Page 4 of Yule Be Mine

I parted my lips even more without hesitation, needing more from him. The sheer forbidden nature of it all… it consumed me. All logic and what reality was left, the wind carried it away.

The world itself faded as I got lost in all of this.

My fingers trembled as I slid my hands down his horns and brushed the edges of his mask. The vision—the idea of this man touching me while dressed like a literal monster—turned me on so much.

I wasn’t going to try to remove his mask, but he clearly thought I was because his hands caught mine, his grip firm and slightly painful. And that discomfort made me desperate for cock. More specifically… his.

“Not yet, little girl,” he murmured against my lips. He kissed me hard and possessively, stealing the breath from my lungs until I just gave in.

I wanted him to drag me deeper into his hell. “Take me,” I whispered, all the hot wine I drank tonight finally loosening my tongue and giving me the courage to speak the thoughts running through my mind. “Take me right here. Right now. And make it hurt so good.”

He growled in response. I didn’t know if he’d actually fuck me in this narrow, freezing alley, but I was game for how far he wanted this to go.

“Your need for my cock is fucking beautiful.” His voice was kind of distorted. No longer from his mask but from his own desire—for me.

I could imagine he was this primal demon, this mythical creature who was going to claim me as his sexual prey. In fact, it was arousing just to fantasize that I was about to get devoured by this supernatural being who looked like the devil.

“You’re trembling,” he growled. “Ich wott di zerstöre.”I want to destroy you.

My clit throbbed in time with my pulse, and my pussy flooded, priming for his cock, which I could feel was massive like the rest of him.

“Take me out,” he ordered.

I knew what he wanted even with him only saying those three words. I stared into his eyes and reached down to push his robes away, found the button of his slacks, and work it undone so I could slip my hand in and pull his erection free.

God, he was hot and hard and solongas I held him in my palm.

“Are you afraid of me?” His words were too low for me to make out what his normal voice might sound like, but it didn’t matter. Everything about this monster turned me on.

“Yes,” I whispered. A half-truth because I was far more turned on than I was afraid.

His costume and sheer size gave him the allure of power and violence, and it was that danger that was an aphrodisiac. I felt like he was barely hanging on to his control. His enormous body was all but shaking with his restrained need. I wanted him to break through those chains and just give in to the animal he had inside—the one he portrayed on the outside.

He lifted that clawed hand and dragged a sharp tip along the side of my throat, his silent threat seeming very loud that he could open me up in that tiny alley. But when he grippedmy neck with his hand and squeezed, sending a modicum pain through me, I clenched my teeth.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll still feel me deep inside you tomorrow.” His words were matter of fact, and I whimpered. “I’m going to pound your pussy until the only dick it wants is mine. Gonna make it hurt.”

Yes…make it hurt.

“I’mnotgoing to be gentle,bebbi.” It was a promise.

His dominant darkness wrapped around me, this tendril of inky corruption that suffocated me in the best way.

Before I knew it was happening, Krampus spun me around and pressed my body to the coarse wall of the building. This beast was harsh in his movements while he got me into the exact position he wanted me in.

“Push your pants down and show me what I’m going to be eating.”

I closed my eyes and rested my forehead on the stone, breathing through the intense high I suddenly felt.

I worked my pants and panties down knowing I was insane for doing this but unable to stop myself because I needed this too much. And I didn't know why. He inserted his hoof-booted foot between mine, kicked my legs farther apart, and I gasped as the cold air touched the most intimate part of me. My cunt was dripping.

Unsteady, I had to brace my palms on the wall. My breathing was frantic, and I wanted to look over my shoulder, craving to watch this monster take me.

Like he read my mind, he growled, “Don’t fucking look back. You stay still and take what I give you.”

Christ… this was so hot.

His huge-pawed hands were on my ass cheeks, his clawed-fingers digging into the flesh hard enough I knew he was pricking the skin… breaking it.