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  Table of Contents

  DESCRIPTION

  TITLE PAGE

  COPYRIGHT

  DEDICATION

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY

  Also, by Jennifer Denys

  END CREDITS

  NAUGHTY CHRISTMAS PRESENT

  Naughty Xmas 2

  JENNIFER DENYS

  This is a tale of unrequited love . . . but will it be requited by the end? Of course, it will — this is a Christmas story after all!

  The question is, how will Gren, a troll and bartender at Pogue’s Bar, prove to Ligia — a beautiful blonde Siren — that he is the man for her? When unexpected circumstances bring them together, he jumps at the chance to give her a special Christmas present and show her that he is everything she needs. Will his present — a session in his personal S&M playroom — be enough? Or could her Siren song cause his death in the process?

  Reader Advisory: Festive Short Story, 11,000 words. M/F, BDSM, (M/F/M), Voyeurism.

  NAUGHTY CHRISTMAS PRESENT

  Naughty Xmas 2

  JENNIFER DENYS

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  LUMINOSITY PUBLISHING LLP

  NAUGHTY CHRISTMAS PRESENT

  Naughty Xmas 2

  Copyright © December 2019 JENNIFER DENYS

  ISBN: 978-0-463383-59-9

  Cover Art by Poppy Designs

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

  No part of this literary work may be reproduced in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without the written permission of the publisher.

  This is a work of fiction. All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

  The author acknowledges the trademark status and the following trademark owners mentioned in this work of fiction:

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  DEDICATION

  To my lovely friend, Tatum Throne. When you are feeling down . . . just try singing!

  CHAPTER ONE

  It was Christmas Eve and Gren, a troll who was the bartender and owner of Pogue’s Bar, watched various creatures piling in through his door. Pogue’s was a paranormal hotel-bar in the height of the city. As usual, on Christmas Eve, it was heaving with everyone enjoying themselves for the holidays. It was the one time of year they all got a break from humans — all except Santa, of course!

  Gren glanced around the room smiling indulgently as nymphs, dwarves, witches, elves and all manner of creatures the humans thought were mythological, chatted, drank and kissed. The noise was deafening but he loved it, although he did think he should tell the sprite having sex with two Satyrs in the corner to get a room.

  As he was about to move in their direction, the door opened once more. His attention taken from the threesome, the troll smiled as Fay, a fairy who usually came in at this time of year, burst into the room urgently searching, trying to find something in the crowded room.

  She looked over at Gren who, being tall like all trolls, towered over everyone else. She mouthed, “Where are they?”

  Gren grinned and indicated with his thumb to the other side of the room, guffawing as Fay nimbly skirted the other customers and with a squeal ran into the arms of the band of elves she’d made friends with last Christmas. It was heart-warming to see how delighted they were to be reunited. Their joy was catching and those about them shouted good wishes, including lots of ribald comments, as the elves took turns to kiss their fairy.

  Chuckling at the suggestions of what the four elves could get up to with Fay, Gren studied the customers in his bar, his gaze coming to rest on an attractive blonde Siren and his smile dropped. Her name was Ligia — he knew her well.

  Sirens usually lived near the sea, however, Ligia was a city girl through and through — she said she hated water. This beautiful woman was a regular at his bar, after all, Sirens like to seduce men and what better place to find the opposite sex than a bar. At that moment, though, she seemed less pleased than most of the creatures in the room. In fact, she was firing looks of absolute hatred at the fairy.

  The troll sighed as he served a red-headed Valkyrie giving him the come-on. He shook his head with a wry smile and handed her the drink she’d ordered. When finished, he poured himself some of his own special Christmas noggin — hot cider steamed with deadly nightshade. This plant may be poisonous to humans, but to paranormals, it was little more than a gentle narcotic.

  As he sipped it, savoring the bittersweet smell, the troll ruminated on the lovely Ligia. Gren knew that she had previous experience of being with Fay’s elves, but he was aware that they were not interested in the Siren after they had fallen for Fay. In fact, they had turned down any other invitations all year long awaiting the fairy’s arrival after being unwrapped from her family’s Christmas box.

  Ligia had been extremely annoyed as she had tried her best to seduce them whilst Fay was absent, but she hadn’t been successful. Now the fairy was taking the elves from under her nose, the gang on their way out of the bar going in the direction of the bedrooms on the upper floors.

  Gren tensed, half expecting Ligia to jump on her rival as the happy band of elves passed the Siren’s table. No sooner had he thought this than Ligia made her move.

  Uh-oh!

  Despite being a troll, Gren was not the lumbering sort of creature from human fairy tales. Indeed, he was as muscle-bound as his species were depicted, but he surprised even himself how quickly he jumped over the counter to grab Ligia around the waist as she came flying toward her nemesis.

  “Oh, no you don’t. Leave them alone,” he growled in her ear, holding her tightly against his chest, breathing in her glorious scent as he held her, his face pressed against her long hair which smelled of raspberries.

  The Siren struggled in his arms but to no avail. Everyone knew how strong trolls were.

  “Unhand me, you overgrown ape.”

  Gren chuckled wryly. “Wrong species, girlie.”

