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Snowflake by Cynthia Sax

Snowflake
Santa’s Helpers (multi-author series)
by Cynthia Sax

Changeling Press

eBook BIN: 06103-01959

Merry is the manufacturing plant slut. The Christmas fairy performs her unofficial duties as a Santa’s Helper on her back, bringing holiday cheer to the hard-working elves.

Nerva is the ancient demon known as the fairy killer. He pulls the wings off fairies, searching for a cure to his age-inflicted madness.

When bad meets bad, Christmas miracles happen.

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Chapter One

Merry sprawled on the wooden gift-wrapping table with her skirt hiked around her waist and her legs spread. Randall, the Pittsburgh division’s employee of the week, a fat bakery elf, thrashed on top of her, jabbing his short fat cock in and out of her pussy, his big belly jiggling like a bowlful of jelly, his dimpled cheeks an alarming shade of red.
He’ll be hours. She ignored his bungling and examined her pendant. The silver snowflake was left in her mailbox yesterday. The Christmas present had been sent from a mysterious admirer… if sluts had admirers. Merry frowned. “I suppose he’ll want to fuck me. That’s what everyone wants.”
“Ohhh… Minnie,” Randall moaned, mauling her silk-covered breasts with his flour-dusted hands, Merry deeming this encounter not worthy of undressing.
“My name’s Merry,” she corrected dryly. “Not that you care,” she mumbled under her breath. She was simply the plant slut, her Santa’s Helper duties performed on her back or knees. It was easy seasonal work, and it paid well.
“He’ll want something special for this.” Merry spun the pendant, the silver reflecting the light. There was only one thing she had to offer. “Probably anal.” She tilted her head, rubbed her curls into the smooth wooden table. “Maybe a ménage, girl-girl, of course.” She grimaced, not a vagitarian, preferring cock.
“Talk to your jolly old elf, Fairy.” The bells on Randall’s elf hat played a festive tune, the baker’s thrusts erratic, his rhythm unsteady. “Tell me how much you want my huge slab of gingerbread.”
“Oh, baby, I want your huge slab of gingerbread,” Merry dutifully repeated, her voice lilting with laughter. “Stuff me with your big biscuit.” Her lips twitched. “Bang those cinnamon-chocolate butterballs against me.” She turned her head away from him, unable to suppress her smile, not wanting to hurt his feelings.
“I’ll fill you with my sweet cream filling.” He grunted, sweat dripping down his full cheeks as he pumped into her.
Yeah, he’ll be hours. Merry played with the pendant. “I’d do anal, maybe the ménage,” she mused, thinking of her mysterious admirer. “He earned points for originality. I –”
The door swung open and a big-breasted blonde elf hustled into the private workspace, her blue eyes shining with glee. “We have a pickup at logistics, Merry. Bog wants you specifically to handle it.”
He would. Merry winced; her boss was a Fairy-hating asshole. “When we’re done, I’ll get right to it.” Randall bounced on top of her, rutting into her with enthusiasm and no finesse.
“He wants it picked up right now.” Pink shimmied out of her blue silk G-string. “And he wants to see you before you leave tonight.”
For his nightly blowjob. Merry shoved Randall off of her.
“Hey!” the elf protested, his fat cock slick with her pussy juices. “I wasn’t done.”
“You can finish with me, hon.” Pink reclined on the table beside them. “Don’t worry about this, Merry.” She spread her legs, her mons smooth, and her pink folds gleaming with moisture. “I’ve got it.” Randall positioned himself between Pink’s pale thighs, eased his cock into her and resumed his erratic pumping, unconcerned over the last-minute substitution, one slut’s pussy as good as another.
And just like that, I’m replaced. Merry smoothed down her skirt and fluttered her wings, agitated and unsettled. I’m no special snowflake. She touched her pendant. I’m a slut; nothing more than that.
She hurried through the toy manufacturing plant, ignoring the disapproving glares of the pinched-faced female employees, their good opinions lost the first time she’d fucked their boss; the interviews for her position had been both oral and anal.
I want to be more. She blew through the door and stepped into the dark deserted alleyway, her stiletto heels clicking on the pavement. A gust of winter wind lifted the hem of her short skirt and skimmed over her bare skin, escalating, rather than cooling, her insatiable desires.
“I need to be more.” Merry gazed up at the sky. Snowflakes danced in the air, illuminated by the streetlights. The notes of a Christmas carol hung on the night breeze. “I need –”
“Me.” The word rumbled through her, a thunder preceding a passionate storm.
Merry froze, her heart pounding with fear and sexual excitement, the speaker’s voice deep and arousing and undeniably male. “Who –”
A solid form slammed into her, pushing the air from her lungs. Merry spun and hands covered hers, slapping her palms on the side of a building, her skin stinging.
“Keep them there,” he instructed.
