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- Three, two, one… Merry Christmas!
Parsley absentmindedly watched the countdown reach zero in old screen of the factory’s cafeteria, like every year since his youth. All around him, elves exploded in cheer and wished each other a Merry Christmas. Streamers went up in the air, confetti dropped from the ceiling, the whole thing. Voices overlapped in the enclosed space and turned into an annoying cacophony of well-meaning congratulations for another job well done. Children all over the world would get to wake up on Christmas morning with a toy under the tree and elves in the North Pole would get a well-deserved one-month vacation before starting over. The latter was the one Parsley was the most interested in.
On his way out, he stopped to congratulate his boss on another successful season. The deadlines had been completed especially early this time around. It was thanks to him and his team, not his boss, so he didn’t feel particularly inclined to, but he also really wanted to be promoted to supervisor for his area. He could not take another year of such stress. Even if the elves were blessed with semi-eternal youth, he was starting to feel his age. Parsley was getting old.
When he closed the door of the cafeteria behind him, the silence almost startled him. The factory felt dead without elves running through the corridors at all times. There was something missing without the typing of the old typewriters some departments still used, too much space without folders full of files and gift-wrapped presents everywhere they could fit. Not even the ever-present Christmas decorations could compensate the feeling of wrong Parsley felt while exiting the building as soon as possible.
It was chilly outside but when was it not in the North Pole. The polar winter was cruel and unforgiving. He was used to it by now. His body was shielded from the cold by layers of warm clothing and, most importantly, he carried his own fire within. Now that the work was done, he finally had time to go see his favourite yeti.
His feet carried him to the city’s centre in record time. Fifteen minutes later, he was knocking on Atis’ door, cursing for having left his hat at the factory. His pointy ears got very red when exposed to the biting winds of winter. Luckily, it wasn’t long until the yeti was standing in front of him, having opened the door very easily despite being unfathomably heavy. Even for one of his species, his friend was unusually strong due to his physically demanding job. Sleighs didn’t fill themselves, after all.
Thankfully, he was quickly ushered in to the warmer interior. The fireplace was roaring, as it usually was in Atis’ home. For having such thick fur, he got cold quite quickly. So did Parsley, for that matter, so there were no complaints from him.
- Merry Christmas – he said, being polite. It was only appropriate, after all. Most people were happy to celebrate, unlike him.
- Merry Christmas, Parsley. I’m glad you came in the end.
Atis’ deep voice made him shudder in anticipation. He had many memories of that voice whispering filth into his ears while overwhelming him with pleasure. It was almost pavlovian, after so many years of unusual friendship.
- I wasn’t sure I would be able to escape my boss’ clutches – he joked – Luckily, the wine was especially strong this year. Cinnamon must have messed with it. Again.
- Ha! She totally must have – Atis laughed.
They both sat on the couch in front of the fireplace. Parsley had to climb up but he was used to it, coming there as much as he did. It was still not as often as he would like, but often enough to be comfortable in a space made for people much larger than him. Most workers in the North Pole were, with the exception of other elves like him.
They chatted for a while. Instead of more wine, the yeti made them some peppermint hot chocolate and served it in his personal mug, which was an appropriate size for him. He had brought it from his own collection ages ago. It was nice, to be able to spend time with his friend. But Parsley wasn’t here to hang out. When he said something with hopes of accelerating things, Atis laughed warmly like he had been expecting it all this time.
- You’re warm enough, then? – he asked.
- You’re going to make me even warmer in a second – answered Parsley, already shrugging off his coat.
They made quick work of his clothes. A couple of minutes later, the elf was naked and sitting astride one of the yeti’s legs. Big warm hands enveloped his waist.
- Every time I have you like this, I swear you’ve gotten tinier.
- And yet, you only get bigger – Parsley joked, moving his head to the side to point at the yeti’s already half-hard cock.
Atis laughed. He smirked, proud of his joke.