  Ligia continued to wriggle, determined to get free. Trolls might be strong, however, her nails and teeth still hurt. He winced but he wasn’t going to let her go.

  “Damn you, Gren. I hate you.”

  That was enough to make him loosen his arms. Gren didn’t like it when Ligia insulted him — she would never know how much he cared for her — although he couldn’t bring himself to release her entirely. Her fair skin was so soft and he never got the chance to hold her under normal circumstances so he reveled in the unexpected opportunity.

  The Siren went limp and Gren could see that Fay and the elves had left the room. The fight had gone out of the woman in his arms.

  “Ligia, leave them alone. Have some noggin. Tell me what you’ve been up to lately.” His deep voice was rough with emotion as he tried to make amends.

  She ignored his attempt at reconciliation and shrugged free of his hands, running a hand through her tresses to untangle them and pulling straight the waist of her green silk dress — the neckline was wide and fell off her shoulder as it was made to do, causing admiring views from several creatures in the room.

  He sighed, wanting to pull her back into his arms, hold her for just a little longer. Instead, she moved in the direction of a demon. The troll frowned trying to remember the creature’s name.

  Ligia’s next words enlightened him. “Dante, I haven’t seen you for a while. What are you up to tonight?”

  Gren’s face tightened and he clenched his fists as Ligia sashayed over to the black-skinned creature who was in co
nversation with a gnome.

  The demonic being waved her over. “Come and join us, Ligia. You know Nate, don’t you?”

  Ligia turned to catch Gren’s eye and then pointedly climbed on to the demon’s lap, before wrenching her attention away and grabbing Dante’s glass of rum and coke to take a sip.

  Turning away from the sight of Ligia fawning over another man, Gren moved back behind the bar. Thankfully he had lots of customers to deal with but couldn’t resist glancing at the Siren out of the corner of his eye from time to time, his heart being torn every time he saw her snogging the dark creature, her arms around his neck.

  When Dante stood up a little while later, one clawed hand around Ligia’s arm, Gren stiffened wondering where they were going. If they stayed in his bar, he at least knew where she was. The demon picked up his Dom kit from beside him and the troll knew exactly what was coming next.

  “I believe the dungeon is available, bartender. I’d like the key,” requested the demon with a snigger, his loud voice causing everyone close by to look at him. Several hooted, some cheered.

  As Gren reluctantly came from around the bar to hand them the key to the BDSM dungeon, he looked intently at Ligia wanting to check this was what she wanted. She poked her tongue out at him, showing the bartender that she was going to have fun regardless of him.

  Gren watched helplessly as Dante led the Siren out of the room. He desperately wanted to follow them. Suddenly the demon turned and gestured him to follow. His heart pounding in his chest, Gren took a step forward, then a hand clasped his arm.

  The troll whirled around, furious at being stopped, ready to stomp on the person who detained him. He froze. It was Nate, the gnome, a broad grin lighting up the smaller creature’s face.

  “Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. I have a date,” declared the gnome. The colorfully dressed paranormal was nothing like the statues humans put in their gardens. Oh, he wore red jeans and a yellow shirt, but he certainly didn’t have a beard nor a pointy hat.

  The troll’s heart plummeted as he watched the gnome push past the people in his way to join the demon and Siren at the door. It hadn’t been him they wanted at all.

  Then the Siren turned her head to look at Gren over her shoulder. Her face was unreadable. Was she showing off? Was she telling him he wasn’t wanted . . .? Or was it something else? Had she really wanted him to join them?

  He would never know because the demon then whisked Ligia and Nate out of the room.

  Gren ran his hand over his bald head as he turned back to his bar counter. “It’s not me she wants.” She never wanted him.

  CHAPTER TWO

  “Hey, Jared. Come and take over for a bit. I need a break,” Gren called to his assistant, a goblin who’d come to work for him. Once upon a time, goblins would inhabit cold, dark houses and terrify the inhabitants but in this day and age of central heating and double glazing, it was harder for them to do that.

  Seeing Jared was managing the seasonal hoards okay with help from the other assistants, Gren moved to the door to his private rooms. As soon as it was safely locked, he swiftly walked down the corridor to his study and made his way to one wall which was covered in cameras.

  Each room in the building was fitted with a camera for security. But in reality, it was so he could spy on his customers. He chuckled to himself. There were no paranormal PC police to tell him he couldn’t!

  He settled into his chair — humans would call it a sofa, but a normal chair wasn’t big enough for his large frame. Using the remote control, he brought up the dungeon on the larger main screen in the center of the other cameras.

  Ligia and Dante were chaining Nate — now naked — to the bed, spread-eagling his hands and feet to the wrought iron railings.

  Gren raised an eyebrow. Despite his disappointment at being rejected by Ligia, he was intrigued to see what was going to happen and he turned the sound up, settling back comfortably.

  “Now, my dear, kneel between Nate’s legs and start sucking him,” directed Dante on the screen.

  The Siren flicked her long tresses over one shoulder and, kicking off her stiletto shoes, she raised an elegant leg to climb on to the bed. Lifting the hem of her floaty dress, she eased into the position required.

