Chapter 2

2

SOPHIA

W e found ourselves inside a tavern on the outskirts of the festival, and I was another two mugs of wine down and having the best time of my life. Any unease I felt previously was gone as my body heated from the alcohol and the warmth of the bar, and the atmosphere made anything negative fade away.

After another twenty minutes, everyone was ready to call it a night. We left the tavern, my breath visible in the icy air, the noise and music of the festival not quite as loud as it had been before. The heat and alcohol of the wine warmed me from the inside out, but now that I was outside with the monsters still acting for the crowd, the memory of that masked figure came back full force.

I thought about the weight of his gaze… about the way he seemed to track me through the crowd, stirring something dark and devious inside me. I couldn’t name what this feeling was. It was a mixture of anxiety and something far more dangerous that had my panties damp.

I looked around the crowd, but I didn’t see my Krampus.

My Krampus?

It was getting late, so the streets were thinning out as the air became chillier. I said goodbye to the girls, and we parted ways. The snow was coming down harder, and it crunched beneath my shoes, muffled and rhythmic as I moved down the cobblestone and toward home.

Fire-lit lanterns lined the street and flickered, casting a yellow glow and making the festivities seem even more ethereal. The golden hue made long shadows across the stone walls and pebbled ground. Because the entire atmosphere gave off spooky vibes anyway, the shifting shadows made things seem a little more ominous.

The wind picked up, and I pulled my wool coat tighter around me. The chill settled in my bones, but there was something else that made me shiver. I glanced over my shoulder. The crowd became thinner the farther away I got from the festival. I took a few turns, moving quicker, wanting to get into the warmth of my little flat.

The stillness of the alley pressed in on me, and my teeth chattered. The winding path between buildings was narrow, the ancient buildings seeming to close in on me. I quickened my steps as unease prickled at the base of my neck.

But then I heard it.

Him .

It was the rhythmic, steady, and deliberate crunch of footsteps behind me that had my heart racing and beads of sweat forming on my temple and between my breasts.

I heard him moving closer, his hooved footsteps creeping closer.

Krampus was coming, and he was coming for me.

My breath was sharp and shallow as it caught in my throat. I found a sliver of courage and glanced over my shoulder, my heart hammering in my chest. The area was too dark with no lights in the alley.

I swallowed hard and forced myself to face forward. The snow crunched faster beneath my shoes as I quickened my pace. God… the thrill and arousal of fear coursed through me. It was sharp and electrifying.

You are not a victim. You are strong. I grabbed onto that strength and pushed my fear down as I spun around. I channeled that fierce personality I knew I had and said in a sharp voice, “Who are you, and what do you want?”

The world tilted beneath my feet, and I reached out and braced a hand on the cold stone of the building beside me. Because standing far too close for comfort was the beast who’d been stalking me.

The air was so cold it felt suffocating as we stared at each other.

This weird and twisted sensation of wanting the forbidden claimed me, tightening around every erogenous zone of my body.

He was still in his Krampus costume, towering over me at nearly seven feet in height. He took a step closer, his hoof boots clacking against the stone ground. His tattered robes shifted with his movements and the breeze that whipped through the narrow alley.

His horned mask glinted in the faint light, the eyeholes still glowing red and ominously. The fur and chains and claws made him look like the devil himself.

He didn’t respond to my clear-voiced questions, and I stood my ground though my knees threatened to give out. “What do you want?” I demanded again, but I couldn’t stop the tremble from my voice this time.

For long seconds, we were in a standoff, and then the motherfucker charged forward.

I cried out, startled and terrified by his sudden movements. My back hit the cold stone wall before I could turn and run, and the breath was knocked from my lungs. He was right in front of me, slamming his hands on either side of me, his deadly claws digging into the stone and scrapping close to my ears.

He crowded me, pinning me in place with a growl that rumbled deep from within his chest and sounded even more distorted from behind his mask.

God, this beast—this man—was raw and primal, and I grew wetter, my pussy clenching and my nipples tingling.

I should have been terrified. I should have screamed long and loud for help.

But a shiver of anticipation and excited arousal rolled through me. God, the heat that screamed through me said that my mind and body were at war with each other. The sound of him inhaling had me closing my eyes, and a moan was pulled from my throat.

He slid his hands down, his claws scraping along the wall. He gripped my wrists and pulled my arms up, pinning them on either side of my head. My body was so rigid, my eyes closed tight and my teeth clenched, that if anyone looked at me, they’d think I was scared shitless.

I wasn't, though. Inside, I was the complete opposite.

