Page 11 of The Krampus' Queen
“Well, the way I see it…” Digging into my neck, I flex my head to the left, then the right. Shaking out the last of my worries, I meet this goat-man in the eye and pull off the only stitch of clothing between us. The nightie hits the water with a slap and floats away. I keep walking toward him.
“This is either a mad delusion from fear and whatever he drugged me with.”
There’s no hiding his cock now. The golden hoop on the crown starts to flip back and forth with how hard his dick pulses in the water. He doesn’t reach for it though. He’s got his claws dug so deep into the stones, they’re cracking behind him.
The water rises above my hips, dousing half of my body in the soft touch of heat. I casually scoop some into my palms, then dump it over my head. A manly grunt slips from the monster watching me.
“Or, I’m really here in a snowy castle far away from everything in the world.” I drop my hand down my chest, taking my time to sweep every finger over my throbbing nipple.
“Either way…” I stop just before his legs. They’re spread wide, inviting, but I linger to take him in. He has other piercings across his body. An entire row of studs up his ear and two more hoops in his dark gray nipples. The fur wafts under the water like a sea bed hiding dangerous mysteries. But all my focus keeps diverting to that shining gold hoop pierced through his dick. This close it looks huge, like a cock ring on the crown instead of circling the shaft. That’ll either hurt like hell or hurt like heaven.
His eyes meet mine, a challenge darting around those demonic pupils. I swear I can read him daring me to sit on the Krampus’ lap and be a very naughty girl.
A wicked grin snags my lips. I can’t help but lick them as I trace my gaze up his body. “Either way,” I repeat and drop to a knee. Crawling over the sandy bottom on my knees, I sweep my palms up his legs. He’s so huge, his leg is over half of my height. My breath catches as I glide up him.
His hard cock slides through my cleavage and down my stomach. A slow putter echoes from his lips as I keep climbing. My nipples roll through every valley of his abs, causing me to gasp. Just as I climb higher, my pussy lips spreading around the base of his cock, I fist the carpet of fur spread across his chest. Getting a good hold, I yank myself out of the water to him.
He moans at the force, or how my vulva now cups just under the head of his cock. Either way, getting wetter by the second, I stare into his demonic eyes and steady my breath. “After the night I had, I deserve some fucking fun.”
Claws dig through my soggy ponytail. The sharp tips trace without slicing the nape of my neck. He cups behind my head, guiding me to stare at him. At this angle, all I can see is the fur on his cheeks, the cut of his cheekbones, and the crimson glare in his eyes.
“You’re on top of me, see me fully for what I am, but you don’t scream,” he whispers.
I snicker. “Not yet, anyway.”
He pulls me up him like I’m made of paper. Just as I nearly take his lips, my swollen, wet pussy rides over that hoop. A chill bites against my hot flesh, but I rock my hips, following the entire swoop with my clit before I’m yanked up him for a kiss.
Possessive control overpowers me. He doesn’t want to own me. He owns everything already. This is his domain and he intends for me to enjoy every second I’m in it. Cold bites at my skin and I cry out, arching my chest into him. He wraps his arm around my back, his bicep covering nearly all of my exposed skin and pulling me deeper into the hot, furry abyss of his embrace.
I part my lips, aching to play with that foot-long tongue. Rather than shove it down my throat, he teases mine with the wily tip. It runs up and down my mouth like a finger teasing my lips. Shivers leap down my spine as I try to keep up. He circles the roof of my mouth, laps around my tongue, then pulls my bottom lip into his.
Just as I brace for the bite, a hard smack strikes my ass. Gasping in shock, I start to lean back, and he bites down.
Fuck me!
Claws scrape down my spine and swerve over my ass. I moan, diving back to him for another kiss or bite, but that back scratch is something else. It’s setting off little bottle rockets in my brain while his lips are all my pussy cares about.
My body slips down him, pulling me from his kiss. While the hard flex of his muscles strumming against my vulva is perfect, I whimper at losing his lips. I wind my arms around the back of his neck and hoist myself up as high as I can. It nearly sends me level with his eyes before I fall back down and kiss him.
The sounds of water slapping into naked bodies and tongues sucking on each other are cut apart by a small jingling. I break off and look around for the mysterious Santa. Only the winter storm greets me. “What was that? Sounded like sleigh bells.”
Krampus snickers. “I didn’t hear anything,” he says. His slow back scratch reaches the top of my ass, then keeps going. Both hands curve under my buttocks, making my head feel light. Then he starts to pry them apart. The move tightens my thighs, pulling me off of his hot body before I fall back down. Fuck me. It’s slightly-wet humping but my clit aches every time he rips me away, then sings when I land.
A whimper rolls up my throat, and I tip my head back. Wet hair slaps into my spine as I try to ride him harder, but he pries me away. Enraged at the loss I glare at him. The dual pupils dilate until his eyes are nearly black.
My breath catches, my body pleading for a release as my brain panics. The scarlet tongue that toyed with mine dips out of his mouth. He licks down his lips, then keeps going to his chin, and going… Dumbstruck, I ogle his tongue trailing all the way down to his chest. Just as it lands right above his tuft of fur, he winks at me.
His tongue shoots back up, tracing the curve of my right tit with the force of a finger but the wet heat of his mouth. He circles around my breast, bathing the skin in his kiss before reaching my nipple. Slow, painfully-teasing licks swerve around the throbbing flesh.
“Fuck me,” I moan. My body arches my chest closer, my left pleading for its turn. I need him. His claws. His lips. That fucking tongue all over me. All I can do is beg, sending my head tipping farther and farther back.
A hand lands on the small of my back, pinning me to him. My thighs clench partway around his waist. He’s so wide, I’m splayed in half trying to cling to him. Just as I reach for his shoulder, he whips the end of his tongue against my nipple.
“Owe!” I gasp at the sharp stick of pain only for a dull ache to cry out from between my legs. I scream, “Do it again!”
The demonic chuckle rumbles up my breasts. He buries his nose dead center in my cleavage and starts to kiss, then nip his way across my chest. I flail my hand out, fighting to keep my tits against his scorching lips. Fur brushes through my fingers and I clamp down.
A snort bursts from his nostrils, hot steam setting off goosebumps down my arms. My grip slackens, the fur slipping away as he too backs off. I only get a single lick of his tongue across my neglected nipple. Without thinking, I grab the fur down his chest and yank…twice.
