Chanting Lure Tales

@pentup's Erotic Musings post inspired this little holiday story:

Santa doesn't bring the elves anything, so there's nothing to stop them being naughty in this week's #EroticMusingsQ

#EroticMusings 30. The elves are busy – post elf smut! (anything related to elves – christmas, fantasy, space, or fae)

This is a sexy story involving toys, FF sex, FFM sex, an age gap, and a certain familiar old elf.

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It was the night before the big night and Old Nick was nowhere to be seen. His big night was coming but, for Greta, it had nearly passed. She and her coworkers were only hanging around the workshop in case there were last minute orders to fulfill.

Her coworkers were being a little naughty since the old man wasn't around. It had nearly been a year since she had been hired at Nick's shop. She was the newest employee and wasn't willing to risk anything too big. She had some ideas about how to pass the time while waiting to see if she would be needed.

Greta was taking a 'I didn't see anything' approach to what her coworkers were getting up to.

Albert, her supervisor, had a festive hat on with big headphones over it. He was not nearly so jolly nor so plump an old elf as was Nick. His beard was short and only had a few hints of grey. His cheeks weren't quite so rosy yet. He sipped a steaming mug of something as he spun his chair at his little work desk that was nearer to Nick & Holly's kitchen than that.

Carla and Hedy flitted by, casting glitter spells at each other and giggling. They were two fairies. Carla was a sugar plum fairy. She was skinny and had long hair and skin not quite so white as snow. Hedy was a fairy but declined to say whether she was a sugar plum one or not. She had rich, brown skin, and curves that made Greta melt. Carla and Hedy were usually how the toys got glitter in them but, today, they were just a riot of trouble.

Holly walked onto the shop floor. She was the oldest and wisest of the elves and quite a looker too. She had brown skin and, unlike her husband, her neat mop of hair was still dark with, perhaps, a few flecks of sugar in it. Today, she wore a red dress that showed off her ample curves. She had a smile on her face as she made her way to Albert's desk.

He stopped spinning his chair and put his headphones down. He looked up at the older woman and a smile grew on his face as she spoke to him. He nodded and put his phone down on the desk top. He followed behind Holly as she led him into her room.

It might have been her imagination, but Greta thought she saw something growing in the crotch of Albert's pants. Greta had heard Holly and Nick had some kind of open arrangement going on. The idea that Albert might be slipping his candy into Holly's stocking soon filled Greta with something a little warmer than holiday cheer.

Perhaps Leifur had been waiting for Albert to get called away. He stood up and made his way to Emil's desk. Leifur was a tallish elf for his age, He had hair that went down to his shoulders. When the shop was in full operation, he left it in a net to keep it safe but he had let it down with the downtime. His beard was as unruly as his hair but, with his hair down, he looked like something from the cover of a smutty book. He was a gorgeous elf but seemed mostly to be interested in a he elf like Emil.

Emil smiled when he noticed Leifur heading his way. His blonde hair was cut short except the bangs. Emil had been the 'new elf' up until Greta arrived. He was still a little serious but the others say he had calmed down since Greta had settled into her role.

Leifur and Emil danced something like a waltz but with far more body contact than Greta had seen in a waltz before.

She couldn't help but imagine their erections pressing against each other but their bodies blocked the view. She pulled her eyes away, realizing she had been staring.

Ylfa snuck away from her workstation. She had heels on and wore a aubergine colored skirt that circled her midriff but was well above her knees. Her billowy, white shirt showed off her shoulders and she had a blue cap with a white brim and ball on the end.

It was definitely not Elf Safety and Health Administration approved but it made Greta tingle.

Greta was surprised to find that Ylfa had come to her workstation.

Ylfa grabbed a string of festive beads from the top of Greta's workstation and wrapped it around herself like she was a holiday tree. She smiled at Greta, showing off her top front teeth. Her pointy ears poked out from her hair. Her always-present glasses completed the look.

“I'm sure you're still a little too nervous to do anything really naughty,” she smiled. “I was thinking you and I could do some toy testing.” She swung her hips in a way that made her short skirt twirl but didn't raise high enough to really show anything off properly.

