Hotel Chaldea ~Road to Christmas~ Santa Alter

The North Pole can be freezing cold even if you're wearing a multitude of layers of clothes, with big, thick, fluffy and very warm coats. 

Caught wearing only brown speedos, big fluffy fur lined boots, a big glowing red nose and a headband with a pair of reindeer antlers on it, the North Pole might as well be the worst place on Earth. It was only thanks to the one and only gift that keeps on giving, the charm of protection that was probably one of the most valuable magical artifacts in the world, that you weren't a shivering mess about to die.

"How did we end up here, Reindeer?" a commanding voice spoke.

Artoria Pendragon was someone you knew well... just not this version of her. As pale as the virgin snow all around you, with golden yellow eyes, pale blonde hair and an air of menace and strength about her, she was what was referred to as an "Alter", though the nature of her existence was a rather strange one, as she was... not the same Artoria Alter you knew who moonlighted as a maid. Instead, she was an existence of her own, who had undertaken the role of Santa.

While everyone else was doing much more sane things like charity streams or soup kitchens or fundraisers, you had to be the sort of fool that let Koyanskaya choose an activity for you to join up in. 

So, you had wound up in the middle of the North fucking Pole, with cold so intense you could feel it through Medea's gift, wearing nothing but a speedo, next to a woman in what you could only describe as an evil christmas themed Bikini, thigh highs and a broken down flying sled.

Telling the evil Santa that the 'how' for how you had wound up in the middle of fucking nowhere was her miscalculating the amount of power she put behind the dark beam of destruction she used for propulsion and sending the two of you flying far, far away from where you were intended to land... would be pointless. She already knew that.

"Well, there's nothing to it," she said, firmly. "We must now amuse ourselves and deal with boredom until someone notices the accident and sends a rescue party to retrieve us," she said, folding her arms. 

Luckily, this was just part of the training and preparation, so the actual Christmas celebration wouldn't be ruined, but you were still stranded in the middle of nowhere. You kind of missed Maid Alter, she'd at least not have made you pick up the mess the broken down sled had created.

She stabbed her sword, the weapon of mass destruction that had put you in this mess, into the snow and nodded, before turning around to face you. "With nothing else to do, Reindeer," she said, pointing a finger at you, "we shall have to entertain each other," she said, bringing a hand to her chest. 

"I'm pretty sure there's a deck of cards in the sled somewhere, want me to get it?" you asked.

"No," the woman said, her tone firm, the crunching of snow under her thigh high boots drawing your attention and your eyes to her as she approached you, turning around just in time to feel her gloved hands on your chest, and the mighty and heavy push that saw you knocked flat on your back, the soft snow cushioning the blow, and the charm Medea had made for you managing to make the snow feel somewhat comfortable, in terms of temperature. "We will entertain each other by engaging in the pleasures of the flesh," she said,  crossing her arm and glaring down at you from above.

Despite the fact that she wasn't particularly tall, for some reason at that moment, she actually looked like she was towering over you, in a strangely intimidating manner, and it was somehow made worse when the corner of her lip twitched upwards, turning her tight frown and glare into a smirk, eyes glinting with amusement. She then moved so that she was on top of you, a booted foot on either side of your hips.

"You're my reindeer, but you failed to control my vehicle. Though you might have been assigned as my Rudolph," she said, her smirk growing more threatening by the second as she bent her knees slightly, then more, crouching down, not quite enough so her butt touched your crotch, but enough that it made her cameltoe stand out as she spread her legs, showing it to you, putting one hand on your chest, the other coming up to her face as she affected a particularly insane expression.

"Somehow, I'm starting to feel severely threatened here. Do I need an adult?" you asked.

She licked her upper lip, slowly, more in a predatorial way, as if she was looking at a juicy cut of meat, than a person. "We are both adults, Reindeer," she said, lowering her butt until it made contact with your junk through the thin layer of elastic cloth of the reindeer themed speedos you were wearing, the similarly thin fabric of her bikini doing absolutely nothing to prevent you from feeling the intense heat of her squishy cunt lips as she pressed them against your penis, especially as it became more erect, both from the stimulation, and just from how sexy she was in general.

