Page 42 of Prize for the Alien Grumpus

The pressure builds, my body coiling like a spring. I'm so close, teetering on the edge of something huge. And then, with one last flick of his tongue, I'm falling, screaming his name as I come harder than I ever have in my life.

Krampus doesn't stop, his tongue lapping up every last drop of my release. I writhe and moan, my body on fire with pleasure. It's too much, too intense, but at the same time, I never want it to end.

When he finally lifts his head, his face is glistening with my juices. He grins, looking like the cat that got the cream. "Delicious," he purrs, and I can't help but laugh, even as my body trembles with the aftershocks of my orgasm.

I reach for him, pulling him up to me. "My turn," I whisper, before claiming his mouth in a kiss that tastes of me and him and something utterly wild and alien.

I push Krampus back onto the bed, a wicked grin spreading across my face. His eyes widen, but he doesn't protest. He's putty in my hands, and I intend to enjoy every second of this.

"What are you doing, Mel?" His voice is a low rumble, sending shivers down my spine.

"Shh," I whisper, trailing my fingers down his chest. His fur is soft, inviting, and I can't help but lean down and press a kiss to his sternum. He shudders, his breath hitching in his throat.

I move lower, my hands exploring every inch of him. His muscles tense under my touch, and I can feel his heart pounding in his chest. I look up at him, my eyes locking with his as I wrap my hand around his cock.

It's dark blue, almost black, and it's beautiful. The contrast of my pale white hand against his skin is intoxicating, and I can't help but stroke him, marveling at the feel of him in my hand.

He groans, his head falling back against the pillows. "Mel," he growls, his hands fisting the sheets.

I lean down, my tongue flicking out to taste him. He's salty and sweet, a heady combination that makes my mouth water. I take him into my mouth, my hand still working him as I swirl my tongue around his tip.

He bucks his hips, his hands tangling in my hair. "Fuck, Mel," he groans, his voice hoarse with desire.

I hum around him, taking him deeper into my mouth. His cock hits the back of my throat, and I swallow, my eyes watering as I fight the urge to gag. He's big, almost too big, but I want this. I want him.

His breath comes in short gasps, his body tensing beneath me. I can feel his orgasm building, his cock swelling in my mouth. I redouble my efforts, my hand and mouth working in tandem as I bring him closer and closer to the edge.

With a roar, he comes, his seed spilling into my mouth. I swallow every drop, my eyes locked with his as I drink him down. His eyes burn with desire, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath.

Before I can react, he moves. One moment I'm kneeling between his legs, the next I'm flat on my back, his body covering mine. His eyes are wild, his breath coming in short pants.

Krampus hovers over me, his eyes burning into mine. "You're mine, Mel. All mine."

"Prove it," I whisper, a challenge in my voice.

A wicked grin spreads across his face. He flips me over like I weigh nothing, and suddenly, I'm on my hands and knees. His hands grip my hips, his claws pricking my skin just enough to send a thrill through me.

"Your wish is my command," he growls, and then he's inside me, filling me completely. I gasp, my fingers clutching the sheets. He moves, slow at first, then faster, his hips slappingagainst mine. The sound fills the room, a primal rhythm that matches the pounding of my heart.

"Krampus," I moan, his name a plea on my lips. He leans down, his body covering mine. His hand snakes around, finding my clit and stroking it in time with his thrusts. The sensation is overwhelming, pleasure coiling tight in my belly.

"Come for me, Mel," he whispers in my ear, his voice a dark promise. "Let me hear you scream."

And I do. I scream his name as I come, my body convulsing around him. He roars, his own release following mine. We collapse onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and heaving breaths.

Krampus pulls me into his arms, his body spooning mine. His fur is soft against my back, his breath warm on my neck. I can feel his heart beating, a steady rhythm that lulls me into a state of bliss.

"That was..." I start, but words fail me.

"Just the beginning," he finishes, a smug smile in his voice. I elbow him lightly, and he chuckles, pulling me closer.

We lie there, our bodies pressed together, our breaths syncing. His hand traces lazy patterns on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I feel safe, cherished. It's a foreign feeling, but one I could get used to.

"Krampus?" I ask, my voice soft.

"Hmm?" he rumbles, his arms tightening around me.

"Thank you," I say, and I feel him smile against my neck.

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