Page 35 of The Krampus' Queen
Three, four…
I won’t die.
Five, six, seven…
He didn’t drug me.
Eight, nine…
I want this.
Ten.
I need him.
Hooves strike the floor and I freeze. One part is an incomprehensible fear trapping me inside a nightmare of my doing. The other is an aching throb tearing through my whole body. I can smell him, his musk so vibrant it dances in my nose. If I close my eyes, I swear the scent of pine and a crackling yule log draws closer.
Watching the floor, a large shadow creeps across mine. It grows longer, horns rising from the head. I flex upward, trying to ignore the pain pulsating up my arms. The presence behind me darkens, like a silhouette coming into focus. First, a chill, then an inescapable heat climbs up my bare skin.
I tremble, causing the fur pompoms on my panties to knock into my thighs. He’s right there, watching. Waiting to stop this.
He’s right there, aching to take me.
My nostrils flare. My jaw clenches like I’m swallowing a scream. Then, he touches me.
A hand glides around my waist. With just the pads of his fingers, he traces over my bare skin until coming to a stop dead center. I’m back in that terrifying room, fighting to not scream at the monster holding me.
Let me go. Let me go. Let me…
He pulls me back, my ass curving up his hard cock. A moan of pleasure tickles the back of my ear, and I return it.
Hold me. Take me.
Fuck me.
Teeth nibble down the side of my throat on a path for my shoulder. Then the hand pressing me to his cock rolls up to my breast. Unlike the first night, he doesn’t play coy and takes the whole thing in his palm. Groaning, I grind back on him. The velvet panties ride up his shaft and he grunts.
Roving his hand over my breast, he places his other hand on my hip. Pinning his cock between my asscheeks, he moans in my ear, “Let me have you.”
I start to nod, but he palms the underside of my jaw and pins my head back. An animal’s sniff runs up the side of my throat, and the groan scatters back my hair. I moan. Then he adds his tongue.
“Please.” He keeps pleading as he sucks and nips his way down my throat to my shoulder. “You’re so beautiful.”
Teeth nip the nape of my neck and I gasp.
“Please. I must…” He continues kissing his way to the other side until reaching the hollow of my ear. “Let me fuck you how you deserve, Amaya.”
Yes. Yes!
I want to scream it at him. Tell him to tear off my clothes and ram his cock inside of me. But my tongue’s held by panic infesting my brain. His fingers start to slip, his chest sliding away. I gulp, scrunching my eyes tight to get my mouth to obey.
Then his cock vanishes from my ass.
“Do me,” falls from my lips.
He pauses, one hand on my stomach, another resting across my shoulder. “What was that?”
“I need you to fuck me now!” I shriek at the top of my lungs.