- What can I say? I like that you’re tiny, little elf – the yeti lowered down to whisper in his ear – And you like that I’m bigger. Small elf cocks can’t satisfy you anymore, can they?
A moan fell off Parsley’s lips without permission. To hear the truth laid out in the open like this was making him want to hide from the words. At the same time, he wanted to beg for more. Beg for more filthy words. Beg to be fucked until he couldn’t even scream. Atis knew this. The bastard smiled and leaned in to ravish his mouth with a kiss.
In the beginning, neither of them had known how to kiss each other. The size difference had made it weird, neither of them used to having to adjust to a mouth so different than theirs. Now, after all this time, it was as easy as breathing. In Parsley’s case, it was as easy as opening his mouth and letting his friend do what he wanted to it. He just had to focus on breathing through his nose and letting himself be ravaged.
Sharp fangs brushed his lips and he whimpered. Atis growled with desire when he heard it and put his tongue so deep in the elf’s mouth he choked. As tears rolled down his face, Parsley revelled in the situation. This is exactly what he needed after December stress. That was why he kept coming back to him. The yeti was going to wreck him and put him back together afterwards in the most satisfying way.
He barely registered being picked up and carried to the giant bed upstairs while his mouth was tongue-fucked. Parsley was dropped on the bed like nothing more than a sex toy. If he hadn’t been hard since the first savage kiss, that would have definitely done the trick. Atis stood there, at the foot of the bed, looming. The smirk he wore made him look decidedly dangerous. His dick throbbed.
- Do you want to be fucked today, little elf? – he said in a gravelly voice. It seemed the yeti was as affected as he was. Excellent, Parsley thought. That was when things got really wild.
- Are you going to make me beg for it, Atis?
- No – he answered, already moving closer – I’m going to make you beg for me to stop.
The yeti’s words made him swallow. Every time he thought about his time with Atis afterwards, he doubted it could actually be as good as he remembered. And yet, every time, his friend proved it to him once more. He just knew him that well. They also shared all the same kinks, complementing each other’s. As much as he enjoyed being wrecked by this mountain yeti, Atis liked making a mess of the elf that begged for his cock.
To his dismay, the questions continued.
- Would you like me to be nice to you, Parsley?
- You’re never nice to me – he sounded like a petulant child but it was true. He didn’t want it any other way anyways.
- You know what I mean, little elf. Are you in the mood to hear how good you’re being or should I tell you that the only use you have is being my cock warmer?
Parsley’s hands gripped the blankets as tight as they could. It was all he could do to stop himself from touching his dick and coming like an eager teenager. The dirty talk always did the trick. The elf was definitely hard. As soon as Atis touched him, he was going to explode.
- Everything. I want all of it. Please – he whimpered.
- Just one more thing. Do you need to be anywhere tomorrow?
Parsley shook his head. Fortunately, he had the day off. The rotation ensured that every year a different group of elves were tasked with cleanup. The yeti didn’t respond, just nodded in acknowledgement. In his desire, the elf missed the excitement in his friend’s face.
He watched from the bed as Atis opened the wardrobe and retrieved a familiar bottle of slick, as well as a bag closed with a drawstring. He put both of them on the nightstand, taking his time to arrange them to his liking. Parsley was practically vibrating when the yeti finally joined him on the mattress.
He realised fairly quickly that his friend had no intention at all to touch his dick, that night. He had started with more of those bruising kisses, fucking his mouth with his tongue and blocking his airways just enough to make him feel pleasantly lightheaded. That raspy tongue then had moved on to his neck and chest, where a thin sheet of saliva made it glisten under the low light of the decorative Christmas candles around the room. His nipples felt raw after so much attention. Only a light touch sent him squirming, which meant Atis was doing it constantly.
He had then moved on to his legs, which had received the same attention as his chest. His thighs had been kissed, licked, pinched, and squeezed for what seemed like an eternity. Once he had been satisfied with the state of his front, the yeti had moved him so he was on his knees and elbows. At that moment, Parsley resigned himself to only being able to come from his hole because if Atis didn’t touch him, surely he wouldn’t let him touch himself either.
