Chapter 0 - Reindeer Games

   "'They say you'll go 'down in history' and well… Call me History tonight." She teased, as he tried her damndest to keep from bursting out in a fit of laughter at her own cheesiness. 

   "Oh fuck, that was lame as hell…" her longtime mate returned, almost brushing the bright red puff ball off his nose. 

    "I know, I know." She rolled her eyes. She was wearing nothing but her red and white striped stockings. They went up to her knees, covering just under them easily. Her green eyes beamed brightly at him as she flashed a more sexy smile. "Why don't you give me that gift already." She gestured with her nose at his mighty package, as he eyes hungered for him. Sticking straight up from his soft, furry thighs was a foot and a half worth of towering dick. It was deep red in colour with a broad head. A gentle nudge from her partner's hands that pushed her chin up guided her eyes to his. 

   "Yeah, no problem little elf." He continued with their mock roleplay, as he pushed her back to the wall with a step forward. With it brought his pillar of cockflesh up against her flat stomach and pushed apart her breasts. Green and red pasties glistened on her nipples as he nuzzled his cock up into her cleavage. The broad flat tip of his hefty cock pushed up between her pillowy D cup globes, and it took every bit of them to contain his girth. The edges of his head were slightly defined, but a natural curve helped spread her cleavage, and later her other more proper holes. He paused, as both of them broke their gaze and cast it downward. It was on the verge of being uncomfortable to him, and the sharp edges of the ribbon were digging into her pale skin. The play bow they had tied to his thick, leathery cock was getting caught on her dry skin. 

   "Guess you better unwrap me first, huh?" He laughed. Her eyes rolled as she wiggled her back against the wall and grabbed his shaft near the base. Even with both hands she could only just barely wrap them around his shaft, with her middle fingers able to overlap but nothing else. She leaned forward and craned her neck so she could plant a wet and sloppy kiss with a drooling finish on his cockhead as her fingers danced up and tugged at the edges of his ribbing tied shaft. It came undone with the easy slip knot she had previously quickly fashioned. He breathed a breath of fresh air and she could feel him flexing his cock muscles. She couldn't help but grin and grow even more damp between her thighs. He gazed down at her, though his antlers bumped noisily against the smooth wood wall. They both shared a quiet laugh as she began to explore his cock with her fingers. 

   Her hands danced up against the underside of her breasts and slowly moved down as they squeezed and stroked. He remained still, though his prick twitched with need under her touch. A tiny dollop of precum bubbled up from his tip. The slight indentation of his urethra held it in place, and she just watched it with wide eyes. Her hands moved down his shaft at an incredibly slow pace, and he felt his muscled stomach tighten as he closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. He remained as still as he could, allowing her to just make use and manipulate his cock. He was thoroughly impressed with her ability to rile him up, but even more proud of her for the way she enjoyed herself by exploring her ideas. He let her go at him however she wanted and simply focused on the pleasurable touch of her body. Her fingers danced up and down, different fingers alternating between different nerves in his shaft until she was about a foot down from his tip. She knew his body well, and suddenly squeezed down on his rod with her fingers and gave him a stroke from there, down to his base.

   From there, her fingers slid down his cock an inch, before hitting his bulbous medial ring, making his entire rod jerk a little, and then she rolled her fingers over it one by one, and continuing rapidly down the rest of his inches. She didn't stop there, and instead clenched his girthy monster of a python with her fingers, her thumbs pressing over his rigid cum vein. His stomach shuddered and he exhaled loudly as she stroked back up his shaft as a thick glob of precum shot up with such force it hit her in the chin. Most of it dribbled back down into her cleavage but a thick rope of it dangled off her soft features and she grinned wide. He of course couldn't see any of this, but it didn't stop the warm surge of excitement seizing in his balls and at the base of his cock. She giggled a little, the ticklish vibration in her chest stimulated his upper half of his cock too. 

