Page 14 of The Krampus' Queen
Smiling wickedly, I roll the hoop with my thumb so it brushes through his frenulum. “What are you waiting for?”
Darkness falls over his face, his eyes shadowed by his horns and hair. The slopping water is punctuated by a low, long snicker. Hot breath twists in my ear. I nearly turn to look, but he holds my chin as he whispers, “Pull it. And brace yourself.”
Pull what? His cock? I was already…
Oh…
I thumb the hoop again. The man breathing down my cheek tightens, his body wound and ready to snap. Holding my breath, I break from his grip to kiss him.
And I tug on his cock piercing.
A dragon’s roar erupts down my throat. His hands lock onto my breast and buttock. One for each, both squeezing—claws nicking the skin. He keeps pumping his hips, not only pushing his cock up my fist but my thumb’s still trapped in the ring. Every thrust pulls it harder. It has to hurt, but he’s the one doing it. Whimpers mix with the most feral howls of dominance I’ve ever heard.
Teeth nip down my throat. A claw scrapes over my inner thigh. Pants turn to licks, nibbles, then full-on bites across my breast. All the while, his eyes burn blood red.
I yelp as he scrapes his teeth across my nipple. The sound only drives him madder. I manage to fish my thumb out of the ring, but it doesn’t matter. He catches both of my wrists in one hand and yanks my arms above my head. Pinned, I stare up where he holds me just below the welts.
All I can do is pant, watching his cock pulse. The hoop swings like a pendulum back and forth while he stares at me at his mercy. “I warned you,” he pants. A furry leg slips between mine. It knocks my thighs apart and I tumble.
My wrists plummet through his grip and he closes around the welts. Pain sunders up my arms, and I start to cry out, but then he meets my eyes and strokes his cock. The ache across my wrists is forgotten.
No, it twists into something perverted and hot. I’m ensnared in his movements. He’s not as careful as I was. Gripping his cock as tight as he holds me, he yanks his shaft up. Reaching the top, he rolls the hoop through his hole and back out all while whimpering and moaning.
“Stop?” he grunts.
Hell no I don’t want him to stop. This is so fucking… Oh.
He means me. Us. There’s still a bit of the man remaining inside the animal. I can end this now. But, as his eyes burn to a cinder, I know there’s no going back if I keep this up.
Bending forward, I yelp at the pain I cause myself. He stares at me, his hand paused in stroking himself off. Straining to look into his eyes, I growl, “Fuck me.” Diving as far as I can, I bite down on his chest hair and tear it with my teeth.
Claws scrape over my ass. I shift, expecting a hard spank, but the next thing I know he’s lifting me by my butt and wrists. As we spring out of the spa, rivers drain down his body. The muscles are harder than ever. Four rows of abs cup the rolling drops. The muscles over his ribs flex and the tendons in his throat tense.
With his palm under my ass, he spreads my thighs apart and hefts me to him. I land face-first into his chest fur. The scent of animal makes me see stars and I turn my cheek.
He drops my pussy onto his cock.
A roar of mountains shakes the windows. For a second, I fear what’ll happen if they shatter and a ton of snow drops on our heads. Then he grabs my hips and fucks into me.
Fuck. God!
If there is a god, he fucks like this.
Every millimeter of me is crammed with Krampus cock. It doesn’t so much stretch as consume me. I melt and mold around him, straining to the point of shattering to fit him. My pussy drips with arousal, trying to cool the hot poker bolting through me. Only the gold hoop stands out. It’s a single ring of cool metal against the blazing flesh.
I scream. In pain, but also pleasure. My legs shatter with every thrust. I try to grip him, to give back, but my body’s broken. All I know is that cock and the ferocious cascade of pleasure numbing my body to the point beyond caring about pain.
Pain is meaningless as long as I have this.
“You’re…” A word slips from the Krampus’ feral roars and grunts. He stares at me like he wants to eat me whole. I place my palm on his chest, fingers slipping through the fur. A snarl erupts from his lips as he fucks me deeper than before.
Jesus Christ!I can’t take anymore, but there’s still more to give. His furry balls slap into my thighs, nowhere close to sinking into my straining chasm. I force my legs wider, hoping that will help. For a moment, I sink down him, but hands cup under my thighs.
I fly up his body, my legs wide open. Arousal smears into his chest fur as he holds me close to his face. “You’re perfect,” he moans and kisses me. The lips become teeth, then a bite so hard I squeal and come at the same time.
It’s nothing compared to before because nothing can ever compare, but my eyes still sparkle and my body writhes as he lowers me to the water, then places my hands on the stones. I dig into them, shocked that my legs still work as he lets go and gets up.
Darkness lingers behind me. My heart skips and I hold my breath. Heat and a low rumble rolls down my spine like a roar sputtering to catch. A great splash echoes and I peer back to find the Krampus on his knees, his bulging, red cock resting on my ass.
