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Listen up! Don’t say I don’t do anything nice for you people. Because right here, right now, I present you gorgeous readers with a cut sex scene from my recent Christmas book…

Angry Santa Elves kidnap Princess Tristabelle, a pure elf, and teach her the true meaning of Christmas…….

 

The Cut Scene:

Skewered by two black dongs, her nipples sucked into swollen pulp, the whore princess thrashed around like a pig in slop. Quite fitting considering she began making obscene pig noises.

 

“OINK! OINK! OINK!”:

 

One junior elf did not enjoy the oinking noises and so shoved dirty underwear into Tristabelle’s mouth. Her thick saliva pooled around the briefs, but the noise did not stop.

 

“MMMMFOINK!MMMFOINJKMMMOINK!MMOINK!””

 

“Don’t degrade the kings of the elves with pig noises!” Blue Beard shouted.

 

Handlebar Mustache drilled her ass for maximum pain. Her flesh could barely stretch to accommodate his beef stick.  As he owned the airhead she began snorting most obscenely and unladylike before ejecting the dirty underwear and letting out a loud “soooooweeeeeeeeeeeee!”.

 

This annoyed the underwear-toting elf, and he shoved his dirty briefs back into her mouth. The smell was terrible and she could taste his rank musk. Her beautiful eyes welled with tears, for the stench was too much to endure. The only reason she was spared more of it was that Orange Goatee replaced the underwear with his mighty dong.

 

“Rub you lips around the shaft of your Christmas past, present and future! He who has journeyed through the ends of Christmas sins has arrived to present to you your Master and Lord!”

 

Of all the guys Tristabelle had sucked off this orange-haired elf had to be the weirdest. Even weirder than that 973-year-old vampire who lived in the mud hut and liked to do scenes from  “Cabaret” while getting his dick sucked.

 

Orange Goatee fucked her mouth like it was a sex toy. A rather cheap one at that. Like one he’d throw away after use.

 

“The North Pole elves are the cream of the crop, and you are the bottom of the barrel! We built the Kentendo Pee-U! No one does it better!” Blue beard declared.

 

Her eyes first started rolling back and forth. Then they began bulging to the point they looked like they might explode. Princess Tristabelle was far weaker than her big sister, Astrid, and thus could barely breathe as she was brutally pounded. Astrid probably wouldn’t even deign to suck to begin with.

 

“Mmfmfmfmfmfm!” Tristabellle whined around the dick that filled her mouth. By now the elves realized there weren’t going to be any profound epiphanies coming pass those ruby red lips. But the whore princess kept babbling away even as she was throat fucked.

 

“MffmfmMfmgfmmfmfmfmfmfmfmm!”

 

She continued to grunt like some kind of wild animal. Something far dirtier than a pig, she was in a class of her own. Asgard help her, how could a princess be humiliated in such a way?

 

“The cream rises to the top and dirt sinks to the bottom! Dig it!” Blue Beard shouted.

 

A new set of junior elves were fondling her golden globes, while another was tugging on her golden locks rather cruelly. Of course she couldn’t forget about Blue Beard who tore down her walls with his black sabre. The ditzy princess screamed as he battered her perpetually tight pussy.

 

Momentarily free of the cock, Tristbelle whined,  “I am the jewel of the kingdom! I can not be gotten with child! Not if the child is to be born with a funny colored beard!”

 

“The only jewel you are is a cock ring!” Handlebar Mustache declared.

 

 

 

One thing that made Princess Tristabelle such a popular target for rogues and villains was that she was tight to fuck and easy to break. Penises could stuff her, her fur burger would struggle to accept them, and she could do nothing but whimper and whine against the haughty cheers of her captors.

 

“Tell us who the bitch is!” Handlebar Mustache ordered her.

 

“It is my Geometry teacher. I have already told you. And people say I am stupid.”

 

That didn’t make Blue Beard and Handlebar very happy. They would have fucked her stupid, but alas Tristabelle reached that point long ago. But they kept pounding her, jamming in, in, in, in, impossibly in, until Tristabelle felt conquered by their dicks.

 

“Sooooowweeeeeee!” the piggy princess shouted against her will.

 

It was the dick in her shitter that drove her to cry like that. She could only imagine how the black member looked disappearing between her white ass cheeks. The AllFather surely built such a tight, taut ass for show, not to go, based on its restrictive entryway. But his golden creation was being mercilessly degraded and desecrated.