   "There it goes… now your dick is awake too." She marveled as she let go of his shaft and moved her hands down to his sack. The heavy testicles heaved, one in each hand. Each hairy ball rested in her palm, though as she cradled them, each the size of her clenched fist, his balls drew closer to his body as she could feel his ball sack tightening. A second less powerful but nearly as potent drop of precum dribbled from his tip. It bubbled over and dripped down his shaft and into her cleavage. She moved her hands once more and pressed at the base of his scrotum and pulled him closer. He obeyed, shifting his hips so he stood up taller and his cock slid up into her cleavage further. His tip easily brushed her chin now, and she rested her head against the broad cap and grinned up at him. He opened one eye to meet her with a smile too, as he now watched her go to work. With him getting more turned on, his balls would be steadily producing plenty of pre, and he knew she couldn't help but want to put on a show to tease him.

   He gazed down with one eye open and antlers pressed against the wall still as she dipped her chin in just a little and bent forward to lick the crown of his cock. Her eyes were staring up at his, the green sparkling emeralds hungry and lust filled. Her arousal fueled him, and she had plenty of it. He watched with one eye trained on her and his stomach muscles tense as she lathered his glands with copious amounts of sticky drool. It rolled over his inches and into her cleavage, the glorious pale orbs like a spiderweb of saliva strings when she readjusted and pulled his arm thick rock between them deeper. His rod was huge, and her breasts barely contained him. She gave his tip a quick tonguing as her cleavage began to sloppily slip and grind around him. The broad tip popped free and parted her cleavage before sinking in, she grinding her body for him. In and out the crown sank into her pillowy breasts. 

   Every so often she would angle her back and grind his shaft even further into her breasts, pressing his sack up against her abdomen and pushing that cock as far through her confining cleavage, so that the crown would grind and rub against her chin. Slowly, she turned her gaze from his to his cock, now curling her tongue around his folds and textures as it pushed through her cleavage. Her fingers pressed firmly on either side of her tits to keep the marshmallow like grip on his rod, with her middle fingers reaching out and pressing into her nipples. Her fingertips sank into her soft chocolate coloured areola with the force of her playing with her own nipples, and it made her lower lips quiver. The more she was in contact with his hot fuck rod the more her own burning need arose. 

   "Fuck that's hot…" he groaned as one hand reached down and pulled some of her short pixie cut hair from her eyes, his brown ones trained on her slobbering over his bright red deer-cock. She gave him a quick, yet deep suck. Her lips wrapped around the majority of this crown and her tongue flicked back and forth over this cumslit, and she gave a hard suction as she cast her eyes up and gazed at him. His entire cock shuddered as his balls clenched, had he been more stimulated he might have blown a load into her maw right then and there, but instead her sluttery made him weak in the knees. 

    "You're being naughty…" he warned, his hand resting on the back of her head and in between the wall. His strong hands easily encompassed her skull and cradled it carefully. She slurped at his crown for a few seconds more before she was rewarded with a thick milky rope of precum. It painted the top of her mouth and she quickly began to swirl it around. She let out a deep groan and wrapped her lips around his cock further, her hands kneading her breasts around his rod and causing her saliva to coat him thoroughly. She dutifully worked to produce more and more saliva. He let out a steady exhale, and on just the tail end of it he shuddered a little with a silent moan for just a brief moment. She felt it though and couldn't keep from tightening the corners of her lips into a grin. She backed off, knowing he was beginning to teeter closer to the edge of ecstasy. 

   "Are you already ready to blow?" She coyly smirked up at him, a strand of her saliva still bridging the distance between his crown and her lips. He tightened his grip on her skull just enough to remind her that ultimately he could take control at any time. She giggled, a soft, playful melodic sound that echoed in their tiny room. "Oh I'm just kidding… I know you can blow any time!" She continued to tease as her hands squeezed her mounds around his girth and began to push it through the tight embrace once again. She absolutely loved when he lost himself in pleasure, but she knew it would take more than just one load to fatigue him, even on the best of days. For him, he was picky, and given the choice would have chosen to dump and pump every ounce of ball batter into her tiny womb, but she hadn't yet given up on the idea of walking tomorrow, so she would soften the womb-filling with other means. Her breast sloppily bounced over his bright red, hot rod, a goopy, sticky sludge from his copious, seemingly never ending precum, and her feverishly spread saliva began to sweetly slop whenever she brought his cock popping free for her orbs. 

