Page 69 of Prize for the Alien Grumpus

My eyes roll back as he expertly teases me, his fingers circling my clit with just the right amount of pressure. I'm helpless in his grasp, pinned beneath his powerful hand, and it feels incredible. Every touch sends waves of pleasure coursing through me, building an intensity that's almost unbearable.

"You like that, don't you?" he growls, his fingers moving faster, driving me closer to the edge.

I can only manage a whimper in response, my body tensing as he pushes me higher and higher. The sensation of being completely under his control, of being pleasured at his whim, is intoxicating. I never want it to end.

"Please," I beg, my voice barely a whisper. "Please, Krampus."

He chuckles, the sound low and dangerous. "Please what, Mel? What do you want?"

I can't form the words, can't think straight with his fingers working their magic. All I can do is feel, lost in the overwhelming pleasure he's giving me. I'm completely at his mercy, and he knows it.

And he loves it.

Krampus's fingers dance along my clit, driving me to the edge of insanity. I'm a writhing, panting mess on his lap, my body tensing as he brings me close to the brink, only to deny me release again and again.

"Please," I whimper, my voice barely a whisper. "Please, Krampus."

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through me. "Are you going to be a good girl now?"

"Are you going to let me go if I say yes?" I manage to ask, though my breath hitches as he circles my clit with just the right amount of pressure.

"Yes," he replies, his voice a low rumble.

I consider it for a moment, my body aching for release. "Hmm. In that case, I think I'm still feeling sort of naughty."

Krampus rumbles with laughter, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "You asked for it."

Krampus lifts me up effortlessly, his strong hands gripping my thighs as he positions me on his shoulders. I gasp, my legs dangling over his broad frame, my back against the cool wall. His mouth is right there, his hot breath teasing my sensitive flesh.

"Krampus, what are you—?" My words die in my throat as his tongue finds its target. A shiver runs through me, and I grip his horns for support, my fingers tracing the rough, spiraling grooves.

He growls against me, the vibration sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. His tongue is relentless, exploring every inch of me, driving me to the edge with each skilled stroke. I can't move, can't think, can only feel as he devours me.

"Oh god," I whisper, my head falling back against the wall. My hips buck against his mouth, seeking more of the exquisitetorture. He responds by gripping my thighs tighter, holding me in place as he feasts on me.

The first orgasm hits me like a freight train, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over me. But Krampus doesn't stop, doesn't even slow down. He growls again, the sound vibrating through me, prolonging my climax.

"Please," I beg, my voice hoarse with need. "Please, Krampus."

He chuckles, the sound dark and dangerous, sending shivers down my spine. "Please what, little human? What do you want?"

I can't answer, can't form the words. All I can do is hang on as he drives me higher and higher, his tongue working magic on my flesh. The second orgasm is even more intense, my body shaking as I cry out his name.

But still, he doesn't stop. He's relentless, his grip on my thighs like a vice as he holds me in place, his tongue driving me to the brink of insanity. I'm a panting, writhing mess, my body slick with sweat, my mind a blur of pleasure.

"Please," I whimper, my voice barely a whisper. "Please, Krampus."

He growls again, the sound vibrating through me, pushing me over the edge once more. My body convulses, my hips bucking against his mouth as I ride out the waves of pleasure.

But even as the orgasm fades, I know he's not done with me yet. And god help me, I don't want him to be.

Krampus throws me onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he follows me down. His hands are on me, pinning my wrists above my head. I moan with pleasure as his big, throbbing cock glides inside of me. I feel so amazingly full, and it's perfect.

"Oh god, Krampus," I whisper, my voice a shaky mess.

He grunts, his hips moving in a rhythm that drives me wild. Each thrust sends a wave of pleasure through me, building anintensity I've never felt before. He's so big, so powerful, and I'm completely at his mercy.

I wrap my legs around his furry waist, pulling him in tight to my body. His fur is soft against my skin, a contrast to the raw power of his body. He growls, his grip on my wrists tightening as he thrusts harder, deeper.

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