13. Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

Clara

T he last thing I remembered was swirling horns, fur as dark as rot, and those brand-like eyes burning a hole straight through me.

Bastion’s demon flitted through my unconscious thoughts, haunting my restless sleep. The moment I woke up, I was convinced it had all been a dream. From feeding Hogan to his hogs to Bastion crouching between my spread legs and fucking me with his split-monster tongue.

Reality slammed into me when I realized I wasn’t in my cabin anymore, cold dread crawling up my spine. I was in a cave, laying on a packed dirt floor.

I bolted into a sitting position, all the color draining from my face when I registered the metallic bars surrounding me.

I was in a cage.

Naked.

In what looked like a cave.

Those details almost didn’t seem real. I had to repeat them in my mind until they finally sank in. I was in a cage, buck-ass naked, in a cave.

Another detail came zipping back to the forefront of my mind. Bastion, the weird kid that I had known since elementary school—and lately, my stalker and accomplice to murder—also happened to be a monster. Not just any monster, the half-goat, half-demon Krampus who punished the naughty.

Murdering Hogan Humphries definitely landed me on that list.

Bastion had done what he promised. If I “won” our game back at the cabin, and could handle all his little demon traits, he’d let his full form out to play.

Luckily, he didn’t count me passing out as a mark against me. Otherwise he wouldn’t have dragged me here.

Anyone else in my position would have woken up screaming. On the other hand, I woke up wet. Fucking. Dripping.

Bastion had not only helped me cover up Hogan’s murder, but he’d revealed to me a secret of his own. Now he was helping me live out two fantasies: get kidnapped and be fucked by a monster cock.

A really really big monster cock.

I was not a fainter, yet I’d passed out when I found myself face to face with the thing. I’d be lucky if trying to take that mammoth dick didn’t kill me. What a way to go, though.

Shadows shifting at the edge of my vision had me looking up.

There he was. Bastion—no, the Krampus—lumbering toward me with something clutched in his claws. It was hard to tell what it was due to the long fur hanging from his arm.

“Looks like my little beast is awake. Merry Christmas.”

The demon’s voice was rough and guttural, making me shiver in delight. Its laugh upon seeing my reaction had just as visceral effect on my body.

It was Christmas . That means I’d slept through the night…

I scanned the world beyond my cage. The cave we were in was huge, and surprisingly well lit despite the cave’s entrance being nowhere in sight. That was thanks to the modern recessed lighting mounted into the rock walls. The place had been well-loved, as it was clean—for a cave—though it clearly hadn’t been used in years.

“What is this place?” My gaze bounced between my surroundings and the demon.

“The Krampus cave. Tucked away high in the mountains where no one will hear your screams.”

“I-is this the place your father brought his victims to torture?”

The Krampus grunted in what I was assuming was a yes.

“I figured there’d be more….” I did another sweep of the cave, looking for anything that might lend to the fact that decades worth of naughty people were brought here over so many past Christmases. But there was only a cage. Plus, the modern lighting really took away the creepy edge the place would otherwise have. “Torture stuff?”

“Disappointed?” Another laugh, monstrous and so distinctly evil it had the hairs on the back of my neck raising. But clearly, none of this was a deal breaker yet because I was wetter than ever.

And thanks to my lack of pants, I was dripping onto the dirt floor beneath me.

The demon’s nostrils twitched as he inhaled. His tongue—oh god, that tongue— flicked out, tasting the air. “Spread your legs for me, little beast.”

I did as he ordered, even as an exciting cocktail of shame and excitement set my entire body on fire, my skin flushing a festive shade of red. My legs parted to reveal the wet spot I’d left in the dirt.

“Aw,” the demon tutted in mock disapproval. He prowled closer, his hooved feet leaving strange prints in the dirt behind him. “Look at the mess my new pet has made all over my floor. That’s okay, little beast. You’re about to make a much bigger one for me.”

I blinked up at my captor through the bars, my pussy fluttering as his menacing eyes drank me in. I was so turned on by all this.

Bastion warned me, he’d given me a lot of chances to change my mind about reenacting my fantasy. And fuck, I was so…. happy that I hadn’t turned back.

I was eating up every moment, my pussy practically on fire with anticipation.

I knew I was into some freaky shit, but I’d never had a chance to fully explore that with Hogan. Hell, I hadn’t had a chance to explore much of anything with that bastard.

Bastion offered me a safe space—or at least what I knew deep down was a safe space, aside from all the bars and the terrifying demon looming over me—to let go of my inhibitions. To let go of control and just enjoy the moment of feeling owned. I could enjoy the faux fear, knowing true fear would never touch me again.

Anyone else would have probably told me to seek therapy. Bastion on the other hand, whether he was helping me feed my abuser’s mangled corpse to the pigs or throwing me in a cage on Christmas morning to “punish” me, was my therapy.

The demon prowled toward my cage and threw what he’d been holding inside. It clanked against the packed dirt in front of me, rolling to a stop a few inches away. I stared at where it landed in front of me, uncertainty bubbling in my chest.

It was an empty eggnog bottle.

What was I supposed to do with this?

Sensing the question perched on my lips, the monster leaned forward, pressing his grey face against the cage bars. His tongue wound around one of the bars, cackling. “You’re going to fuck it for me, little beast.”

For a moment my brain stalled out. He wanted me to… fuck the bottle?

Tentatively picked it up, I examined it. The cap was missing and the liquid was pretty much gone—thanks to the little party I’d thrown myself last night. Only a few drops remained.

Jesus Christ.

Okay so fucking a bottle seemed vanilla compared to the prospect of fucking what was literally the Krampus, but it wasn’t just the act of inserting something that wasn’t meant to be put in such places that had my nerves lighting up like a Christmas tree.

It was the thought of doing it locked in a cage while the demon watched.

“Do what I tell you, Clara,” the beast rumbled. He held out his claw-tipped hand and out of thin air, a switch appeared. He smacked it against the cage bars, making me jump. “You’ll find I don’t need to have my cave well-stocked with anything but you and me because I can make anything I want with magic…”

His switch disappeared and in its place was a heavy chain, the links jingling in a way that was deliciously terrifying. “All I need is your naked body, little beast. Everything else is just a matter of being creative.”

With a savage claw, he pointed to the bottle in my hand. “Now fuck the bottle, Clara. I won’t tell you again.”