Page 25 of Guarded By the Krampus

“I think that’s all I can take, Ace,” she said looking sad.

“Never apologize. Never apologize for anything again.” I reached down between us to cuff my own dick with a hand, so I would know not to go any further. I’d get a piercing there later to mark it, if I had to. “Was it good before that?”

She gave a short laugh. “Do you have to ask?”

“No. But—I like reassurance, too.”

“Yeah?” she said, reaching down to loop one of my horns. “You want to hear how bad I need to bang you?”

I lifted my lips at her in a tease. “Not if you’re going to call it that.”

She laughed for real right after. “Fuck you, Ace—and? Fuck me.”

“Roger that,” I said, pushing my dick back inside her up to where her limit was.

I gave her a couple strokes, then I twisted my hand so that every time I thrust, I rubbed her clit with my thumb. “Mmmmmmm,” she purred, bringing her free hand up to play with a breast.

I sent my long tongue up to lick at her other one, tasting the sweat that’d accumulated beneath it so far.

“That’s unfair,” she complained, without malice, before kicking off of my back, to arch her hips up.

“Yeah?” I asked her. “No, Satin—what’s unfair is how I sneakily made you come five different times, just so you’d be ready to take my cock.”

She pretended to pout down at me. “Did it work?” she asked, with feigned breathless innocence.

“You tell me,” I asked her, grunting, as I slid the length of me I was allowed inside her in again. There was a heated moment between us, while our bodies connected, over and over, me taking my fill of what I could get of her, and her with her metal-eyes half-lidded.

“I wanna come inside you, Satin. Are you on protection?”

That roused her from her pre-orgasm stupor. “Uh—no—I haven’t needed any in years.”

Fuck me, I thought, and groaned.

“But—” she began, before I could stop her.

“Nah,” I said, brushing her off. “You don’t understand how satyr cum works.”

“Well—I want to!” she protested—like someone used to getting her own way.

“I want that too—but let’s get you off again, first?—”

“Ace,” she complained, with a real pout this time, but I shoved myself inside of her to interrupt her, and stayed there, keeping her maximally stretched, rubbing my thumb against her clit and working her wet folds with the fingers on my hand.

“What was that?” I teased her for her sudden silence. “Is it hard to talk, when you’re full of me?”

And then I bent my head down, moving my thumb, so I couldlickher clit with my long tongue, and she screamed.

“Oh my God—how the—” she started, but fell quickly into moans.

Her hands found my horns again quickly—and that was the only thing I needed. My hips started fluttering forward, giving her the six fat inches she could take over and over, while her pussy’s juices drenched me like a fountain.

I pulled up, while keeping my head bowed, seeing the space where we met, where I was sinking into her, pulling all the way out before plunging back in as far as I was allowed

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” I said, burying my tongue against her again. She was getting closer, I could smell it. “You taste so good,” I said, coming up, licking her juices off the fur of my chin. Inside, her pussy was swollen now, her walls thick from all the friction I’d given them, holding me hard—and she’d started whining, like she needed something that she couldn’t quite say. “And someday, Satin,” I growled at her, “I’m gonna cum in you, and make you hold it in.”

That was all it took—she shrieked and started trembling all over, bucking forward wildly, her hips working against mine, and fuuuuuuuuckkkk—I stayed in her for as long as I dared, because everything that was in me wanted to feel it—before I ripped myself out of her, straddling her quickly, my hooves digging into her bed as I stroked myself hard.

Then my orgasm took me, and I was shooting out, spurting myself over her, all the cum I’d been storing up to givehermymatefrommejetting out of me onto her milky white skin.

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