So he can kill me easily? Fuck that. She opened her mouth to tell him off, and he covered her lips with a hot, callused palm, his claws pricking her cheeks.
“Scream and I’ll kill you,” her attacker growled in her ear, his lips humming against her skin. “Understand?” He squeezed her face.
If he’s giving me the opportunity to live, he can’t be the Fairy-killing demon everyone’s so scared of. Merry nodded, stimulated by his dominance, her terror easing. He merely wants to fuck me. She squirmed, wiggling her ass into his groin, needing that fuck, knowing in her sluttish heart it would be mind-blowing, not caring that he was a stranger, a male she’d never met and might not meet again.
“Good Fairy.” He released her mouth and bent over her, his chest pressing against her spine, his hips aligning with hers, his hardness prodding between her thighs.
A big cock. She breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of minerals and fire, a seductive heat radiating from his cloak-covered physique. Belonging to a demon. She fluttered her wings, wings the Fairy-killing demon would have already ripped off, killing her instantly.
“Too many clothes.” Her demon yanked her skirt above her waist, ripping the hem, his brutality thrilling her. “You have a pretty pussy, smooth and clean.” He kicked her feet apart, widening her stance, and slid his obscenely huge, pussy-damaging cock between her thighs. “And you’re wet for me.”
“You’re too large, demon,” Merry murmured her disappointment, needing him inside her, this male she didn’t know.
“Once I come, I’ll shift and fuck you fully.” The demon rocked, rubbing his cock along her pussy, the friction exquisite. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? To be fucked by a stranger, like some common whore in a back alley?”
“Yes,” Merry shamelessly admitted, her sex drive strong and undeniable. “I want this, need this.” She swiveled her hips, grinding down on his shaft, savoring every inch of him.
“Gods, you’re dripping.” He humped against her, digging his claws into her hips, selfishly using her for his own pleasure. “Cover me with your juices, Merry. Brand me with your spearmint scent.”
He knows my name. Her face heated. Have I fucked him before? She rode his big cock, fucking him without penetration, feeling every vein pulsing along his shaft. No, I’d remember this, him.
“So good,” she moaned, his rim dragging over her clit, setting her body ablaze.
“Mind-clearing.” He maintained a wild, punishing rhythm, pummeling her pussy with his cock, slapping his skin against hers, the points of contact, of connection, heating. “Made for me.” Smoke curled around them, dark and heavy with his scent. “My cure.”
“Your whore.” She trembled uncontrollably, teetering on the fine edge of fulfillment, her passions primed from a day filled with unsatisfying sex.
“My salvation.” His lips teased her earlobe, his touch stimulating and surprisingly gentle, almost reverent. “You’re close, Fairy.”
“Please.” She squirmed, aching, wanting, needing.
“Come for me.” He reached around her body, encircling her with strength and power. “Now.” He slapped her clit hard, the impact jolting her form.
“Yes,” she screamed, arching, stiffening, the swirling snowflakes bursting into brilliant neon color, a rush of heat flowing over her, melting the ice inside her heart.
“Fuck,” her demon roared, driving his hips forward, smacking against her ass. Hard jets of cum spurted from his huge cock, creating clouds of steam in the winter air, melting the snow accumulated on the ground.
“Thank you.” Merry sagged, her body drained and limp, held upright by his massive arms. “You don’t know how much I needed that.”
“And you don’t know how much I need you.” He flipped her easily. She caught a glimpse of flat black eyes before he pushed her face into his cloak-covered chest.
Flat black eyes. She stilled, listening to the beating of his heart, his muscles rising and falling against her. Long cloak. Demon.
“Oh shit.” Merry tilted her head back to gaze up, up, up at a dark primitive face, his lips flattened into a thin grim line, his horns curling toward the stars. “You’re… you’re… you’re the Fairy killer.” I’m dead. She trembled, shaken by passion’s after tremors, acute fear and an excitement she didn’t want to examine. I’m so fuckin’ dead.
“I was the Fairy killer.” His grip on her tightened, his claws pricking her skin. “But now I’ve found the cure I was looking for.” He cocked his head, gazing at her, lines creasing his sloping forehead. “Call me Nerva or Master.”
“You’re not my master.” Cure? She frowned. Is he letting me live? “Are you –”
“Silence.” He pivoted on his heels, searching the darkness. Merry peered into the shadows, seeing nothing. “They’re coming.” Nerva swung her into his arms as though she weighed nothing, and he ran with her, his cloak billowing behind him, the buildings blurring into one.
I’m being kidnapped. Merry perused his primitive face, his chin square and unyielding, his thick eyebrows shielding his eyes, his dark skin unblemished by scars or the ravages of time. By a sexy murderous demon with a huge cock.
Her lips twitched. Merry Christmas to me.

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