Page 12 of The Krampus' Queen
He sits up, his eyes gleaming like hot coals in the hearth. Oh, that was a bad move. Heat licks up my body as I unclamp my hand and try to smooth down the fur I mussed up. His stare peels down to my soul, but I can’t escape. His hands cling under my ass, trapping me just above the water.
“You like it,” he says.
Is that a question? A statement?
A threat?
Do I like watching you squirm and grunt as I pull on your fur? My mouth drops, the yes rolling in my throat. At the last second, I pivot to, “What?”
His tongue bobs out of his mouth, then he curls it into a capital S. “This?”
Oh, yeah. That’s very nice too. That’s what I like.I keep nodding while padding my palms against his pecs. I don’t trust myself near his downy, lush fur.
Krampus stares down at me trying to shrink into myself. Then the edge of his lips ticks up into a smile of mischief. “Good.”
The hands under my ass become a rocket. I launch upward, my body flailing forward in shock as I shoot past his grinning face into the stratosphere. For a brief moment, all I see are the mountains. Black as pitch, their edges are like broken teeth rising from the earth. Snow pelts their peaks, hiding away the treacherous range that’s probably taken thousands of climbers, when my knees land on his shoulders.
A single palm presses against my belly, keeping me from smashing face-first into the stone below. Swaying, I get my balance, then I feel him watching up at me. Just as I steady myself by digging my fist into the top of his head, he draws the back of his claw between my legs. With his eyes not wavering for a second, he stares me down as that thick, smooth, deadly claw sweeps from my taint up through my spreading vulva.
It’s as warm and slick as a river rock. Hard but not unbearable. My arousal drenches his claw as he rubs the back of the nail bed over my clit. My fingers dig through his scattered hair, a moan building. My body aches to grind down on him and chase that pleasure.
Then the claw starts to move. Those razor edges could slice me in half. I freeze, terrified at the potential, but also pleading for it to never stop. That claw could gut me with one nick, and yet the idea of it thrusting inside of me has me gushing over his hand.
Just as I’m giving in to the madness, he reaches the tip. The needle-like end swerves over my clit and I gulp. Is that what he used to pierce his body? Pierce his cock? Does he want to do the same to me?
His arousal-soaked hand lands on my thigh. “You’re shaking.”
Am I?
He smirks and slips out his tongue. “Good.” The tip of his foot-long tongue strikes my clit.
“Hell’s bells!” I yelp, floored at the tender kiss of that sharp tip. It doesn’t bat at my clit or flick it like a switch. No, he gently swerves back and forth across the hood, only teasing the possibility of direct contact. As the dangerous Krampus teases my clit with his tongue, I grow braver and gaze out the windows. I can’t even see the glass or the frames. This close, it looks like I’m about to pitch over and fall down the snow-battered cliffs. Shatter my bones into a million pieces on the boulders below.
The monster between my thighs shakes his head. His horns dig into my skin, widening my stance. I yelp, tipping over. A hand grabs the end of my ponytail and snaps me back up. “Fuck,” I groan, the throb of pain setting off another pulse down my body. Arousal drips off his chin, but he smiles against my vulva, his lips spreading mine so he can delve deeper. As his tongue picks up speed on my clit, his lips kiss my pussy.
I squirm to chase that tongue, forgetting the horns. The tips dig into my thick thighs, spearing the skin. It should hurt, but all I feel is a glow burning deep in my chest. I spread my legs even wider, chasing that piercing jolt. What I don’t anticipate is his tongue taking on a life of its own.
It never leaves my clit, some part always rolling up and down on the nub, but the tip travels onward. Down through me, he tastes both sides of my parted vulva. I brace for him to fuck me with a tongue longer than most dicks, but it keeps going. A bracing shock tears through me as he licks over my taint. The sensation is sharp and quick, like biting into wintergreen, but as more of him caresses down me, it eases into a deep throb like the beating of a drum.
My hips start to rock, chasing the pleasure cutting straight through me. God, it’s so good it’s unfair. Stupid tears rise in my eyes at the thought that I’ll never feel this good again.
Then he teases my anus. I bolt upright, shocked at the tip circling my pucker.This isn’t right. This isn’t how it’s done. This is…
“Oh my fucking god. Why does that feel so good?” I moan. Unlike the sharp burst of pleasure from my clit, this is a slow, simmering heat. I press my ass back into his tongue. It delves inward, spreading my tight hole. Soaking wet heat rolls from my clit to my anus and I’m in heaven. It builds brick by brick, Krampus not showing a second of fatigue as he sucks and licks me down.
The winter storm rages, snow tumbling through the subzero temperatures while I’m boiling inside out. I can’t say how long I’m straddling his head, his tongue licking me from ass to pussy, but my feet go numb. It’s so good, I don’t want it to end. Ever. I want to stay in this moment.
Forever.
A moan rattles my pussy. There’s that sound of bells and a loud splash. Oh fuck, is he jerking himself off while eating me out?
Nirvana cracks and need seeps in.
Grabbing his horns, I ride his tongue hard. It tightens, his licks picking up steam to match my bucking. “Fuck. This is… I’m so…” I whimper, mad at myself for giving in, but loving every millisecond of it.
Claws scrape down my back. I tip my head, nearly crying out in pain, when his fingers sink into my asscheeks. He locks his top lip and tongue around my clit and sucks down.
Everything is nothing.
