CHAPTER 7

THE HANDS THAT held me safe while he sucked on my clit, wrench back, and grip the stones. Whatever was left of the retaining wall crumbles as I innocently glide my palm an inch up his shaft. His eyes burn as he watches, but he doesn’t move to stop me.

Grunting, he pulls back his lips in an attempt at a snarl to scare me off. “You don’t understand what you have.”

“Hmm, I’m pretty sure it’s a penis,” I say and curl my fist tight. My fingers almost meet around his shaft in the middle. It tapers off toward the crown. Maybe it’s the water but looking toward his balls, I swear the base is wider than a Stanley Cup bottom.

It’s the water. Gotta be.

A low hiss pulls me closer. Veins pulse up his biceps. Chunks of granite tumble into the pool. But still, he doesn’t stop me.

“You know, a dick. The ol’ John Hancock. A one-eyed trouser snake.” My mouth’s run off without me. I can’t stop talking as my hand rises out of the water and up his shaft. Krampus hasn’t said a word, but his groans and grunts send me on a whirlwind.

I’m not some helpless damsel trussed up for the monster to cart back to his den to have his way with.

I’m a bad bitch who will bring that monster to heel, and he’ll love every second.

“Your pulsing.” I clench my hand and he moans. “Throbbing.” Another clench sends his head rolling back. I’m nearly on top of him. His thighs float around me. It’d take nothing for him to trap me in between them. But he sits there, enjoying every second.

I release my grip and walk the tips of my fingers up his swirling vein. Dot by dot, I follow it right to that gold ring. “Manhood,” I declare as I roll my palm up over the crown—teasing the mushroom head—and thumb the hoop.

Red eyes pierce through me. His tight body collapses, knocking the last of the shattered stones into the water. Sweat glistens down his chest as he gulps. “If you do this…” His breath shakes and he stares down at my hand holding his knob. “You should be prepared for the consequences.”

The words clang with a warning, but every inch of his body screams for me to keep going.

“What? Do streamers shoot out when I rub it right?” I start to laugh, missing the claws that take my chin. He moved faster than I could blink.

Holding me so I can’t look away, he pulls himself closer until all I can see are those double pupils dilated to the size of dimes. “If you continue down this path, it will be hard, it will be rough, it will stretch you beyond your limits, and it may destroy you.”

Okay, so we got one good. Great. Fucking amazing orgasm. Let’s bounce before…

Before…

You looked at his cock, didn’t you?

And you want to feel that gold hoop fucking you from inside.

Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Smiling wickedly, I roll the hoop with my thumb so it brushes through his frenulum. “What are you waiting for?”

Darkness falls over his face, his eyes shadowed by his horns and hair. The slopping water is punctuated by a low, long snicker. Hot breath twists in my ear. I nearly turn to look, but he holds my chin as he whispers, “Pull it. And brace yourself.”

Pull what? His cock? I was already…

Oh…

I thumb the hoop again. The man breathing down my cheek tightens, his body wound and ready to snap. Holding my breath, I break from his grip to kiss him.

And I tug on his cock piercing.

A dragon’s roar erupts down my throat. His hands lock onto my breast and buttock. One for each, both squeezing—claws nicking the skin. He keeps pumping his hips, not only pushing his cock up my fist but my thumb’s still trapped in the ring. Every thrust pulls it harder. It has to hurt, but he’s the one doing it. Whimpers mix with the most feral howls of dominance I’ve ever heard.

Teeth nip down my throat. A claw scrapes over my inner thigh. Pants turn to licks, nibbles, then full-on bites across my breast. All the while, his eyes burn blood red.

I yelp as he scrapes his teeth across my nipple. The sound only drives him madder. I manage to fish my thumb out of the ring, but it doesn’t matter. He catches both of my wrists in one hand and yanks my arms above my head. Pinned, I stare up where he holds me just below the welts.

All I can do is pant, watching his cock pulse. The hoop swings like a pendulum back and forth while he stares at me at his mercy. “I warned you,” he pants. A furry leg slips between mine. It knocks my thighs apart and I tumble.

My wrists plummet through his grip and he closes around the welts. Pain sunders up my arms, and I start to cry out, but then he meets my eyes and strokes his cock. The ache across my wrists is forgotten.

No, it twists into something perverted and hot. I’m ensnared in his movements. He’s not as careful as I was. Gripping his cock as tight as he holds me, he yanks his shaft up. Reaching the top, he rolls the hoop through his hole and back out all while whimpering and moaning.

“Stop?” he grunts.

Hell no I don’t want him to stop. This is so fucking… Oh.

He means me. Us. There’s still a bit of the man remaining inside the animal. I can end this now. But, as his eyes burn to a cinder, I know there’s no going back if I keep this up.

Bending forward, I yelp at the pain I cause myself. He stares at me, his hand paused in stroking himself off. Straining to look into his eyes, I growl, “Fuck me.” Diving as far as I can, I bite down on his chest hair and tear it with my teeth.