Greta had always hoped she would get to try out some of the toys they'd been working on all year but an opportunity had never yet come up. She looked around the shop. Everyone had found something to occupy themselves.

Birgir, the muscular, dark-skinned he elf with a shaved head, had begun to flirt with Carla. Georg, an older elf, and Edgar, the yeti who had supposedly modeled some of their toy designs, were both flirting with Hedy. They seemed unbothered by her disinterest in choosing just one of them to entertain.

Greta giggled and nodded at Ylfa.

Ylfa smiled and grabbed Greta by the hand. She pulled Greta along with her.

Greta thought they were going to one of the stock rooms but Ylfa passed those by.

Ylfa slipped a hand in her shirt and pulled out a large, brass key on a thin leather cord. She held the key up for Greta to see.

The key gleamed as if lit from a spotlight. The world around them seemed to grow dark. The key was reflected in the lenses of Ylfa's glasses.

Greta should have felt nervous but instead she felt incredibly horny.

“What are we waiting for?” she said.

Ylfa grinned. She turned to the door. She bent down, showing off the curve of her ass in her skirt. She pushed the key into the keyhole quietly and slowly. She turned the key.

The door silently swung open.

Greta didn't feel her feet moving as they found themselves inside the door.

It shut behind them.

Ylfa put the cord from the key onto the door handle.

The whole room seemed to glow with a magical light. There were long, metal tables along the walls and one running down the middle of the room. Every wall also had shelves. Each of the shelves had one toy displayed on it.

In addition to the rolling stools posted at intervals throughout the lab, there were two upholstered benches of some kind. The closer one had a red top. The one on the other side of the middle table looked like it had a green top.

Ylfa moved past her, brushing her hand along the small of Greta's back.

Greta shivered with delight at her touch. She only wished she hadn't been wearing a thick sweater. Maybe she could ...

She didn't have time to complete the thought.

Ylfa picked a toy off of one of the shelves. She turned and held it up for Greta to see.

It was long and green and had knobbly bits along its shaft. Apart from the smooth shape, it didn't look much like a penis. Light reflected off it, making it look wet and enticing.

Ylfa was practically drooling over it. She set it on the table.

“I'll find a strap on!” she said. She started rifling through drawers in the table.

Greta considered objecting. A strap on implied one of them would be fucking the other. She had managed not to get into any situations with her coworkers. Since taking the job, she'd only gone to bed with people in the nearby village.

It had been a few weeks. Their team had been working nights and weekends in preparation for the big day. The last person she'd taken to bed had been a cute older elf with skin a few shades darker than her own light beige.

It was hard to object when you were as worked up as Greta was and you'd had a crush on the person suggesting it almost since the day you'd met her.

“Found one!” Ylfa called out. She had her ass turned to Greta and lifted her skirt, showing off two plump buns. A white g-string separated them. A little hint of hair poked out, leaving Greta completely enamored.

Sooner than Greta would have liked, another pair of underwear covered those. Ylfa spun around and grabbed the big, green dildo. She lifted her skirt and connected the dildo to the strap on. She turned around and smiled at Greta.

Greta gulped. This was getting real!

Ylfa dashed around the center table and came close to Greta. The dildo raised her skirt in a different way than a cock would have. She looked in Greta's eyes and but her lower lips.

“You look a little scared,” she said.

“Am not,” Greta said. “Maybe nervous. I've never fucked a colleague.”

“Aww!” Ylfa laughed. “We're not fucking. We're testing toys. If some toys require two to operate, well, that's just a bonus.”

Greta nodded. This was absurd but she was desperately into Ylfa and if that was what both of them required to finally cross the line, she was going to let it happen.

She pushed her shoes off and unbuckled her belt. She pulled her pants and panties off and climbed onto the bench. Maybe it would have been better to put her pants under her in case she made a mess on the upholstery but she might lose her nerve if she tried now.

Ylfa had been watching her the whole time. She pulled off her shirt and her skirt so they only thing she was wearing below the waist was the strap on and her festive socks.

Her small breasts were pale and the contrast of her areola drew Greta's eyes to them. They were almost the color of Ylfa's lips.