   His voice rattled the wall as he exhaled and shuddered, and she felt his balls draw close and twitch as she brought those tits to his base again and again. She watched as the thin slit atop his broad tip opened and closed just a little, leaking clear dollops of his seed over the bulbous tip before it was lost in the mess that was her cleavage. She held her tongue out as she opened her maw wide, her emerald eyes looking up at him, catching his, and she grinning wide. He saw her, jaw open, tongue dancing on the underside of his cockhead, and that bright red prick pushing those large tits apart and he couldn't hold back. 

   "...Ooh fuck." He mumbled, the only verbal warning she received before the first of many thick creamy ropes launched from her paizuri pleasure prison. The first blast came out like a rocket, a high pressurized squirt of jizm launching up and arching over her head as it came down over her pixie cut hair, completely missing her open, cum hungry maw. Not that she minded one bit, being hosed down in his cream. Had she wanted to down all of it, she would have latched herself to the source and suckled him like a bottle. The second, third, and following 4 blasts were more tame, the second shooting over the bridge of her nose and forehead, the third up her left nostril and the rest finally angled into her gaping lips and painting her cheeks white. She even held most of it, arching her tongue to catch it and keep it from leaking back out, so that when the salvo of seed finally slowed she could gaze up at him with a glazed set of tits and a plastered face. A heavy pant escaped his lips, as much as a bubbly gurgle escaped her filled lips. She forced a smile even as some of that cream leaked out before she slowly gulped it down. 

   She didn't swallow it like you would a hearty glass of milk, no, she chewed and savored that thick, salty mixture. True he had just cum, but watching her mesmerize herself with his load had him hard as marble. He gently stroked the back of her skull with his fingers, working them into her short locks and rewarding her with his tender touch, as she prolonged the fixatable fellatio. Her bright eyes gazed up at him with all the love in the world, as she finally cleaned her cheeks and let that sticky mixture run down the back of her throat. He signed, his cock twitching with continual, residual urges to take control. He was patient though, even as she drew it out for nearly a whole minute of mixing that milky sludge in her cheeks like it was cake batter. She let out a long, exasperated exhale before glancing down at his bright red, shiny cock. 

   "Alas, great Rudolph, would you guide that sleigh home tonight, so I might get my present?" She mocked, keeping up with that silly Christmas charade. 

   "So, let me get this right. You want me to guide my 'sleigh' right into that tiny fuck box, right?" He said, much more bluntly. She rolled her emerald eyes at him and replied with a nod. He chuckled and nodded, antlers bouncing upon the wall with his head bob. With no other words of warning or exchanges, he backed off and seized the comparably tiny woman under the arms and swung around, throwing her onto the numerous, plump blankets that smothered the bed. There were so many in fact, she was almost consumed by them and one might worry he would lose his cute little elf in the midst of those snow-like white blankets. He was on her in a flash though, his knees on either side of hers and hands on either side of her shoulders, pulling those blankets apart, and she was trapped between that fluff and his powerful form.

    A sticky mixture still ran down her chest and stomach, creating a web like tangle of fluids in her slightly parted cleavage, and her chin and face still sparkled with his previous seed. As he hover before her, his large bright red prick hung down over her body, dropping with its own weight despite his feral, feverish lust that he just barely was able to contain. He gazed into her eyes as she parted her lips and hooked her legs behind his knees and pulled herself closer to him, so her naked, shaven mound radiated a burning lust right against the underside of his shaft, right above his base. She made sure to catch his eyes, before she broke the silence.

