It was late evening already so he must have slept through most of the following day. He heard Leah's footsteps as she approached the guest room he had...been staying in. Changing back into his wolf form he laid down, trying to act like he was still resting. Opening the Leah entered the room. Kneeling down she was dressed in a gray t-shirt and a pair of sweats with fluffy white bunny slippers. Peaking through slitted eyelids Anthony was glad his current form didn't allow him to chuckle or smile at. The tall, busty woman of mixed Asian-Caucasian descent with the long black hair was feverishly masturbating with her long legs splayed out on her desk and a big, black vibrator humming over her erect clit. ‘Chief McClain,’ Lucy stammered, instantly wet by the sight. ‘You . . . uh . . . wanted to see me?’ For sex, Lucy hoped. Christine McClain might have been a total bitch, but she was painfully sexy and a demon in bed, as Lucy had happily found out one Christmas party. McClain looked shocked. I felt no pleasure just pain. I was about to cry out for her to stop. "This one is done, I think, bring in the next one." I heard Mistress Anne come up to me. She pulled my genitals between my legs and clamped a humbler device around them. She then unshackled me, handcuffed my hands behind my back and put a spreader bar between my legs. She then put a collar and leash around my neck and pulled me out of the room. I slowly scuffled out hunched over because the humbler device made it impossible. "And I'll be able to have babies some day?" Marta whispered with tears in her eyes. "Yes, and the only cost is to see the smiles on the faces of children and families for two hundred years, give or take a few. Erastide only held the mantle for one hundred and fifty, and he said his predecessor was Grandfather Yule for nearly three hundred years." Nicholas asked, "How do you manage? The legend of Grandfather Yule spreads far and wide. Surely you don't do it all alone?" "That's part of the magic..