Page 27 of Kraved By Krampus

I lower myself to the soft rug, my breaths coming in short pants. Krampus stands before me, his impressive length still hard and ready. Anticipation pools between my thighs, ready for him, and my legs quiver in anticipation.

Kneeling between my spread thighs, Krampus leans forward, his breath hot on my ear. “I’m going to fill you up, little mate.”

His words send a thrill of excitement through me, and I arch my back, offering myself to him. Krampus chuckles, his hot breath fanning my sensitive skin. “Eager as always, little mate.”

“Your cock... I need it, please.” The words spill from me before I can stop them. Begging for him.

His ancient, intelligent gaze sears me and I imagine myself pinned under his brawn, filled to the brim with his thick length. Stretched, split open, crying out as he takes his pleasure inside me.

But Krampus simply shakes his head. “Not yet, little mate. Without a bond to protect you, my lust could ruin you. And I’m afraid I don’t have the self-control to hold back...”

I whimper and curl into him, stricken. “But I need...”

“Shh...” He presses a tender kiss to my forehead as I melt into his strong embrace. “You’ll get it, all of me soon enough. I promise you that much.”

I feel his big hands on my thighs, pushing them wider apart. Then, with a whispered incantation, he calls upon his shadow magic.

A tendril of darkness slithers from the shadows, snaking towards me. I’m transfixed as it enters me, a strange andexhilarating sensation coiling through my pussy. I gasp as it writhes and twists, an extension of Krampus himself, filling me with his shadow magic. My heartbeat quickens, and the tendril matches its rhythm, expanding and contracting in time with my pulse.

“Yes, that’s it, little mate,” Krampus rumbles, his voice a dark caress in my ear. “Take my magic inside you. Let it fill you, stretch you, prepare you for me.”

His words send shivers through me, and the tendril seems to pulse in response. Then, as if my wanton reaction is an invitation, another tendril joins the first, slipping into my ass as well. I cry out, my body clenching in surprise and pleasure as the shadows invade and claim me.

“That’s it, sugarplum,” Krampus growls, his voice rough with need. “Take all of it. Let my magic consume you.”

The tendrils move in concert, stroking and rubbing against every sensitive spot. As the shadow tendrils fill and stretch me, I can’t believe the pleasure coursing through my body. I’ve never felt anything like this, and I don’t want it to end. Krampus’s voice in my ear, dark and commanding, only adds fuel to the fire.

It’s as if Krampus knows my body better than I do, as if he can see my pleasure glowing in the dark. And then his fingers join the dance, finding my clit, stroking and circling with perfect pressure. My body tenses, arches, and I cry out, lost in sensation as he brings me to the brink.

“That’s it, little mate. Let it take you.” Krampus’s fingers move faster, his shadows thrashing within me in perfect sync. “Come for me now.”

His command sends me over the edge. I scream his name as an explosion rocks my body. White-hot pleasure surges through me, and my pussy clenches rhythmically around the shadow tendrils as they pulse and writhe within me.

It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before—intense and otherworldly. The shadows seem to drink up every ounce of my ecstasy as they continue to move within me, prolonging my climax indefinitely.

I open my eyes to see Krampus above me, his hand wrapped around his thick cock as he strokes himself furiously. His gaze is locked on mine, his eyes glowing with infernal light as he watches me come apart under the ministrations of his shadows. His expression is a mix of lust and something else—admiration? Possession?

It’s not a shudder of fear that runs through me, but something far more profound and primal. It’s as if my body recognizes this feeling, this dark pleasure, on a fundamental level, and instead of shrinking away, I find myself yearning for more.

I should be afraid, I know, but something about the way he looks at me sends a heady rush of desire coursing through my veins. Krampus wantsmewith an intensity that rivals my own yearning for him. Despite his fearsome appearance and dark power, I feel safe.

“You’re so beautiful when you come,” he growls between clenched teeth. “So responsive.”

The shadow tendrils inside me are relentless, their movements becoming even more insistent as they stretch and tease my sensitive spots. I’m on the verge of another climax, my body trembling with the effort to hold back the tidal wave of pleasure. I can’t take much more of this, but at the same time, I never want it to end.

Krampus must sense my inner turmoil, because he leans in close, his hot breath tickling my ear. “That’s it, little mate,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. “Let it all go.” His words are like a trigger, and my self-control shatters like glass under his commanding tone.

As if they have a mind of their own, my hands reach out and grasp the obsidian curves of his horns, my body arching in uncontrollable pleasure. At the touch of my hands on his horns, he seems to lose control and lets out a deep groan, the sound rumbling through his broad chest. I feel his powerful body tense above me. Then he grunts again, a primal sound, and I feel his warmth spill over my skin, his seed marking me as his.

His release is hotter than humanly possible, almost scorching against my skin, and glows with a faint purple luminescence before seeming to sink into my flesh like a magical brand.

The sensation of him coming on me sends me over the edge once more, and I come harder than before. My pussy clenches around the shadow tendrils as they pulse within me, and I sob with the intensity of it.

Finally, as the waves of bliss begin to subside, the shadow tendrils withdraw, leaving me boneless and replete.

Krampus leans over me, his horns framing his face. “Did you like that, little mate?”

I can only nod, still catching my breath as aftershocks ripple through me.

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