Page 28 of The Krampus' Queen
Smiling, I ask, “Have any of them ever fucked you on your throne?”
“No,” Krampus declares.
Taking his cock in my hand, I line the head up to my slick pussy. He digs his claws into the armrest, his eyes widening as he watches. Rather than hop onto it, I roll the crown through my lips, coating it in my arousal. His hoop does laps over my clit. I moan. The cool metal against my burning flesh…
Fuck, this is so good. Just a little more…
Splinters strike my cheeks. I open my eyes to find his fingers buried into the chair. He’s torn apart the armrests just from me using him on my clit. Feeling wicked, I glide just the tip inside, then pull out. His slicked cock pulses with an air of rage.
I do it again, taking nearly a full inch before I release him into the wild. It’s become a fun game of balance and teasing. My attention’s on his cock shifting to an angry purple the longer I play. Smiling, I grip the base for another go and part my lips.
A roar hits my face. “Are you—!” He grits his jaw. Every sinew in his neck flexes. More splinters fly off of the chair as he bends lower to me. Just as his eyes peer into mine, he snarls, “—torturing the Krampus?”
Tension snaps around us, the air whirling like a tornado. As he peers down my exposed neck, a thigh-clenching growl erupts from his lips. He takes in my hand, scrutinizing every movement. I curl my palm over his crown and tug the hoop and up and down. His growl cuts off to a heavy pant. Slipping my hand down his shaft, always giving a quick jerk or two up before I go, causes his lips to fully drop from the snarl.
I half expect him to pant a, “Good girl” in my ear, just as I reach the base. Hanging tight, I defiantly stare into his eyes. Pulling his cock back, I spread my thighs wider and slip the whole crown inside. He grabs onto his horns and wrenches his head back. I swing my hips back and forth, savoring the throb of his cock’s widening head right at my entrance. The cool metal hoop nips at the tender skin of my clit.
Sighing, I sit higher, and the ring slips fully inside of me. Krampus curls a palm over my back, pinning me up, then he opens his eyes.
With a smirk, I laugh. “Maybe.” I start to pull him out again.
“No!” he bellows. Hands slam onto my thighs, claws curl inside, and he pries my legs apart.
“Fuck,” I moan, falling onto him. The air knocks out of my lungs. It’s too tight. I can’t do this. He’s like a brick—a pulsing, radiating, smooth-sided brick.
So, not much like a brick aside from being as wide and hard as one.
“I can’t. You’re too much…” I gasp, shocked at how fast I want to retreat even as my body relaxes enough to take on another half inch.
A single claw hooks under my chin, lifting my head. I blink, shocked at the tears stinging in my eyes. Sweat glistens down his chest. He holds me tight while tracing my lips that harden with the strain. “Youcan, my doe. One more inch.”
One more. I slide my knees across his lap, still nowhere close to reaching the edge. Pressure mounts as his fist-sized cock splays me wider than I’ve ever been. Krampus draws his claw off of my chin and down my neck. Five little razor edges dart to my décolletage, and I stare into his face.
“Yes,” he moans and tweaks my nipple. His other hand slides down my ass, spreading my cheeks as he searches for the other bundle of explosions behind. “You’re doing well. Just a little more.”
A little more? I swear, his cock is backed up into my throat. I’m skewered on him and he wants more of me?
I start to shake my head, knowing my limits. He bends in half. His forehead presses to the top of mine as he pants. “Seeing my cock spearing you apart, your juices gushing down to my balls, your thighs quaking to keep you upright…” He circles his tongue in my ear, then trails the tip down to the hollow below. “I’ve never been so hard.”
All common sense flies out of the window. I fling my legs apart, my body hungering to pull every centimeter of his cock into me. I’m damn near doing the splits across his lap. My knees strike the sides of the chair. He holds the small of my back, then—with his eyes closed—thrusts into me.
“Holy fucking night!” I cry out, landing on the base with a soft thud. The fur around his cock cushions me, the hairs brushing over my clit like a luxurious coat. Every millimeter of my vagina is crammed with his cock. There’s no room to take any more of him even if I want to.
God help me, I want to.
Krampus hooks onto my ponytail, raising my chin. Staring into my eyes, he smiles. “Good girl,” he whispers and rolls his hips. The sleigh bells I can never find twinkle through the room as he thrusts.
At first, I hang on for the ride, bracing myself for the sharp pain of cock meeting cervix. But it doesn’t come.
As he rolls through every pleading inch of my vagina, my arousal lubes him up to the point I know I can do this. Assuring myself I won’t shatter my pussy, I start to close my legs.
His howls shake the entire castle. I slip off of the nest of fur but can get better leverage fucking him myself. Dropping my ass—thrusts steady and hard—I focus on the man no longer lonely on his throne. He’s gripping his horn then running his hand up and down the curve the way my vagina does his shaft. He keeps biting his lip while jerking up to meet me.
I start to sway, my balance shaky. Not wanting to lose this, I dig into his chest fur. Krampus groans and I switch my position. Lifting my ass slightly, I take him in at a new angle.
“Oh fuck, that was…” The very bad idea becomes very good as I roll my clit over his fluffy then hard mound. “Fuck!” I moan. My pussy’s on overload. It’s leaped so far past pleasure, I’m afraid if I stop my heart will explode. Suck his cock in, swerve about the top half, then drop all the way down while his lower abs rumble over my clit. I try to keep this steady rhythm forever.
But my thighs are not team players.