Because although his movements and everything about him dripped malevolence, his hold was firm but not painful. He looked as if he’d smell of sulfur and death, but the scent of aged leather, smoke from the torches he’d held, and something wild and potent enveloped me.

It was dark and exquisitely intoxicating.

“Who are you?” I whispered, barely able to force the words past my lips.

He didn’t speak, but God I wanted him to. I wanted to hear his voice. He leaned in close, the mask muffling his breathing and making it seem more ragged as he hovered by the side of my neck. His proximity and his intense body heat felt undeniably human, even if he looked like a demon from hell.

“What do you want?” I whispered.

And although he didn’t speak, he didn’t need to. Krampus had this natural dominance in his mere presence alone, and that made it perfectly clear what he wanted from me. The truth was… I didn’t want to fight whatever was happening.

I didn’t even resist him as those claws trailed down my arm, scratching me but not breaking skin… until they did. I gasped as the pain sliced through me, and I looked at where he cut me. It was shallow but it bled, my blood dark and warm as it slid down my inner forearm.

He reached up and pushed his mask up just slightly, so his lips were visible. But his face was painted in deep grays and shades of browns to flow with his costume.

My head was cocked back so I could stare into his eyes, which were still glowing red from the tiny lights inside the mask. But it was the way he pressed his immense body against mine and felt the massive erection digging into my body that made the danger of this situation truly come into focus.

“Bet your little cunt is soaked for me. All primed and juicy because I look like this. Isn’t that right?”

I looked at his mouth, the corner of his lips kicking up in a smug smile. But I couldn’t answer. The words were lodged in my throat. He laughed deep, almost sinister.

“I can smell you, little girl. I know your panties are drenched clean through, and your little pussy is clenching for my cock.”

I gasped, my lips parting at his crude words. I shouldn’t feel aroused by his almost degrading endearment. But he took my silence as an invitation and brushed his mouth against mine, soft for only a second before he added pressure until the kiss was rough and unyielding.

I tried to turn my head on instinct—not because I didn't want the kiss but because I didn't know how to handle this moment.

He was so big and consuming, and his Krampus costume turned me on like nothing else before. Unable to stop myself, I reached up and grasped his curling horns, and pulled his lips close to mine, slowly licking them before crashing my lips to his in a hot, wet kiss.

He groaned and swiped his tongue along mine. He tasted like mead and something spicy, the flavor instantly intoxicating.

I parted my lips even more without hesitation, needing more from him. The sheer forbidden nature of it all… it consumed me. All logic and what reality was left, the wind carried it away.

The world itself faded as I got lost in all of this.

My fingers trembled as I slid my hands down his horns and brushed the edges of his mask. The vision—the idea of this man touching me while dressed like a literal monster—turned me on so much.

I wasn’t going to try to remove his mask, but he clearly thought I was because his hands caught mine, his grip firm and slightly painful. And that discomfort made me desperate for cock. More specifically… his.

“Not yet, little girl,” he murmured against my lips. He kissed me hard and possessively, stealing the breath from my lungs until I just gave in.

I wanted him to drag me deeper into his hell. “Take me,” I whispered, all the hot wine I drank tonight finally loosening my tongue and giving me the courage to speak the thoughts running through my mind. “Take me right here. Right now. And make it hurt so good.”

He growled in response. I didn’t know if he’d actually fuck me in this narrow, freezing alley, but I was game for how far he wanted this to go.

“Your need for my cock is fucking beautiful.” His voice was kind of distorted. No longer from his mask but from his own desire—for me.

I could imagine he was this primal demon, this mythical creature who was going to claim me as his sexual prey. In fact, it was arousing just to fantasize that I was about to get devoured by this supernatural being who looked like the devil.

“You’re trembling,” he growled. “ Ich wott di zerstore. ” I want to destroy you.

My clit throbbed in time with my pulse, and my pussy flooded, priming for his cock, which I could feel was massive like the rest of him.

“Take me out,” he ordered.

I knew what he wanted even with him only saying those three words. I stared into his eyes and reached down to push his robes away, found the button of his slacks, and work it undone so I could slip my hand in and pull his erection free.

God, he was hot and hard and so long as I held him in my palm.

“Are you afraid of me?” His words were too low for me to make out what his normal voice might sound like, but it didn’t matter. Everything about this monster turned me on.

“Yes,” I whispered. A half-truth because I was far more turned on than I was afraid.

His costume and sheer size gave him the allure of power and violence, and it was that danger that was an aphrodisiac. I felt like he was barely hanging on to his control. His enormous body was all but shaking with his restrained need. I wanted him to break through those chains and just give in to the animal he had inside—the one he portrayed on the outside.

