Page 27 of I Saw Krampus Kissing Ms Claus

“Good.” I whimper.

“Good?” He laughs. “Then you are going to love this.”

His hand pulls back again and I enjoy the briefest beautiful breath of anticipation before he strikes again, harder this time. Landing with a resounding slap against my skin.

I yelp, and I hear him snicker.

“I love it when my naughty girl is loud.” He says. His palm strokes across me gently caressing the tender flesh.

His hand pulls back and lands again, much lighter, making me lunge against him. His thumb dips down, slipping across my pussy.

“Wet for me already?” He asks.

“Wet for you always.” I admit remorsefully as his hand pulls away.

He moans in approval. I feel his hardness rising beneath me. Jabbing into my stomach every time I wince as his palm comes down against me again and again. He counts me down. Every third slap his hand lands a little lower, a little gentler as it drags up across my exposed heat. His fingers sliding between my lips. Until I am gasping against his legs, hot, wet, and ready. I need more. I need to be filled.

“Have you learned your lesson, naughty girl?” He asks.

“I need you to fuck me now.”

“That’s not an answer.” He says, palming my heat. “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes! Yes!” I squirm in his lap.

He chuckles as his arms scoop under me. He lifts me and deposits me onto the bed. I wince when my ass hits the mattress, but I wait patiently as he strips off his pants standing naked in front of me, his cock standing to attention thick and long and tempting.

“Let me see my handiwork.” He demands, his hand lowering to stroke along his long knobby length.

“Nice boys say please.” I tease as I watch his fingers work their magic.

“Naughty girls get more punishment.” He growls leaning forward to grab my knees, he spins me over in a flash. Propping my sore red ass into the air. “There we are, my perfect, Saint Nik.”

His hands graze over my sensitive skin, he presses the length of his shaft along my seam, rocking back and forth, coating himself in my wetness. I moan gently.

“No protests this time?” His claws stroke up and down my thighs. “You aren’t going to argue that we don’t belong together?”

“I’m trying not to be naughty.” I say, wiggling my ass back against him, his hands stop my movement and he pulls back from me. I’m tense all over waiting for whatever he decides to dole out. Ready for him.

“Good.” He murmurs, “Let me give you your reward.” He presses into me slowly, letting me feel every inch of him, until he is fully seated inside me. His hand strokes slowly up my skin, lighting excited fires up my back until his fingers reach the back of my neck and he digs his claws in just enough to pinch.

“My perfect Saint Nik.” I hear him whisper it again as jerks against me hard and deep with harsh grunts against my ear. “My perfect Saint Nik, and my perfect pussy.”

The friction between our bodies sets me off. His quick forceful thrusts launching all other thoughts out of my brain until it’s just two bodies meeting. His hardness and my softness. His tail sneaking forward to flick against my clit until I am screaming something that might be his name. I’ve lost all words, as he presses me hard against the mattress and seems to fuck me with his whole body. Driving forth with a primal power that has him roaring in my ear as he finishes, filling me with his cum. His cock twitching and quivering inside me.

His face presses tight into my neck with a groan. “My sweet Saint Nik.”

He holds me like that for a long moment with his face pressed against me before he finally pulls away, and out. He leans back, looking at the space between my legs. I start to slide my knees closed, but he stops me with a firm hand.

“Let me look at the perfect mess I’ve made of you.” He mutters, his hand lowering to glide up my thigh, I feel the wetness he spreads along my skin, the mixture of the two of us. The cool air highlighting how naked and exposed I am.

I wait for him to collapse on the bed next to me but instead he lifts me. Scooping me into his arms and carrying me from the room. All of the fight has been fucked out of me, so I curl against his chest and I don’t even worry about where he’s taking me.

I find myself deposited into a bed. A different bed. His real bed. For a few terrifying moment’s I’m alone, and then he’s back. A warm wash cloth meets my skin, wiping gently between my legs, cleaning the mess he made and soothing my hot skin.

“I can leave” I murmur as he sinks into bed beside me.

“Don’t be an idiot.” He says, pulling me tight to his chest and stroking my hair. He whispers soft things about how perfect and beautiful I am. This time I really try to believe him. But it’s enough to dig my fingers into the fur along his stomach and know that my demon, my Krampus, believes what he says.

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