Page 38 of Guarded By the Krampus

I was glad she was walking behind me, so she wouldn’t feel my dick rising up to grope her. I could hardly blame it though—its instincts were good, and it’d finally led me to the right girl.

Once we were inside her bedroom, I turned to pick her up and toss her gently on the bed. She squealed and then laughed, kicking off her shoes as she bounced, reaching her arms out for me.

“Yeah?” I teased, unlatching my kilt, thrilled to see her so eager. “You’re not scared of this big, horny monster who wants to eat you?”

She laughed and shook her head. “Not as long as he wants to eat the right parts,” she said, reaching down to unzip her jeans.

I helped her pull them off quickly, then lay down, trusting her to manage her own shirt and bra. Instead, I nuzzled the space between her thighs, running my nose up and down the shiny silk that protected her pussy from me, inundating myself with her scent, before letting my lips reach forward to pull her underwear off of her, so that I could take a careful bite.

It took two bites though for her to realize precisely what it was that I was doing.

“Ace! You aren’t!” she gasped, as I chewed the fabric lucky enough to be drenched by her juices and swallowed it.

“I am.”

“Oh my God!” she shouted, and then rocked back, laughing, her head in her hands, as I started licking her newly revealed pussy. She switched gears quickly though. “That’s so good,” she said, with a moan, reaching down to run her fingers through the patch of shaggier fur I had between my horns on my head.

I tilted my head side to side, hoping she’d get the hint, and she did, grabbing hold of my horns.

“You like that?” she wondered.

I nodded into her cunt, started pushing my tongue in, and her walls came for me at once, already excited, primed by the fact I’d given her pleasure every other single time.

Her body knew what she needed—and so did I.

“Oh yeah, Ace,” she breathed, beginning to arch her hips up. I caught them with my hands to support her, and she tossed her feet over my shoulders, letting her knees fall wide, leaving her totally exposed. She held onto my horns with one hand and used the other to pull at her nipples and for some reason that gesture in particular left me panting—so I rose up from between her legs to tell her so.

“Keep doing that,” I said, then added, “please.”

“Hmm?” she asked, looking down the plane between her breasts at me and giving me a conquering smile. “This?” she asked, pulling her nipples up, then dropping her full breasts, making them bounce and jiggle.

The sight of it made stupid primal shit rise up inside me—thoughts I didn’t want about how those breasts were not onlyminebut that someday I would share them with a baby.

I was mammalian, after all.

Then she licked her fingers, before pulling her nipples into tiny peaks in front of me, and I just about died.

“Come help me, Ace,” she said, with a helplessness that I knew was all for show. “My period’s coming, they feel all full and achy.”

I rose over her the same as I might have were she playing a flute and charming a snake, moving to take one nipple in between my strong lips and pull and suck at it, and then the other, all the while she held her breasts up for me, making gratifying noises, my dick hovering between us like a flesh-colored surfboard.

“That’s so good too,” she whined, as I licked a broad stripe between them, over her, not wanting to break contact with her skin. Then she reached one arm underneath, to hold both of them up, while reaching down to play with her clit again, jostling my dick with her arm—and I moved it away from her, bringing lower body up, so that I could slap her pussy with my balls.

“You need me there?” I murmured, in between deep, rolling sucks.

She didn’t answer, she just nodded.

“How badly?” I asked, watching her body flush. I could feel the wet folds of her pussy briefly stick against me with each tap, like they were trying to catch me and pull me in.

“So badly,” she swore.

I could’ve pretended I was taking pity on her, but the truth was I was taking pity on myself—I kissed between her breasts, and down her stomach, until my hands were supporting me over her hips, and my dick was aligned.

“Gonna go in now,” I warned her, leaning down to kiss the point of her hip, as I began to do so. “I’ll be slow.”

“You don’t need to be,” she protested—and she was right—she was wetter than the ocean.

“Maybe I’m being slow for me,” I teased. “’Cause I wanna make this last, eh? And feel you while I can?”

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