To think rehearsal for an adult show would wind up with you lost somewhere far away from all civilization, at the mercy of one of the few versions of Artoria you hadn't really interacted with much before... not on your bingo sheet for sure. 

She put both hands on your chest now and, caring little for the cold of the snow or potential ice burns on her pale skin, she got on her knees to give herself better leverage and a better position to begin rubbing her cunt against your now erect cock, the brown speedos making an admirable effort at trying to keep your cock contained within, strained and now wet with both your precum and the leaking fluid that the dark blue bikini bottoms Santa Alter was wearing couldn't contain.

Her wet heat made you completely forget about the cold of the north and instead you found yourself responding to her movements with your hips, grinding into her even as she continued to grind into you.

"That's the spirit, Reindeer! Give me a ride worth remembering," she said, rubbing herself more earnestly and applying more pressure, getting into the right rhythm and adjusting her position so she was stroking your length with her pussy lips, the wet fabric of the sexy clothes the two of you were wearing only enhancing the sensations, making them more exotic, rather than suppressing the pleasure at all. 

Soon enough her breathing began to hitch and pause and before long, the very first moan of the day escaped from her unpainted lips, the extremely pale pink slightly redder from how hard she had been clamping down trying to not let herself vocalize her pleasure, but the first failure only led to more, and soon she wasn't trying to contain herself anymore.

"Your cock is excellent reindeer, it's got great firmness, no complaints about size, and I can feel your heat through it quite well! A first rate penis," she moaned as she continued to rub herself against you. "I can see why my other selves are taken with it!" she said, "but just having a good cock is not good enough!" she said, stopping her motion and pulling herself up, using her hands on your chest to push you back down and keep you from following her, making a little indentation in the snow under you.

She brought a gloved hand to her crotch and pulled the bottoms of her Christmas-themed bikini, complete with red and green bows on either side, off of her cunt, and to the side, perfectly adjusting them such that her pussy was in full view, so hot it was even steaming in the cold air of the north. She licked her lips.

With her other hand and at the same time, she reached for the elasticized band at the top of your speedos, and pulled them off of you, swiftly and with great skill, revealing your cock which, the moment it was no longer being held down, began to proudly stand up as it ever did, like a monolith or monument to male arousal. 

"I'm going to ride you now my Reindeer," Santa Alter said, raising her hips even more and using one hand to keep her pussy lips open, her gloves slowly getting covered in her own hot, gushing pussy juice, and the other on your cock, giving you a few strokes to make sure you were lubricated, the heat transmitted from both your genitalia making sure neither of you was even feeling the cold at all anymore as she lowered herself little by little, her pink insides quivering just before she came into contact with the glans of your cock, the liquid heat enveloping you into an almost familiar, but not quite, pussy. 

Every one of them was different in some way. No matter how similar they might look, they were each unique individuals, with their own quirks, hangups and personal opinions on certain matters... but the most staggering were the unexpected physical differences, the way they gripped you, the way their insides wrapped around you, whether the pussy was soft and welcoming or stiff and demanding...

Your entire body trembled as you felt the powerful demand for pleasure, for your tribute in the form of cum, to the temple of Santa Alter's pussy. She wasn't joking around, nor was she delaying. She wanted your cum, her body itself wanted your cum, and her pussy was not above milking you to get it.

"Oh ho, that's- that's a first rate penis alright!" she moaned, "yes..! Truly a worthy one, my Reindeer!" she called, throwing her head up for a moment, letting out a satisfied moan and then slamming herself down hard. The heat you two were producing was increasing, you could feel yourself sweating, or maybe the snow was melting, it didn't matter, because then Santa Alter began to move for real.

She was a Rider, you recalled, and she clearly was putting the same skills she used when she was on the saddle to use on you, bouncing repeatedly and in a way that seemed chaotic at first, but was firmly and tightly controlled, she was an expert for sure, in some ways she actually reminded you of Medb, and that actually was the key to start fighting back.

Because Medb had been kind enough to teach you how to deal with this sort of thing, by following along with Santa Alter, you tightened up your muscles and put all your stamina to use as you began to thrust into her when she came down, hitting every soft and sensitive spot within her tight and narrow pussy, the pleasure was nearly overwhelming, but all your experience was coming in handy.

