Page 26 of Christmas Eve with Krampus

And I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life when his eyes burn nightly with desire as his laves my fingers clean.

After that, Nicklaus is a far away buzz in my ear. Let him watch. Right now? I don’t care so long as Ruprecht can use his tongue on me again.

Well, after the schawnz I’ve been dying to try out, that is…

“Come here, demon,” I say throatily, backing up until there’s some kind of structure supporting me. I’ve gone a little weak, and my bad hip’s flaring up again, but nothing—nothing—is going to stop me from letting him take me.

Not even Nicklaus, who—damn it!—decides he just has to open his fucking trap again.

“Ruprecht,” he announces, stealing my demon’s attention right as he took his first few steps toward me. “The lore has given me six missus, one each time my legend is changed. This is the first time you’ve stolen one.” Is it just my imagination, or does Nicklaus actually seem kind of proud about that fact? With a nod in my direction, he says in a far-less friendly of a tone, “If you want her, take her. If you want to keep her… remember who you are. Who you and me… who we’ve always been.”

I’m not sure what exactly that is supposed to mean, but Ruprecht does. As if Nicklaus’s last taunt is enough to finally break the metaphorical chains still holding him in place, keeping me from him, my demon shoves his linen pants down and stalks toward me.

Fuck. that look on his face right now… I’ve never seen anything sexier. Like he’d devour me if he could, but he’s also desperate for me to know that I have nothing to fear from him. He’s a demon, not a monster, and when he lifts me up so that my bare ass is sitting on the nearest wooden workstation table, he’s gentle as he tugs me forward, urging me to throw my arms around his thick neck as he lifts my skirts up.

He did exactly what I hoped he would. In this position, with my legs dangling around his thighs, my massive skirt covering most of what’s going on beneath him, he can grip his cock and line it up with me without Nicklaus getting a good view of his brother fucking me.

Ruprecht also has me seated so that I’m taking my weight off of my hip, all while he’s pulling me closer to him. I can’t help but gasp when the scalding heat of his cock nudges my pussy, but instead of second-guessing what’s about to happen, all I want to do is help him find his way.

Everything he said has led me to believe that, in this incarnation as Krampus, he’s never been with a mortal before; maybe not even a female, either. It doesn’t matter. Some things are instinctive, and once he finds my entrance and I murmur to him that he’s right there, he pushes.

I swallow a breath as he eases the first few inches inside of me. This angle is a new one for even me, and with his height, he has to widen his stance a little to line us up. Once he has, feeding me even more of his cock, I bury my face in his naked chest so that Nicklaus doesn’t get to witness just how much it’s affecting me to be stretched out by Ruprecht’s dick.

It’s fucking awesome. It’s warm, the precursor of peppermint making me tingle on the inside, and if part of me is screaming about a possible yeast infection, I quiet it because, right now, I don’t care. I honestly don’t care if Ruprecht’s peppermint jizz fucks up my balance because this feels just too damn good to stop.

And that’s when he finally bottoms out inside of me and I have to muffle my scream against his pec.

“Josie?” His voice is tender yet strained. Quiet, as though he also is trying to keep Nicklaus out of this moment.

I rub the heel of my feet against the back of his taut thigh. “Keep going,” I pant out. “I’m okay.”

He nuzzles the top of my head with his beard. “And you wouldn’t lie to me, would you, liebling?”

“Never,” I vow, and a second later, when Ruprecht withdraws, then pushes himself back inside of me, it became more of a squeal. “Never!”

Never… or at least until tomorrow morning when I have to go.

But that’s tomorrow.

Tonight?

I’m going to enjoy the rhythm he’s starting to build. Thought it’s awkward at first, and I have to hook my leg around his waist to keep myself from sliding all over the table, I cling to him as Ruprecht becomes more sure of his strokes. He fucks me harder, growling under hsi breath as I squeeze him, and I’m sure he’s going to explode before I do.

I wouldn’t mind, either. This is about him, and if I need to get off after, I’m more than willing to go back to his cottage and let him do wonders with his tongue. A true sacrifice, I know, but for Ruprecht, I would do it?

But as though he can sense I need a little more stimulation—or maybe he’s figured out I have a bit of an obsession with his pointed tongue—because, during one particularly fast-paced fucking when I closed my eyes to enjoy it, I sudden sense something hot and wonderful on my clit.

My eyes snap open. Glancing down, I squeal again as I notice his long, pink tongue stretching out of his mouth, disappearing under my skirt where it’s currently doing something magical to my clitoris while his schwanz wrecks my pussy.

I’m so done. A fucking prehensile tongue? Why in the hell would anyone choose Santa over Krampus? Like, really? With a gift like that?

There’s no contest. Within a few seconds of my Christmas demon adding his tongue to the mix, I hit my climax.

As soon as I gasp, coming around Ruprecht’s dick, I’m brought back to reality when I hear Nicklaus grunt over the sounds of our bodies slapping, then shout out loud, “Merry Christmas!”

Talk about a buzzkill. It’s like he splashed a bucket of ice water on me.

Did he…did he really just shout ‘merry Christmas’ as he was coming?

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