Pixie Dust, Boots and Reindeer by Linzé Brandon

Accolade sat back in the chair and parked her motorbike boots on the desk. Eye-balling the fresh vodka martini with a grin, she relaxed and took an appreciative sip.

“‘Twas the night before Christmas,” she quoted and settled her shoulders back, “and I am going to get rip roaring drunk.”

Pursing her lips, she held up the glass and toasted her boots. “My wish for Christmas this year: another drink.”

She drained the glass and reached for the bottle already mixed the way she liked it–extra dry and crisp. “Damn,” she muttered, “that was good.”

Peace and quiet and a drink, what more could she ask for.

“What are you doing?”

Sighing Accolade opened one eyelid and glared at the elf.

“Go away, I am busy.”

Sandi planted his hands on his hips. “You have to get ready. By the time the sun sets Santa will be ready to leave.”

She filled and drained the glass once again. “Damn, I need a bigger glass.”

Shrugging, it was too much trouble to go and get one, she laid her head back on the chair. “Not going,” she replied.

The elf sputtered and stuttered and coughed at the same time.

Accolade canted her head. “Amazing,” she said. “How do you do that?”

For a moment she thought he was going to burst a vein, but he puffed his cheeks and stomped off.

“Alone at last,” she uttered, raising the empty glass to his retreating figure.

Since she couldn’t get drunk, trying to do so was a futile exercise. She would only end up feeling nauseous and itching all over.

Just the thought of it made her skin itch.

Bored out of her skull, she contemplated taking a ride on a reindeer. Then again, that was what had caused the problem in the first place. Not that the reindeer actually pulled the sleigh through the air, it was all pure magic.

“Note to self: take reindeer rides on Christmas Eve off the to-do list.”

Not much fun this Christmas Eve was turning out to be. She wondered about taking a shower, when a stampede came running in her direction.

“Took him long enough,” she said aloud, but took her feet down and rearranged her long hair.

Bed mussed was always a good look for a girl when she’s pissed. She didn’t need make-up, so didn’t bother to check the condition of her long lashes or the colour of her practised pout.

The only thing she hated was her eyes.

Eyes that were too large for her face, making her look like a child instead of the mature and three hundred and something year old female that she was.

With the noise almost at the door, she adjusted her mini skirt. She looked down and pulled the hem higher another three inches. Satisfied that the bare essentials were still covered, she crossed her arms and waited.

The moment Nicholas stepped inside his office, he knew three things: she had had her boots on his desk again, she had been drinking and she was as horny as his reindeer in mating season.

That look in her face was way too familiar. His first reaction was to call her bluff, but those big purple pixie eyes were not happy at all.

“Leave us,” he growled at the elves that had followed him.

“But we have to leave soon,” Sandi wailed. Sometimes he wanted to slap the elf for being such a bloody pain in the ass.

“Not now.”

“But Santa…,” the high pitched wail made him wince.

“Go and make sure that everything is ready, I will be there shortly,” he said not taking his eyes off her face. “And close the doors behind you.”

One or two others were about to say something more, but he cut them off. “Now!”

“What is this I hear about you not going?”

He had a million things still to do, and wasn’t in the mood for one of her tantrums.

She cocked her hip and played with a few strands of her black hair. “Never thought you were hard of hearing.”

Nicholas sighed and ran his hands through his hair. A few silver strands caught his eye. The change was already under way.

Most people thought of Santa Claus as a big, elderly guy with white hair and a long beard. For one night of the year he was, because let’s face it, a seven foot elf built like a line-backer would not be exactly the kind of guy people wanted around their children in the middle of the night.

It wasn’t his favourite persona, but for one night of the year it served its purpose.

He approached the pixie whose help he needed to get down chimneys in an hour. Pixie dust stretched chimneys for his well-rounded alter ego to fit. Aside from not having the time to go through doors, pixie dust also helped him get into homes that did not have a chimney.

Unfortunately, it also made his sleigh and eight reindeer fly faster than anything else. Time was a precious commodity, especially tonight. He barely had a minute to spare to get to all the children around the globe in one night.

If she was not going to cooperate, Christmas was not happening this year. That, however, was not an option. Ever.

Pixie dust didn’t come in a bottle, so she had to go with him for it to work its magic.

He sniffed the air when he stood before her. Then again, a pissed off horny pixie was one hell of a turn-on and he could skip a few of the items on his to-do list.

This little pixie was challenging him and it was time to teach her a lesson.

His arms snaked around her before she could move a muscle.

“Put me down. You cannot make me do anything,” she said at the same punching his shoulders. Her tiny fists barely registered.

While he could use force, he wasn’t going to. Seduction and coercion were so much more pleasant.

He pushed his hand under her skirt and ripped her panties away, just as a knock came on the door. Taking his time to explore her sweet little ass, he slipped two fingers inside her.

“Go away, Sandi!” he called around her gasp.

He didn’t know if the elf had left or if he had his ear to the door. Right now he couldn’t care a fig about Christmas.

The only thing that was on his mind was to get his rigid cock inside this sweet pussy.

Accolade dug her fingers into his shoulders, but he only hitched her higher until her legs found their way around his hips. Her skirt was no barrier as it had risen high enough to show her naked pussy to him.

