CHAPTER 6

WARM WATER CARESSES up my calf. The long night of bitter cold cracks off my body as I ease deeper into the spa. He lifts his head, watching me with a close eye as I wade up to my knees.

“What…are you doing?” Krampus asks. I don’t realize just how damn short the nightie is until the water rushes up to the top of my thighs. The nightie forms around my entire lower half, revealing my naked body in all but a sheen of pink silk. His muscles tighten, his claws digging into the stone behind him. The red eyes dart down my whole body before zeroing in on my sopping wet pussy.

“Well, the way I see it…” Digging into my neck, I flex my head to the left, then the right. Shaking out the last of my worries, I meet this goat-man in the eye and pull off the only stitch of clothing between us. The nightie hits the water with a slap and floats away. I keep walking toward him.

“This is either a mad delusion from fear and whatever he drugged me with.”

There’s no hiding his cock now. The golden hoop on the crown starts to flip back and forth with how hard his dick pulses in the water. He doesn’t reach for it though. He’s got his claws dug so deep into the stones, they’re cracking behind him.

The water rises above my hips, dousing half of my body in the soft touch of heat. I casually scoop some into my palms, then dump it over my head. A manly grunt slips from the monster watching me.

“Or, I’m really here in a snowy castle far away from everything in the world.” I drop my hand down my chest, taking my time to sweep every finger over my throbbing nipple.

“Either way…” I stop just before his legs. They’re spread wide, inviting, but I linger to take him in. He has other piercings across his body. An entire row of studs up his ear and two more hoops in his dark gray nipples. The fur wafts under the water like a sea bed hiding dangerous mysteries. But all my focus keeps diverting to that shining gold hoop pierced through his dick. This close it looks huge, like a cock ring on the crown instead of circling the shaft. That’ll either hurt like hell or hurt like heaven.

His eyes meet mine, a challenge darting around those demonic pupils. I swear I can read him daring me to sit on the Krampus’ lap and be a very naughty girl.

A wicked grin snags my lips. I can’t help but lick them as I trace my gaze up his body. “Either way,” I repeat and drop to a knee. Crawling over the sandy bottom on my knees, I sweep my palms up his legs. He’s so huge, his leg is over half of my height. My breath catches as I glide up him.

His hard cock slides through my cleavage and down my stomach. A slow putter echoes from his lips as I keep climbing. My nipples roll through every valley of his abs, causing me to gasp. Just as I climb higher, my pussy lips spreading around the base of his cock, I fist the carpet of fur spread across his chest. Getting a good hold, I yank myself out of the water to him.

He moans at the force, or how my vulva now cups just under the head of his cock. Either way, getting wetter by the second, I stare into his demonic eyes and steady my breath. “After the night I had, I deserve some fucking fun.”

Claws dig through my soggy ponytail. The sharp tips trace without slicing the nape of my neck. He cups behind my head, guiding me to stare at him. At this angle, all I can see is the fur on his cheeks, the cut of his cheekbones, and the crimson glare in his eyes.

“You’re on top of me, see me fully for what I am, but you don’t scream,” he whispers.

I snicker. “Not yet, anyway.”

He pulls me up him like I’m made of paper. Just as I nearly take his lips, my swollen, wet pussy rides over that hoop. A chill bites against my hot flesh, but I rock my hips, following the entire swoop with my clit before I’m yanked up him for a kiss.

Possessive control overpowers me. He doesn’t want to own me. He owns everything already. This is his domain and he intends for me to enjoy every second I’m in it. Cold bites at my skin and I cry out, arching my chest into him. He wraps his arm around my back, his bicep covering nearly all of my exposed skin and pulling me deeper into the hot, furry abyss of his embrace.

I part my lips, aching to play with that foot-long tongue. Rather than shove it down my throat, he teases mine with the wily tip. It runs up and down my mouth like a finger teasing my lips. Shivers leap down my spine as I try to keep up. He circles the roof of my mouth, laps around my tongue, then pulls my bottom lip into his.

Just as I brace for the bite, a hard smack strikes my ass. Gasping in shock, I start to lean back, and he bites down.

Fuck me!

Claws scrape down my spine and swerve over my ass. I moan, diving back to him for another kiss or bite, but that back scratch is something else. It’s setting off little bottle rockets in my brain while his lips are all my pussy cares about.

My body slips down him, pulling me from his kiss. While the hard flex of his muscles strumming against my vulva is perfect, I whimper at losing his lips. I wind my arms around the back of his neck and hoist myself up as high as I can. It nearly sends me level with his eyes before I fall back down and kiss him.

