**Santa’s Breeding Workshop**

I never thought my first time would be like this. Sixteen, a virgin, and suddenly standing in the middle of Santa’s workshop surrounded by a dozen eager elf girls, all of them staring at me like I was the last candy cane in the North Pole.

“Nobuyuki Bell,” the head elf, a perky redhead with freckles dusting her cheeks, whispered, her fingers trailing down my chest. “Santa’s gift to *us* this year.”

I swallowed hard as her hands found the waistband of my pants, her thumbs hooking under it. Around us, the other elves closed in—blondes, brunettes, a shy girl with silver hair biting her lip. Their tight little outfits left very little to the imagination, their tiny skirts riding up as they knelt, crawled, pressed against me.

“You’re here to help with the *special deliveries*,” another elf purred, her fingers already undoing my belt. The buckle clinked, and then my pants were sliding down my hips, my cock already half-hard from the attention.

“Fuck,” I breathed as cool air hit my bare skin, my dick twitching when delicate fingers wrapped around me.

“Look how cute,” the redhead giggled, stroking me slowly. “But we’ll fix that.”

Before I could even process it, hands were everywhere—pulling my shirt off, guiding me onto a fur-lined bench, spreading my legs. Then the first elf, the redhead, sank to her knees between them, her pink lips parting before she took me into her mouth.

“Oh—shit!” I groaned, my hips jerking as her tongue swirled around the head of my cock. She hummed, the vibration traveling straight up my spine, and then she took me deeper, her small fingers gripping my thighs.

Another elf, a brunette with big green eyes, climbed onto the bench beside me, her skirt hiked up to show off her dripping pussy. “You don’t mind if I help, do you?” she murmured, guiding my hand between her legs.

I didn’t. My fingers slid through her folds easily, her cunt already soaking wet. I rubbed her clit in slow circles, her breath hitching before she moaned, grinding against my hand.

Meanwhile, the redhead bobbed her head faster, her lips stretched tight around my cock, drool sliding down my shaft. I could feel my balls tightening, the heat coiling low in my gut.

“Gonna—ah—gonna cum,” I warned, but she didn’t stop. If anything, she sucked harder, her throat working around me, until I couldn’t hold back. My hips bucked as I came, thick ropes of cum shooting into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, licking her lips when she finally pulled back, her cheeks flushed.

“Good boy,” she whispered, but the other elves weren’t done.

The brunette pushed me onto my back, swinging her leg over my hips, her wet pussy hovering just above my cock. “Round two,” she breathed, then sank down onto me in one smooth motion.

“Fuck!” I gasped, her tight heat clamping around me like a vice. She rode me hard, her tits bouncing as she fucked herself on my dick, her fingers pinching her own nipples.

Another elf, the silver-haired one, crawled over, pressing her tits against my face. “Suck,” she demanded, and I obeyed, flicking my tongue over her stiff nipple. She moaned, grinding her bare pussy against my thigh, her juices smearing my skin.

The brunette tightened around me, her walls fluttering as she came, her thighs shaking. But before I could even catch my breath, she was pulling off, replaced by the silver-haired elf, who straddled me with a hungry gleam in her eyes.

“Fill me up,” she begged, sliding down onto my cock. She was even tighter, her pussy gripping me like she was made for it. I thrust up into her, my hands grabbing her ass, pulling her down harder.

The other elves watched, touching themselves, whispering encouragement. “Breed her,” the redhead murmured, stroking my balls as the silver-haired elf bounced on my shaft.

It was too much. My whole body tensed, my cock pulsing as I came deep inside her, my cum flooding her cunt. She gasped, grinding down to take every last drop, her own orgasm shaking through her.

But the night wasn’t over. One by one, the elves took their turns—riding me, sucking me, pressing their pussies against my mouth until I lost count. By the time dawn crept through the workshop windows, I was spent, covered in sweat and their juices, my cock still twitching weakly between my legs.

The redhead kissed my forehead, her fingers trailing through my hair. “Merry Christmas, Nobuyuki.”

And as I lay there, surrounded by satisfied elves, I realized—Santa definitely knew what I wanted this year.