Kraved by Krampus (Yule Be Mine Monster)

13. Clara

Chapter thirteen

Clara

K rampus tosses me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, the move both playful and dominant. “But first, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

My head spins as Krampus’s magic swirls around us, transporting us to a different room within Magnus. He sets me down in a dimly lit stone chamber, candles surrounding us.

“Don’t worry, little mate. No one will ever disturb us here.” His deep voice rumbles with wicked promise.

Kneeling before me, he takes my wrists, his obsidian horns glinting in the candlelight.

My heart hammers as Krampus secures my wrists above my head. Not again. But this time, there’s an edge of anticipation. I’m already naked, and he towers above me, still partially clothed. He moves with the confident grace of a man about to take what he craves, and my body flushes at the thought.

My breath quickens as he uses a blindfold to cover my eyes. His lips are at my ear. “Tell me to stop if I go too far, little mate.”

I shiver at the prospect, unsure if I’ll be able to utter those words. “What are you going to do?”

His gravelly chuckle sends goosebumps across my body. “You’re going to find out.”

I bite my lip as he resumes exploring my body with his mouth. He nuzzles my neck, his breath warm on my skin, before trailing kisses down my collarbone. My senses heighten as his tongue flicks over my nipples, teasing them to aching peaks. His mouth continues its tantalizing path downward, pausing to worship my soft belly.

What is he waiting for? My inner voice betrays my eagerness as heat pools between my thighs. I arch my back, silently pleading for the release I crave.

Krampus chuckles, his hot breath fanning my wet pussy. “Impatient, little mate?” His fingers glide through my folds, stroking my aching clit before dipping lower to tease my entrance. He sucks his fingers clean. “You taste even better than I imagined.”

I moan, struggling against my bonds as he circles my clit with lazy laps of his tongue. His fingers join the dance, thrusting inside me as his mouth works its magic. It’s too much, and yet not enough. “Please, Krampus...”

He chuckles, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through me. “Not yet, my sweet.” He removes his lips and moves away, leaving my pussy aching.

I whimper in protest, my hips bucking mindlessly.

“Shh, little mate. I’m not done with you yet.”

I feel him fasten something around one of my ankles, spreading my legs wide before he fastens something around the other ankle. A thrill of apprehension shoots through me as I realize I’m at his mercy. I’m exposed, vulnerable, and undeniably aroused.

I try to remember what I wrote before in my dark fantasies, but my thoughts are clouded and my curiosity mounts. “What are you doing?”

“You’ll see.” His tone is dark and seductive.

I gasp as Krampus nuzzles his way between my thighs, his lips pressing against my slick folds. His tongue flicks out, teasing my sensitive clit. My hips buck instinctively, seeking more of that tortuous pleasure.

He chuckles against my pussy, the sound sending delicious vibrations straight to my core. “Patience, little mate. I’m just getting started.”

Krampus sucks my clit between his lips, his tongue circling the swollen nub as he teases me with light flicks. Pleasure builds in my core, growing with each devilish lick.

I can feel myself drawing close to the edge, my pussy clenching with need. Right as I’m about to burst, Krampus pulls away, leaving me empty and aching.

“K-Krampus,” I whimper, my voice breathless with want. “Please, I need...”

“Need what, little mate?” His voice is a dark purr, dripping with promise. “What do you need from me?”

I’m too far gone to play coy or hide my desires. “I need you to make me come. Please, I can’t stand it anymore.”

“Such a good girl, asking so sweetly.”

Krampus sinks two fingers inside me, pumping them in and out as his mouth returns to my clit. He strokes me in time with his tongue, bringing me right to the verge...

And then he stops again, yanking his fingers free. I cry out in protest at the loss, squirming against my restraints.

“Not yet,” Krampus chuckles, his hot breath fanning against my slick skin. “You’ll come when I say you can, little mate.”