Greta's mouth watered.

Ylfa laughed.

Music filled the air whenever she laughed. Maybe it was just in Greta's head, though.

Ylfa got to her knees and spread Greta's legs.

“Wh-what are you doing?!” Greta said.

“Just checking if she's ready yet. We want to give the toy a fair shake, right?” Ylfa was looking at Greta's pussy, not Greta's face.

Greta wasn't used to having someone look at her pussy that way. It was intimidating but the look on Ylfa's face erased most of her worries.

Ylfa opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. She ran the tip of her tongue along Greta's slender labia. She looked up.

“Not quite ready yet. It's a very big toy.”

Greta nodded.

Ylfa pressed the tip of her finger inside Greta. She smile up at Greta and resumed licking. Her tongue teased and tempted but avoided Greta's pink little gumdrop.

Greta steadied herself with her hands against the cushioned surface behind her. It was almost too good to be true.

The only thing that would have made it better was if both her and Ylfa were naked. Ylfa could keep her hat and her glasses but the rest needed to go. Greta slipped her sweater, undershirt, and bra off.

Ylfa giggled. She slipped her finger as far inside Greta's pussy until her knuckles were pressing against Greta. She wiggled her finger inside and then pulled it out. She licked it like a candy cane.

“Mm, my favorite flavor.” She stood up. “I think she's ready. What do you think?”

Greta nodded. She moved her ass to the edge of the bench.

Ylfa pressed the dildo against her entrance.

Greta held her breath and waited for Ylfa.

Her coworker caught her eyes and then smiled. She put her hands on Greta's hips and pulled herself close, pressing the dildo in pretty far.

Ylfa had been right.

It was big. Not just long but thick. Even if they had just been testing, Greta appreciated that Ylfa had gotten her ready with her tongue and her finger.

Ylfa blushed as if she had seen something she hadn't expected. She gripped tight on Greta's hips and rode the dildo in her pussy.

Despite the chill in the room, Greta started to sweat. She felt lucky there were upholstered benches in the lab. She might have slid right off a cold, metal table with how slick her skin was getting and how enthusiastically Ylfa was fucking her.

Greta put her hands on Ylfa's breasts. Her small breasts barely filled her hands. Her nipples pressed hard against Greta's palms.

Ylfa chewed her lower lip.

“What?”

“Boys always make this look so easy.”

Greta giggled. She pulled her hair back from her shoulders.

“We don't have to do this on the edge, you know.”

Ylfa laughed and pulled back.

Having the dildo slip out of her pussy was a disappointment but she knew it wouldn't last long. Greta stretched out on the bench and spread her legs.

The pale elf climbed up after her. For an absurd moment, it looked like she was being pulled along by the cock that was attached to her harness.

Ylfa licked her lips and leaned down so her body was just above Greta's. She kissed Greta's cheek.

“No,” Greta laughed. “That's not ok. Your fingers and your dildo have been inside me. Kiss me right.”

“If it's to be a proper test ...” Ylfa said. Cherry blossoms appeared on her cheeks. She brushed the side of Greta's face with her slender, chilly fingers and slipped her tongue past Greta's lips.

Ylfa's lips tasted like candy but her tongue tasted like pussy.

Greta giggled and her cheeks warmed. The head of the dildo rubbed against her clit and her lips. She reached for it and stroked it, for a moment forgetting that it wasn't a part of Ylfa. The woman wouldn't feel her fingers move across its shaft.

For a moment, she thought about how hot and uncomfortable Ylfa's pussy must be, locked away in the harness while the rest of Ylfa got to have all the fun.

Greta pushed the dildo down a little so its tip was pressed inside her.

Ylfa hummed and slid it inside Greta. She put her hands on Greta's breasts and squeezed gently as she moved the dildo in slow, deliberate motions.

Greta gasped. The dildo or some part of the harness was rubbing against her clit now. Her body shuddered.

“I'm gonna make someone hear bells jingling,” Ylfa teased. She fucked Greta faster. She slipped her right thumb to Greta's clit, pushing aside whatever had been rubbing against her before.

