12. Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Bastion

I wasn’t used to shifting in portions like this, not that I was used to shifting at all. But this was good. I needed to take it slow and steady and show her what she was in for.

Given her past, I needed to be gentle… At least, up until she proved this was really what she wanted and understood what was about to happen to her.

Once I fully shifted, it would be the demon in control. Then all bets would be off and Clara would be at the mercy of the Krampus.

At least I’d rest easy knowing I’ve given her the chance to change her mind more than once.

Her eyes practically popped out of her head as she watched my devil’s tongue snake out, winding around my finger to demonstrate its impressive length.

Her arousal seeped into my taste buds, making the demon jerk, and a mangled growl vibrated up my throat.

“You taste like heaven. Funny flavor, for such a slutty little beast.”

Oh, she liked that. The tell-tale scent of her need laced the air, winding tight with the aroma of fresh gingerbread and pine needles. She squirmed, and I might have missed the beads of arousal leaking from her pretty pink cunt if it weren’t for the tracks they left behind, glistening in the Christmas lights.

I wasn’t one for Christmas but fuck, I could get used to this.

Gratification sizzled through my veins at the way her cheeks flamed, watching my tongue wind around the slender appendage.

“Holy fuck…” she muttered in disbelief as my tongue split at the end, demonstrating how it could separate in half. The hue of her cheeks went from pink to red. She was probably imagining how it’d feel splitting inside her. How it could stretch her like no other male’s tongue could.

“What are you going to do with that?” she asked, lashes all a flutter.

My tongue snaked back into my mouth and I chuckled at the dejected look on her face. “What would you like me to do with it?”

She gave a little wiggle of her hips and her eyes dropped to her center, making it clear exactly what she wanted me to do with my tongue.

I shook my head, letting loose an evil chuckle that had her writhing again—now in frustration. “No, you’re going to use your words, little beast.”

“I—I want you to tongue fuck me.”

She was so quiet, speaking in barely more than a whisper. “Louder, Clara.”

“I want you to tongue fuck me, dammit!”

As frustrated as she acted, I knew she was lapping up every second. And I loved watching her grow more confident speaking her mind, especially in this context.

My fingers slipped into the waistband of her pajama bottoms and she instinctively lifted her hips, allowing me to slide them off. I gripped the undersides of her thighs and gently pulled her apart, loving the way she heated from her pussy to her cheeks as I examined her dripping cunt up close.

“Such a fucking perfect pussy,” I groaned, deep and throaty.

I couldn’t wait a second longer. I crouched between the cradle of her spread legs and snaked the tip of my tongue past her folds. A warbled moan wrenched from my lips the instant I pressed inside her. Her inner walls clamped around me, welcoming every slow inch that I fed into her with a fluttering kind of motion. I nearly came in my pants from the thought of her doing that to my cock.

Clara wriggled and moaned as I slowly filled her, delving deeper inside her until I hit her limits. I flexed and separated the severed muscle, stretching her and running the twin tips in alternating patterns. Her eyes widened and she jerked against me, but I held her steady against the couch.

She babbled her pleasure, the sensation of the split tongue making a string of drool leak from the corner of her mouth. “S–so good.”

Once she grew accustomed to the stretch, I began pumping in and out of her while keeping up the pattern with my tongue tips. She sobbed in ecstasy when I hit a particularly tender spot inside her.

I’d taken to calling her little beast, because that’s what she was—that’s what I’d seen the night I watched her murder Hogan. But right now, she looked like a goddamn angel, shaking around my demon tongue. This was the kind of angel I wanted to mount at the top of my Christmas tree.

Her hands flew to my hair, and I peaked at her through the strands falling in my eyes, laughing against her pussy as she struggled to hold on. What she needed was handlebars.

A sharp pain shot through my skull, but faded in a breath. A pair of thick horns sprouted from the top of my skull, black and ridged with a single spiral; Deadly tipped and pointed toward the heavens.

Luckily, I didn’t need to pull my tongue from her so I could instruct her on what to do. She latched onto the horns, holding on for dear life as I probed and prodded, licking and lapping like a fucking wild animal who hadn’t eaten in weeks.

I dragged my nails down her skin, allowing them to lengthen into claws.

The demon still hadn’t taken over, it wasn’t too late to go back. But the more I eased her into introductions with my other side, it was becoming clear she wouldn’t be changing her mind.

I chuckled. So little miss monster fucker could put her money where her mouth was after all.

I was drunk on the pleasure of watching her buck against my hold, trying to push more of me in her. What a greedy little angel.

My rhythm picked up and I tongue fucked her until she was screaming her release. Her core grew molten hot and wet around me, her heartbeat pounding against my tongue.

She went limp around me with a sated sigh. “That was fucking amazing.”

It was cute how she thought we were done. We were just getting started.

I slipped out of her mound and gave her a minute to recover before the split head of my tongue found her clit, rubbing on both sides of the sensitive bud. Her spine arched off the couch and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

“It’s too much…” I paused and she gave a drunken shake of her head. “Don’t stop. I’m winning this damn game. I’m getting my Christmas present dammit.”

If she’d allow a behemoth demon tongue to fuck her while my claws dragged vicious welts into her thighs, maybe she was ready for her punishment after all. How lucky for me that the dark creature inside me would be able to indulge its need for vengeance while the girl I loved fulfilled her darkest fantasy?

Talk about a win-win.

I filled her with a finger—making sure to retract my claw—and flicked her clit until she came again with another scream, this one more rugged than the first.

She sagged on the couch, her limbs like rubber, pieces of her blonde hair sticking to her sweat-moistened brow. The sight had my lips spreading.

I sat back, purring as she pinned me with a thunderstruck look. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath.

“Congratulations. You win our little game. Maybe you can handle the demon after all.”

Pushing to my feet, I started to strip. First, I peeled off my shirt. Then I shed my pants. I stood there in my boxers and grinned at the way she gaped in awe at my chiseled body.

Finally, I shed the last piece of my clothing and my cock sprang free.

I was still in my human form, but Clara regarded my cock like it was something monstrous straight out of her books. I was big, but she hadn’t seen anything yet.

I couldn’t hold back the monster any longer.

Black fur sprouted from my pores, covering much of my body. I grew taller until my horns scraped against the cabin’s ceiling. Even the hair on my head grew longer until it fell in pieces around my broad shoulders.

The legs were the most painful part. They bent backward into haunches, tipped with great black hooves.

Of all my demonic features, my cock was what Clara’s eyes clamped on to. It was thick and heavy enough that even rock hard, it couldn’t stand up like it could in my human form. Ridges ran along the shaft in a spiral pattern, not unlike the striped candy canes I was always sucking on, stretching from balls all the way to my mushroom head.

And it was seeing just how large I was, and knowing what I was going to do with it, that had Clara passing out on the couch.

I admired her beauty for several quiet minutes before gently scooping her up in my arms.

“That was your reward for doing whatever it took to free yourself from Hogan.” I purred, watching her eyes flutter as my hot breath fanned her face. “Now for your punishment, little beast.”