The elf revelled in the feeling of being completely at someone else’s mercy. This was what he craved: the elation of not having to make any decisions for the time being, not even about his own body. He trusted his friend to make them for him, at least for the night.
A warm tongue on his hole made him lose that train of thought. Atis ate him out like his life depended on it, slowly loosening up his muscles to prepare him for the next part. The elf felt like he was losing his mind the entire time. It was addictingly intoxicating. His moans turned into a proper shout of pleasure when Atis replaced his tongue with a toy, which he must have taken from the nightstand at some point.
His friend had clawed hands that made it impossible to use his fingers inside of someone unless he trimmed them, rendering them useless. Parsley and Atis had developed quite a collection of phallic toys they kept in the latter’s wardrobe. They had one made of every material used in the factories: wood, glass, rubber, even a small metal one. The most expensive one in their collection was an enchanted one, which was made to be the most life-like replica of a yeti’s cock possible.
Atis fucked him slowly with the smallest one first, making sure his inner walls were slick and stretched to adapt to the intrusion before angling it to hit his prostate dead-on. Parsley came on the sheets completely untouched. His cum shot out with such force, it stained the bed all the way to the pillowcase.
He panted as he came down from the high, chest heaving and arms shaking, struggling to hold his weight. His friend held the toy immobile to give him time to recover. Parsley gave Atis a little nod when he felt ready to continue.
- We keep going, little elf? – the toy stayed still.
- Yes – he muttered, struggling to form words. His mouth was dry, likely from breathing through his mouth for the past half hour.
The yeti made a satisfied sound and petted his ass with his free hand. It should have felt condescending but it was nice, in this context. Parsley sighed.
- Good, thank you for saying it out loud – praised Atis with his low voice, made even lower by the situation.
He couldn’t help shuddering. His cock twitched a little bit, trying to get hard again so soon after coming. The toy inside him was thrusted a couple more times before it was replaced by a bigger one. That one was a stretch. His arms gave out as soon as it brushed his prostate. Parsley gave up on trying to stay on all fours and embraced his current position, which was not unlike presenting to be mounted. Being chest down and ass up the familiar curl of humiliation only fanned the flames of arousal. Atis chuckled warmly behind him.
- You look perfect like this – he said as he worked the toy inside him – Your body is just begging for it, isn’t it? You need to be full.
The yeti put a hand on his back and slid it down, to his neck. Then, without warning, he pressed him further into the mattress and slammed the remaining length of the toy until it was buried all the way inside him. Parsley tried to wiggle, overwhelmed with pleasure, but Atis’ hand kept him chest down on the bed. The elf could try all he wanted; he was never going to move from that exposing position unless he was allowed to. He couldn’t even find some relief by screaming his lungs out; his voice was nowhere to be found. He felt so full he couldn’t even moan.
Realising that Atis’ cock was even bigger than the toy, which he had recognised the moment the tip had kissed his hole, hurled him towards the edge after only a few deep thrusts. It felt like a lightening of pleasure was went down his entire body. Parsley shut his eyes and opened his mouth but no sound came out. His cum stained the blankets underneath him for what was not going to be the last time that night.
More oil was added to the toy splitting him open. Lewd sounds filled the room as he was fucked slowly. Atis wasn’t saying anything right then, and neither was Parsley, who had to concentrate on breathing to recover from coming a second time so close to the first. That’s not to say he wasn’t enjoying himself. The overstimulation was toe-curling.
The yeti’s free hand returned to his back. Those big fingers petted him like a beloved pet. It relaxed Parsley enough to be able to take the big toy with ease in no time. He was praised for that too. Atis’ voice sounded like he was barely restraining himself.
- Fuck me, please – whimpered the elf.
- What was that?
- Please. I need you to fuck me now.
- One more time, little elf – he ordered him – Your begging is like music to my ears. You are so cute like this, embracing what you were made for.