Now it was Ylfa's soft but firm thumb working her clit.

Greta's face went from warm and sweaty to hot in the space of a minute. She couldn't last much longer.

“I want to do you from behind,” Ylfa said.

“You'll push me right off the top!”

“Maybe next time,” Ylfa laughed. Her eyes lowered to Greta's breasts. She kept moving her thumb against her clit.

“See something you like?”

“Hmm,” Ylfa nodded. “Your boobs look like peanut butter cookies kissed with a chocolate chip.”

“That does sound tasty,” Greta giggled. “But I don't like to have my parts described with food.”

“Oh, sorry,” Ylfa said. “Well, they look ... very enticing anyway.”

“I'm going to cum soon,” Greta whispered.

“I sure hope so,” Ylfa snickered. She fucked Greta faster and pressed the fat of her palm against her chubby mound.

The sensations were too much to bear any longer. Her back arched and she squeezed her eyes shut. Ylfa had made her cum and it was heavenly.

It didn't stop. Her body shook. The groaning sound in her ears was coming from her own throat.

Ylfa slid the dildo out of Greta and petted her thigh.

Greta forced her eyes open and watched Ylfa watching her. She'd never realized that Greta liked her so much.

Ylfa kissed her pussy and then sat down with one knee raised and the other leg dangling off of the bench.

A deep, happy sigh of delight filled Greta's body. It hadn't been so long but she hadn't enjoyed it nearly this much the last time.

“Did you want me to use the same toy on you?” she said.

Ylfa got to her feet and grinned.

“I don't know! I picked that one. How about you pick the one you want to use on me?” She pulled the dildo out of the harness and pushed the harness to her ankles. Her panties didn't quite make it with the harness. They were low on her hips, showing off the elf's generous blonde bush.

Ylfa caught Greta's attention and then dropped her panties to the floor.

Greta squeezed her breasts and gave her a kiss on the lips.

When she pulled back, Ylfa looked started and pleased.

Greta ran to check out the other toys. There were vibrators, butt plugs, nipple clamps, rabbits, and wands. Floggers, and handcuffs, and gags, and batons. Cock sleeves and cock rings and leather for all. But could she choose the most perfect sex toy of all?

Her eyes lighted on just the thing. She pulled it from its stand and carefully hid it between her arm and her body.

“What? What is it?” Ylfa said.

“You'll find out. It's going to be a surprise. Hop on the bench again.”

“Someone's going on the naughty list,” Ylfa chided. She looked a little nervous as she climbed back on the red bench top. She got on her back and looked up at the ceiling.

Greta grinned. She ran around the table and got on the bench beside Ylfa. She let the toy down behind her back in easy reach. She leaned over Ylfa and kissed her lips.

Ylfa returned the kiss and put her left hand on Greta's waist.

Greta kissed the elf's right ear. She licked and nibbled almost to the point.

“I thought,” her friend gasped. “You were going to pick a toy.”

“I have to get you ready,” she whispered in Ylfa's ear.

Ylfa whined but nodded. She closed her eyes and let her body flex as Greta teased and caressed it all the way down to the most precious treasure hidden in her golden bush.

Greta's fingers cleared a path. They danced a careful dance between her lilies and her fields. Greta found Ylfa's hood with her fingers and teased it gently.

There was a sharp inhalation like a branch cracking in the snow. The tiniest whimper escaped Ylfa's lips.

Greta smiled. She reached behind her back and grabbed the toy. She turned it on. It made a curious noise, almost like a vibrator but made a little echoing noise. She lined its hole up with Ylfa's clit.

The toy sucked and lifted her little pink clit and grew quiet.

Ylfa's top half raised in shock but she quickly fell back down again. She let Greta keep working.

The quiet was unnerving but Ylfa's body twitched and twisted as the toy worked its magic. Soon, the silence was filled with sounds of Ylfa panting and groaning.

Greta wished she had photographic memory so she could remember this moment forever. She had never seen anything so beautiful as her she elf friend writhing, naked, in pleasure.

“Stop!” Ylfa yelped.

Greta pulled the toy back. It resumed making noise. She cut it off.

