I was going to do this. This was happening. Whatever it takes…
Who was I kidding? The way I was feeling right now, I’d hook my legs around that trim waist, lock onto those bony hips, and do him three ways to Christmas morning if given the chance. His dick looked like a weird, giant sex toy and it was like there was fire in my veins. I was wild with want. His bite—it was its own kind of poison. I wanted him with a sudden fierceness that made my soul ache.
My sex was so wet with want the excess gathering at my entrance was starting to trail down my inner thighs, my thighs still sticky from his attentions of moments before.
Slowly parting my lips, I’d barely tasted the tip of him when my head was jerked back. A sharp cry left me. The furry foreskin that had pulled back of its own accord to reveal just what a Krampus was packing began to move along his shaft as if to jerk him off. I watched, licking my lips as it began working that thing like a champ. His erection grew, the more he, erm, technically, played with himself, while I sat there shivering my ass off, horny as hell, until three streams of cream filling started to ooze free.
More of that crooning occurred over my head, and he guided my mouth back to him. Taking him into my mouth, my lips sealed around the head and I gave an experimental lap at the openings.
A groan left him as a strange mess of flavors flooded my mouth. Sweetness, cream, that mintiness of a candycane, and a vanilla like white chocolatey creaminess that had me forgetting I shouldn’t be enjoying this, to swallow and begin working that magic stick for more.
Before I knew it my mouth was fighting his foreskin as it tried to work him. My belly filled as I milked him, my body warming along with it. By the time I slowly released him, my stomach was pleasantly full, body comfortably warm as if I was sitting in front of the fire in my favorite jammies. Dazed, I plopped to my ass the second his hand in my hair loosened.
He was still crooning as he dropped down, until he was on all fours, hunched like Gollum taunting Bilbo, and moved until he was behind me, just out of my sight. Working the ties at my hands the rest of the way loose, I’d just divested myself of the thick rope when he came pressing in on me from behind. His clicking croon started up, sending my body thrumming in answer.
Shit. I was Krampus fucked. Was this like their sickness? Was I going to get gnarled and furious now too? A bone deep sated feeling, washing over me like a warm hug, had me wondering if this was the worst that could have happened.
Before another thought could be given to it, he was pressing my chest to the ground, his heavy weight easing over me pinning me. His breath was hot at my nape, nuzzling through my hair until it was out of his way.
The beast worked fast, biting at my shoulder, tilting my ass up right where he needed it. Knobbed end notching at my entrance, he slammed home as his teeth sank deep.
Those penile points along his shaft and the miniature dick-like stems crowning his cock began to move at the base, thickening with his shaft until there was nowhere else for his member to stuff itself inside me without threatening to split me in two. Those pronounced protuberances pressed onto other sensitive parts of my person. A grunt left him as one of those swollen points rubbed my clit, the other teasing along my back passage, and my cock-stuffed channel clenched. That monster impaling me shuddered and jerked. A groan left him. He panted into my shoulders as he held me there, hot breaths puffing the air. I knew then he’d just come.
My body shook as he slowly began to shift his hips, pulling back a little to thrust right back in. Those cock ornaments jerked, shivering all the way up his length, almost undulating like they were shivering along with him, and I was quivering from head to toe along with him.
When he began to pull back and then slid back home, a gasp left me and my channel began to spasm. Faster and harder, more and more, pulling out farther to ram back home with every pussy clenching pass, realizing I squeezed him harder if he hit the right spot and picked up the pace, he began pummeling me like his little Krampus heart might burst if he didn’t come again now. Very...very soon.
“Ah!” A sharp cry left me as he pounded into me and began alternating grinding his groin into mine and mashing the base-crown points of his cock into my clit. It was the first cry to be dragged from me completely in ecstasy. My body was trembling so hard he was the only thing holding me up. I could feel him buried so deep, so thick his dick had a pounding heartbeat I could feel, I wondered if he was locked inside me. The lips of my sex strained to contain the swollen base of him. One short peek down between my legs, the odd knots visibly bulging along the underside of his shaft, one fat looking ring nub was left all to its lonesome on the Snowmaiden stuffing mission. I had a whole bag of dick marbles stuffed up inside me. My eyes slowly widened and I swallowed thickly. That wasn’t alarming, not in the least. Pleasure trumped my inner turmoil over my vagina gone dick knob marbles bag, and all but the euphoria still sweeping through me was forgotten. Could one die of pleasure?
“I’m dead,” I blurted, slumping down, ass stuck up high in the air as I melted into a boneless heap. My body still gave little jerks, spasms of mini orgasms. “I died… I’m totally dead,” I mumbled, closing my eyes to just lay here and hope I didn’t wake up frozen to the ground. Bits of chewed up apple chunk weren’t necessarily comfy beneath my cheek, but I was so relieved to be alive, if by Krampus whorin’ myself out at the moment, I couldn’t muster up even a slight grimace. Huffing pants left me as I focused on catching my breath, easing the heaving in my chest. An unusual warmth had overtaken me. I could feel the cold of the ground but it no longer bit at me as it once had. It was the Christmas gone wrong jizz, the anti-Santa-beast bite, had to be why I wasn’t half dead from the icy ground right now.
My eyes slowly drifted shut. I was falling asleep and we were still stuck. My body was finally at a point it was relaxed and it was having its way with me.
A grunt left my beastly lover when my eyes closed and I yawned. A moment later a nose tickled my ear, the loud sniffs that followed making me shiver. Cracking an eyelid open, I turned my face and dared a peek at the beast I’d just let ravage me.
The brightest blue eyes I’d ever seen met and held mine. Mouth working, I blinked, studying them. Krampus Shnikel had black eyes. Wanting to shift a little but unable to in my current condition, my eyes frantically searched the rest of him for any noticeable changes.
“Shnikel?” I whispered questioningly.
Working his mouth like it was hard to with his thin, hollowed out cheeks and those large chompers stretched over them, he let out a soft growling sound that led me to believe a bit of the Elkfen he’d once been was still lurking about in there, and dare I say surfacing a bit?
When my gaze once more found his, I noted those glowing, cerulean pools had never left my face.
“SSSShhhikkkkeeeeel,” he garbled out, making me smile, despite our disturbing circumstances. Leaning in, never ungluing his gaze from mine, he growled softly right in my face, slamming a hand down next to my head for emphasis, “Sssssnoowmaaaadnenn Shhh-nnnn-ah-kkkkel.”
Staring at him, blinking, I let that one roll around in my noggin for a tick. “Me?” Pointing to myself, shifting just enough he only gave a grunt and leaned with me, I asked, “You mean me? I’m yours?”
“Shhh-nnn-iick- Shhhh-nnnn-nick-el’s.”
My skin pebbled like he’d just said something sweet, like my ass should be enamored by the fact, like I was feeling properly wooed and special and crap. I wasn’t...was I? Warmth filled my chest. My heart gave a weird flutter and a flip. I’d lost my damned mind.