The sounds of water slapping into naked bodies and tongues sucking on each other are cut apart by a small jingling. I break off and look around for the mysterious Santa. Only the winter storm greets me. “What was that? Sounded like sleigh bells.”

Krampus snickers. “I didn’t hear anything,” he says. His slow back scratch reaches the top of my ass, then keeps going. Both hands curve under my buttocks, making my head feel light. Then he starts to pry them apart. The move tightens my thighs, pulling me off of his hot body before I fall back down. Fuck me. It’s slightly-wet humping but my clit aches every time he rips me away, then sings when I land.

A whimper rolls up my throat, and I tip my head back. Wet hair slaps into my spine as I try to ride him harder, but he pries me away. Enraged at the loss I glare at him. The dual pupils dilate until his eyes are nearly black.

My breath catches, my body pleading for a release as my brain panics. The scarlet tongue that toyed with mine dips out of his mouth. He licks down his lips, then keeps going to his chin, and going… Dumbstruck, I ogle his tongue trailing all the way down to his chest. Just as it lands right above his tuft of fur, he winks at me.

His tongue shoots back up, tracing the curve of my right tit with the force of a finger but the wet heat of his mouth. He circles around my breast, bathing the skin in his kiss before reaching my nipple. Slow, painfully-teasing licks swerve around the throbbing flesh.

“Fuck me,” I moan. My body arches my chest closer, my left pleading for its turn. I need him. His claws. His lips. That fucking tongue all over me. All I can do is beg, sending my head tipping farther and farther back.

A hand lands on the small of my back, pinning me to him. My thighs clench partway around his waist. He’s so wide, I’m splayed in half trying to cling to him. Just as I reach for his shoulder, he whips the end of his tongue against my nipple.

“Owe!” I gasp at the sharp stick of pain only for a dull ache to cry out from between my legs. I scream, “Do it again!”

The demonic chuckle rumbles up my breasts. He buries his nose dead center in my cleavage and starts to kiss, then nip his way across my chest. I flail my hand out, fighting to keep my tits against his scorching lips. Fur brushes through my fingers and I clamp down.

A snort bursts from his nostrils, hot steam setting off goosebumps down my arms. My grip slackens, the fur slipping away as he too backs off. I only get a single lick of his tongue across my neglected nipple. Without thinking, I grab the fur down his chest and yank…twice.

He sits up, his eyes gleaming like hot coals in the hearth. Oh, that was a bad move. Heat licks up my body as I unclamp my hand and try to smooth down the fur I mussed up. His stare peels down to my soul, but I can’t escape. His hands cling under my ass, trapping me just above the water.

“You like it,” he says.

Is that a question? A statement?

A threat?

Do I like watching you squirm and grunt as I pull on your fur? My mouth drops, the yes rolling in my throat. At the last second, I pivot to, “What?”

His tongue bobs out of his mouth, then he curls it into a capital S. “This?”

Oh, yeah. That’s very nice too. That’s what I like. I keep nodding while padding my palms against his pecs. I don’t trust myself near his downy, lush fur.

Krampus stares down at me trying to shrink into myself. Then the edge of his lips ticks up into a smile of mischief. “Good.”

The hands under my ass become a rocket. I launch upward, my body flailing forward in shock as I shoot past his grinning face into the stratosphere. For a brief moment, all I see are the mountains. Black as pitch, their edges are like broken teeth rising from the earth. Snow pelts their peaks, hiding away the treacherous range that’s probably taken thousands of climbers, when my knees land on his shoulders.

A single palm presses against my belly, keeping me from smashing face-first into the stone below. Swaying, I get my balance, then I feel him watching up at me. Just as I steady myself by digging my fist into the top of his head, he draws the back of his claw between my legs. With his eyes not wavering for a second, he stares me down as that thick, smooth, deadly claw sweeps from my taint up through my spreading vulva.

It’s as warm and slick as a river rock. Hard but not unbearable. My arousal drenches his claw as he rubs the back of the nail bed over my clit. My fingers dig through his scattered hair, a moan building. My body aches to grind down on him and chase that pleasure.

Then the claw starts to move. Those razor edges could slice me in half. I freeze, terrified at the potential, but also pleading for it to never stop. That claw could gut me with one nick, and yet the idea of it thrusting inside of me has me gushing over his hand.

Just as I’m giving in to the madness, he reaches the tip. The needle-like end swerves over my clit and I gulp. Is that what he used to pierce his body? Pierce his cock? Does he want to do the same to me?

