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He’s asking the question again, even as his mouth gnarls and teeth gnash. He needs to know I want this. My body’s still shaking, terrified if I can survive this, but demented enough to need more. I try to speak, but all that comes out is a belabored pant.
I catch his eye and slowly mouth, “Fuck. Me.”
Hands slam to my hips, and he enters me to his balls.
“Fuck yes!” I scream at the top of my lungs. All the air is gone as that gold hoop sweeps up through my vagina. He tugs me back and that beautiful ring rolls over my G-spot. The monster starts to fuck, hard.
Harder than before. He grinds me into the broken rock. My arms give out after three pumps, but it doesn’t matter. As long as he’s got me, I’ll never fall.
All the while he fucks—long hard thrusts followed by quick shallow ones—sleigh bells ring through the air. I must be losing my mind, but I don’t care. It sounds like I’m fucking a monster on Santa’s sleigh and it’s the hottest thing I can imagine.
Water splashes and my soggy hair lifts off my back. He winds my ponytail round and round his palm, then yanks. I jerk toward him, my ass landing on his furry crotch and his cock pumping through me.
“Yes!” I cry out, the pain throbbing up my scalp transforming into juices dripping down his cock. He lets go of my hip and the bells jingle faster than ever. I have no idea what’s going on, but I don’t care. By the force of my hair and sheer will, I fuck myself back onto him.
“This is… I’m… Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop!” I shriek, letting myself fall.
Hands clamp onto my hips, keeping me on my feet, but it’s too late. I climax hard enough to crack walnuts. My vagina wrenches around his cock, greedy for every pulse of pleasure, but there’s nowhere for it to give. He’s filled me to the brink, and I’m falling hard.
The beast roars.
I swear the very snowflakes shake in terror. Pressure abates, and I start to look back just as cum spurts over my ass and up my spine. He’s gripped himself at the base, the gold hoop spinning as he ejaculates all over me. In the chilled air, it hits like splattering hot cream.
As the last of it pumps out, he drops himself, and his eyes open. The beast is gone. In its place stands someone who’s not quite monster and not quite man. Panting, I push myself off of the rocks and try to stand.
My legs give out instantly. He catches me, cradling me to his chest even as he guides both of us back into the water. With a gentle hand, he washes his cum off of my back while I nestle my head in his chest hair.
No words are said. None need to be. All that matters is I fucked the Krampus.
And I want to do it again.
CHAPTER 8
I WAKE IN a sea of furs. Luxurious hides swaddled me all night like a trophy wife burrito. My hand slips free and I reach for the stern form that carried me up here, ate me out a second time, then fell asleep cuddled around me.
All I find is cold air.
The shock jerks me awake. A wool blanket falls off of my tits as I dig my hands into the bed. I’m alone. Maybe he…had to pee?
Oh yeah, I should do that too.
He’d told me I could go anywhere in his castle so hunting for a bathroom shouldn’t end with me running out the door and getting attacked by wolves. As I pad across the floor, cold chews on my toes and nips up my legs. I scurry around, trying to find anything to cover up.
His robe. It’s lying on the chair he sat in to interrogate me before. The idea of him sitting there, jerking himself off while he watches me pounds in the back of my head. First I have to find him and that requires not freezing to death. I bend to pick up the robe and nearly double over at the weight. The coat itself is a heavy wool dyed such a deep crimson it almost looks black in the low light. Furs of brown with flecks of white line the coat while gold embroidery dances off the back.
I lift it and the smell knocks me back. A powerful musk I can’t compare anything to fills my nose. My heart races like a jackrabbit. A flush rises up my stomach and I squeeze my thighs while biting my lip. A throb pulses through the whole of my clit and all I did was smell him.
I’m putting on the damn cloak.
Slinging it around my shoulders, I laugh as the hood falls clear over my face. I reach up to shove it back only to find the sleeves a foot past my hands. After wadding those back, I can finally lift the hood. Heat pours through me like I’m nestled before a roaring fire. I snuggle deeper into the fleece lining below the wool and breathe in more.
Another pulse overwhelms me. My fingers pry at the edge of the coat, revealing my naked thigh to the cold air. I gasp at the cut but keep going. My nails draw over the skin his claws bruised. The pain sends another cascade and I reach lower, darting my fingertip for my aching flesh. Just a quick one will shake me out of this.
A loud gong—like a massive clock striking one—echoes through the room. My hands fall away, the cloak closing around me. Right. I needed to pee. And find the owner of this.
If I do, maybe he can fix this ache between my legs by giving me a whole new one.
The first set of doors down this hallway are all locked. With each one I try to pry open, my curiosity starts to overcome my lust. What’s he hiding back here? Gold? Silver? A room full of horn polish?
