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With a mind of their own, my hips thrust and roll, nearly bucking from him suckling my nipple into his monstrous hot mouth. His tongue, wet and tender but sandy in texture, coils around the bud in a snug grip to tug them.
More cream floods my center. More pressure intensifies. His dominance, alone, can make me go weak at the knees until I’m begging and humping him. And with his tongue circling and tugging at my erect tips, I climb toward that shimmery crest as bright as a shiny, tree-topper star.
He retrieves his tongue, dragging me back and slapping the side of my breast. “Slem jente,” he scolds and strikes the opposite swell, avoiding the engorged buds since I’d likely come from the pressure.Bad girl.
My flesh turns to warm goo, every muscle liquefying as he makes his way to my pelvis, licking the icing designs. I giggle when he deviates to my toes, wiggling and struggling until he grips each by the heel and pulls them harshly so he may finish cleaning the frosting off my feet. Sighs and moans pour out of me, and I tremble beneath his diabolical tongue traveling along my thighs.
He pauses to study the hot, needy vestibule between my legs, his fingers coaxing my swollen lips apart. A hot flush surges through every inch of my Krampus tongue-licked skin.
“So fucking wet. Faen, so greedy and gods-damned soaked for me. Du er så vakker,” he adds in his deep timbre that can melt me faster than whipped cream in hot cocoa.You are so beautiful,I recognize. Shudders erupt through my body the more his gleaming eyes steal across my folds, lower until he’s wrenching my pussy open so hard, stretching the flesh to expose my slit. “Min Christmas stjerne…such a sweet, little slut.”
He leans closer, nose hovering along my folds to breathe in my scent. The second he teases his finger, pushing it through my slit, my body proves what a slut I am when I suck the digitinto my drenched depths. And moan with my hips thrusting, convinced I could come from one pressured pump of that finger.
Instead, he removes it. My whiny protest is cut off when his mouth dives for my cunt, and he seals himself to my wet heat. He twists and flicks that masterful tongue, working me into a begging, bucking, sweat-soaked lather with my insides ready to burst hot squirts of cream right onto his face. Then, he splits that wondrous organ.
“Fuck my figgy pudding!” I cry when he stabs one section of his tongue through my slit, circling it all around my hot, spongy insides. Shivers explode through me, and I scream as the other tongue extension slaps at my swollen, wet clit, working it back and forth. “Krampus, please!”
He raises his hands to my breasts, kneads them, then curls his thumbs upon my hard nipples. “Come, min Twyla.”
The deep groan resonating from his mouth into my pussy sends me over the edge. My orgasm strikes, ripping through me to light up my blood and nerve endings with liquid flames of pleasure. Sobbing out his name, I ride his tongue, his hot sucking mouth—my hips thrashing, my plug-stuffed ass thudding more pressure to my zones, and all my muscles and bones turning to goo.
His tongue slinks from my pussy like a cunning snake while the other extension uncoils from my clit, slipping along my drenched lips. The action, combined with his hands squeezing and twisting my nipples, is enough to send another aftershock of tiny, convulsive riptides.
I’m still coming down when he travels up my body and opens my mouth beneath his. A bewildering, devilish kiss with his sinful tongue stroking every inch of mine to give me my taste, tart but with the sweet notes of royal icing. He stabs his tongue down my throat, robbing me of breath with the unholy organ. Ifeel the pressure of his cock against my belly, swearing it grows beyond the fur and pouch.
“Krampus…!” I say, breathless, after he finally withdraws his tongue.
“Mmm…min Twyla,” he groans deeply and traces my swollen lips with his tongue. “Would you care for some eggnog?”
Chapter 11
I’m not about to deny her the pleasure of receiving my eggnog
KRAMPUS
My pulse blazes, and my cock hammers at my pouch, demanding attention.
I love the sight of her cunt after I’ve made her come all over my demon face. A hearty deep pink, swollen and puffy, wet and gloriously sensitive. I lapped up most of her cream, but some oozed into a little well between her legs and down her seam to her anus. If I desired, I could play with her clit and trigger a landslide of orgasms.
Cocking my head, I gaze down at her body, spread for me, so flushed and sexy—my Christmas gift that keeps on giving day after day, moment after moment…all year long. Forever.
Fucking love how she moans into my mouth, doing her best to dance her delicate tongue against my dark, monstrous one. Naturally, she fails since none can touch my level of mastery. Or flexibility, I smirk to myself.
Twyla’s euphoric bliss, following the sexual torture, was great enough to sate me and restore much of my magic—as much as the restrictions of the mortal world permit. In my Krampus Palace, surrounded by my essence and energy, it’s more potent.
Not in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. Not enough to stop the still-howling storm or ‘Tween travel with Twyla back to Krampus World.
Besides, I fully intend to take that ass at some point, which will require more power. And since Twyla loves giving as much as receiving, I’m not about to deny her the pleasure of receiving my eggnog.
As I take my place on my knees with my enormous brawny thighs bracketing the sides of her head, her lips part, and her eyes turn heavy-lidded with eager lust. I shift my hips and unleash my cock. The beast drops onto her chest with my heavy balls along her upper belly and the tip twitching against the side of her neck.
“Well, stuff my stocking!” she comments and tilts her head, trying to catch my tip with her sweet tongue.
I chuckle darkly before gripping the base of my cock and slapping it against her cheek. “Soon, min lille dronning. First, I’ll stuff your mouth. And your throat.”
“Krampus!” she whines when I drip globs of pre-cum onto her skin while I smack her other cheek with the tip. “That’s a perfectly good waste of eggno?—”
I shove myself inside her mouth. With my dark, deadly eyes memorizing the sight of her pretty pink lips wrapped around my monster of a member, I commend her for relaxing her tongue and opening her mouth wider.
