "Sir how could you know that, or anything about me. We just met."

"No Alana, we met when you were five years old, and you snuck out of bed, and caught me putting presents under your tree. I knew you were special then. You told me not to leave you anything, and to give your toys to children how really needed them. I was so touched by that, and I have watched you closely since then. I'm Santa at least until Christmas Eve, and there is no one that I don't know. I hope you rub off on my son. Do you know what it's like to be Santa and have your own son on the naughty list?"

"Really father, that's not funny. I am here to do as I was ordered. I have claimed Alana as my wife, and will take on the role of Santa Clause, that is if she will marry me." Santa tossed a small box to his son, and Dash got down on one knee, and opened the box removing the ring. "Will you marry me Alana, and be my Mrs. Clause?"

Dasher's blue eyes gazed into hers, and she knew instantly that this is where she belonged. Just the way he was looking at her caused her temperature to spike. Alana had never experienced the kind of pleasure Dash had made her feel, and if it meant leaving her life behind it would be worth it to feel that again. She smiled and nodded her head.

"Yes Dash I will marry you." Dash slid the ring on her finger, and Alana's breath caught at its beauty, or could it be the magic that danced before her eyes. The Winter Wonderland that would now be her home glistened in the stone. "Oh Dash it's beautiful."

"Its magic Alana for whenever you miss your family, and want to return to visit, all you have to do is close your eyes, and wish for it, and you'll be there."

"I love it. Thank you." Alana pressed her lips to his in the sweetest of kisses, and her core tightened, and that familiar ache set in. She pressed her thighs together hoping to stop the wetness she knew would pool in her panties, from just the smallest of kisses.

"Okay kids save that for the marital bed," Santa said as he began to chuckle. Alana couldn't help but laugh to when she noticed that his belly really did shake like a bowl full of jello. "Father Time is on his way to perform the ceremony. You mother is fetching her gown for Alana, so tell your bride you will see her in an hour, and go get yourself ready."

"I'll see you soon Alana," Dash said as he and his father left her to prepare for their wedding.

The hour passed quickly as Mrs. Clause helped Alana get ready for her nuptials. The gown was gorgeous, white velvet, trimmed in fur, with a train so long it looked as if it went on forever. The pearl necklace, and earrings that she borrowed from Mrs. Clause accented the pearls that adorned the dress.

"I'm am so glad Dash has found you dear. I have been hoping for so long that he would settle down, and come home."

"We really haven't known each other long, but I feel like I've known him forever. I can't explain what it is about him, but I do promise to be a good wife."

"Do you think I would allow you to marry my son if I thought you wouldn't?"

"I guess not."

"Don't question what has happened between you and Dasher, just believe that it was meant to be, or you wouldn't be here. Dasher had no plans of taking over, but then he met you, and all that has changed. I would love to chat longer but it's time to leave. You don't want to keep your groom waiting."

"No I don't."

Mrs. Clause wrapped a long, white velvet shawl around Alana's shoulders before heading out the door to the sleigh that was waiting to take them to the center of town. The entire population had come to witness the union of Dasher and his bride. They had almost lost hope that it would happen, and were preparing to cancel Christmas. Dasher's father stood awaiting Alana so he could escort her to his waiting son. It took six elves to carry her train so it wouldn't drag the ground. She hooked her arm around Santa's and began her walk. Dasher wore a Santa suit, but he still looked sexy as hell causing her belly to ripple in excitement. He wasn't officially Santa yet, so the suit didn't affect his appearance. Dash could feel his cock stir as he watched Alana walk towards him. She was more beautiful than he could have thought possible. Father Time wore a long white robe, and his long silver hair trailed the ground as he stepped before them. Dash and Alana joined hands as they said their vows to one another. Before she had a chance to change her mind the ceremony was over and she was Mrs. Dasher Clause Kringle. The whole North Pole erupted in applause, and whistles as Dash and Alana climbed into their waiting sleigh. Dasher had special plans for his new bride that had his cock hardening at just the thought. He pulled the sleigh up out front of the building that housed the reindeer. He knew they would be out celebrating with the elves, and Dash led her inside.

"Dash what are we doing here?"

"I need you to trust me Alana, and believe that I only want to pleasure you."

He quickly ushered her into a stall, and shut the door. Dash's mouth came down on hers with a greedy hunger, and the look in his eyes, seductive and wicked. His kiss stopped as quickly as it had started, and he was gone. When he returned she noticed that he carried something in his hands. She seen the whip in one hand, and in the other a long, length of rope. The whip was long, black leather with a shiny handle. The rope looked like a tool, but the whip had a lethal kind of sexiness to it. The sight of it excited her. Dash laid the items on the stall floor, and began removing her clothes, which he folded, and put neatly to the side. Dash circled her starring at her exquisite body, and she melted into his eyes.