I shake my head, tears of frustrated arousal pricking at my closed eyelids. “Please, I can’t take anymore! I need...”

“You need nothing but me.” Krampus’s voice is a possessive growl. “You feel how wet I’ve made you? How swollen and needy you are?”

He returns to my pussy, licking a slow stripe up my slit until his lips close around my throbbing clit. “So much pussy honey, all for me. I’m going to feast on you until all you know is the taste of your own ecstasy.”

His fingers plunge back inside, thrusting deep as his tongue lashes my clit. Wet sounds fill the room as he eats me out with intensity.

“K-Krampus! Yes, just like that!” I nearly sob, the coil in my core winding tighter than ever. “Please, let me come!”

“No,” he growls against my clit.

Krampus pulls back just as I’m about to crest, his fingers coated in my juices. He smears them over my clit, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves. I thrash against the restraints, desperate for release.

“I don’t know how much more I can take,” I whimper. “You’re driving me mad!”

“I’m not nearly finished with you,” Krampus rumbles. “But since you begged so sweetly...”

He plunges back inside, licking and sucking and thrusting me closer than I’ve ever been. My thighs quiver, my toes curl in the spreader, and then...

Stars explode behind my blindfold as the most intense orgasm of my life crashes through me. I scream as the coil snaps, ecstasy shooting through every nerve ending. My pussy clenches rhythmically around Krampus’s fingers, gushing my release...

And still he doesn’t stop. Krampus pushes me right back to the edge, licking and sucking until I’m climbing towards another peak. This time, there’s no respite as I tumble over.

Igniting orgasm after blinding orgasm in my overwhelmed body. Jolt after jolt of pure pleasure until I’m sobbing brokenly, wrung out and quivering from sensation overload.

Finally, mercifully, Krampus stills his lips and fingers. He presses kisses to my inner thighs, letting me float down from that incredible high.

“Thank you for that, little one.” I can hear the smirk in his voice, even though I can’t see his face.

Krampus releases my hands, the silken bindings falling away. He unstraps my ankles from the spreader, letting my legs free. Relief flows through me, along with a thrill of anticipation for what comes next.

“You’re not done yet, little mate,” Krampus purrs, his obsidian horns gleaming in the candlelight. “I’ve got one more surprise for you.”

Fresh fear and exhilaration jolt through my nerve endings. What more could this man, this beast, possibly have in store after that mind-blowing performance with his tongue? How much more could he make me take?

Krampus smirks, as if reading my thoughts. “Oh, I’m nowhere near finished with you, sugarplum.”

“Yes, Krampus,” I gasp, my body still humming with aftershocks from the relentless orgasms he’s coaxed from me. “Please, whatever you want. Just don’t stop touching me.”

His low laugh sends delicious tingles across my skin as he strokes my hair away from my face. “Always so eager, little mate. But first, I want you to see something.”

Krampus steps back, and I shift on the plush rug, feeling deliciously sore and sensitive all over. My eyes wander over his muscular frame, taking in his broad shoulders and the powerful planes of his chest. His horns gleam in the flickering candlelight, adding to the aura of dangerous allure he exudes.

With a whisper of clothing, Krampus undoes the belt holding his pants in place. He removes his belt and slides his pants down, freeing his hardened cock. As the fabric falls away, my breath catches in my throat.

His cock springs free, and my eyes widen at the sight. Not just at his impressive size, but at the subtle obsidian ridges along his length that seem to pulse with a faint purple glow in the candlelight. He's massive, thick, and fully erect. I watch, fascinated, at the bulbous head leaking with anticipation, glistening in the warm glow of the candles.

The broad head is darker than the rest, like polished black stone, and I wonder fleetingly how those ridges would feel inside me.

But no, he’s not going to take me. I realize with a pang of disappointment. He’s just going to keep teasing me until I’m broken...

Krampus circles his fingers around the base of his cock. His obsidian horns curl above me as his eyes burn into to me. With purposeful strokes he glides his fist up and down the thick shaft.

