“Another what? Another me? Oh, you mean the other Santa?"

"Yes, the other Santa!" She started to wiggle in his arms and he immediately set her feet back down on the floor so she could step away from him. Lifting both her arms to wrap around herself, she seemed oddly troubled given the circumstances. "He died when he was with me.

That's why I was the one that had to come get you.”

"Oh." Wendall nodded, his cock wilting slightly at the thought she'd just presented him with.

“Were you two...?"

"Yeah." She nodded, looking back to him somewhat self-consciously.

“Well, I wasn't involved all that much. I bent over the table for him and slipped down my tights. Then after he got started I kinda zoned out for a bit and started thinking about how I was going to decorate my tree this year. Like I said, he wasn't exactly talented when it came to fucking. He was just... industrious. Then just as he started grunting up a storm, he made this noise that sounded a Little like he was about to take a crap before he fell back clutching his chest. I think he was dead when he hit the floor. Scared the living fairy-lights out of me!"

“I imagine it would!" Concerned, Wendall stepped forward and put his hands upon her bare shoulders before gently pulling her to his chest in a comforting hug. It was a full half-second before he felt her arms lift up and settle around him.

“Thanks, Wendall."

"Glad we got over Pubert quickly."

He heard a somewhat stifled Laugh before he felt her teeth Lightly bite his nipple.

“Ow! Hey!" He rubbed the reddened area a few times whilst she lifted her head to grin up at him devilishly. "So, I can die then?"

“Hell yeah!" Her expression shifted and she nodded with concern.

"You're a heck of a lot harder to kill, and you could manage to live forever. You can use magic to get past a lot of things that would have most people pushing up daisies. Still, if you're dumb enough to drink a river of liquor and eat nothing but pastries then sooner or later your arteries will just surrender like anyone else's would."

“Good tip." He nodded. "Make sure I get a salad once in a while, and plenty of exercise."

She sighed mournfully.

“I've been working on getting you exercising but it sure ain't easy. My incentives aren't working as well as I hoped.”

“Your incentives are working pretty fucking spectacularly. Trust me."

That brought a bright smile back to her features.

“Ok then," he continued. "Do you know what can make someone's heart beat faster that doesn't involve an imminent coronary?"