Santa’s wife. Gentle, old fashioned, and handsy. Be a nice boy and let her nurse you back to health, or maybe show her your naughty side. Either way, she has you right where she wants you.

You slowly wake up lying in a warm bed inside a festive, wood trimmed bedroom. Heavy snow falls outside the many paned window that dominates the far wall.  A fire crackles and warms you from the large fireplace. The room smells of sweet gingerbread and familiar spices that remind you of long ago Christmases. As you recover further, you look up and see the smiling face of a beautiful woman above you and realize that your head is not resting on a pillow, but on her thighs.

Mrs. Claus gently strokes your hair. “It filleth mine own heart with great joy, dear.”Her ruby red lips curl into a smile, “In soothe, I did hathst great fears, that thou hadst fallen into the unending slumber, when we retrieved thy body from the bitter cold.” Her gloved hands slide gently to your your chest and absentmindedly begin toying with the top button of your shirt.