Page 27 of Christmas Eve with Krampus

Considering Ruprecht immediately withdrew his tongue and slowly stopped thrusting once I climaxed, and now that he’s still, I can see jets of thick white spunk shooting out of his cock—and, yup, there’s the scent of peppermint in the air—right before he finishes. With a satisfied grin on his face, and that predatory glint in his eye, he tucks his spent cock back into his blood-red velvet pants.

At the same time, Ruprecht pulls his still hard cock out of me, an obvious sign that he’s considered the act done.

His brother is certainly pleased with it. Smiling widely… wickedly… Nicklaus says,

“The girl is clearly your Christmas present this year, brother. But what about Jospehine? She’s been such a good girl after all, I think she deserves a gift.”

Huh? I haven’t gotten a real present since the Christmas I was twenty. A few gift cards or bottles of cheap wine here or there from my co-workers and neighbors, maybe, but that was about all.

And… it looks like I still haven’t when Nicklaus conjures up a small wooden box with a closed lid about the size of my phone.

I can’t find a hinge on it, and when I try to pry the lid off, it doesn’t budge.

Why am I not surprised?

“It doesn’t open,” I tell Nicklaus pointlessly.

“Not yet. But, when the time is right, it might.”

Gee. Thanks. Tossing the wooden box onto the table behind me, I cock my head in his direction. “What about you, Nick? Doesn’t Santa get a present?”

He chuckles under his breath. “Looks like I’m still holding out for my next missus. But until then… the show you put on with my brother was good enough, Josephine Marie. For this year, you’ve definitely made my nice list.”

And all I got is a box I can’t open. What the hell?

Catching my curious—and pretty much annoyed—stare, Nicklaus puts his finger alongside his nose. With a wink of his eerie blue eye, he bobs his head and poof! He’s gone.

“Ho. Ho. Ho!”

Good riddance.

I’m slick with Ruprecht’s sweat, smelling like a musky candy cane though I know he hasn’t had the chance to finish yet, but as soon as Nicklaus vanishes, Ruprecht pulls his linen pants back up and over his erection.

I don’t know what exactly to say about that, so I blurt out the first thing that passes through my mind; I guess I’ve gotten used to just spitting out the truth—and I do.

“I don’t like your brother.”

Ruprecht chuckles, just like I hoped he would. “Mortals love Santa Claus. But the Toymaker… if he wasn’t kin, I wouldn’t like him, either.”

“He’s a freak,” I add. “He watched us fuck.”

“I beg your forgiveness?—”

Screw that. He’s hard, I’m still left wanting, and if my demon only did that because he felt compelled to… maybe he needs me to come out and proposition him myself.

“That’s not what I’m getting at, R. He watched us fuck, but he interrupted us before you could come.”

“Josie?”

I pat the table. Hell, his creepy ass brother watched as he banged me on the wood, christening it. That was for Nicklaus. I need this to be for me and Ruprecht.

No matter what happens after this… if he wants me to stay like Nicklaus did or I start to wonder ‘what if’… I want this for us.

The look of longing on his face says that he wants nothing more than to work his way back inside of me again. His cock is still hard, reddish and coated with evidence of my arousal for him. Even with an audience, I couldn’t deny how attracted I was to him.

I still am. I want to fuck Krampus—but he’s still hesitating.

I pull a small frown. “Ruprecht?”

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