“Do you like what you see, little mate?” Krampus’s voice is rough with wanting, and yet he makes no further move to touch himself, instead letting me admire the sheer size of him.

“Y-Yes,” I whisper, my cheeks flaming with heat. I’ve never seen a man so well-endowed, and a wicked thrill courses through me. “It’s just... I mean, you’re so...”

“Big?” Krampus’s smirk is devilish in the shadows. “Don’t worry, sugarplum. I won’t hurt you. But I will show you just how good it can be.”

His words send a shiver of anticipation through me, and I imagine how it would feel to have him stretch me wide. I bite my lip, my eyes flicking to his impressive length. “What... what do you want me to do?”

Instead of answering, Krampus crooks a finger at me. “Come here, little mate.”

I scramble to my knees, my gaze never leaving his. When I reach him, Krampus cups my chin, tilting my head back. His eyes glow with an infernal light, reflecting the dancing flames, and his pupils are dilated, reflecting his desire. “Open your mouth.”

My heart hammers as I part my lips, and a bead of sweat trickles between my breasts. What does he intend?

Krampus doesn’t keep me waiting. He strokes himself, pumping his shaft slowly as the tip leaks more of that glistening fluid. Then, with a husky groan, he aims himself at my waiting mouth.

I lean forward, unsure, but his palm at the back of my head guides me. My lips close around the broad head of his cock, and I moan softly at the taste of him. Salt and musk fill my senses as I take more of him, my tongue flicking out to taste him.

“Yes, that’s it, my muse,” Krampus rumbles, his eyes half-closed in pleasure. “Wrap your lips around me and suck.”

I do as he says, hollow cheeks and swirling my tongue. More precum spills onto my tongue, and I moan appreciatively, sucking harder.

Krampus’s hand tightens in my hair, and his hips begin to move, slowly at first, then with growing urgency. “That’s it, little mate. Take all of me.”

I moan around him, but before he comes, Krampus withdraws from my mouth, his eyes dark with desire. “Now it’s your turn again, sugarplum.”

I swallow nervously, feeling my body thrumming with arousal but unsure what he intends. Krampus reaches out, trailing a finger through the glistening wetness between my thighs. He brings his finger to my mouth, and I lick it clean obediently.

“Such a good girl.” Krampus’s voice is thick with arousal. “Now, lie down and let me show you what else I have in store for you.”

I lower myself to the soft rug, my breaths coming in short pants. Krampus stands before me, his impressive length still hard and ready. Anticipation pools between my thighs, ready for him, and my legs quiver in anticipation.

Kneeling between my spread thighs, Krampus leans forward, his breath hot on my ear. “I’m going to fill you up, little mate.”

His words send a thrill of excitement through me, and I arch my back, offering myself to him. Krampus chuckles, his hot breath fanning my sensitive skin. “Eager as always, little mate.”

“Your cock... I need it, please.” The words spill from me before I can stop them. Begging for him.

His ancient, intelligent gaze sears me and I imagine myself pinned under his brawn, filled to the brim with his thick length. Stretched, split open, crying out as he takes his pleasure inside me.

But Krampus simply shakes his head. “Not yet, little mate. Without a bond to protect you, my lust could ruin you. And I’m afraid I don’t have the self-control to hold back...”

I whimper and curl into him, stricken. “But I need...”

“Shh...” He presses a tender kiss to my forehead as I melt into his strong embrace. “You’ll get it, all of me soon enough. I promise you that much.”

I feel his big hands on my thighs, pushing them wider apart. Then, with a whispered incantation, he calls upon his shadow magic.

A tendril of darkness slithers from the shadows, snaking towards me. I’m transfixed as it enters me, a strange and exhilarating sensation coiling through my pussy. I gasp as it writhes and twists, an extension of Krampus himself, filling me with his shadow magic. My heartbeat quickens, and the tendril matches its rhythm, expanding and contracting in time with my pulse.