Parsley got so lost in the begging, in the submission to Atis’ whims, he almost missed it when the yeti slicked up his cock and aligned it with his gaping hole. When he did, he whined again to express his hurry. He needed it. He needed it bad. Feeling so empty was making him lose his mind. His thoughts started to spiral. Was he not good enough to deserve being filled? Was Atis not satisfied with him? Was that why he wasn’t fucking him?
The elf drove himself to the brink of tears, too wrapped up in his own thoughts. He was rearranged to be flat on the bed, still on his stomach, and the yeti laid on top of him. The comforting weight of his friend calmed him down enough to listen.
- Shhh, you’re doing so well for me, little elf. I’m going to make you feel so good, I promise. You’ll be so full of me. Just let me take care of you.
With tear-stained cheeks, Parsley turned his head to look at Atis through half-lidded eyes. He received a comforting smile that made him warm inside. Atis had him. He didn’t have to worry about anything.
- There you go, that’s it – said the yeti – Feeling better?
Parsley nodded.
- Want to continue?
- Please – he begged, one last time.
Atis sank into him with one quick movement. His cock slid in his prepped hole like a warm knife through butter. His body knew what it needed. In this case, it needed to be fucked until he couldn’t think straight. He could forget about walking in the morning. It was totally worth it, in Parsley’s opinion.
The feeling of his hole stretching so wide, even when the yeti had prepared him with lots of lube and patience, made Parsley scream. It always felt so huge when it first breached him. To be fair, it was. Atis’ cock was perfectly proportional to his body and his body was twice the size of him. It felt like the enormous appendage was hitting his throat, even though it was only rearranging his guts.
It didn’t move while his inner walls got used to being so far apart from each other, although Parsley could tell his friend was struggling. The cock inside him kept twitching from pleasure. The elf definitely understood the feeling. He intimately knew the overwhelming pleasure you didn’t want to get away from that made you want to move anyway. Not that he had ever fucked someone with his dick. He had discovered the wonders of his hole as a teenager and had never looked back.
When he gave permission to start moving, Parsley remembered what he loved about a yeti’s huge cock. His prostate was constantly stimulated, since there was no room to aim for it specifically. Every single thrust lit up his nerves like a Christmas tree. There was no escaping that delicious feeling. One could only take it. And since he had specifically asked for it, Atis would make him take it.
He was fucked with the yeti’s full strength and trusted with being able to take it. Their sweaty skin slapped with an obscene noise every time his friend’s cock was buried to the hilt. Parsley also moaned every time it did. His breathing was in tune with the thrusting rhythm so he gasped for air when Atis’ withdrew and screamed every time he rammed it back in. The bed creaked too and for a split-second Parsley worried they were going to break it. Half a second later, Atis thrusted back in and that line of thought went out the window.
Even though he had already come twice, it didn’t take long for the elf to feel like he was on the verge of another orgasm. His dick was against the mattress, rubbing on his stomach and leaking profusely. It was just shy of being too much, on top of having his hole thoroughly stretched, his guts forcedly fucked, and his friend’s weight partially on top of him. The maddening pleasure built and built and all he could do was scream.
When he was close to being right over the edge but not quite yet, Atis shifted his weight to be on his knees and pulled him up with him with an arm on his waist. The change in position made his cock go even deeper inside him, if that was possible. It felt like it was, to Parsley. He was almost choking on it.
His yeti friend had his knees on the mattress but Parsley barely reached it with his tiptoes. That meant that both of Atis’ arms were holding him up at the right height for him to really pound on the elf.
- Touch yourself – he said with a growl, his hips not stopping for even a moment.
- I can’t – whined Parsley – I’ll come.
- Then come. I want you tight again and you always get so tight on my cock while you come.
Reluctantly, he wrapped one of his hands around his dick. It was so oversensitive that even that barely-there touch made him moan. All of his earlier eagerness to touch himself or to be touched to completion was gone after two back-to-back orgasms.
- I said, touch yourself – Atis repeated in his ear – Move your hand, little elf. Make yourself come one more time.