   "Fuck me like you want to break me." She mewed, and she couldn't help but smile as she could feel his entire cock shudder with desire. That thick tip throbbed and bounced with the twitch, and she felt him exhale, and knew he wouldn't let her down or hold back. He moved leaned back, drawing that still lubricated fuckhammer across her midsection and leaving it with even more sticky streaks, before his hips were up in the air, and his tail doing tiny circles of excitement, as the tip pushed those flower petals apart and probed against her needy hole. A tiny droplet of her shiny need bubbled out to meet his tip as she exhaled too, doing everything she could to relax, knowing a blizzard was about to come rolling in. 

   And it was not gentle. 

   Copious amounts of lubrication, near daily copulation, and all the determination in the world wasn't enough to prepare her tiny pale slit for a brutal pounding from his oversized meat rod, but he plunged it into her with one swift stroke. His turgid length carved it's way into her love hole like a knife through butter, except it dragged every inch of the way. Without previous lubrication and her leaking like a faulty faucet, she would have been torn open from the friction. Though, it was just enough to ease the grinding pressure of his cock widening and utterly gaping her pink love canal, and he didn't stop until his large tip bashed and flattened against her innermost sanctum. For his efforts, in which he figuratively had to claw, scrape and climb his way to, he had her physically doing the same. She grabbed his arms and her nails dug in as her insides widened. She had done this many times before, though every time was like the first, and she gasped on the verge of a blissful climax, a twinge of pain and a flood of pleasure running up her spine and bringing her to an exasperated euphoria. 

   "Oh, you're hav--" he started, trying to tease her as she wiggled in pleasure over him, half his cock yet to claim her before she locked eyes with him and silenced him with a gaze alone. "Ok ok, I'll get to fucking, sorry" he laughed as he moved a hand to her hip, firmly locking her in place under his strength. He actively had to push her hips from him as he withdrew his body from her. The tight suction of her snug cunny attempted to seal him within her, until finally with a wet, almost guttural slurp his cock finally wrenched free from her kegel grip, and only his broad head remained trapped in her succulent hole. The crown of it tugged at her pink insides, wearing a fraction of an inch upon him as she unconsciously sucked at his rod and tried to pull him back in. And that's just what he did. His hip dropped again, and he punched her cervix with the force of a feral beast. 

   Again and again he worked into her core, prying her hips off his cock and then ramming home once more. She clawed and gnawed at her lips and knuckles as she writhed and her tiny love canal was worked over, and her delicate cervix took a beating like eggs in a fine mixer. His bright red slab of deer-cock drug more and more of her fluids out with each powerful backstroke, and then when he rammed in with the sole intent of pleasing himself, just as he knew she wanted, his cock forced those juices to bubble forth and smear along his length, and soak her thighs. He let out a soft, quiet moan, and she squealed and giggled in pleasure, as he reached down and grabbed him by the buttocks, tiny narrow fingers curling into his muscled rear and trying to drag him closer. He saw the look in her eyes and she saw he was only just beginning. 

   As she grabbed him by the ass and tried to pull him in, he clenched his jaw and threw his head back as he slammed his hips forward. From broad tip to base, he needed to take her. His hips flew forward and his back arched as he groaned, feeling that tiny inner muscle prying apart and widening. When he felt a little leeway, he took her for everything. Her eyes opened wide as she felt it too, and her jaw opened wide onto a surprised circle, yet no moan came out even as she felt his cock plunging past her natural barrier and… 

   "Oh fuck… " she squeaked out as the corner of her eye twitched and her pussy sparked with rippling climax. Sharp pain spread through her for a moment before the feeling of being bred in such a way that should be impossible sent her into a stiff orgasm. Meanwhile, he angled his hips and broke that resistance and plowed his rod through her cervix and took his rightful place in her womb. His base wetly clapped against her gaped lips and his cock ruined and shaped her velvety soft inner womb, turning that tiny baby room into his personal masturbatory aid. He bottomed out with a shudder before the timid deer was gone, and some feral, fuck hungry predatory awoke. His hand on her hip moved to cup her thigh and yank it up, locking it above his shoulder as he twisted her hips forcibly and screwed her pussy over his cock. He grinned, and placed a hand over her pelvis, holding it in place as his palm pushed right down over her bulging waist, giving him even more pleasurable pressure. 

