24. Krampus

CHAPTER 24

KRAMPUS

" P ut this on." Mel hands me a silk scarf.

"What's this for?"

"Just do it." Her scales glisten in the dim light, making my heart race.

I tie the blindfold, sitting on the edge of her bed. The mattress creaks under my weight. "This better not be a trick."

"Patience, big guy." Her footsteps pad across the carpet, followed by rustling fabric. "No peeking."

"I am a fearsome warrior. I do not peek."

"Sure you don't." The closet door opens and closes. More rustling. "Okay, you can look now."

I pull off the blindfold. My breath catches. Mel stands before me in a shimmering blue gown that matches my fur perfectly. The fabric clings to her curves, showing just enough skin - or rather, scales - to drive me wild.

"Well?" She does a little twirl. "Do you like it?"

I grab her waist and pull her onto the bed with me. "Here's a hint."

"You look stunning," I growl, pulling her closer. My fingers trace the scales along her jaw, tilting her chin up. Our lips meet, and it's like a fucking explosion. She tastes sweet, like candy canes and sin.

"You're not so bad yourself, big guy," she whispers against my mouth. Her hands explore my chest, tracing the muscles through my shirt. I can feel her heart racing, matching the rhythm of my own.

I trail kisses down her neck, nipping at her collarbone. She gasps, arching into me. My hand slides up her leg, savoring the smooth scales beneath my fingertips. I hike up her skirt, revealing more of her thigh.

"Krampus," she breathes, a warning and a plea all at once.

"Shh, I've got you," I murmur, my hand disappearing under her skirt. I cup her pussy, feeling the heat and wetness through her panties. "Fuck, Mel, you're soaked."

She moans, bucking against my hand. I slip my fingers inside her panties, stroking her slick folds. Her breath hitches as I find her clit, circling it with my thumb.

I bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking off her juices. "You taste like heaven," I groan, diving back in for more.

She clutches at my shoulders, her body trembling as I fuck her with my fingers. I can feel her orgasm building, her inner walls clenching around me.

"Come for me, Mel," I command, curling my fingers inside her. She cries out, her body convulsing as she comes undone. I keep my fingers moving, riding out her orgasm with her.

She collapses against me, panting. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close. Her eyes flutter open, meeting mine.

"That was..." she starts, but I cut her off with a kiss.

"Just the beginning," I promise, my cock straining against my pants. But I want to take my time, savor her. Make her come again and again, while she's still wearing my Christmas present.

I position Mel on all fours on the bed, her bottom facing me. The sight of her sexy body exposed to me like this is intoxicating. Her scales shimmer in the soft light, and I can't resist the urge to touch her.

"Krampus," she whispers, looking back at me with wide eyes.

"Shh, just feel," I murmur, running my hands over her smooth scales. I spread her cheeks, revealing her tight little hole. I lean in, my tongue circling her anus, teasing her.

She gasps, her body tensing. "What are you...?"

"Relax," I command, my fingers finding her pussy, already slick and ready for me. I slide two fingers inside her, working them in and out in a steady rhythm.

She moans, her body rocking back against me. I continue to tease her anus with my tongue, my fingers fucking her pussy. Her cries grow louder, more desperate.

"Krampus, please," she begs, her voice hoarse with need.

I don't let up. I push her further, my tongue and fingers working in tandem. I can feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps.

"Come for me, Mel," I growl, my fingers curling inside her, hitting that sweet spot.

She screams, her body convulsing as she comes hard. I keep my fingers moving, riding out her orgasm with her. Her body shakes, her cries filling the room.

I slow my movements, bringing her down gently. Her body collapses onto the bed, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"That was...intense," she manages to say, looking back at me with a satisfied smile.

I grin, my cock straining against my pants. I have further plans for her.

I pull Mel onto my lap, one hand cupping her cheek, the other gripping her hip. Her eyes widen, pupils dilating as she feels the hard length of me pressing against her. I lean in, claiming her mouth with a fierce kiss. She tastes like sin and sweetness, a combination that drives me wild.

She breaks the kiss, panting, her eyes never leaving mine. With a smirk, she lifts her haunches, positioning herself just right. Then, with excruciating slowness, she lowers herself onto my throbbing cock. We both cry out, the pleasure so intense it's almost painful.

"Fuck, Mel," I growl, my hands gripping her hips tighter. She's so wet, so tight, it's taking every ounce of my control not to come right then and there.

She leans forward, her forehead resting against mine. Our gazes lock, and it's like the world narrows down to just the two of us. I stand up, her legs wrapping around my waist, my cock still buried deep inside her. She gasps, her arms tightening around my neck.

"Krampus," she breathes, her voice a husky whisper. "What are you doing?"

I grin, starting to walk around the room. Each step makes her bounce on my cock, her inner walls clenching around me. "Just taking you for a ride, sweetheart."

She moans, her head falling back, exposing the delicate line of her throat. I lean down, nipping at the sensitive skin, making her writhe in my arms. She's so light, so feminine, it's like holding a piece of heaven.

"You feel so good," she pants, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "So fucking good."

I chuckle, the sound vibrating through my chest. "You ain't seen nothing yet, baby."

I spin us around, pressing her back against the wall. Her eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn't have time to react before I start pounding into her, each thrust drawing a cry of pleasure from deep within her. The room fills with the sound of our ragged breaths and the slap of flesh against flesh. It's primal, raw, and fucking perfect.

I can't hold back any longer. With a final thrust, I come inside Mel, pumping her full of my hot seed. She cries out, her body convulsing as another orgasm rips through her. Her fingers tangle in my fur, gripping so tight it's almost painful. I don't give a fuck. The pain is exquisite, a testament to her pleasure.

We collapse onto the bed, her body sprawled on top of mine. Our chests heave in unison, slick with sweat and other fluids. The room smells like sex and sin, a heady mixture that's uniquely ours.

"I think your present needs to be washed," she murmurs, slipping out of the cami. Her breasts spill out, still heaving from her ragged breaths. I can't help but admire the view. She's a fucking goddess, all curves and softness.

I smirk, running a hand down her spine, tracing the line of her scales. "I can't wait to defile it again."

She laughs, a husky sound that goes straight to my cock. "You're insatiable, you know that?"

"Only for you, sweetheart." I mean every fucking word. This woman does things to me, makes me feel things I haven't felt in centuries. It's not just about the sex, though that's fucking phenomenal. It's her. Her strength, her resilience, her fucking attitude.

She props herself up on my chest, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know, for a big, scary alien, you're actually quite charming."

I raise an eyebrow. "Charming? Me?"

She nods, tracing patterns on my chest. "Yep. In a gruff, alpha-hole kind of way."

I chuckle, the sound rumbling through my chest. "Alpha-hole, huh? I think I like that."

She grins, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my lips. "I thought you might."

I deepen the kiss, my tongue sweeping into her mouth. She moans, her body melting against mine. Fuck, I can't get enough of this woman. I can feel my cock hardening again, ready for round... fuck, I've lost count.

She pulls back, her eyes dark with desire. "Again?" she asks, a playful smirk on her lips.

I flip her onto her back, my body covering hers. "Again," I growl, nipping at her neck.

She giggles, her legs wrapping around my waist. "Merry Christmas to me," she sighs, her eyes fluttering closed as I thrust into her.

And as I lose myself in her again, I know one thing for certain. This is the best fucking Christmas I've ever had.