 

The royal nitwit kept snorting, not intelligent enough even to feign some semblance of dignity. Although in her vapid mind, having someone inside you lent their brain power to you. This theory led to this profound thought…

 

“You are heartless villains!” she cried. “You are violating a future queen! Well…queen should

one or two or eight siblings abdicate their positions. But I assure you it could happen!”

 

That she managed to verbalize thoughts and feelings was quite impressive because she shortly went back to snorting and oinking. It was clear Tristabelle didn’t need a bedroom for a fuck when a barnyard would do just fine. Somewhere there was a pig wondering why she was being bred on silk sheets.

 

“SOOOWEEEEEEEEEE!” Tristballe wailed, unable to control her shameful sound effects.

 

This just made the elves share a good laugh. A good Christmas laugh! It may have been fun to ride in a one horse open sleigh for the holidays. But it was even more fun to ride a wide open pig princess. Indeed they felt they deserved this prize after the crunch to produce 5,244  Gary Potter Pogwarts Great Dildo wand building kits.

 

“And what about my present?” Tristabelle whined. “It was very big! I began unwrapping the present, expecting a new pony, only to be assaulted by those hung like horses! How dare you deny me such a big present? Why, the people who left me that present must be distraught!”

 

The elves didn’t or couldn’t collect one response between the lot of them. What words could form after hearing such utter idiocy?

 

The princess thought for certain her weight would crush poor Blue Beard eventually. At some point his endurance would break beneath her and she’d triumph like Astrid. But she overestimated her own size. Although lean with muscle, the only weight she carried belonged to her big fat sweater meat. Thus little meat head continued to drive upward, pounding her as if he didn’t give two fucks about her.

 

Tristabelle’s lithe body was laid across an oak table, knocking off miniature glittery pink Christmas trees.. Despite having once been fucked on such glorious accommodations as a bed of rocks, against a brick house, over a trash can, and with her head stuck through a railing, she still complained about the table,

 

“This table does not suit a lady of my stature! Have you not at least a table Queen Charlotte dined on? I shall even accept one used by an American first lady.”

 

“Someone shut her up,” Handlebar Mustache growled.

 

Blue Beard spoke loud as usual, “What style what grace myself and the brothers have exhibited tonight! Junior Elves, this woman looks down on you, she doesn’t like your style, she doesn’t like your ways. She doesn’t even see you as men, boys. Are you going to let her get away with that?”

 

Blue Beard had only two things going for him, his giant dick and his way with words. Those masterful ways spurred an already horny pair of junior elves to swarm upon Tristabelle.

 

“The North Pole Elves cannot be denied!” Blue Beard boasted.

 

That the junior elves needed stools to reach her probably didn’t help Tristabelle see them as men. But as one roughly shoved his fat pecker up her amazingly still tight cunt and another invaded her mouth, she knew she dealt with men of inflamed passions.

 

“Gruuhghhggh!” she mumbled around the dick that slid in so deep that pubic hair tickled her nose.

 

How her captors always loved to throat fuck her! Turn her upside down, and batter her mouth until her teeth rattled. The AllFather must have built her cupid’s bow lips to swallow schlongs. If only he had blessed her with some form of resilience. As always the situation grew more demanding for the poor princess; the junior elf reamed her so hard his teeny weeny balls began slapping against her cute widdle nose. It was as if someone kept dancing gumdrops on her face.

 

But the cock that filled her fur muffin! What it lacked in length it made up for in width. The fat hunk of meat caused Tristabelle to worry about being split in two. Not metaphorically split in two, but literally split in two, broken in half by a short fat dong. Like the poor ladies at the magic shows!

 

“Urrrrrrrrrrggghghg….” She groaned helplessly around the meatsicle in her mouth. A giant gob of mucus and spit seeped from her sore, jack-hammered mouth. “Urrghgghgh!” She cried again, eyes bulging yet again. It was a wonder those purple orbs didn’t finally shatter into dust.

 

The junior elf in her semen locker dropped off his load with a guttural roar. That big load of spunk surged through her and had her howling around the dick that savaged her mouth. This alarmed Tristabelle to no end! Two North Pole elves had come inside her! What if she gave birth to a baby with two fathers? What would his last name be?