To be clear about my personal fetishes and intention:
I do not ever think about elves, even when I am writing sex stories.
"After leaving the naughty planet North Pole, a group of elves fly toward a distant speck. The speck gradually resolves into a bulging, space Santa's Workshop.
Civil war strikes the galaxy, which is ruled by Santa Claus, a horny elf capable of assault and even trafficking.
Terrified, a rosy baby known as Licorice Fruitcane flees the Empire, with his protector, Santa Claus."
Location
the Top