Sentient Claus: A Christmas Holiday Sentient Object Romance by Holly Wilde

Author:Holly Wilde [Wilde, Holly]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3, mobi
Published: 2024-10-31T13:30:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Even with the side door still open and letting in the frigid air, things are getting hot and steamy inside the garage. A curious tingling creeps across Sylas, the energy coursing through him uncomfortably. It reminds him of the unfamiliar sensations he felt while reading the forbidden book from the Naughty List. The sleigh’s sleek, polished body trembles slightly as Madam Claus grips onto his sides, her fingers digging into the smooth cherry paint job as she steadies herself.

His reins, which were meant for guiding him through the skies, now serve a much different purpose. They’re keeping Santa pinned under Madame Claus’ control. Santa’s voice echoes from underneath his wife, calling the space under her tuft of copper hair a cookie. But the thing Santa’s nibbling on is nothing like the cookies and milk Sylas is used to having in his carriage. Whatever Santa’s eating, it’s doing a number on Madame Claus.

“Suck my cunt, you naughty boy.” She grits through her teeth while mashing her muff against Santa’s obedient tongue. Madame Claus’ body tightens, her movements becoming more insistent as she rides Santa’s face. The man is lost in the drenched heat of her thighs, his gasps and groans choking around mouthfuls of her sticky release.

Madame Claus lifts herself just enough to hover above Santa’s face, depriving him of her taste once again. Santa’s beard is slick, shining with her wetness, and his eyes are filled with desperation.

“That’s enough for now.” She stands up, looming over the drooling man with a mixture of amusement and satisfaction. “You did a good job, Santa sweetie, making me so wet and horny. But I’m tired of tongue play. I want my pussy stretched.”

She gets up and takes a seat on the driver’s bench. Tapping the toe of her boot against the cock cage, Madame Claus checks to see if Santa’s had any reaction to her. It’s obvious he has, the way his bulge pushes against the bars. She doesn’t take pity on her submissive Santa, in fact, she decides to enhance his displeasure. Looping her thumbs through the waistband of her panties, she shimmies them off, carefully sliding them over her black leather snow boots. They rest heavily in her palm, soaked through with spit and cum. Madame Claus leans over and places them in Santa’s mouth, crotch first, gagging him with the red silk and lace.

“Since you want to act like a little twat online, then you can be treated like one. Pussies need panties, so enjoy choking on mine, Pussy Claus.” She laughs cruely before sitting back again. Madame Claus dips her fingers down and twirls the ginger pubic hair thoughtfully while looking at her bound, gagged, and caged husband. Santa’s sausage pushes the limits of his cage, his dick struggling for any inch of room it can get. The purpled skin of his attempted penis prison break makes Madame Claus even hornier. But she isn’t in the mood to let a misogynistic prick up her chimney tonight.

“Sylas, you look so good beneath Santa, so hard and ready.

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