Page 67 of Prize for the Alien Grumpus

"That was..." she starts, but I cut her off with a kiss.

"Just the beginning," I promise, my cock straining against my pants. But I want to take my time, savor her. Make her come again and again, while she's still wearing my Christmas present.

I position Mel on all fours on the bed, her bottom facing me. The sight of her sexy body exposed to me like this is intoxicating.Her scales shimmer in the soft light, and I can't resist the urge to touch her.

"Krampus," she whispers, looking back at me with wide eyes.

"Shh, just feel," I murmur, running my hands over her smooth scales. I spread her cheeks, revealing her tight little hole. I lean in, my tongue circling her anus, teasing her.

She gasps, her body tensing. "What are you...?"

"Relax," I command, my fingers finding her pussy, already slick and ready for me. I slide two fingers inside her, working them in and out in a steady rhythm.

She moans, her body rocking back against me. I continue to tease her anus with my tongue, my fingers fucking her pussy. Her cries grow louder, more desperate.

"Krampus, please," she begs, her voice hoarse with need.

I don't let up. I push her further, my tongue and fingers working in tandem. I can feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Come for me, Mel," I growl, my fingers curling inside her, hitting that sweet spot.

She screams, her body convulsing as she comes hard. I keep my fingers moving, riding out her orgasm with her. Her body shakes, her cries filling the room.

I slow my movements, bringing her down gently. Her body collapses onto the bed, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"That was...intense," she manages to say, looking back at me with a satisfied smile.

I grin, my cock straining against my pants. I have further plans for her.

I pull Mel onto my lap, one hand cupping her cheek, the other gripping her hip. Her eyes widen, pupils dilating as she feels the hard length of me pressing against her. I lean in, claiming her mouth with a fierce kiss. She tastes like sin and sweetness, a combination that drives me wild.

She breaks the kiss, panting, her eyes never leaving mine. With a smirk, she lifts her haunches, positioning herself just right. Then, with excruciating slowness, she lowers herself onto my throbbing cock. We both cry out, the pleasure so intense it's almost painful.

"Fuck, Mel," I growl, my hands gripping her hips tighter. She's so wet, so tight, it's taking every ounce of my control not to come right then and there.

She leans forward, her forehead resting against mine. Our gazes lock, and it's like the world narrows down to just the two of us. I stand up, her legs wrapping around my waist, my cock still buried deep inside her. She gasps, her arms tightening around my neck.

"Krampus," she breathes, her voice a husky whisper. "What are you doing?"

I grin, starting to walk around the room. Each step makes her bounce on my cock, her inner walls clenching around me. "Just taking you for a ride, sweetheart."

She moans, her head falling back, exposing the delicate line of her throat. I lean down, nipping at the sensitive skin, making her writhe in my arms. She's so light, so feminine, it's like holding a piece of heaven.

"You feel so good," she pants, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "So fucking good."

I chuckle, the sound vibrating through my chest. "You ain't seen nothing yet, baby."

I spin us around, pressing her back against the wall. Her eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn't have time to react before I start pounding into her, each thrust drawing a cry of pleasure from deep within her. The room fills with the sound of our ragged breaths and the slap of flesh against flesh. It's primal, raw, and fucking perfect.

I can't hold back any longer. With a final thrust, I come inside Mel, pumping her full of my hot seed. She cries out, her body convulsing as another orgasm rips through her. Her fingers tangle in my fur, gripping so tight it's almost painful. I don't give a fuck. The pain is exquisite, a testament to her pleasure.

We collapse onto the bed, her body sprawled on top of mine. Our chests heave in unison, slick with sweat and other fluids. The room smells like sex and sin, a heady mixture that's uniquely ours.

"I think your present needs to be washed," she murmurs, slipping out of the cami. Her breasts spill out, still heaving from her ragged breaths. I can't help but admire the view. She's a fucking goddess, all curves and softness.

I smirk, running a hand down her spine, tracing the line of her scales. "I can't wait to defile it again."

She laughs, a husky sound that goes straight to my cock. "You're insatiable, you know that?"

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