  As Gren watched, the Siren opened her lips and took the gnome’s shaft in her mouth, wrapping one hand around the little creature’s cock to hold him steady.

  Taking a deep breath, the troll opened his own trousers, easing his hardening member out. Gripping it firmly in his huge fist, he casually pumped himself as he watched the action.

  Reaching forward Dante took Ligia’s hands to place them on the top of the ironwork that formed the bedhead causing the woman to stop what she’d been doing.

  “How am I supposed to suck him from this position?” she complained. Gren wondered the same.

  Dante responded by slapping her backside. “Don’t argue with the Dom. Nate’s hard enough now. Just get astride him.”

  Gren groaned. He, too, was stiff and throbbing. Removing his shaking hand, he gripped the armrest, determined to hold back his orgasm, for the time being, wanting to watch the Siren some more.

  Ligia did as demanded, wiggling her butt at Dante as she placed a knee either side of the gnome’s body and settled down to sit on his torso whilst still holding the railing.

  “I’m here! What now?” Her voice had a sing-song quality.

  The demon moved up behind her, gripping her shoulders. “Don’t try any of your saucy tricks. Remember who is in charge.” The sound of ripping startled both Gren and Ligia as her dress was torn off her. The troll groaned at the sight of Ligia’s pert breasts bouncing as she rounded on the demon.

  “Dan–te! That was my best dress!”

  She squealed as the demon then pulled her hair.

  Gren jumped to his feet, ready to go to the Siren’s aid, but Ligia giggled, and he remembered it was all part of sadomasochism.

  As he settled back down, feeling slightly stupid for forgetting, he saw Dante was running his claws down the Siren’s back, making her arch in delight. Gren’s fingers tingled as he imagined doing the same to her and he closed his hands into fists. Over the years he’d watched Ligia bed countless paranormal creatures and had come to know her likes and dislikes. Her back was particularly sensitive. Returning to his dick to begin pumping himself again, he relished her moans.

  “Holy Ghost, do that again, Dante.” Her voice was breathy as she requested the demon stroke her again.

  “No. It’s time you did some work. Get over Nate.”

  “I’m over him already.” She giggled, throwing her arms wide to indicate she was already sitting on top of the gnome.

  The demon responded by tugging her hair again. “You know exactly what position I want you in.”

  As Ligia lifted up, Gren could see her hand drop to Nate’s rigid cock to maneuver him inside her before she sank down.

  He was intrigued to see what was going to happen next and sat forward, his own stiff member ignored for the moment. Ligia wasn’t usually the submissive type. She liked being in charge too much.

  The Siren was moving up and down over the gnome. The moans from Nate indicated he was clearly enjoying it. Ligia, though, looked a little bored, which amused Gren no end.

  Dante then climbed on the bed, standing with his legs either side of Nate’s upper body, facing the Siren. From what Gren could see of the demon’s cock it was pointing directly at Ligia’s mouth. The woman immediately latched on, taking the demon far into her throat.

  “Hell, Ligia. That’s good. Take me as deep as you can go.”

  Gren snorted. It didn’t look like she could swallow much more of the demonic creature known for their long members. The troll closed his eyes, imagining the Siren giving him a blowjob instead of those two, and chuckled. She’d find it hard to suck him as trolls were much larger in width as well as length but he’d cup her head holding her tightly watching her silvery blue eyes as she widened her red lips to accommodate him.<
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  He sighed and opened his lids to view the real action. Ligia was now holding the demon firmly around his buttocks. Gren grinned when her long nails dug into the dark-skinned creature as they began to bounce up and down on the bed. The scene was more amusing than titillating as both Dante and Ligia nearly toppled off the bed more than once.

  “Ouch, woman. That hurts.” The demon wrenched away from the Siren stumbling to his knees on the bed beside the other two.

  “Sorry, but I had to hold on.” The Siren didn’t sound very repentant.

  “This isn’t going to work.” For a scary being, the demon had a rather whining quality to his voice.

  “Why don’t you kneel over Nate and have him suck you instead,” Ligia said slyly.

  Uh-oh. Here it comes. She’s turning the tables on the demon.

  Gren chuckled as Dante did exactly what the Siren suggested, facing away from the woman, his tail with its forked tip wrapped around his body. The gnome choked briefly before the demon began plunging into his mouth. Meanwhile, behind Dante’s back, Ligia began rocking on Nate once more. The bed still bounced, but not as violently.

  Before long, it was the demon’s turn to start moaning, his head going back, hands gripping the railing as he started to roar.

  The Siren suddenly surprised everyone by getting off Nate.

  Back in his study, the troll started. What’s she playing at?

  “Noooo! I was nearly ready to come,” the gnome wailed, having dropped Dante’s cock out of his mouth.

  “Ligia, get back on him instantly.” Dante scowled at the woman, his body trembling with the strain of holding back his climax. He reached out trying to snatch hold of her but she danced away.

  “But all I wanted was to prolong the moment.” She then flounced over to Dante’s discarded Dom kit. When she pulled out a short whip Gren let out a laugh and watched with glee before returning to squeeze his own cock.