   Her moans seemed to be caught in her throat and she gasped short, staggered breaths as she attempted to ride out that climax, even as he manipulated her. Her body twisted and a high pitch 'eep' escaped her as she cast her eyes down just in time to see his familiar, yet never unsurprising man meat bulging her cunt and womb easily, the bulge disappearing somewhere just past her belly button, as she was twisted and her usually flat, almost toned abdomen was scrunched some. Then his hand came to rest on her as he pulled back. Inch after inch pulled from her, until there was a tug at that tiny inner hole. Pleasure had only just begun to fade from having it forcibly widened before, but now this madman just unceremoniously re-wrecked the hole and pulled free, leaving her to gasp and roll her eyes back as she fought a sudden flush of pleasure once again. 

   He had kept his eyes on her, he knew her tricks and tales, he knew what she loved best, and it worked well in his favor that she just happened to be a total slut for everything he already wanted to do to her. He grinned somewhere beyond that predatory feverish lust and drew back his cock. A solid inch of pink flesh snuggly wrapped around his cock as he pulled from her womb and nearly emptied her cunny. He moved a finger down to tickle the forbidden flesh, and she actually shook like he had prodded her with a taser. He had never done that before, and the sensation was entirely new, and full of odd, almost taboo pleasure. 

   "Oh, oops… lemme put that back where it belongs." He teased as she struggled between sanity and pleasure. With that his hand returned to her stomach and his other hugged her thigh to him and he just rammed home once again, punching his cock through her cervix and into the back of her womb and distancing it heavily. Her skin bulged up under his hand and he could feel her writhing with pleasure. His cock was twisted and squeezed and milked by her shuddering, climaxing insides. He let her moan out now, her voice finally free to ring across the room like a whore's serenade. He wanted nothing more than to tease her more, but the rational bits of his brain had all but been consumed, and his hips moved on their own. In and out, back and forth using that cervix like a second pussy. Gradually the slop of his copious drooling precum and the torrent of fem-cum she continued to produce made the thrusts more manageable. For every bit of ease he took from her, he repaid with more and more forceful thrusts. Broad, deep strokes rocked her body and the bulge of his thick cock could be seen moving from her opening all the way up under his hand. Each time a slight shudder in his thrusts was visible as he bashed his way into her womb. Each thrust ended with her body rippling to the wet smack of him hilting his monster cock into her tiny body, and her brown hardened nipples bouncing like gelatin in the air.  

   Her arms reached out and clawed at the blankets and she wriggled her upper body as she could, yet her lower half was firmly secured to be his dick-pin cushion. She ran her hands over her face and through her hair, tugged at the blankets and reached out for the pillows, pinched her nipples and fumbled their way into her maw, but never did she reach for him or attempt to grab at him. She knew he had her, she knew he was using her. The way he bruised the back of her womb and absolutely gaped her cervix with each thrust, and the glazed over eyes told her everything she needed to know: He was using her. 

   And she would have it no other way. 

   "Brace yourself." He warned, her eyes snapping to his as she felt a pinch of panic and excitement. His calm, yet commanding tone sent shivers down her spine, then right back up to tickle her brain as he rammed forward again. She gave a stiff little nod, even as she writhed in pleasure as he pulled her by the hips and stood, dragging her shoulders across the blankets as he lifted her hips into him, giving him perfect hip thrusting power, and forcing her tiny hips, and now bulging gut to take the flurry of fuck-needy thrusts. In and out, that thick tube like bulge of his huge cock punished at the back of her womb. It sent ripples through her body and her arched back took them, making her tits jiggle and her eyes bounce in her skull. Everything seemed to be rocking, and starry specks of glitter formed in her vision. Soon she was no more than a moaning, drooling cocksleeve for him. 