He did. Parsley obeyed the order, not eager to find out on this particular evening what disobedience would get him. Not even two strokes in, he spilled all over the sheets, making an even bigger mess than before because of the double stimulation. Coming sent tingles of pleasure all over his body, right to the tips of his toes. Once those went away, all of his remaining strength drained away. Atis became the only thing holding him upright.
Unfortunately for the elf, he had no permission to stop touching his dick and he knew it. Even though it was trying to soften, his hesitant touches made him harden one more time. The skin was reddened from friction by then and the tip glistened from the moisture under the lamplight. If he kept going, the next day was going to be extremely uncomfortable. He wasn’t going to disobey, though.
- That’s it, little elf. You are being so good, listening to me. Doesn’t it feel nice?
Atis knew it didn’t. It felt incredibly overwhelming. That was exactly his goal. It was what Parsley had asked for tonight, after all. Even with the pain threatening to overcome the pleasure, the elf was still having a good time.
With personal experience on how long the yeti could last while fucking him, he psyched himself up to endure it. A few minutes later, he found out he didn’t have to. Atis was indulging him on one of his favourite things: he was going to fill him up with his come. Not long after his own orgasm, Parsley felt the huge cock twitch inside him and, with a hard final thrust, it filled his hole with creamy cum.
The elf loved this most of all. The sensation of being claimed like that, deep inside him, was better than any dirty talk. He loved how it was more undeniable than words. Also, it reminded him how well he had been fucked hours after the fact, when he saw it staining his underwear when it trickled out of his still fucked-open hole.
The fact that he and Atis were different species and thus did not share the same diseases was a true blessing. What was also a blessing, at least for him, was how much yeti’s came. With every orgasm, his hole was filled to the point where Atis’ cock was the only thing keeping it inside, like a flesh-and-blood anal plug. Just thinking about it made his own dick painfully throb in his hand.
Atis didn’t stop once he came. He stilled only for a minute before moving his hips again, first a bit hesitantly and slowly incrementing the force behind his thrusts until he was pounding into him like before. Parsley didn’t even have time to catch his breath. The added lubrication helped with the friction but not with his desire. His friend using his own cum to fuck him added another layer of appeal to the whole affair.
Thankfully, one of Atis’ hands reached down and removed his from his dick. His bigger hand cupped his lower stomach instead and started caressing the slightly stretched skin. His belly was bulging a little from the huge cock buried in his guts plus an entire load of cum. That seemingly affectionate gesture really drove the thought home. Parsley realised then and there that Atis could keep filling him until he burst, until his body was permanently rearranged for him. And the elf wanted that so badly. He had never taken more than one load at a time but he wanted to beg for a second, just to know how it felt. He must have clenched down because the yeti let out a moan that was half a roar.
- Fuck, little elf – the groaned – You really like being this full, huh? Do you want me to come inside you again? Made your cute little body bloated with my cum?
Parsley couldn’t answer with words, just incoherent sounds that had more to do with Atis’ cock still fucking him as steady as a metronome than with what his friend was saying.
- Your hole is just sucking me in – Atis continued – It definitely knows what it wants. It knows how much of a slut it is. Do you? Do you realise how much of a slut you are, little elf?
The degrading words did it. With a shout, Parsley orgasmed for the fourth and last time. Barely anything came out, no cum left in his spent dick. The yeti milked it like any other, though. He kept thrusting until the elf’s moans turned into pained mewls. Then, with one last vigorous thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in his twitching body. This time, the overstimulation was a bit too much.
Luckily, Atis realised he was done immediately. He delicately laid the little elf on the bed, avoiding the wet spot and replacing the soiled pillow with another one. Parsley let himself be moved, lacking the strength to do so himself even if he wanted to.
Above him, the yeti climbed up on the bed to stand with each knee on either side of the elf’s small waist. Cock in hand, he started touching himself. It was so wet from the oil and his own cum that a few drops fell down on Parsley’s back.
