Page 37 of The Krampus' Queen
Why does that sound so fucking hot?
“Have you learned, yet, naughty girl?” Krampus taunts. When I don’t answer, he strikes again. Over and over, relentlessly pulling the fire from my body like venom from a wound.
The fire’s reached my throat. I fight for air, struggling to swallow. My legs give out and I slump in the chains. I can’t feel my body because it’s nothing but flames.
A hit! The underside of my ass and thigh burns. My jaw drops and I scream. Tears plunge down my cheeks. When one touches his thumb, he pulls back.
“Amaya?”
No. Don’t stop.
“Are you okay? Do you need a break?” The god of punishment is fretting over me. I don’t care that half my body is a bruise, that I won’t be able to sit for days.
I need the fire. I need the altar. I need my king.
The chains jangle and I shake out of my floating hallucination to find him undoing the latch. “Don’t you fucking dare,” growls from my throat.
Krampus freezes. “You need—”
“What I need is for you to shove that fat cock of yours inside my cunt. Over and over until I’m so raw I can’t scream your name.”
The jingling of sleigh bells answers my desperate demand.
Krampus draws his nose up the side of my throat, then he bites down. Hands clamp onto my breasts, kneading them like cookie dough. He presses the tips of his claws into my skin until I gasp, then fur slips between my thighs.
“I will fuck you,” he swears and bites my ear. “It will hurt.”
“Ah!” Pain flares through my ass. He rubs his whole crotch against my throbbing backside. Instead of backing off, the wild Krampus growls.
“And you will love every fucking second.”
His thighs push on my knees, shoving my legs even farther apart than the chains have spread them. Just as I try to catch my balance, he thrusts his cock in. I have no time to prepare. All I know is the pressure bursting through me, plying me apart until my entire world is wrapped around him.
“Yes!” I cry out and try to jerk back onto him. I can’t.
He has all the control—over my pleasure and my pain.
The flames burn hotter than ever before.
Pinching my nipple, Krampus works his way to nearly his hilt in one long thrust. I groan, bleating out for him even as he fucks me. I’m the lost lamb hoping for the wolf to save her.
Claws scrape down my chest. Fire dribbles from each tip as he traces his way down my cleavage to my hip, then thigh. Grinding his pad into it, he fucks faster. That gold hoop rides through me like a sparking wheel of pleasure.
“You like it, don’t you?” he asks, clenching onto my thigh.
If he means his hand, yes. If he means his cock, fuck yes.
“That piercing of mine. You can’t stop staring at it, sucking on it, begging for it.” His finger slips off of my thigh right for my clit.
I moan at the touch and the words bounding in my brain. Yes, I love that fucking hoop. I love the way his eyes roll back when I finger it. How he drops to his knees if I run my tongue up it.
“What if I give you one…” He presses the tip of his claw right to my clit as if he’s about to poke through. “Right here?”
My body shakes, the idea terrifying. But those flames consume my throat and tickle my lips.Yes. Anything you want.
“A little hoop like mine, so I can clip a chain to it and bring you to your knees with a single tug.”
Fuck!
