Tiny Tooth Fairy covers Santa with fairy dust, swelling his huge cock. He snorts it off her tits, then stretches her tiny cunt wide on it till she leaks.
Santa had just finished the last of the Christmas Eve deliveries. The sleigh sat parked on a moonlit cloud bank above the Arctic Circle, the reindeer dozing in their harnesses. He was still in the red suit, the heavy crimson wool and deep velvet jacket hanging open so the thick white fur trim framed his bare chest and the heavy swell of his gut. The black belt hung loose. His trousers were shoved down just far enough that the thick outline of his cock strained hard against the fabric.
The Tooth Fairy appeared in a swirl of glittering light. She was tiny, barely the length of his forearm from the tips of her iridescent wings to the soles of her bare feet. Her body was slight and perfect, pale skin dusted with faint glitter, small high breasts, a narrow waist, and a soft little mound between her thighs. Her cunt was a tight, neat pink slit no bigger than the pad of his thumb when closed.
She flew higher, cupped her small hands, and blew a thick cloud of shimmering fairy dust straight across his chest, his open red jacket, and the heavy bulge in his trousers.
The moment the dust touched him, Santa’s cock surged.
It swelled violently inside the red wool, thickening and lengthening until the fabric creaked. The white fur trim of his open fly stretched wide as the massive shaft forced its way free, now even thicker than before, veins standing out in dark ridges, the fat head flushed almost purple and already leaking a thick stream of pre-cum. The red suit framed it obscenely: the open crimson jacket, the loose black belt, the white fur cuffs, and that enormous cock jutting out hard and heavy.
Santa’s eyes locked on her. Hunger flooded his face.
“Get over here,” he growled.
She floated closer. Her small high breasts were dusted with the same glittering powder. Santa grabbed her tiny body with one massive hand, yanked her against his chest, and bent his head. He pressed his nose between her soft tits and snorted hard, loud greedy lines of fairy dust disappearing up his nostrils like pure cocaine. The rush hit him instantly. His cock throbbed even harder, a thick pulse of pre-cum spilling from the tip and dripping onto the white fur trim of his trousers. He snorted another line off the upper curve of her breast, then licked the remaining glitter from her nipple with a swipe of his tongue.
The Tooth Fairy moaned, wings fluttering. “That’s it… take it all.”
Santa did not wait. He spun her in the air, lined the swollen head of his now-monstrous cock against her tiny slit, and shoved. A warm golden glow spilled from between her thighs. Her entrance stretched slowly and obscenely around the thick head. The fairy magic did not just make space. It forced her body to need the stretch. Her tiny cunt fluttered and yielded, the soft inner walls softening just enough to accept the invasion while still gripping every thick inch like a fist. Santa watched the fat head disappear into her, then the first heavy ridge, then another. Her belly began to bulge outward around the shape of him. She sobbed, high and broken, wings thrashing hard enough to scatter glittering dust across the red velvet of his open jacket and the white fur trim.
When his hips finally met her ass, the entire length of his cock was buried inside her. Her cunt was stretched into a shiny, obscene ring around the thick base. Juice ran down his heavy balls and soaked into the white fur of his open trousers. He held her entire body in both hands, fingers nearly spanning her waist, and started fucking her like a toy.
He slid her up until only the head remained inside that impossibly stretched hole, then slammed her back down the full length in one hard thrust. The wet, filthy sound of her cunt swallowing him was loud in the cold air. Every downward stroke forced a bulge in her soft belly and a sharp, overwhelmed cry from her throat. Her small breasts bounced. Her wings beat uselessly against the broad expanse of his chest and the thick red fabric of his open jacket. The white fur trim of his trousers was already dark and matted with her slick.
Santa fucked her harder. He used her tiny body as a sleeve, dragging her up and down his cock in long, punishing strokes. Her stretched cunt made wet, squelching sounds every time it was forced open around him again. Juice sprayed in fine arcs when he bottomed out. Her clit was a swollen little pearl rubbing against the thick base of his shaft with every thrust. He pressed his thumb against it and rubbed it in forceful circles while he slammed her down onto himself.
She came hard, body seizing, cunt clamping and fluttering around the massive cock that filled her so completely her belly still showed the outline of it. Clear fluid gushed around the thick shaft and soaked deeper into the white fur trim. Santa did not stop. He kept using her through the orgasm, the wet sounds growing louder and filthier, her juices running down his balls and dripping onto the red fabric of his trousers.
He flipped her in his grip so her back was against his chest, still fully impaled. One big hand pinned her tiny thighs open. The other reached down and spread her stretched lips wider around the thick shaft buried inside her. He made her watch. He made her look down at the obscene sight of her little body split open on him, the shiny pink rim of her cunt gripping his cock while he fucked up into her in short, brutal strokes. Every upward thrust forced another wet squelch and another broken moan from her throat. Mid-thrust he leaned down and snorted another line of dust off the soft underside of her tit, growling as the fresh rush made his cock throb even deeper inside her.
When he finally came, he buried himself in her and flooded her. Thick rivers of cum pumped into her small body until her belly rounded and excess cream forced its way out around the thick shaft in heavy white trails. He held her there, still impaled, still grinding, while the last pulses emptied into her.
Only then did he slowly lift her off his cock. Her cunt stayed open for a moment, gaping, shiny, and dripping thick cum onto the red velvet of his suit. The white fur trim was ruined, matted and dark with their mixed fluids.
Santa looked down at her, still breathing hard, eyes dark with the lingering rush of the dust.
“I can’t resist that fairy dust of yours,” he said, voice rough. “I’ve never encountered anything like it.”
The Tooth Fairy hovered in the air, still leaking his cum down her inner thighs. She gave him a wicked little smile and wiped a smear of glitter from between her breasts.
She stretched her wings, already turning away.
“I’ve got to go. Mrs. Claus is expecting me!”
And with a final scatter of glittering dust, she vanished into the night, leaving Santa standing there in his ruined red suit, cock still heavy and wet, the taste of her dust still burning in his nose.
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