    A dozen, sloppy body altering thrusts later his distended nuts clapped her rear and she glanced down just in time to see a bubble of jizm shooting at the back of her womb as he ram his hips forward into hers. Hot seed spread through her like she had downed a gallon of hot chocolate, and his hose rounded her tiny waist easily. Her stomach swelled, accompanied by the wet guttural sounds of her already strained baby room taking cheese thick ropes of ball batter. She cried out like she were dying from pleasure, but as the pressure grew more and more, she thinking she couldn't take another ounce of it, she felt his hips pull back and his thick deer-cock uncork from her womb. Her eyes rolled back as that pent up cum came to follow, trying to ooze it's way out of her womb and around his cock as he sprayed more. He grunted, literally power fucking his way back into her tiny abused core. Her tongue shot out from her mouth as cum came squirting around his shaft as he rammed it back to its base. 

   She threw her body in every which way, her spine twisting and shoulders writhing in those blankets as her hands frantically searched for anything to cling to as his bright red deer meat became a milky white, the overflow if his goo creaming her and leaking down her asscheeks as he picked right back up. Her eyes struggled to stay in focus, watching the swell of his cock bash the back of her bloated womb, a lopsided egg like roundness showing his thick rod once again as he rammed home again and again. Cum seeped from her, cum oozed from her, and she felt his dick mixing it up like a spoon in a tall, overflowing bowl of cake mix. She grinned wide, fucked silly, and left with nothing else as he worked into a feral rhythm, hilting and splattering their goo across his base and down her ass, having his balls wetly clap her cheeks and fling that slime across the ground. 

   "Too crowded in here…" he growled, yanking back all at once. The tightness of her suction cup like cervix made it even more pleasurable for the pair, he nearly tugging her womb right from her as he reversed all 18 inches of that broad tummy bulging girth from her. He stumbled back as his legs twitched and hips lifted up as she shot his cum like a pressurized fountain, splattering the wood floor with his off-white goop. He stumbled back, his cock streaked white on red, splotchy strings and clumps of cum still sticking to his cock turning it into a candy cane. He groaned, stumbling back before leaning forward and hands grabbing her by the shaking thighs. He could see her cavernous cunt throbbing with throws of ecstasy as it poured his creamy mixture out, and tried to close up once more. 

   "More…" he mumbled as he yanked her off the bed while she still squirted his cum from her. He pulled her by the leg and flipped her, the pressure of her laying on her stomach causing more of the goo to idly ooze out. A shiver rippled up her spine as she felt him getting into place, legs spread behind her. His hand rested on the back of her head for just a brief second as she caught her breath, before he shoved her face down into her own mess where she had soaked the sheets, now also covered in his leftover, messy cream. She let out a muffled protest, but as she felt him prod her swollen clit and gaped quivering mound. She lay silent, anticipating with a fierce blush upon her upper cheeks. As his cock once again pried her lower lips apart she let out a squeal into the sheets, her toes curling as her knees dug into the ground and thighs pressed against the bed.

   He was swift, dropping his hips into her and skewering her on his rod once more. Their sexual fluids were sweet and musky on her tongue as her mouth opened to cry into the bed, and he just rammed down into her with a thud, making her entire body bounce against the cushioned bed frame. He slammed his hips down in hers as his hands crawled up the bed to keep her pinned as he used her for balance. Nothing more than for help in which to thrust into her. His rod stroked beautiful, flush strokes along the back of her outstretched velvet insides, trapped between her spine, and the semi-firm mattress. Her eyes rolled back, then fell forward in time with his thrusts. They were rigid ones, but ones that bruised her abdomen and sloshed that half filled, stretched womb. His hand on her skull clenched powerfully as she saw sparks and spots. Whether the cause was from pleasure or blunt force trauma was equal parts a possibility, yet the least of either parties worries. 

