Page 6 of Yule Be Mine
He pressed a claw into my mouth, and I sucked on that sharp point for only a second because, in one fluid move, he thrust up and into me so hard, so forcefully, that I screamed. There was no way a passersby wouldn’t hear me.
My next cry was muffled with his claw still in my mouth, the burning and stinging pain of his thick cock almost too much.
Krampus was massive.
He grunted as he buried himself fully inside, pushing in inch after inch. God, it was never ending. “Such a good girl taking all of me. Gonna make this little slit so sore by the end.” He pushed in another inch. “So fucking tight and wet.”
I couldn’t answer, couldn’t even form a coherent word.
I realized I was crying and that my hands were curled painfully around his horns, my nails digging into the hard material.
Krampus pulled out until just the tip of him was lodged inside me, and then he pushed more of himself into my body than before. He grunted as I twisted my head slightly, so I had my neck bared to give him full access. He didn’t miss the not-so-subtle move, and he started biting me repeatedly.
My throat. My collarbone. The underside of my jaw.
This stranger… this demon… dragged his tongue over my cheeks, licking at the shed tears.
“You taste so fucking good.”
I was lost in the sensation when he stilled, every inch of his hardness now embedded in me, his balls pressed against the curve of my ass. My inner muscles clenched from the penetration, from the stinging fullness.
Krampus was savage and brutal… raw like a monster as he started fucking me, thrusting his hips back and forth, pistoning his gigantic cock within me. All I could do was hold on to those horns and take what he gave.
My back felt skinned from sliding up and down the stone of the building, but it felt good.
“Look at you,” he groaned. “Taking it all like a good girl for this demon.”
This was insane, but I didn't want it to stop.
“You feel so good. Your cunt’s so perfect. You’re going to come for me, aren’t you? Yeah, you’re going to come and soak my cock even though I look like a fucking monster.” The base ofhis dick rubbed my clit the harder and faster he thrust into me. Every part of me was winding up for that explosive orgasm he demanded of me. “That’s my girl. You like that,bebbi? You like my cock in your pussy and my claws gripping your soft flesh?”
All I could do was whimper in response.
“So tight and hot. So damn wet,” he grunted. “Oh, fuck.Mach di bereit. Ich werd di uufülle.”Get ready. I'm going to fill you up.Then he growled and slammed into me even more roughly—once… twice… and on the third time, he stilled.
He held me up, keeping me impaled on his dick, his cock thickening a second before he spilled inside me and filled me with his hot, thick cum. The jets were so powerful I came again and lost all feeling in my arms and legs from the pleasure, unable to hold on to his horns any longer. But the grip he had on me let me know there was no way he’d allow me to hit the ground.
When his body stopped shaking, he pulled the mask off and buried his bare face in the crook of my neck, his breaths hot and fast as he panted against my throat.
He stooped from his towering height to wrap his arms beneath my ass and lifted me off the ground as he stood. I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms more firmly around his shoulders. His costume was made of fur and fleece robes, and it felt so soft against me.
I was aware of him gathering my pants and underwear that were still on the ground, and then he wrapped his robes around me, clutched his mask with his other hand, and left the alley.
It was when we were back on the street that he stopped right under a lamp, and I looked into his face. A face I knew all too well.
Lucian.
My boss… who was twenty years older than me.
And the man I’d been having a salacious relationship with for the past year.
“Take me to your place and fuck me again,” I whispered, staring into his eyes dreamily.
He grinned, kissed me deep and hard, and then headed to do exactly what I requested.
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