Page 36 of The Krampus' Queen
Claws slice down the middle of my bra, tearing the red velvet in half. Fake white fur goes flying as he cups both of my breasts in his palms while thrusting against my back. “Yes. Please. Don’t hold back,” he moans, sucking hard on my neck.
Fuck, he drags the tips of his claws under my breasts, then tugs on my nipples. I whimper and open my mouth to praise him. “I’m scared.”
Why did I say that?
Because you are.
His hungry touch fades and I shake my head, fighting for sense. I’m not scared of him. No. I want him. I love him.
Of course.
“I’m scared you’ll stop!” I cry out. That all of this torture I’m putting myself through will be for nothing, and I’ll have to do it again. “Take me, claim me. Turn me into fire so this night burns away my pain!”
“I will,” he vows and lets go.
Flailing in the chains, I whimper and try to look back. Hard, thin reeds strike my covered ass. The shock sends me flying forward more than the hit. Only the thinnest sting evaporates off of my skin, but my heart pounds in my chest.
Hooves skitter behind me, then the shadow draped past my body tightens. “Have you been a good girl this year?” the monster demands.
I open my mouth to answer. Swat!
Reeds strike my ass—pop, pop. A third slams into the top and a wicker branch slaps my bare skin. The pain is fresh and fast, harder than any bite.
“No!” I shriek, losing myself in the rising sting. The shadow pauses, his torture device at the ready to deliver another blow. I gulp in air, sinking into myself. The swat over my skin’s already vanishing, but a flicker spreads down my thighs.
Straining, I try to peer over my shoulder. I only catch a hint of his horn peeking from the hood. “I’ve been so naughty,” I tease and stick out my ass.
Steam snorts from the shadows and he swings. Hard and quick, one after the other. They all cause me to gasp, but none light the flicker like before. I need to feel this in my bones, to wake at night thinking only of his hands on my body and no one else’s.
A twisted laugh falls from my lips as he steps back. Sweat drips down my forehead. Despite his best efforts, my arms begin to ache. Still, I glance back. A red eye beams at me.
“Is that all you’ve got?”
Oh, fuck.That growl pours napalm through my veins until I’m dripping down my thighs. He grabs the panties so fast, his claws nick my ass. Instead of yelping in pain, pleasure seizes my body.
The little flame grows hotter.
He doesn’t tear them away cleanly. The entire bottom rips off of the waistband, leaving a little belt of white fur hanging off my hips. The second cold air strikes my bare ass, he cups both cheeks in his hands. Teeth nip at the top of my spine, his moans rattling me in place.
“Naughty girls must be punished,” he declares.
Slap! His bare hand strikes my right butt cheek.
Moaning, I toss my head back, never expecting a hand to curl under my jaw. He traces his claw up behind the hollow of my ear and guides me to his lips. “Are you going to take it like a good girl?”
Another slap, harder than before hits over top of the first.
I’m shocked to find I’m panting. The fire’s burning bright, its flames licking up to my ribs. The tops of my thighs glide apart as my arousal drenches them. It’s pleasure, it’s pain.
It’s perfect.
“I don’t know,” I taunt, swinging my burning ass into his open palm. “Can you keep it up long enough to teach me a lesson?”
A deep snarl echoes down my ear. I brace for another slap of his hand.
A fistful of reeds strike my whole ass. My vision whitens. I swear, the skin’s split open. Liquid fire’s dripping through the wounds. I’m…
He strikes again hitting the other side. My ass blisters from his hits. Has he scarred me? Are those welts permanent?