    Ignoring the wet and sloppy sounds of courtship, the creaking of the bed, and the snowstorm outside, the pair let themselves fall into a passionate yet powerful synchronized rhythm. She endured like a ragdoll under his metronome thrusts, and he smashed his pelvis to hers while listening to her quiet gasps. Just as the eventual tide of pleasure finally caught up to her as it always did, she too began to clench and react once again. She began to quiver and shake more below, and he could tell in the way her ball-bruised thighs tensed up and the muscles received his heavy sack time and time again. It was gradually at first as she tried to resist, but it soon became apparent he wasn't changing his pacing, nor his intensity differing. She attempted to catch a glance at him, but the moment her lusty, half drunk gaze attempted to shift, she felt the sudden pressure of his thumb and fingers digging into her skull and retaining her head as he had her. She shuddered inside. 

    He kept going, and she shuddered again. And again. She bucked, her eyes becoming focused as she felt her nose ground into the sheets and her hips and thighs taking the brunt of deep strokes. A tug at her cervix, then back along the natural track of her spine and the bed. A slosh as his thick rod bulged her stomach and then stars as he hilted, and his balls thudding against her already reddened, sore legs. She came like that, and he didn't stop for a second. The feeling of his hands mounting her in place in the bed as he arched his hips down into her and used her throughout her climax. She giggled, muffled, as he kept going. Her nerve endings continued to buzz with pleasure as with each powerful seize and clench, more of his previous cream came leaking from her quivering, orgasm riddled body. 

   He rode her like a machine for another few dozen strokes as her eyes went crooked and she writhed under him, a second and then a third climax. His lips wore a focused, tight grimace as he truly fought to continue, his abdominal muscles vibrating like an earthquake as he struggled to keep going. She gushed his leftover seed and fem-cum making a solid sheet of their special, sticky mixture that splattered his balls and her backside. As she 'calmed' from her third rapid fire climax he finally was forced to give in and exhale, faltering. Had she not been reeling and gasping for air as his grip lifted, she might have breathed a sigh of relief. Yet, if she had, she would have been met with a swift realization that he was ready for more. He lifted his hand from her head and let her lift it as she gasped for air and moaned aloud. His hands instead shifted to her ass as he hiked one leg up on the bed and stood to full height as he stretched and relieved the tension in his back. She was lifted too, impaled on that dick and her hips held to him. Her shoulders and her arms held the majority of the weight that he did not, and she got a look down below her as she felt herself lifted in an ass up, face down sort of position with his leg hooking in and lifting her left. She felt her body twist some, her womb trying to remain in place while everything else rotated with him shifting her hips. Her other leg hung limply, unable to touch the ground, or the bed, as she gasped and looked up at him. 

   "Fuck, I'm going to…" he started, trailing off as he lacked the words to tell her he intended on brutalizing her cunt like it was a condom, his face blushing too, both with effort and lust. She nodded.

    "Yeah, do it." She reassured him, even as it cost her probably the last of her cognitive power of the night. 

    "Ok" the big oaf of a reindeer returned in a jolly tune as he grinned wide and primed her for his heavy handed sense of love. Hands at her left thigh, and under her lifted waist, her legs spread and cunt stretched over his thick rod as her bulged stomach. She lay with her upper chest and arms crossed over the bed as she exhaled. He pulled from her cunt almost in its entirety again, tip vacating her abused cervix as he set to refilling what cream had been lost. He pulled back until just 4 inches were left in her as he held her hips in place, then in a blurry flurry of furry fury he set off to make her break. He rammed deep, balls thundering against her right thigh, base mashing to her gaped lips and smashing past her sensitive cervix and wearing her womb. Then back out, and in again with wet claps. She was immediately squealing and her eyes spinning. Her cunt throbbed and the next of… well, countless orgasms was stolen away in just seconds. Half a minute of cervix fucking, womb bruising thrusts had her physically shaking. He grunted, his fingers reaching in as he wrapped it around her thigh and he roughly ground his calloused fingertips over her clit just as the first rope shot forward. It was different from his thick precum. Easily recognized by the jet like impact at the back of her womb. Her hips bucked as she unconsciously tried to jump off his cock, she cumming as she took his cream. She squirmed, her strength surprising him as she shook. 

