Page 26 of Kraved By Krampus

Igniting orgasm after blinding orgasm in my overwhelmed body. Jolt after jolt of pure pleasure until I’m sobbing brokenly, wrung out and quivering from sensation overload.

Finally, mercifully, Krampus stills his lips and fingers. He presses kisses to my inner thighs, letting me float down from that incredible high.

“Thank you for that, little one.” I can hear the smirk in his voice, even though I can’t see his face.

Krampus releases my hands, the silken bindings falling away. He unstraps my ankles from the spreader, letting my legs free. Relief flows through me, along with a thrill of anticipation for what comes next.

“You’re not done yet, little mate,” Krampus purrs, his obsidian horns gleaming in the candlelight. “I’ve got one more surprise for you.”

Fresh fear and exhilaration jolt through my nerve endings. What more could this man, this beast, possibly have in store after that mind-blowing performance with his tongue? How much more could he make me take?

Krampus smirks, as if reading my thoughts. “Oh, I’m nowhere near finished with you, sugarplum.”

“Yes, Krampus,” I gasp, my body still humming with aftershocks from the relentless orgasms he’s coaxed from me. “Please, whatever you want. Just don’t stop touching me.”

His low laugh sends delicious tingles across my skin as he strokes my hair away from my face. “Always so eager, little mate. But first, I want you to see something.”

Krampus steps back, and I shift on the plush rug, feeling deliciously sore and sensitive all over. My eyes wander over his muscular frame, taking in his broad shoulders and the powerfulplanes of his chest. His horns gleam in the flickering candlelight, adding to the aura of dangerous allure he exudes.

With a whisper of clothing, Krampus undoes the belt holding his pants in place. He removes his belt and slides his pants down, freeing his hardened cock. As the fabric falls away, my breath catches in my throat.

His cock springs free, and my eyes widen at the sight. Not just at his impressive size, but at the subtle obsidian ridges along his length that seem to pulse with a faint purple glow in the candlelight. He's massive, thick, and fully erect. I watch, fascinated, at the bulbous head leaking with anticipation, glistening in the warm glow of the candles.

The broad head is darker than the rest, like polished black stone, and I wonder fleetingly how those ridges would feel inside me.

But no, he’s not going to take me. I realize with a pang of disappointment. He’s just going to keep teasing me until I’m broken...

Krampus circles his fingers around the base of his cock. His obsidian horns curl above me as his eyes burn into to me. With purposeful strokes he glides his fist up and down the thick shaft.

“Do you like what you see, little mate?” Krampus’s voice is rough with wanting, and yet he makes no further move to touch himself, instead letting me admire the sheer size of him.

“Y-Yes,” I whisper, my cheeks flaming with heat. I’ve never seen a man so well-endowed, and a wicked thrill courses through me. “It’s just... I mean, you’re so...”

“Big?” Krampus’s smirk is devilish in the shadows. “Don’t worry, sugarplum. I won’t hurt you. But I will show you just how good it can be.”

His words send a shiver of anticipation through me, and I imagine how it would feel to have him stretch me wide. I bite mylip, my eyes flicking to his impressive length. “What... what do you want me to do?”

Instead of answering, Krampus crooks a finger at me. “Come here, little mate.”

I scramble to my knees, my gaze never leaving his. When I reach him, Krampus cups my chin, tilting my head back. His eyes glow with an infernal light, reflecting the dancing flames, and his pupils are dilated, reflecting his desire. “Open your mouth.”

My heart hammers as I part my lips, and a bead of sweat trickles between my breasts. What does he intend?

Krampus doesn’t keep me waiting. He strokes himself, pumping his shaft slowly as the tip leaks more of that glistening fluid. Then, with a husky groan, he aims himself at my waiting mouth.

I lean forward, unsure, but his palm at the back of my head guides me. My lips close around the broad head of his cock, and I moan softly at the taste of him. Salt and musk fill my senses as I take more of him, my tongue flicking out to taste him.

“Yes, that’s it, my muse,” Krampus rumbles, his eyes half-closed in pleasure. “Wrap your lips around me and suck.”

I do as he says, hollow cheeks and swirling my tongue. More precum spills onto my tongue, and I moan appreciatively, sucking harder.

Krampus’s hand tightens in my hair, and his hips begin to move, slowly at first, then with growing urgency. “That’s it, little mate. Take all of me.”

I moan around him, but before he comes, Krampus withdraws from my mouth, his eyes dark with desire. “Now it’s your turn again, sugarplum.”

I swallow nervously, feeling my body thrumming with arousal but unsure what he intends. Krampus reaches out, trailing a finger through the glistening wetness between mythighs. He brings his finger to my mouth, and I lick it clean obediently.

“Such a good girl.” Krampus’s voice is thick with arousal. “Now, lie down and let me show you what else I have in store for you.”

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