Noelle's Secret Santa

Noelle Claus wasn’t sure why her father always told her to stay away from their neighbor, Mr. Krampus. He was always so polite and gracious to her, and he was so understanding and attentive. Her father and the elves were always much too busy to pay her any heed, so Mr. Krampus was the only one she could really talk to. She told him about her frustrations at being cooped up at the North Pole all year round, and her desire to know more about the wider world. One Christmas, Mr. Krampus surprised Noelle with a gift, explaining that it was a tradition called “Secret Santa”. It was a beautiful collar which Mr. Krampus said would keep her warm and safe from the cold all year round by “lighting a fire inside her”.
Noelle wore the collar every day and sure enough, little by little, she began to become immune to the chill and bite of the cold. She found she could walk barefoot in the snow and swim in frozen lakes without so much as a shiver! At the same time though, a heat began to build deep inside of her. Slowly at first, almost imperceptibly. A simmering curiosity which flared into a burning desire to… do whatever she wanted! To indulge in her every whim, to rebel against her father’s wishes, to break free from her sheltered life, to revel and drink and dance and… and… and… fuck!
Yes, Noelle realized. She wanted to fuck. More than that, she needed to fuck. Someone! Anyone! Years of stifled curiosity and pent-up desires now became a raging inferno of lust, one that grew hotter every day it went unsated and threatened to drive her to madness. She needed to be fucked, and she needed to be fucked hard – used like one of the deplorable women she had read about in the Naughty List late one night while pistoning a dildo in and out of her soaking pussy, her mouth clenched around a fist to stifle her whorish moans. She needed to have a cock buried deep in her pussy, in her ass, her mouth, between her tits, one, two or even three or more at a time! She needed to have her hair pulled, to be passed around, to be degraded and dominated, to be pumped so full of cum it would overflow from her lips, and when she couldn’t be filled anymore, to be bathed in it!
No amount of snow, or cold water, or bodily fluids could now quench the roaring fire coursing through Noelle’s body. The only other answer… was ice. And Noelle knew exactly who could give her what she needed…

Hey, remember when I said I was going to stop with the big scenes and try and do simpler scenes for a while? Yeah, that kinda’ went out the window a bit here. Going to have to start reigning in my imagination and ambition a bit.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think, and Merry Christmas!