   "Fuck, stay… " he stuttered as he let go of her leg and moved both to her hips. He stood and began to buck her off his hips as he pulled her back down. Each thrust he slammed her womb and shot another hot spurt of his nut butter into her depths, and each one he angled her to with his arching thrusts. She stuck her tongue out and rolled her eyes in pleasure, as he emptied himself. Her womb quickly swelled again, she looked down as she watched his cock bulge starting to be obscured by her rounding stomach. He came cups with. Finally letting out the rest of his balls contents, even as he rammed in and out of that ruined cervix. Her moans turned breathless gasps, and as his cum finally slowed to a trickle, her resistance and unconscious scrambling died out too. Her upper body hung limp as she finally stopped reaching out for the bed, her legs swung with his slowing thrusts, each deeper than the last until he once again idly sloshed and mixed her filled womb. She panted, her body spent and mind a fuzzy mess. She hung limp like a discarded toy. 

   "Don't tell me you're broken already." He said almost threateningly, his cock throbbing. She felt it, still hard as rock. Her thighs felt the throb of his balls still plastered against her overflowing, now re-creamed cunt. Her cervix barely held a purpose after all its abuse, and the pressure in her womb was so vast from the already massive cock, that the cum easily trickled down her thighs once again. She gulped, out loud, her maw hanging parted in fatigue. She felt a twitch of a grin as he sighted and laughed, his hands wrapping around her thighs and pulling her legs up by the knees so she had to bend her spine. Her smile widened as she felt his seed warmly squeezing from her compressed womb, as she watched him fold her into a full-nelson. Her heart throbbed, and she wanted to moan his name to the world but she was currently too fixated on clenching her insides and keeping her womb tight for him to use, showing him that she, as a condom might have failed, but she as a cocksleeve could still milk him. 

   He crossed his arms behind her head, trapping her arms by her shoulders, her knees on either side of her ears and she was forced to watch his strong cock bend up into her. Cum oozed down the couple inches that had slipped free in the repositioning, but even more gushed free as she felt him shift his arms and lower her onto him. His balls swing forward too, showing him thrusting up too. Cum sloshed in her, she easily looked 6 months pregnant from his oversized loads. He grunted as the thrusts came rapid fire, and his cock beat the back of her womb. She felt her entire body shudder. Things blinked out, and then in. And out… Her vision came in and out of focused as she drifted in and out of consciousness.

   "I'm… " he muttered, and she snapped to, her cervix and womb throbbing as she rolled her eyes back. A powerful climax hit her like a sack of bricks, and just as before, his climax only made it more powerful. Though her orgasm sent him over too, he faltered as he felt her insides spasm and quiver. The warm embrace of her velvety womb, and the thick bath of cream he used as lubrication, the vice like thickness of her twitching cervix, and the rolling waves of her cunny trying to milk him did their job and he shot another, almost painful blast of ball batter inside once again. His balls pulled close to his body, and he pushed every inch of his cock against her and sealed her fucked silly cunt with his crotch and just started blasting. A nearly painful clench rocked him as he pulled her an inch away and reasserted himself, cum bubbling down his rapidly twitching sack. 

    Her moans faded into whimpers of pleasure, and he continued to let the last trickles of seed fill her, before he exhaled himself.

   "Was that… a good gift?" He asked. She panted, without reply. He grinned, checking her forehead as he looked down over her. Her eyes were closed and drool hung from her chin, and her pixie cut hair was plastered with sweat. "Guess so." He chuckled as he looked at the bed longingly. As he began to pull his hips back her cunt gave a tight squeeze and she squirmed in an oddly reactive way. He raised an eyebrow, as he held her in place. He must have imagined it, there was no way she was that tight and passed out, surely she was challenging him… right? 