He lifted that clawed hand and dragged a sharp tip along the side of my throat, his silent threat seeming very loud that he could open me up in that tiny alley. But when he gripped my neck with his hand and squeezed, sending a modicum pain through me, I clenched my teeth.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll still feel me deep inside you tomorrow.” His words were matter of fact, and I whimpered. “I’m going to pound your pussy until the only dick it wants is mine. Gonna make it hurt.”

Yes…make it hurt.

“I’m not going to be gentle, bebbi .” It was a promise.

His dominant darkness wrapped around me, this tendril of inky corruption that suffocated me in the best way.

Before I knew it was happening, Krampus spun me around and pressed my body to the coarse wall of the building. This beast was harsh in his movements while he got me into the exact position he wanted me in.

“Push your pants down and show me what I’m going to be eating.”

I closed my eyes and rested my forehead on the stone, breathing through the intense high I suddenly felt.

I worked my pants and panties down knowing I was insane for doing this but unable to stop myself because I needed this too much. And I didn't know why. He inserted his hoof-booted foot between mine, kicked my legs farther apart, and I gasped as the cold air touched the most intimate part of me. My cunt was dripping.

Unsteady, I had to brace my palms on the wall. My breathing was frantic, and I wanted to look over my shoulder, craving to watch this monster take me.

Like he read my mind, he growled, “Don’t fucking look back. You stay still and take what I give you.”

Christ … this was so hot.

His huge-pawed hands were on my ass cheeks, his clawed-fingers digging into the flesh hard enough I knew he was pricking the skin… breaking it.

I didn’t have to look at him to know he was sinking to his haunches. I felt his robes brushing along the bare skin of my legs, his paws sliding down the outside of my legs. He slid them back up and brought that big hand to my ass, smacking it hard enough I cried out from how much it hurt.

“You want my mouth and tongue in this little hole?” He blew warm breath along my pussy, teasing me. Taunting me.

God. His words were so filthy.

He gripped my waist and pulled my ass out more, holding tight to my hips, scratching me with those claws.

With my lower half popped out and my legs spread even more, I braced for what he was going to do.

Destroy me.

He growled, spread my ass cheeks, and latched his mouth to my soaking pussy. His mouth was hot and wet, and I cried out at the shocking intensity of that feeling.

Krampus ate me out, licking and nipping, lapping up my juices, and fucking me with his tongue. The feeling of his horns pressing to my back, almost as if he were using them to keep me in place, caused me to shift closer, to rub my cunt on his mouth.

The grunts and groans he made as he sucked my pussy sounded wet and intoxicating.

“You’re fucking sweet—the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. Bet this little cunt is gonna squeeze the fuck out of my cock.” He scratched my ass cheeks with his claws so hard that I knew I’d see the marks for days. Krampus growled and dragged his tongue over the welts he no doubt left, and I looked over my shoulder to watch him lap up the blood he’d drawn, but that mask was still in the way.

He moved back down and put his entire mouth over my pussy. He brought his palm down on one of my ass cheeks, the smacking sound filling the alley, the delicious pain even more intense from the fresh wounds. He groaned when I popped my ass out for more, shamelessly grinding myself against his mouth.

I was so close to coming already that when he latched his lips around my clit, instincts made me grind my cunt on his mouth to seek release.

“What do you want?” he growled against my pussy, the words spoken in-between licking and sucking on me.

“You know what I want,” I gasped.

He chuckled. Deep. Ominously. “You want me to obliterate your cunt?”

I clenched my jaw, unsure how to answer.

“Yeah, you beautiful, dirty girl. You want me to fuck you raw so that it hurts, and when you sit, you’ll remember my monster cock shoving deep inside you.” With one last long lick of my pussy, he sucked my clit into his mouth, growled long and loud, and got me off.

I cried out as I came hard, my body involuntarily shaking as the pleasure intensified swiftly and claimed every part of me. I sagged when the ecstasy faded, but it never fully left me as I leaned against the building. He rose behind me, spun me around, and pressed his full body against mine.

“Open your eyes and look at me.”

I pried my eyes open, starring into those red, glowing orbs.

Krampus still had the lower half of his mask tilted up, only allowing me to see his mouth, glossy with my cum, his face makeup smeared from eating me out. He pressed his lips to mine, not kissing me, just holding still.

And that's when I felt him move his hand between us, push my jacket open and my sweater up, and rub his pre-cum soaked cock tip along my belly.

This act was visceral, as if he was marking me like the demonic beast he portrayed. I grabbed his horns again and held him to me as he bit my bottom lip hard. I cried out, instantly tasting blood.