Ylfa rolled back and forth with the muscles in her torso contracting and releasing under her skin. Her body quieted down and she sat up suddenly.

“That was ... amazing!” she breathed.

Greta smiled.

“Never surprise me like that again, though,” Ylfa said.

Greta nodded. It seemed like Ylfa was ready to make this a regular thing too. She put the toy beside her and rested her head on Ylfa's chest.

She might have fallen asleep like that if they hadn't been interrupted.

The door creaked open and closed again quickly. It was Old Nick. He had his arm over his eyes.

“Don't mean to pry. Who's in here?”

Greta squelched. She sat up and threw one arm across her breasts and put the other hand on her pussy. Was she about to be fired? Tossed out on her elfin ass just hours before the big day?

“It's just me and Gretty, Nick,” said Ylfa.

Nick gave his characteristic hearty chuckle.

“Would you ladies like a third?”

“We're not fired?” Greta blurted out.

“Of course not,” Nick boomed. “Maybe I'll give you a few minutes to calm down. Cocoa's the thing.”

Nick turned around and walked out the door.

“Whoa,” Greta said.

“What do you think?”

“About what?”

“Riding the old elf's hobby horse,” she giggled. “If you don't want it, I'll take it and you can ride his mouth. Or he can take me from behind while I show you how long my tongue is.” Her joy was palpable.

“Ylfa,” Greta gave her a look. “When was the last time you took your elf control?”

“Whoops,” Ylfa grew pink. “I could take the no-elf-after-all pill.”

“No,” Greta shook her head. “All the elf-pharmacies will be closed tomorrow. I'll ride the old guy's bell ringer and you let him play your harmonica.”

Ylfa nodded.

The old elf came in a few minutes later. He had three mugs of cocoa in his hands and already had his shirt off. His fluffy white beard wasn't quite long enough to hide his chest. He was nearly as old and almost as wise as Holly. That meant he was rather tall for an elf and rather large too.

Greta didn't know if that meant his dick was going to be huge or not but she was curious to know. She happily took the offered mug and sipped on the cocoa. There was a hint of peppermint in it.

“You didn't tip some licker in here, did you Nick?” Ylfa said.

“No,” Nick chortled. “My workshop's a dry zone until New Years at least. A buzzed elf is an injured elf, I always say. The misses drops peppermints in them around this time of year.”

So Holly did know they were about to ride Old Nick.

“So, Mr. —” Greta started.

“No, no, no,” he waved his free hand. “You've been here almost a year. Call me Nick.”

“Ok, Nick. Me and Ylfa talked it over. We do want to ride you.”

“Greta!” Ylfa's eyes were as wide as saucers.

“Ha ha ha ha,” Old Nick laughed and set his mug on the metal table. “Don't you worry, Ylfa. I'm not offended. How shall we begin?” There was a twinkle in his eye.

Greta put her cocoa down beside his and unbuttoned Nick's pants. She pulled them down to his ankles. He stepped out of them.

His cock was soft but a little long for all that. He had a pleasant white bush only a little darker than his beard that only showed off hints of his balls. He pulled off his red jacket and the shirt underneath that.

“On the bench, Nick,” Greta said after drooling over Nick's cock for perhaps a little too long.

Nick laughed and got on the bench. He propped his head up on his hands behind his head and watched.

Greta blushed as she remembered she was still naked. Were there any parts of her body that he favored? She climbed up on the bench between his legs and started stroking his cock.

“Nick, did you want to play with my tits?” Ylfa said.

Nick gave a hearty laugh and pulled one hand out from behind his head. He fondled Ylfa's left breast.

“It's looks like that's not quite where you want my fingers, dear,” he gave her a dirty look.

“Oh, no,” she waggled her finger at him. “We have a plan.”

“We can improvise,” Greta said.

Ylfa stepped close and presented Nick with her hairy pussy.

The older elf smiled and slipped a finger between Ylfa's legs.

She gave a little jump.

“Oh, I'm sorry, Ylfa. My fingers must be cold.”

“It's ok, Nick,” she blushed. “I'm sure they'll warm up soon.”

He gave a hearty chuckle.