Claws scrape over my ass. I shift, expecting a hard spank, but the next thing I know he’s lifting me by my butt and wrists. As we spring out of the spa, rivers drain down his body. The muscles are harder than ever. Four rows of abs cup the rolling drops. The muscles over his ribs flex and the tendons in his throat tense.

With his palm under my ass, he spreads my thighs apart and hefts me to him. I land face-first into his chest fur. The scent of animal makes me see stars and I turn my cheek.

He drops my pussy onto his cock.

A roar of mountains shakes the windows. For a second, I fear what’ll happen if they shatter and a ton of snow drops on our heads. Then he grabs my hips and fucks into me.

Fuck. God!

If there is a god, he fucks like this.

Every millimeter of me is crammed with Krampus cock. It doesn’t so much stretch as consume me. I melt and mold around him, straining to the point of shattering to fit him. My pussy drips with arousal, trying to cool the hot poker bolting through me. Only the gold hoop stands out. It’s a single ring of cool metal against the blazing flesh.

I scream. In pain, but also pleasure. My legs shatter with every thrust. I try to grip him, to give back, but my body’s broken. All I know is that cock and the ferocious cascade of pleasure numbing my body to the point beyond caring about pain.

Pain is meaningless as long as I have this.

“You’re…” A word slips from the Krampus’ feral roars and grunts. He stares at me like he wants to eat me whole. I place my palm on his chest, fingers slipping through the fur. A snarl erupts from his lips as he fucks me deeper than before.

Jesus Christ! I can’t take anymore, but there’s still more to give. His furry balls slap into my thighs, nowhere close to sinking into my straining chasm. I force my legs wider, hoping that will help. For a moment, I sink down him, but hands cup under my thighs.

I fly up his body, my legs wide open. Arousal smears into his chest fur as he holds me close to his face. “You’re perfect,” he moans and kisses me. The lips become teeth, then a bite so hard I squeal and come at the same time.

It’s nothing compared to before because nothing can ever compare, but my eyes still sparkle and my body writhes as he lowers me to the water, then places my hands on the stones. I dig into them, shocked that my legs still work as he lets go and gets up.

Darkness lingers behind me. My heart skips and I hold my breath. Heat and a low rumble rolls down my spine like a roar sputtering to catch. A great splash echoes and I peer back to find the Krampus on his knees, his bulging, red cock resting on my ass.

He’s asking the question again, even as his mouth gnarls and teeth gnash. He needs to know I want this. My body’s still shaking, terrified if I can survive this, but demented enough to need more. I try to speak, but all that comes out is a belabored pant.

I catch his eye and slowly mouth, “Fuck. Me.”

Hands slam to my hips, and he enters me to his balls.

“Fuck yes!” I scream at the top of my lungs. All the air is gone as that gold hoop sweeps up through my vagina. He tugs me back and that beautiful ring rolls over my G-spot. The monster starts to fuck, hard.

Harder than before. He grinds me into the broken rock. My arms give out after three pumps, but it doesn’t matter. As long as he’s got me, I’ll never fall.

All the while he fucks—long hard thrusts followed by quick shallow ones—sleigh bells ring through the air. I must be losing my mind, but I don’t care. It sounds like I’m fucking a monster on Santa’s sleigh and it’s the hottest thing I can imagine.

Water splashes and my soggy hair lifts off my back. He winds my ponytail round and round his palm, then yanks. I jerk toward him, my ass landing on his furry crotch and his cock pumping through me.

“Yes!” I cry out, the pain throbbing up my scalp transforming into juices dripping down his cock. He lets go of my hip and the bells jingle faster than ever. I have no idea what’s going on, but I don’t care. By the force of my hair and sheer will, I fuck myself back onto him.

“This is… I’m… Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop!” I shriek, letting myself fall.

Hands clamp onto my hips, keeping me on my feet, but it’s too late. I climax hard enough to crack walnuts. My vagina wrenches around his cock, greedy for every pulse of pleasure, but there’s nowhere for it to give. He’s filled me to the brink, and I’m falling hard.

The beast roars.

I swear the very snowflakes shake in terror. Pressure abates, and I start to look back just as cum spurts over my ass and up my spine. He’s gripped himself at the base, the gold hoop spinning as he ejaculates all over me. In the chilled air, it hits like splattering hot cream.

As the last of it pumps out, he drops himself, and his eyes open. The beast is gone. In its place stands someone who’s not quite monster and not quite man. Panting, I push myself off of the rocks and try to stand.

My legs give out instantly. He catches me, cradling me to his chest even as he guides both of us back into the water. With a gentle hand, he washes his cum off of my back while I nestle my head in his chest hair.

No words are said. None need to be. All that matters is I fucked the Krampus.

And I want to do it again.