Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
NIKKOV
This Christmas uniform does not fit well. The length of the pants and sleeves are short and the top has enough room for the female to fit in here with me. My pleasure cock stirs at the thought and for the briefest moment, my mating cock stirs as well.
No, that cannot be. The female, though exceedingly beautiful with her golden hair, blue eyes, and lush curves, cannot be my sholani.
She’s human. My mating cock has not moved, of that I am sure.
Though it’s becoming increasingly clear that this female is a distraction, one I cannot afford if I’m to complete my mission.
I should do as she suggests and leave, except the male we interrogated said the blasters would be distributed with toys.
“Red will make me stand out in a crowd,” I say as I emerge from behind the crates wearing the Santa uniform.
“I have news for you, Warrior, you’re blue and have horns. That suit will be the only part of you that won’t stand out.” She marches over to me and reaches for my weapons belt. My hand shoots out and stops her from touching it. “Santa doesn’t wear weapons.”
“Zyanthan warriors do.” I tug the top of the Santa uniform down over my belt, hiding my weapons. “Satisfied?”
“It takes a lot to satisfy me.” She smirks as she twirls away from me and returns to the gift area.
Drekk, but my cock stiffens further just from watching this female. “Do you have tools for me to use?”
“I’m an elf. We have every tool imaginable in our workshop. Except the one that all girls like.” She winks then laughs as she heads into a small room in the back of the warehouse. “Follow me, Santa.”
“My name is not Santa. It’s Grynche.”
“Grinch?” She halts before entering the room and pinches the bridge of her nose.
“Are you ill, female?”
“Noelle, Warrior Gr— Nope, can’t do it. Can’t call you Grinch, not when you’re dressed as Santa.”
“Gryn-che. Not Grinch.”
“Do you have another name we can use? To distinguish you from the other Santas.”
“My family calls me Nikkov.”
“That’s perfect! Close enough to St. Nick! We’ll introduce you as Santa Nikkov.”
“Not Santa. Warrior.”
“Let me put this in military terms so you can understand what we’re doing here, Warrior.
As part of Operation Santa, you’re playing the role of Santa around the kids, families, and anyone else you encounter.
That gives you full access to everything here and the ability to interact with everyone involved in the toy drive.
I trust that will give you the chance to find the criminals you’re looking for. ”
“It will.”
“Then, for the purpose of this mission, Warrior, your title is Santa Nikkov. You will be jolly, laugh, and smile.”
“Those are not qualities required for warriors.”
“Yes, I see that.” She places her hands on the corners of my mouth, pushing up at the ends. “Try to hold your face like that. In a smile.”
I do as she says, the position not only odd, but hard to maintain.
My horns rise… as do other parts of me. Both cocks?
I must be imagining it. Only my pleasure cock should rise around this female.
She’s attractive, intelligent, and clever.
And her touch is quite tantalizing… and giving me ideas of how I’d like to reciprocate.
I reach out, gliding my finger along her lips, and vekk me… she opens and pulls my finger in, sucking on it. My pleasure cock has most definitely risen at the touch of this female. The very succulent, sweet-smelling female whose bright blue eyes have locked onto me.
My horns are now fully erect, as is another part of me, but I have a mission to complete. Slowly, I withdraw my finger.
“That will teach you to keep your hands to yourself, Warrior.”
“You do not understand males if that is what you believe, little elf.”
She chuckles. “I only meant, you need to keep your hands to yourself. If even a single finger, or any other part of you, dares touch me again, I may use my teeth to show you how I feel about a male taking liberties with me.” She snaps her teeth together with such force, my cock deflates… though not fully.
“You touched me first. And I must warn you, I do not take threats lightly. In fact, I rather enjoy the challenge of proving others wrong.”
A slim brow lifts.
“This isn’t a competition. I’m here, in this freezing warehouse, to do a job.
There are hundreds of children out there whose parents can barely afford to feed them.
I plan to ensure they have a Merry Christmas and I won’t let you get in the way.
Understand? If you can’t get with the game plan, then walk out those doors now. ”
I don’t look to where she’s pointing because that long arm, with the graceful fingers, has my mind wandering in ways I don’t believe she’d appreciate. And I certainly don’t intend to leave until I complete my mission.
“You may call me Santa if that helps you deliver the toys to the younglings. My goal is to find the person behind the blaster thefts, and to keep you safe.”
“The only one I’m in danger from is you, dear Santa.”
“Me?”
“Yes, I have this insane urge to sit on your lap and tell you how naughty I’ve been. Or better yet, to show you.”
My drekking cock won’t stay down now. “I don’t believe you sitting on my lap will help find my prey, little elf.”
“But it will make you jolly, which is what you need to be if you’re going to hang out with me while I’m handing out gifts.” She opens the door to a room full of tools. “Get to work fixing and rewrapping those presents, Santa. And while you’re working, practice smiling. Fail and you’re fired.”
“You cannot fire me. I do not work for you.”
“I can kick you out of here and hire security to keep you out.”
That will prevent me from learning who is behind the thefts. And I do not wish to be away from this female. Not when she intrigues me to the point of distraction. I’ve never lost focus on a mission before, and this female… Drekk, she’s a challenge… one I look forward to conquering.