- I love how you look right now – he talked – So helpless under me. The fact that you let me wring you out like this…
He wasn’t talking for Parsley’s pleasure, not only, at least. Every word was true. Seeing his friend like this made his cock throb between his fingers. It wouldn’t be long before he came again.
- You want to know what the best part is? – asked Atis, not expecting an answer – I know that when you wake up tomorrow, sore as fuck, you’re going to love seeing the mess I’ve made out of you.
Parsley moaned, the only sound he could make because words weren’t available to him at the moment. It was a sound of agreement. Of course, he was going to love to see the bruises left by the yeti’s strong hands. They were probably visible already. Atis was, without at doubt, touching himself thinking of them too. The obscene wet sounds of sex revealed his actions, even if the elf couldn’t see it.
- I’m going to come – he announced not long after.
- Give it to me – Parsley managed to groan.
Almost instantly, warm drops of liquid hit his back. The yeti’s cum drenched him from nape to thighs, marking his skin to match the marking inside him. His friend’s loud moan would have made his dick twitch in interest had it not been completely spent. He felt more than saw a large hand drop beside his head. The mattress shifted with the added weight.
They just laid there for a few minutes, not saying anything. Atis panted, trying and failing to recover from his orgasm fast. Parsley just closed his eyes and revelled in the feeling of having been thoroughly fucked. Against all odds, he felt cared for. The degradation made him hard but the obvious care behind Atis’ gestures made him all warm inside. Sometimes, he needed a little reminder that he was desirable.
Finally, Atis got up to take care of his friend. He kissed his hair, promised to be back quickly, and went to fetch a towel to clean him up. There would be time for a bath in the morning. If he put the elf in a warm bath at the moment, he would fall asleep in the water. He cleaned his skin with the warm towel methodically, making sure he wasn’t leaving any sticky residue behind. Parsley sighed and let himself be cared for. It was the perfect ending to a fantastic evening. Christmas season had been hard, too hard. This almost made up for all of it.
When his friend reached his hole, he hissed at the feeling of the fabric against the sensitive skin. Atis chuckled and shushed him.
- It’s okay, I won’t do it. I still need to clean you a little bit, though. You’re going to complain tomorrow if I leave you like this.
It was true. He would hate going to sleep like this. Leaving it for hours would make everything unpleasantly sticky. The elf did not appreciate being exposed like this so he made a discontented sound to express it. There were no words but Atis understood. It made him chuckle again. His mirth was contagious and it made the elf smile too.
- I can do it another way – said the yeti – Want me to clean you with my tongue?
Parsley weighed his options and decided that yes, that was infinitely better. Atis’ tongue was rough but, even on the sensitive skin of his hole, small sparks of pleasure shot down his legs as he cleaned him of his own cum. His body was exhausted but it still felt good. His friend was gentle with his ministrations. All too soon, he was done.
- Your little hole is not so little anymore.
The elf huffed as he turned over on the bed and curled up on the only spot that was still dry.
- You think?
- All that training paid off, I would say. You take me beautifully.
He was referring to the early days of their friendship, in which they had had to work up to taking his massive cock. Atis’ toy collection had almost entirely been bought back then. These days, instead of focusing on size, the toys that caught their attention were usually rarities with textures or ones made of different materials.
- You enjoyed yourself? – asked Parsley in a bout of insecurity.
- I loved it – the yeti reassured him, throwing the soiled bedsheets on the floor and curling up behind him – You are so good to me. You did so good, little elf.
There was no need to say anything else. The two friends cuddled even closer and basked in the feeling of naked skin against skin. The yeti’s fur warmed up the elf and his presence warmed up Atis’ heart. They were only friends, nothing more, but also nothing less. They loved each other in their own way.
In a bit, Atis would have to get up. The toys they had used needed to be cleaned, and so did the stains on the sheets. Most of all, he needed a warm blanket to throw on top of Parsley so he didn’t get chilly on one of the coldest nights of the year. But all those chores could wait. For now, cuddles were the priority.