Muscular control taught to you by Irish legends was coming in handy to battle an even earlier British legend as she enjoyed the saddle, so to speak, and by the looks of the smirk she was throwing at you, it might just be effective.

But then her expression changed to one of concentration, and she was now bouncing even faster, her voice coming out in lewd moans, putting all her effort into fucking you as you fucked her, the snow under you had melted and now you were in a puddle of increasingly hotter water that was splashing about as your hips moved like lightning.

"Yes- yes! This is it! Keep going, Reindeer! Buck into me harder! I haven't enjoyed something this much since the first Christmas at Chaldea!" she called out, caught between moaning and laughing in delirious, evil cackling, and somehow doing both, even as you had to put your everything into matching up to her ever wilder and more intense pace.

It was futile to resist, but you tried, by the very skin of your teeth, you tried to hold onto sanity.

"Now cum!" she commanded, "cum my Reindeer! Cum inside this Santa's hot little pussy! You've earned, you've earned the right to cum in this vile king's pussy!" she called, "I can feel you twitching inside me, I can feel the desperation in each thrust, let go and cum, cum for me, cum in my hot Santa pussy!!!"

"Guh, you- you..!!!" you roared, "I'm cumming! Here you go, the cum you wanted so badly!!" 

Giving her exactly what she wanted didn't feel bad at all, in fact, it was fucking amazing! An explosive orgasm that roared from the core of your being all over your body, stiffening your muscles for an instant as your body's resistance broke down all at once and then you relaxed, the pleasure striking you hard and fast and coming in pulses of white that took over your consciousness, matching each spurt of your overworked testicles' juices flowing up your cock and into Santa Alter's extraordinarily hot snatch.

You came bucketloads inside her with each spurt, and it was obvious she was greatly pleased, as she didn't hold back herself, exploding in her own orgasm that prolonged and intensified yours, a cascading feedback loop as you two tried to give each other as much pleasure as possible, perhaps the final remnant of competitive spirit clinging to you that refused to simply give in to the unbelievably hot Santa cosplayer.

And then you slowly came down, the fluffy clouds you were surrounded by once again became mounds of pure white snow, and you were still stranded with Santa Alter, entirely too lightly dressed.

She panted for a few moments.

"It appears we've not been rescued yet," she said, humming. "Shall we continue until we are?"

Well...

The sex was really pretty good. "I'll be on top this time," you said.

She gave you an evil smile. "No," she said, simply and clearly. "You are my Reindeer, you are my mount, I am going to ride you," she said, "and you're going to enjoy it. I'm going to make you cum your brains out, wring you dry, and consume all of your cum with my hot Santa pussy," she said. 

She glared down at you.

"Before we keep going, I just want to know," you asked, "did you crash land on purpose so we would be far away and you could talk to me in private? And if so, why? Is it about Lily again? Because she's an adult and she can make her own choices and I'm pretty sure treating her like a child is only going to make her mad."

Santa Alter chuckled darkly.

"Don't be foolish, my Reindeer. I asked Lily for permission before I blackmailed your assistant into sending you to me."

"You... you have blackmail on Koyanskaya?" you asked, perplexed.

"I'm Santa," she said, proudly, "I have blackmail on EVERYONE!" she called, laughing maniacally. "And unless you want Medea to find out about the Christmas Gift you're preparing for her, you will continue to be my mount until I tire of you!"

She... would take quite a long time to become tired of you. Several hours in fact. The rescue team actually showed up significantly before she got bored or tired of you, and she actually made them wait for her to be done. By the time the two of you were indeed done, there was a sizable frozen pond where the two of you had been fucking, snow melting into the water that filled it before freezing again, just from the heat the two of you had produced.

As you flew back home in the rescue aircraft, you and her sat together in the back.

"Would you really have told Medea about-"

She interrupted you by placing a hand on your thigh. "I may be evil," she said, "but I'm not an asshole."

You nodded.

That was good to know.

"So..." you said. "You want to keep going at my place?"

She snorted.

"Don't be ridiculous," she said. "Of course I do."

For someone who described herself as a Vile and Evil King, she was actually pretty reasonable, all things considered. Even if she never did let you top her.