"I don't think I'll be able to walk until next Christmas," Callie flashed him a wicked smile before dipping two fingers between her thighs and then Licking away the sticky-sweet juices she brought back a few seconds Later.

“Mmm, yum."

The sight of her happily licking her fingers of the proceeds of their sex sent a quiet little thrill through him, and he immediately felt his cock tingle again.

“You've got to be kidding me.“ He looked down between his thighs at the insistent beast, finding that it rallying itself already for round 3.

"You know how it goes, ‘tis the season to be jolly." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“Well then, let's go be jolly in your bed for a while whilst my knees recover."

“Sure, you go on up and I'll be with you in about three hours when I can feel my Legs again.”

"Oh, well we can't be having that now, can we?" He chuckled, summoning his strength and rising to his feet before leaning down to tuck an arm under her legs and another behind her back.

It didn't take much effort to hoist her up, for she weighed practically nothing despite her own rather incredible strength. Though she did quickly wrap her arms around his shoulders to plant a contented kiss on his lips.

“I really like the way you think, Wendall," she said.

He carried her upstairs soon after that and once they were in bed it didn't take long for Callie's Lower body to become strangely alive once again once he was back inside her. By the time they had finished up there and stumbled down to what remained of the feast, they both heartily agreed that it was the best Christmas they'd ever had.

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1 Year Later.

The snows had fallen, the ride had been taken, the presents had been delivered, and once again Santa and his favourite elf were snuggled together in bed snoozing through the day.

It had been a very exhausting year for everyone at the North Pole, because not only had they needed to produce millions of gifts but also to bring the workshops back up to scratch.

Near the bed there was a window that Led out onto a balcony overlooking a large underground winter wonderland garden. It was a much more pleasant sight to look out upon than the great depths of the endless production belts. Those had been done away with in favour of smaller work-stations for each elf set on multiple floors as opposed to a seemingly bottomless pit.

The elves were much happier, and their output had increased by 50 percent without exhaustion seeping away at their magic. Over the course of the year, each captain of the elven workforce had been made a high-elf by Santa himself. The workers did sometimes get on with each other a bit too well, and elven resources spent a good deal of their time prying apart overly affectionate couples during the days. Their residences had been returned to their former state, with each elf being given their own bedroom rather than the communal barracks they'd shared before. Although it seemed that they had grossly overestimated the number of rooms they really needed, as most of them tended to wander into each others rooms at night to enjoy themselves. Over half of the beds usually remained empty on any given night, but at Least they all now had a place to keep their stuff.

Beside him, he felt Callie stir and nuzzle her face against his chest, pushing the thick white beard out of the way. His hand slowly lifted to run his fingers through her hair and she let out a little hum of delight.

“Let's not get up today," she said.

“But it's Christmas Day! I thought you looked forward to this all year long?" He chuckled with amusement. If truth be told he wasn't exactly eager to get moving when she was so nicely snuggled up beside him.