He twisted his fingers this way and that way, making her groan and causing her juices to leak out.

“You are a naughty pixie,” he growled. “Causing heart break for all the little children in the world.”

She squirmed on his fingers, but he was relentless in keeping up the slow to and fro. If this was the punishment he had in mind, it was working dammit. She needed to come, not get more horny.

“More,” she demanded before sealing her lips to his in a kiss meant to set his pants on fire. He wasn’t playing nice, and took control of the kiss as soon as their tongues touched. Instead of getting down to it, he planted his butt on the desk and set her down on his lap.

The hard heat of him ground against her clit, but he held her tight enough that she couldn’t rub against him to get to the right angle.


She jumped as his free hand landed on her ass, making her move against his hand. It hurt, but the pleasure shooting through her veins at the same time was only driving her arousal higher.


Her other butt cheek got the impact this time, but it was not enough stimulation to make her come. Bastard.

Panting and needing air she pulled her head away and tried to angle her hips to get his cock to rub at just the right angle.


The single word stopped her mid-rub.

“This is torture,” she groaned.

He just arched an eyebrow and kept twisting his fingers to and fro.

“You will come with me tonight,” he said after a moment. “You will use your magic to help me distribute all the gifts tonight.”

Accolade wanted to scream in frustration. Her body was on fire. Her nipples were begging to be sucked, her pussy to be fucked, and all he wanted to do was to talk business?

He pressed on her clit, making her scream.

So close. Just one more wiggle. And she would be there.

He pulled his thumb away and returned to the slow to and fro of his fingers.

“Please,” she was ready, really.

His fingers stopped all together.

“No,” she was begging now.

“Answer me.”

The slow twisting inside her started again. Teasing her. Keeping her primed but it was not enough.

“Yes,” she panted. “Okay, I will help. Just let me come, please!”

Whoever said that elves didn’t have magic, have never riled one up like she had. Faster than she could blink he had switched places, pressed her to her back on the desk, ripped open his pants and was balls deep inside of her.

It was tight, he was filling her up to her eyeballs, but it was perfect.

Pixie purple locked onto elven green eyes.

It was what he had waited for before he started to move.

She anchored her hands to his upper arms, and heard things shift and move and fall from the desk, but not for single a moment did either of them look away from the other.

It was hard.

It was fast.

It was incredible.

Accolade arched her back as Nicholas’ orgasm shook her apart molecule by molecule. Pixie dust blew around the room, settling in every conceivable place.

Three, four, five more thrusts and she came apart once more.

Her hands fell away as the energy of satisfaction drained from her body.

His arms encircled her body and caressing hands gentled her down from the peak.

A tear slipped down her cheek, and she felt his tongue lap it up from her skin.

There were no words necessary.

He got up, but resumed his former position with her on his lap, ignoring the glittering particles strewn over the desk.

Another knock sounded followed by a high pitched wail. “We have to go!”

Ignoring the irritating voice, Nicholas looked down at her with a mock frown on his face. “You made us late, woman.”

Accolade arched an eyebrow. “You could have come earlier.”

His deep laugh vibrated through her body and made her smile. “Yes, I could have,” he replied.

He cupped her cheek with one hand. “You are a naughty pixie, but I still love you.”

She grinned and gave him a quick kiss. “I know you do.”

They disengaged from their tight embrace and stood smiling at each other.

Santa Claus adjusted his belt and winked at her.

She wiped a speck of dust from his shoulders and nodded, her red hat bobbing with her. Taking a moment to check her own belt, coat and boots, then readjusting her hat she winked at him.

He held out his arm just as a panicked elf stormed through the office door.

She pursed her lips at the rude elf. One of these days she was going to kick his butt straight back through that door.

“Mrs Claus, shall we go and make the children happy?”

The silver haired lady smiled up at him and placed her hand in the crook of his elbow. “I thought you would never ask, Mr Claus.”

Impatient Sandi tittered behind the “Ho, ho, ho,” of his boss.

Once outside they took a moment to take deep breaths of the crisp Arctic air. They shared a smile as a aurora shifted and curved above their heads rapidly being covered in drifting snowflakes.

The reindeer shook their antlers and stomped their hooves equally as impatient as the head elf. They knew this was the night of the year. They watched as the humans made their way over to the sleigh bulging with bags of Christmas cheer–a trail of pixie dust dancing with the snowflakes in the wake of their heavy boots.



Linze Brandon

Linze Brandon

More About the Author Linze Brandon

Teaching herself to read before she went to school, it was the start of her life long love affair with books. Trained as an engineer, Linzé has worked as an export consultant and is presently a project manager at a company that designs and manufactures products for the military industry. Although she still loves to read, she also enjoys counted stitch embroidery, archery, fly fishing, painting abstracts, her husband’s medal winning photographs and watching Manchester United play.

She is one of the moderators of the Google+ group, Writer’s Rabbit Hole, and leads the Pretoria Writers’ Group, who can boast four members who are published authors in various genres.

Linzé Brandon lives in Pretoria, South Africa, with her engineer husband and German Shepherds who are convinced that the world revolves only around them.

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Book links:
HUNGER,   PERFECT,   Géra’s Gift,   Keeper of the Dragon Sword,    Their+1,   Bubble, Trouble, and Don’t Call Me Sweetheart   

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