Page 23 of I Saw Krampus Kissing Ms Claus

I groan as he seats himself fully into me, our hips meeting, his cock twitching inside me, his tail twisting in my ass. All I can do is gasp and writhe underneath him, trying somehow desperately to get him deeper. But for a frustrating enticing breath he doesn’t move at all.

“You like that? My naughty girl wants her monster to fuck her in both holes at once?” He’s muttering in my ear, not waiting for a response as he begins to move, swirling himself inside me, and pulling back out. Rhythmic, measured, controlled. The patterned pressure of his ribbed cock has me riding on edge. Wrapping my legs around him and urging him faster. But he doesn’t give in, keeping my arms pinned to the bed with just enough pressure he maintains his pace, rewarding me with quiet praise and dark growls near my neck when our bodies collide.

“Do not move.” He mutters, I fight every instinct and obey as he finally pulls out of me with a wet pop. His hands release my arms and he moves the head of his cock between my breasts to spill all over them, hot sticky cum covering me. Then he’s leaning back, looking at me and there’s that wild, wide grin on his face again. “Look at my nice girl, doing what she’s told.”

I realize I’m still laying in front of him, breathless, arms beside my head, legs open for him. I start to pull away but he puts a hand on my chest to stop me. Smearing his own mess across my breast. I think it’s a mistake at first, but when his hand keeps moving and petting, I let him push me back against the mattress, and indulge his warm caress.

“No, Saint Nik, you aren’t getting away that easily. You aren’t leaving here while you are still wearing my mark across your tits.” Krampus presses a gentle kiss to my shoulder. He wraps a leg around me, and I dig my fingers into his hair, toying gently with the hair around the base of his horns.

He growls and pulls me closer. “Keep doing that.” He nuzzles into my side. Every instinct begs me to flee, but I don’t have the heart to disturb his comforting weight, so I obey him, combing my fingers through his hair while his breaths slow.

ChapterNine

Iwake up with a start. I am sticky, crusty, covered in hair and the heavy dead weight of Krampus’s sleeping form. I am still at his place. I fell asleep. I spent the night. The panic sets in.

Santa will know I was missing overnight, he’ll know where I’ve been. I release a long low groan and Krampus stirs.

“Krampus, you have to get off of me.” I nudge his head from its resting place on my torso.

He yawns, and stretches himself wide across his bed. Giving me a glorious view of his naked body that sends a flush through my core. It almost makes me forget that I feel disgusting and unwashed.

“I have to get out of here.” I roll out of his bed, pulling a sheet over my naked torso.

He just smiles, his mouth full of wide, bright, sharp teeth. “I couldn’t convince you to come back to bed?”

“Where is your bathroom?” I ask

He points. I head in that direction finding a hallway and beyond it a neat bathroom with row of clean towels hanging on the wall beside the sink. I check myself in the mirror. Trying to put my hair into a reasonable state and wiping my chest with a wash cloth.

Krampus appears in the open door behind me. “Stay. Take a shower. Let me make you breakfast.”

“Krampus. I can’t, we can’t, you know I can’t.” I say.

“Why not?” He puts his hands on the top of the door frame, leaning forward. I open my mouth to protest but nothing comes to mind for a moment. All I can see is his naked form. The hard lines of his torso and the dick dangling between his thighs. There must be a reason I can’t let him follow me into the shower. A reason he can’t bend me over the sink. Something more than just that I’m scared to tell him the truth and that if I stay I’m going to blurt out that I’ve loved him ever since I was a little girl.

“It’s Christmas Eve.” I fumble. “We still haven’t figured out who the Cheer pilferer is. My brother can’t know that I was here all night.”

“Santa just wants you to be happy doesn’t he? He wants both of us to be happy.”

“Sugarplum fairies.” I curse under my breath. “I know who took the Christmas Cheer.”

“What? Who? How?” Krampus asks.

“Clothes, I need clothing!” I push past him, into the hall and gesture to my ruined dress.

“I quite like what you are wearing.” Krampus grins wildly and steps past me while I remove the remains of my torn dress.

“Do you think frostbite is sexy?” I retort as I follow him. “Because I am leaving dressed or not.”

Suddenly I’m in a bedroom. A proper bedroom. A large mattress with a wooden bed frame, and two cute little end tables and four pillows and a dresser. And this is where he actually sleeps. It’s cozy. I wouldn’t mind curling up in that pile of pillows.

A warm hand lands on my shoulder and when I whip around, feeling guilty for invading his space, he’s holding out a long black robe with red trim.

“You don’t have a shirt I could wear?” I protest even as I take it from him.

He shrugs noncommittally as I slip on the robe. It’s cozy, made from a quilted silk, and it smells like him. I pause to give it a sniff and his eyes linger on me. His hands falling to my hips, pulling the sash closed and securing it around my waist.

“You look really good in my clothes.” He says, his voice is husky.

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