His arousal-soaked hand lands on my thigh. “You’re shaking.”

Am I?

He smirks and slips out his tongue. “Good.” The tip of his foot-long tongue strikes my clit.

“Hell’s bells!” I yelp, floored at the tender kiss of that sharp tip. It doesn’t bat at my clit or flick it like a switch. No, he gently swerves back and forth across the hood, only teasing the possibility of direct contact. As the dangerous Krampus teases my clit with his tongue, I grow braver and gaze out the windows. I can’t even see the glass or the frames. This close, it looks like I’m about to pitch over and fall down the snow-battered cliffs. Shatter my bones into a million pieces on the boulders below.

The monster between my thighs shakes his head. His horns dig into my skin, widening my stance. I yelp, tipping over. A hand grabs the end of my ponytail and snaps me back up. “Fuck,” I groan, the throb of pain setting off another pulse down my body. Arousal drips off his chin, but he smiles against my vulva, his lips spreading mine so he can delve deeper. As his tongue picks up speed on my clit, his lips kiss my pussy.

I squirm to chase that tongue, forgetting the horns. The tips dig into my thick thighs, spearing the skin. It should hurt, but all I feel is a glow burning deep in my chest. I spread my legs even wider, chasing that piercing jolt. What I don’t anticipate is his tongue taking on a life of its own.

It never leaves my clit, some part always rolling up and down on the nub, but the tip travels onward. Down through me, he tastes both sides of my parted vulva. I brace for him to fuck me with a tongue longer than most dicks, but it keeps going. A bracing shock tears through me as he licks over my taint. The sensation is sharp and quick, like biting into wintergreen, but as more of him caresses down me, it eases into a deep throb like the beating of a drum.

My hips start to rock, chasing the pleasure cutting straight through me. God, it’s so good it’s unfair. Stupid tears rise in my eyes at the thought that I’ll never feel this good again.

Then he teases my anus. I bolt upright, shocked at the tip circling my pucker. This isn’t right. This isn’t how it’s done. This is…

“Oh my fucking god. Why does that feel so good?” I moan. Unlike the sharp burst of pleasure from my clit, this is a slow, simmering heat. I press my ass back into his tongue. It delves inward, spreading my tight hole. Soaking wet heat rolls from my clit to my anus and I’m in heaven. It builds brick by brick, Krampus not showing a second of fatigue as he sucks and licks me down.

The winter storm rages, snow tumbling through the subzero temperatures while I’m boiling inside out. I can’t say how long I’m straddling his head, his tongue licking me from ass to pussy, but my feet go numb. It’s so good, I don’t want it to end. Ever. I want to stay in this moment.

Forever.

A moan rattles my pussy. There’s that sound of bells and a loud splash. Oh fuck, is he jerking himself off while eating me out?

Nirvana cracks and need seeps in.

Grabbing his horns, I ride his tongue hard. It tightens, his licks picking up steam to match my bucking. “Fuck. This is… I’m so…” I whimper, mad at myself for giving in, but loving every millisecond of it.

Claws scrape down my back. I tip my head, nearly crying out in pain, when his fingers sink into my asscheeks. He locks his top lip and tongue around my clit and sucks down.

Everything is nothing.

White pours down my eyes.

I tremble. I cry. I scream. I laugh.

I’ve heard of clit orgasms and g-spot orgasms, but this is something else entirely. My whole body splits apart and knots back together in a soul orgasm. Gasping for air, my hands slip off of his horns and I tumble backward.

Hands catch me just before I hit the water, and guide me to float on the surface. Heat welcomes me, but it’s cold compared to the lava burning just under my skin. I’m on fire. No, I’m a star being birthed in a new galaxy. The first of its kind, but hopefully not the last.

A low snort wrenches my eyes open. I didn’t realize they were closed until I focus from the snow built up on the glass roof to the man holding me. He darts the tip of his tongue to just under his nose and groans. “That smell…that taste…”

His hands clench, brushing the tips of his claws down my spine. Steam puffs from his nose with another snort, and he shakes his head. Laying before him, my whole body exposed, I tremble. He’s never looked so much like an animal as he does staring at me.

With my underused abs, I sit up in the water. My legs sink down and I drift toward him. He isn’t stomping his hoof or clawing to escape, but my head is screaming at me that he’s a wild animal. And they can do anything.

“Hey, big guy?” I ask.

His head stops shaking and feral eyes focus on me. I got what I wanted. I can just turn around and run through that door. Back home. Forget all of this happened—literally.

I take his cock in my hand. The wild beast huffs. “Show me what you’ve got.”