Greta took the old elf's cock in her mouth. It was almost hard now but she had wanted to taste it at least once before she put it in her.

Nick looked back and forth between Ylfa and Greta with an almost innocent lust in his eyes. His big beard hid his face a little but his cheeks were almost as red as his cock had been before she started sucking on it.

She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and sucked it. It was too long to fit the whole thing in her mouth but she let it touch the back of her throat a little.

“Gretty,” Ylfa whispered. “Are you forgetting the plan?”

Greta shook her head. She sat up and walked her knees forward until his cock pressed against her. She smiled and lifted her butt.

Nick grabbed his cock and helped point it in the right direction.

She slowly lowered herself until it was as far in as it would go.

He still had a little extra to spare. It wasn't as big as the toy Ylfa had chosen to use on her but it was warm and alive and every bit of it was sending pleasing signals to Old Nick's brain.

Greta looked up at him and smiled.

“Can I touch you, dear?”

She nodded.

He reached for her tummy first. She had a very little one. He seemed to like it.

Greta steadied herself, placing her hands on his sides. She began to ride him.

He still rubbed Ylfa's pussy but Ylfa seemed distracted.

“Ylfa,” Greta said.

“Uh huh,” she whispered.

“Are you ready for your part?”

“Yes,” she nodded.

“Nick, Ylfa is going to ride your face now.”

He let out a hearty chuckle and nodded. He pulled his fingers away from her pussy and pulled her closer to him.

Ylfa climbed on top of the bench and then lifted her right leg over Nick's face. She adjusted her placement and plopped her hands on the end of the bench. That tilted her upper body forward and gave Greta a nice look at her ass.

In the warm light of the lab, it was hard to tell where Nick's beard ended and Ylfa's bush began. Every time Ylfa moved, Greta watched the muscles in her butt flex. It was a fascinating and arousing view.

Nick reached for Greta's breasts.

She leaned forward so he could get them. Then she started to ride in earnest. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been on top with a he elf.

His hand was soft but his grasp was firm. His dick felt like it had thickened inside her. Not hard but plump and filling.

Greta rested her hands on Ylfa's calves and let almost the full length of Nick move in and out of her. Arousal leaked out of her like juice.

In front of her, Ylfa's movements had reached an almost urgent pace.

Greta grinned at the thought of her friend's juices permeating the old elf's beard. She felt something inside her. She couldn't last much longer but she didn't want to give this up yet.

She tried to hold on.

Nick let her breast go and felt for her clit.

“Nick!” she gasped.

“I know, Greta. We're waiting on you!”

She nodded, knowing that neither Nick nor Ylfa would be able to see her.

Nick's jolly belly jiggled and his dick jerked inside her.

His finger made her cum.

Her pussy squeezed hard against him.

Ylfa squealed and raised her butt high. A sticky strand of her arousal left a trail down to the old elf's beard.

Greta gasped a sigh of relief as pleasure filled every inch of her.

Nick's cock still struggled inside her.

She giggled. It was like the old thing had a mind of its own and was very happy indeed. She rested her head on Nick's chest.

Ylfa turned around and set her butt down beside Nick and her head the other side of Nick's chest. She had a sinful grin on her face. She kissed Greta's nose.

“How's that for a holiday party?” Greta said with a smile.

“Party?” Nick's whole body shook with laughter. “The party's not for a few more hours yet!” He squeezed Greta's ass cheek.

Greta slipped Nick's cock out of her pussy and settled down beside him.

It wasn't quite hard any more and some of the cream filling was leaking out the end.

Ylfa laughed and bent down. She cleaned up Nick with her mouth.

“Careful, girl. Little Nick's not ready for round two.”

“Little Nick,” Ylfa snorted. “He's pretty big for the nickname little.”

“You might think so. You should ask Edgar to see his sometime,” Nick smiled. “Now, let's get you girls cleaned up so we can start the party properly!”

It would be unfair to tell you what was in the elf stockings the morning of the twenty-fifth but it can be said it was a very jolly holiday.

🧑🏻‍🎄✨The End✨❄️🧝🏿‍♀️🧝🏻‍♀️

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