He dragged his tongue over the broken skin, licking at the metallic fluid and taking it into himself. The beast plunged his tongue inside my mouth, and I sucked on the muscle, tasting him and myself.

He slid a hand down to grip my ass, then lower to grab the back of my leg, lifting it I instantly hooked it around his waist, knowing where this was going and desperate for it to happen.

Krampus broke the kiss and dragged his tongue over my cheek and down my neck, and I held his horns tighter, using them as an anchor for my increasing pleasure. He bit and snarled, growling like the feral creature he was dressed up as.

“I’m ready.” Those two words spilled from me, murmured against his lips before I knew what was happening.

When he placed the tip of his shaft at my pussy hole, I didn’t tense. He was big, his cockhead thick as he nudged it against me, teasing me… threatening to impale me. This man’s dick was enormous, so girthy that I knew it would hurt when he was inside me. He’d split me in two, fill me up so much the pain would be unbearable.

Fuck… I wanted that .

“It’s going to hurt,” he snarled and pushed the crown in. I gasped at how intrusive the feeling was. “But you and I both want that. Pain...and some blood.” He dragged his tongue over my battered lip again.

He pressed a claw into my mouth, and I sucked on that sharp point for only a second because, in one fluid move, he thrust up and into me so hard, so forcefully, that I screamed. There was no way a passersby wouldn’t hear me.

My next cry was muffled with his claw still in my mouth, the burning and stinging pain of his thick cock almost too much.

Krampus was massive.

He grunted as he buried himself fully inside, pushing in inch after inch. God, it was never ending. “Such a good girl taking all of me. Gonna make this little slit so sore by the end.” He pushed in another inch. “So fucking tight and wet.”

I couldn’t answer, couldn’t even form a coherent word.

I realized I was crying and that my hands were curled painfully around his horns, my nails digging into the hard material.

Krampus pulled out until just the tip of him was lodged inside me, and then he pushed more of himself into my body than before. He grunted as I twisted my head slightly, so I had my neck bared to give him full access. He didn’t miss the not-so-subtle move, and he started biting me repeatedly.

My throat. My collarbone. The underside of my jaw.

This stranger… this demon… dragged his tongue over my cheeks, licking at the shed tears.

“You taste so fucking good.”

I was lost in the sensation when he stilled, every inch of his hardness now embedded in me, his balls pressed against the curve of my ass. My inner muscles clenched from the penetration, from the stinging fullness.

Krampus was savage and brutal… raw like a monster as he started fucking me, thrusting his hips back and forth, pistoning his gigantic cock within me. All I could do was hold on to those horns and take what he gave.

My back felt skinned from sliding up and down the stone of the building, but it felt good.

“Look at you,” he groaned. “Taking it all like a good girl for this demon.”

This was insane, but I didn't want it to stop.

“You feel so good. Your cunt’s so perfect. You’re going to come for me, aren’t you? Yeah, you’re going to come and soak my cock even though I look like a fucking monster.” The base of his dick rubbed my clit the harder and faster he thrust into me. Every part of me was winding up for that explosive orgasm he demanded of me. “That’s my girl. You like that, bebbi ? You like my cock in your pussy and my claws gripping your soft flesh?”

All I could do was whimper in response.

“So tight and hot. So damn wet,” he grunted. “Oh, fuck. Mach di bereit. Ich werd di uufülle .” Get ready. I'm going to fill you up. Then he growled and slammed into me even more roughly—once… twice… and on the third time, he stilled.

He held me up, keeping me impaled on his dick, his cock thickening a second before he spilled inside me and filled me with his hot, thick cum. The jets were so powerful I came again and lost all feeling in my arms and legs from the pleasure, unable to hold on to his horns any longer. But the grip he had on me let me know there was no way he’d allow me to hit the ground.

When his body stopped shaking, he pulled the mask off and buried his bare face in the crook of my neck, his breaths hot and fast as he panted against my throat.

He stooped from his towering height to wrap his arms beneath my ass and lifted me off the ground as he stood. I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms more firmly around his shoulders. His costume was made of fur and fleece robes, and it felt so soft against me.

I was aware of him gathering my pants and underwear that were still on the ground, and then he wrapped his robes around me, clutched his mask with his other hand, and left the alley.

It was when we were back on the street that he stopped right under a lamp, and I looked into his face. A face I knew all too well.

Lucian.

My boss… who was twenty years older than me.

And the man I’d been having a salacious relationship with for the past year.

“Take me to your place and fuck me again,” I whispered, staring into his eyes dreamily.

He grinned, kissed me deep and hard, and then headed to do exactly what I requested.