Vix75
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Fantastic story and great idea. You're definitely one of my favorite writers. You do a wonderful job. Please, don't ever stop.
December 18, 2025 at 9:19 PM
Fantastic story and great idea. You're definitely one of my favorite writers. You do a wonderful job. Please, don't ever stop.
December 17, 2025 at 7:32 PM
You are most welcome. I am glad to give you feedback because you make this whole community what it is. If it wasn't for you, I don't think we would have the community that we do - the writers, the stories, the imaginations. I thank you for giving us the courage to write what we write.
December 15, 2025 at 10:22 PM
You are most welcome. I am glad to give you feedback because you make this whole community what it is. If it wasn't for you, I don't think we would have the community that we do - the writers, the stories, the imaginations. I thank you for giving us the courage to write what we write.
Another incredible story, Evie. Absolutely wonderful.
December 15, 2025 at 6:01 PM
Another incredible story, Evie. Absolutely wonderful.
This is way beyond hot. I love it.
December 15, 2025 at 3:15 AM
This is way beyond hot. I love it.
Fantastic. Love this
December 14, 2025 at 9:54 PM
Fantastic. Love this
That night the northern lights blazed crimson and white brighter than ever before as Empress Scarlet and her willing, eternal slave Nickki began their delicious, unstoppable reign over Christmas forever. The holiday would never be the same again.
December 12, 2025 at 7:21 AM
That night the northern lights blazed crimson and white brighter than ever before as Empress Scarlet and her willing, eternal slave Nickki began their delicious, unstoppable reign over Christmas forever. The holiday would never be the same again.
Scarlet traced a crimson nail down Nickki’s bare spine. “Every Christmas Eve you’ll greet my guests on your knees, won’t you?” Nickki arched and moaned, “Yes, Empress,” meaning every syllable.
December 12, 2025 at 7:21 AM
Scarlet traced a crimson nail down Nickki’s bare spine. “Every Christmas Eve you’ll greet my guests on your knees, won’t you?” Nickki arched and moaned, “Yes, Empress,” meaning every syllable.
Scarlet tugged the leash sharply. Nickki sank to her knees, lips parting eagerly. “Good pets know who they're obedient to. ,” Scarlet purred, Then Scarlett grabbed lipstick and wrote over Nikki's tits, "Property of Scarlet".
December 12, 2025 at 7:21 AM
Scarlet tugged the leash sharply. Nickki sank to her knees, lips parting eagerly. “Good pets know who they're obedient to. ,” Scarlet purred, Then Scarlett grabbed lipstick and wrote over Nikki's tits, "Property of Scarlet".
Nickki’s new uniform barely counted as clothing: red velvet scraps edged in white fur, thigh-high white boots, diamond collar gleaming. She wore it like it was made for her, because now it was.
December 12, 2025 at 7:21 AM
Nickki’s new uniform barely counted as clothing: red velvet scraps edged in white fur, thigh-high white boots, diamond collar gleaming. She wore it like it was made for her, because now it was.
Nickki seized the vial and drank. The magic sealed soft and final. She looked up, eyes shining. “I choose you, Empress.” Scarlet smiled, pulled her close, and tasted victory on her new pet’s lips.
December 12, 2025 at 7:21 AM
Nickki seized the vial and drank. The magic sealed soft and final. She looked up, eyes shining. “I choose you, Empress.” Scarlet smiled, pulled her close, and tasted victory on her new pet’s lips.
Hours later Nickki lay trembling on white furs, ruined and radiant. Scarlet knelt, offering the final pink vial. “Drink and belong to me forever as my perfect slut, or wake tomorrow as Santa wearing steel for eternity.” Nickki’s choice was instant.
December 12, 2025 at 7:21 AM
Hours later Nickki lay trembling on white furs, ruined and radiant. Scarlet knelt, offering the final pink vial. “Drink and belong to me forever as my perfect slut, or wake tomorrow as Santa wearing steel for eternity.” Nickki’s choice was instant.
Scarlet snapped her fingers. Ten towering dark guests entered the Crystal Hall. Nickki, wrists and throat bound in silver chains, learned what true hunger felt like while Scarlet watched from her black-ice throne, green eyes glittering with pride.
December 12, 2025 at 7:21 AM
Scarlet snapped her fingers. Ten towering dark guests entered the Crystal Hall. Nickki, wrists and throat bound in silver chains, learned what true hunger felt like while Scarlet watched from her black-ice throne, green eyes glittering with pride.
Nicholas gasped as the elixir burned through him. In moments stunning Nickki lay beneath her, dazed. Scarlet traced a nail along the new jawline. “Hello, Nickki. Six hours to decide if you stay my pet or return caged forever.”
December 12, 2025 at 7:21 AM
Nicholas gasped as the elixir burned through him. In moments stunning Nickki lay beneath her, dazed. Scarlet traced a nail along the new jawline. “Hello, Nickki. Six hours to decide if you stay my pet or return caged forever.”
He kissed her like a starving man. On the thick fur rug he worshipped her, blind with love. Mid-thrust she tilted the second glowing pink vial to his lips. He swallowed without knowing, still lost inside her, sealing his fate in one heartbeat.
December 12, 2025 at 7:21 AM
He kissed her like a starving man. On the thick fur rug he worshipped her, blind with love. Mid-thrust she tilted the second glowing pink vial to his lips. He swallowed without knowing, still lost inside her, sealing his fate in one heartbeat.
Santa’s sleigh landed at sunrise. He saw the crimson-haired woman atop the stairs and breathed, “Who are you?” She glided down, voice velvet. “Don’t you recognize your wife, Nicholas?” Tears of joy welled in his eyes as he fell to his knees.
December 12, 2025 at 7:21 AM
Santa’s sleigh landed at sunrise. He saw the crimson-haired woman atop the stairs and breathed, “Who are you?” She glided down, voice velvet. “Don’t you recognize your wife, Nicholas?” Tears of joy welled in his eyes as he fell to his knees.
Chaos reigned. Drunk Tinsel demanded extra cookies. Mrs. Claus snapped, dragged him to the bearskin rug, drank the first pink vial, and let him finish inside her. Magic flared white-hot and locked the change forever. The old wife was gone; only the Empress remained.
December 12, 2025 at 7:21 AM
Chaos reigned. Drunk Tinsel demanded extra cookies. Mrs. Claus snapped, dragged him to the bearskin rug, drank the first pink vial, and let him finish inside her. Magic flared white-hot and locked the change forever. The old wife was gone; only the Empress remained.
You are just absolutely amazing. I'm glad to be part of your community.
December 10, 2025 at 6:12 PM
You are just absolutely amazing. I'm glad to be part of your community.
Another magnificent story. Your visualizations and storytelling are unmatched. Fantastic, Evie.
December 10, 2025 at 5:57 PM
Another magnificent story. Your visualizations and storytelling are unmatched. Fantastic, Evie.