"You want me Alana? You want to feel my cock stroking that place deep inside you. The place that has you unraveling under me? I want that to, but first I want something else."

He didn't need to say anything else, and she knew what he wanted, because she wanted it to. She wanted to taste him. Wanted to suck him into the dark recesses of her mouth. Alana's hands reached for him, and she started shedding his clothes. Her core dampened with excitement as he stood naked before her. His cock erect, inviting her mouth to take it. She dropped to her knees, wrapping her hand around his thick shaft. She slowly glided up and down his smooth, silky flesh. Her tongue flicked out across the tip to catch the droplets of pre-cum that has started to seep. She began lowering her mouth on him until the stall echoed with every delicious moan that escaped his throat. Her pace was steady as she sucked him long, and deep. His hands gripped the sides of her face as he guided her at a quicker pace.

"That's it Alana- Oh my fucking God Alana! Yessssssss, yessssssss!"

Dash's screams filled the small stall as she sucked his crown hard and fast. Her name spilling from his lips as his body tightened, and his cock jerked as his hot liquid spurted into her mouth. She drank him down, and continued to suck until she had milked him of every drop. Dash pulled Alana to her feet. Finding her lips his tongue traced her mouth, as if he enjoyed the way he tasted on her lips. Then his tongue slid inside between her teeth, licking her tongue, then sucking it into his mouth. Her arms circled his neck as she melted into him. He grabbed her wrists and stretched them out in front of her. He knotted the rope around them tightly, then bent her over securing them to something on the stall floor. He walked behind her running his hand between her thighs, feeling her wetness through her panties. Dasher pulled them over her hips until they fell around her ankles. She felt waves of sensations rip through her, as his lips planted small kisses on each ass cheek. Her breath caught when her cheeks were firmly splayed apart, and she could feel his tongue licking the very top of her ass. It felt good in a naughty sort of way, and she couldn't help but giggle wondering if this qualified her for the naughty list. She suddenly felt the most beautiful sensation to her swollen mound, and realized Dash had the whip in his hand, and was running the long, leather tail between her folds.

It was caressing all the right places. She could feel his tongue moving lower and closer to her tightened asshole. He circled and circled the hole until finally his tongue formed itself into a point and broke through. A scream released from her as his tongue fucked her ass, and the leather tail stroked her clit. She couldn't stop it or force herself to be quieter.

"Don't stop! Oh please don't stop!" She screamed.

She was there, her orgasm ready to explode, but then it all stopped. Why had he stopped? The sting came as a shock, but the orgasm that followed it was unlike anything that she could have imagined. Had she not been secured with the rope she knew she would have surely fell to the ground, as violently as her body shook. The whip cut through the air, and met her flesh several more times, and each orgasm more forceful than the last. Just when she was sure her body couldn't take anymore, she felt his cock, thick and hard. He entered her fast, like a hot knife, gripping her hips as he fucked her. She rocked back into him taking him deeper. Moans of pleasure tore from her as he dove deeper into her hot center.

"Tell Santa how much you love his cock pounding into you! Say it Alana."

"Oh Santa I love your big, thick cock. Fuck me harder Santa."

Those word were his driving force as he gripped her hips tighter. The force of his thrust echoed through her body. Every cell of her body was awake as he entered her again, and again. She was taking all that he gave her, thrust for thrust her body rocked even harder into him. Pleasure began to radiate through her and grow to a tipping point. She tightened around him as her orgasm crashed around her, uncontrolled spasms left her weak and panting. Alana never wanted the moment to end, but she could sense that Dash was on the verge of his own release. One final groan and he was pumping his hot liquid deep into her core. Dash untied her and her body crashed into him, and together they slid into the floor wrapped in each other's arms.

The next couple weeks flew by. Alana got to know Dash's parents better, and even got to help out in the workshop. Her nights with Dash were spent making love, and making love some more. They were insatiable. She craved him almost as much as he craved her. The big night finally arrived. The elves loaded up the sleigh, and hooked up the eight tiny reindeer that would lead Santa on his way. Dash leaned in to kiss his wife good-bye, and before her eyes she watched as Santa came alive. A long, white beard had taken the place of what was once his clean shaven face, and his trim waist expanded. Dash Clause Kringle had transformed into Jolly Ole Saint Nick. Dash climbed into the sleigh, and gripped the reins, and away he flew as he proclaimed.

"Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night." A devilish twinkle lit his eyes as he added. "As soon as I'm done with this flight, I'll be back to bury my cock deep inside my Mrs. Right."

The air suddenly filled with silence as his parting words were heard by all, but none as quiet as Mrs. Clause. Alana hurried inside, snapping her fingers a candy cane whip appeared in her hand. Dash would always be Santa's naughty son, and she wouldn't have it any other way. When she went to bed later that night it wasn't sugar plums that danced in her head, but Dash's cock plunging into her instead.