Page 5 of The Krampus' Queen
How fucking huge is this thing?
You know what, if I’m going to get speared by a three-foot cock while hanging off of the ceiling, I deserve to see who…or what’s doing it.
My thighs are trembling out of fear and not because I want…oh, damn. He cups his palm under my right breast, the silk doing nothing to come between our skin. I arch my spine on instinct, chasing that burst of pleasure. When he reaches for more, his claw thrums up my throbbing nipple.
I yelp in surprise and pleasure. My body shivers in terrifying agony. The motion sends my head back and I gulp.
Holy shit!
Whatever’s behind me is massive. At six foot three, I’m used to looking down on people, but his head rests a good foot or more above me. A huge hood obscures most of his face in darkness while a black beard tumbles from out of the depths. I can’t see anything of who or what it is except…
“Fuck!” I shriek. The monster stares down at me. From the shadowed depths of its hood glow two eyes as red as blood with double pupils.
Steam bursts from below the demon’s hood. A snarl if I’ve ever heard one.
He drops his hand from my breast and holds my stomach instead. I can’t look away, but he turns from me to the chains. Wrapping a single hand around the link, he only has to give a quick tug to snap one, then the other. My arms fall to my sides in blessed relief. Everything aches from my shoulders to my fingertips, but they’re free.
The monster dips down and I brace myself to land on my feet. ‘Thank you’s’ form in my head along with apologies for thinking he was a demon.
My stomach hits his shoulder. I yelp out as all the air flies from my body.What’s he doing? Oh, god. Oh, shit!
The chains catch on my feet. I’ve never been so happy for those stupid weights. He’ll have to let me go because he can’t…
Plink. Plink.
Both chains shatter. The weights fall with the thud of a dead body hitting the ground. “No!” I cry out, trying to wad my throbbing hands into fists. I smash into his chest, doing little, but it whips the broken chains around. With a grunt, he bends down to pick up a bag.
I swear to god, tiny cries erupt from inside the empty-looking burlap. The monster swings it up beside me on his other shoulder.
“Stop! Put me down! This is kidnapping!” I scream, thwacking the chains into his chest and legs as I flail.
Whip fast, he catches both of the chains and pins me across his shoulder. I gulp, fighting against the massive biceps wrapped around my whole back. The hood shifts and I stare into those double-pupil eyes from hell.
“Sleep.”
No. No, I won’t…
The monster takes a step to the fireplace. My head crashes against him, my chin nuzzling into his beard. The feral scent of musk overwhelms me until I grow dizzy. Bobbing on a sinking boat, I try to fight it, to lift my head, but there’s nothing left to give.
“No…” I mumble just as a wind envelops my body and I’m gone.
CHAPTER 3
COLD NIPS AT my toes and I huddle for my blankets. My palm swipes over a hirsute tuft of fur. The warmth beckons me toward it, my fingers running through then clenching the long hair.
“Morning,” a voice rumbles from the depths of hell.
With a jerk, my eyes fly open. My fingers are buried in a mound of ebony fur. I blink in confusion at where I am, who I am, and what’s going on—then a hand cups over mine. It’s got gray skin wrapped around massive fingers with jet-black claws. Veins throb below the hard flesh that doesn’t just dwarf my hand but swallows it whole.
I scurry back in a panic, forgetting to unclench my fingers. Hair tears from the pallid flesh. A low, earth-shaking grunt erupts from the monster. I wrench my arm to my chest and keep scooting across a bed bigger than my bedroom. As I crawl across it to escape him, the monster lowers his feet to the floor and stands.
The bed bucks, hurling me like a trampoline. I yelp as I fly into the air, missing the shadowed stranger in his floor-length cloak. The hood is still pulled up, disguising whatever’s beneath. He moves like an iceberg—steady, slow, and as if he’s hiding so much more than what I can see.
I blink in the low light of the room. There’s a hint of white peeking through the edge of a window frame, but heavy curtains hang in front of it. All I can make out in the shadows is the strange creature shuffling to a dark corner of the room. Wood creaks with a painful strain, and I realize he’s sat down. To do what?
From deep inside the hood, red eyes ignite right at me.
A man staring at me in bed sets off an explosion of self-consciousness. I wrap my arms up over my chest without thinking and remember the stupid thin nightie I never put on. Shame turns to anger. “What the hell is this?” I snarl and wad up a blanket to try to cover myself. Warm tawny fur wraps over my chest as I try to glare menacingly at the eight-foot-tall demon in the corner.
