Chapter 3 - Nick
Considering I’m standing in the middle of a snow-covered path, without a jacket, it’s not cold.
In fact, I feel great. It’s like the air is different, fresher. My head is clear, my sadness from thoughts of the past seems to melt away, and the weirdness of the surroundings makes me smile.
I decide to roll with it and head off down the path. In the distance, I can see what looks like a log cabin and I assume that if I’m going to find other people, it’s going to be there.
It’s not long before I find someone else. Or something else. At the side of the path, dressed in red and green and bells, I find what I assume is an elf. She looks like a cute, slightly short woman, but the outfit, rosy cheeks, and pointy ears make me think my guess is correct.
As I look at her, I’m not even surprised to see her here. No, the thing that surprises me is that she’s fucking a snowman. And I mean literally a snowman, three big spheres of snow with twigs for arms, coal for a mouth and eyes, and a top hat on his head. He seems to be missing his nose.
She’s bent over and has her ass up against the snowman, slamming herself back against it. I watch and I occasionally see a flash of orange on what she is riding; it looks for all the world like a big orange carrot. Guess that explains the missing nose.
“Hi there, I’m Trixie,” she says in a singsong voice, noticing me for the first time. She keeps on going, resting her hands on her legs to steady herself as she looks at me.
“Hi, I’m Nick,” I say as she pulls down her top and her breasts spill out, white mounds with little candy cane red nipples.
“Oh, you’re British? I love a British accent. Makes my nipples go hard. See?”
They certainly look so hard you could cut glass with them, but I am unsure what she expects me to do.
“Want to suck on my tits?” she asks and I instantly imagine my mouth on them and think they’ll taste of peppermint.
“No, thank you. They look delicious though,” I reply, mentally kicking myself for saying something so lame.
“I suppose you...mmmmfuck…are wondering where you are.” She moans and her eyes roll back in her head for a moment as she slams herself down hard on the carrot. My cock twitches at the sight of her enthusiastically fucking herself, but I try to ignore it.
“I assume I am at the north pole.” I reply. It’s a strange situation, but for some reason, my mind seems to want me to play along. After all, it’s just a dream. Might as well enjoy watching the cute elf with her dildo carrot.
She giggles to herself and reaches between her legs and rubs vigorously.
“Hard pole more like,” she sniggers. “No, you’re in the Winter Wonderland.”
I watch as she strokes herself to orgasm, groans, and then slides forward onto her knees, a blissful expression on her face. My cock is hard in my jeans and I really want to stroke it, but I control myself and wait for her to speak again.
“You are in a magical place of snow and orgasms. You must be having a rough holiday. People who find their way here are ones that need some happiness in their lives. You get two hours to fuck as much as you want with whomever you want. There’s something in the air here that makes everyone horny.
I can see by that curve of your monster in your jeans that it’s already affecting you. ”
I blush a little, but I know what she means. Ever since I arrived I’ve been in a great mood, and now that mood is making my cock pulse.
“So, get to fucking is my advice. I want to suck you off, but I can’t keep Santa waiting. He and Mrs. Claus are going to double dom me today.”
And with that, she springs to her feet, rubs her nipples in little circles and skips off merrily down the path, still half-naked.
“What a strange woman,” I say to myself, watching her go.
“Yeah, but she has a tight little pussy,” says the snowman, his face coming to life and waving his twig arm at me in greeting. I jump when he speaks. Was he alive before?
I wonder if I’m dreaming or having some kind of mental breakdown.
The snowman half-rolls, half-stumbles towards me and stops so suddenly that snow shakes off him and onto my clothes.
“She forgot to say you can come as many times as you want in your two hours. No waiting around, you can go straight again. And talking of which, I don’t suppose…”
His carrot prods my leg.
“No, thank you.” I say, trying to be as polite as possible.
The snowman laughs and points his twig off to the left.
“Fair enough. Maybe you’re more into humans. There’s another one of you just arrived. Over that way. You should go say hi.”
Yeah, talking to another person might help me try to work out this madness, although it’s just going to be talking to another part of my mind, cause none of this is real.
I thank the snowman and watch as he tips his hat at me and shuffles away, and then follow the direction he pointed towards the log cabin.
It only takes me a few minutes to find her clomping through the snow in her white boots.
“Hey,” I shout and I’m suddenly running to get to her.
She turns and looks at me, and as soon as I see her, I know.
I want to fuck this woman.