11. I’m not about to deny her the pleasure of receiving my eggnog

Chapter 11

I’m not about to deny her the pleasure of receiving my eggnog

KRAMPUS

M y pulse blazes, and my cock hammers at my pouch, demanding attention.

I love the sight of her cunt after I’ve made her come all over my demon face. A hearty deep pink, swollen and puffy, wet and gloriously sensitive. I lapped up most of her cream, but some oozed into a little well between her legs and down her seam to her anus. If I desired, I could play with her clit and trigger a landslide of orgasms.

Cocking my head, I gaze down at her body, spread for me, so flushed and sexy—my Christmas gift that keeps on giving day after day, moment after moment…all year long. Forever.

Fucking love how she moans into my mouth, doing her best to dance her delicate tongue against my dark, monstrous one. Naturally, she fails since none can touch my level of mastery. Or flexibility, I smirk to myself.

Twyla’s euphoric bliss, following the sexual torture, was great enough to sate me and restore much of my magic—as much as the restrictions of the mortal world permit. In my Krampus Palace, surrounded by my essence and energy, it’s more potent.

Not in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. Not enough to stop the still-howling storm or ‘Tween travel with Twyla back to Krampus World.

Besides, I fully intend to take that ass at some point, which will require more power. And since Twyla loves giving as much as receiving, I’m not about to deny her the pleasure of receiving my eggnog.

As I take my place on my knees with my enormous brawny thighs bracketing the sides of her head, her lips part, and her eyes turn heavy-lidded with eager lust. I shift my hips and unleash my cock. The beast drops onto her chest with my heavy balls along her upper belly and the tip twitching against the side of her neck.

“Well, stuff my stocking!” she comments and tilts her head, trying to catch my tip with her sweet tongue.

I chuckle darkly before gripping the base of my cock and slapping it against her cheek. “Soon, min lille dronning. First, I’ll stuff your mouth. And your throat.”

“Krampus!” she whines when I drip globs of pre-cum onto her skin while I smack her other cheek with the tip. “That’s a perfectly good waste of eggno?—”

I shove myself inside her mouth. With my dark, deadly eyes memorizing the sight of her pretty pink lips wrapped around my monster of a member, I commend her for relaxing her tongue and opening her mouth wider.

“Eyes on me, kjaere,” I command her and fuck her mouth like the beast I am.

Twyla’s eyes glaze over, but the grip of her throat is everything. By now, she’s learned quite well how to suck me in, swallowing my dick down her little throat. Fucking strangling me with that suction like a slippery glove. I hold the sides of her head and pound into her throat, keeping an alert and watchful eye on her, knowing her limits more than anyone.

Of course, my cock can’t make it all the way. Barely to the halfway mark. But it’s more than the thrill of how far she can take me. It’s witnessing her trust in my power over her as she knows I’ve rendered her utterly helpless, unable to do anything but take what I give her.

Eye-fucking her is an equal gluttony to throat-fucking her. The way she worships me with her eyes as she squeezes her throat all around me. Her gaze widens as I rock back and forth in her throat with a ferocious grace only the demon of Yuletide could manage. I grit my teeth through it all, battling the urge to release because I want this to last, need this to last…all night long if possible.