Naughty or Nice?

Author's note. Merry Christmas, happy holidays, happy new year, and all that good stuff! I got this particular idea due to boredom, curious research on Mrs. Claus, and my own natural curiosity. I intended to post this on Christmas Day but because I was busy I am a little late. Now since this is an ADULT story starring Santa Claus he will be perverted and he will be having sex in this story so if you don't want to envision Santa Claus having some nice, hot, sex feel free to read another fic but for those who want to read a nice perverting of Santa Claus here it is!

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It was the first of December. The busiest and most active month of the year in the North Pole and for obvious reasons, Christmas was on its way fast!

Everybody in the North Pole had something to do and a role to play. The elves were making toys for good kids and kids at heart by hand, technology, and elvish magic as well as training and feeding the reindeer to keep them in shape and healthy and fit for the big flight on Christmas Eve among other assorted details to make sure that Santa's flight went as smoothly as possible. However Santa Claus, the man himself wasn't exactly in the holiday spirit. This was the first Christmas in ages that his beloved Mrs. Claus wouldn't be with him after she died months ago.

Nicholas and Martha were the real names of Santa and Mrs. Claus and they have been together since they were teenagers. She loved him before he was Santa Claus. Marthat stood with him back when they only had Donner and Vixen as their only two reindeer and he worked for the church as a minister and healer while making wooden gifts for good children in the village by hand before he earned sainthood. Martha was with him when he befriended some generous, noble, yet nomadic magical elves who also wanted to make gifts (the relatives and descendants of which work for him), and stood side by as the turned their polar village into an empire of Christmas wonder so he could give gifts to the good little kids and as the generations passed kids at heart since he found out that adults were essentially just older kids in recent decades as long as they held some semblance of belief in him. Martha was loyal, loving, helpful, and an all-around good wife to Saint Nicholas.

But now Santa Claus' was alone without his faithful lover and companion. Christmas just didn't feel the same for him anymore. He didn't carry himself with his usual jolly demeanor and it made what was usually his favorite time of the year painful to bear. He stood in front of his mirror on his plush lounge that was lined with Christmas lights and a fully lit tree with candy canes and garland and all of the holiday trimmings around that would usually make him happy but not today.

"I miss you Martha," the burly white-haired man said in the mirror, imagining his wife by his side. Martha's healthy body against his own, making sure his traditional red and white suit was neat and even on his stocky and solid body and his black and silver belt was securely around his waist so he could look his best before his fateful flight.

With a heavy sigh he walked to his green chair and just sat there in cold contemplation, imagining Martha checking up on the elves or working the weather forecast before the flight and scheduling the best route through the timezones of Earth (it was also Mrs. Claus' idea to modernize the entire village with technology to compliment elvish magic and old fashioned working hands) and just stayed there in his chair looking distant and bored and outright disinterested in the most important day of the year.

However he did perk up a little bit at the sound of someone knocking on the side door of his lounge

"It's Sixpence," said the voice of one of Santa's elves from the outside of the room.

"Come in Sixpence," Santa said with a slightly more lively tone. He totally forgot that Sixpence told him that he was on a search for something that Santa was reluctant to have so soon considering his melancholy mood but Sixpence was sure it would lift his spirits.

The young brown haired elf Sixpence stepped into his Santa's cozy lounge wearing a green and silver elf suit that was adorned with medals of accomplishment on in elfin duties over his heart such as a Reindeer medal for best Reindeer breeder, an ornament for best decorator, a Santa Claus pin for best toymaker, and an elf hat for best spellcaster. He was the most decorated elf in Santa's entire empire and his right hand man, the lead elf, and he was ready to talk to the big man himself.

"So Santa. Are you ready to meet the new Mrs. Claus?" Sixpence asked while he stood next to the stocky bearded man.

"I guess," Santa said following a sigh. He showed little interest in having a new Mrs. Claus but Sixpence insisted that he get himself back in the game with a new wife as soon as possible and that the elf would take care of all the matchmaking and all the searching for him. Besides a Mrs. Claus would do wonders for Santa both around the business gaziantep escort ilanları and for his heart even if he didn't fully believe it.

"Come on cheer up Santa. I made sure these girls are just for you to have, to hold, and to love. All you have to do is pick between these two" the elf said with a smile at the end of his accidental rhyme. All Santa had to do was choose between one of the two girls he had recruited for him to be his new Mrs. Claus but Santa wasn't sure he was ready to let go just yet.

"I still can't believe I let you go on this search for my new wife so soon Sixpence. I mean I still miss Martha," Santa said while looking at his most skilled elf. Martha had been with him since he was a young man and despite the aid Mrs. Claus could give to his work as Santa and his heart as a man he felt a bit of regret for even doing this but Sixpence was persistent and direct in insisting otherwise for Saint Nicholas.

"I know Santa I do but Martha..she's dead. You have to move on. You're stronger than this, you have to move on I mean you're not too old to find another Mrs. Claus. It's the right thing to do for you and your empire and trust me I know you'll love the girls I have in mind for you to choose from," Sixpence smiled which earned a little "We'll see" from the bringer of gifts, he was patient enough to have an open mind towards his elf's plan and after Sixpence's comment was said it was time to introduce the lucky ladies for Santa to chose from.

"Isabella! Scarlett!" Sixpence beckoned the waiting girls to appear and introduced themselves to Santa.

And what Santa saw was a sight to behold without a doubt. Two young women, a blonde and a black haired beauty Isabella and Scarlett. They had pretty faces, voluptuous bodies, and the sexiest holiday themed attire they could find as they answered Sixpence's call and introduced themselves to Santa and the Elf that called them. However judging by the quizzical look in Santa's blue eyes he wasn't exactly amused by this which would cause disbelief in most men considering how Isabella and Scarlett looked.

The raven haired Isabella wore a curve-hugging dress that looked closer to Santa's attire but far sexier. She had black thigh pantyhose It was red with a bit of white cotton lining the breast of the dress with a small black belt with silver buckle that was short enough to show off her ample cleavage and granted him a visible peek of her black thong.

However the golden blonde Scarlett wasn't about to be outdone with her outfit. It was a red and white dress with cotton lining the breasts, bottom, and straps of the dress and white lining the rest of the attire that was cut in an hourglass shape, appropriate considering her heaving bust and thick hips that were clothed with thigh high white lace stockings. With the girls dressing like that with the bodies that they had how could Santa choose which would be his Mrs. Claus but Santa wasn't exactly amused by this sight

"Are these the girls you brought for me Sixpence?" Santa asked with a hint of sternness in his voice while he observed the ladies in front of him from top to bottom in his green chair.

"That's right sir. I'm letting you decide between these two ladies because I couldn't decide on whether or not Mrs. Claus should be naughty...or nice," Sixpence said.

And once Sixpence said that little sentence Isabella and Scarlett did their best to persuade Santa without saying a word. Isabella stood on Santa's left, Scarlett stood on his right, and they both looked sexy as could be presenting themselves to Santa. Sixpence believed that the best way to lift Santa's mood was with a sweet, sexy, slutty Mrs. Claus for him to love. Forget the traditional sweetness and helpfulness around Santa's empire that the late Martha provided, that would come in time the young elf man believed. Now Santa needed some good sex in his life with a beautiful woman that loved him.

Isabella definitely looked like she was a naughty girl. She had a sultry smile while she swayed her thick hips in place, showing off her hourglass figure that effortlessly filled out the red