“Yes, that’s it, little mate,” Krampus rumbles, his voice a dark caress in my ear. “Take my magic inside you. Let it fill you, stretch you, prepare you for me.”

His words send shivers through me, and the tendril seems to pulse in response. Then, as if my wanton reaction is an invitation, another tendril joins the first, slipping into my ass as well. I cry out, my body clenching in surprise and pleasure as the shadows invade and claim me.

“That’s it, sugarplum,” Krampus growls, his voice rough with need. “Take all of it. Let my magic consume you.”

The tendrils move in concert, stroking and rubbing against every sensitive spot. As the shadow tendrils fill and stretch me, I can’t believe the pleasure coursing through my body. I’ve never felt anything like this, and I don’t want it to end. Krampus’s voice in my ear, dark and commanding, only adds fuel to the fire.

It’s as if Krampus knows my body better than I do, as if he can see my pleasure glowing in the dark. And then his fingers join the dance, finding my clit, stroking and circling with perfect pressure. My body tenses, arches, and I cry out, lost in sensation as he brings me to the brink.

“That’s it, little mate. Let it take you.” Krampus’s fingers move faster, his shadows thrashing within me in perfect sync. “Come for me now.”

His command sends me over the edge. I scream his name as an explosion rocks my body. White-hot pleasure surges through me, and my pussy clenches rhythmically around the shadow tendrils as they pulse and writhe within me.

It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before—intense and otherworldly. The shadows seem to drink up every ounce of my ecstasy as they continue to move within me, prolonging my climax indefinitely.

I open my eyes to see Krampus above me, his hand wrapped around his thick cock as he strokes himself furiously. His gaze is locked on mine, his eyes glowing with infernal light as he watches me come apart under the ministrations of his shadows. His expression is a mix of lust and something else—admiration? Possession?

It’s not a shudder of fear that runs through me, but something far more profound and primal. It’s as if my body recognizes this feeling, this dark pleasure, on a fundamental level, and instead of shrinking away, I find myself yearning for more.

I should be afraid, I know, but something about the way he looks at me sends a heady rush of desire coursing through my veins. Krampus wants me with an intensity that rivals my own yearning for him. Despite his fearsome appearance and dark power, I feel safe.

“You’re so beautiful when you come,” he growls between clenched teeth. “So responsive.”

The shadow tendrils inside me are relentless, their movements becoming even more insistent as they stretch and tease my sensitive spots. I’m on the verge of another climax, my body trembling with the effort to hold back the tidal wave of pleasure. I can’t take much more of this, but at the same time, I never want it to end.

Krampus must sense my inner turmoil, because he leans in close, his hot breath tickling my ear. “That’s it, little mate,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. “Let it all go.” His words are like a trigger, and my self-control shatters like glass under his commanding tone.

As if they have a mind of their own, my hands reach out and grasp the obsidian curves of his horns, my body arching in uncontrollable pleasure. At the touch of my hands on his horns, he seems to lose control and lets out a deep groan, the sound rumbling through his broad chest. I feel his powerful body tense above me. Then he grunts again, a primal sound, and I feel his warmth spill over my skin, his seed marking me as his.

His release is hotter than humanly possible, almost scorching against my skin, and glows with a faint purple luminescence before seeming to sink into my flesh like a magical brand.

The sensation of him coming on me sends me over the edge once more, and I come harder than before. My pussy clenches around the shadow tendrils as they pulse within me, and I sob with the intensity of it.

Finally, as the waves of bliss begin to subside, the shadow tendrils withdraw, leaving me boneless and replete.

Krampus leans over me, his horns framing his face. “Did you like that, little mate?”

I can only nod, still catching my breath as aftershocks ripple through me.

Krampus chuckles, and I feel the hardness of his length against my thigh. “Believe me, little mate, this was just the beginning.” I attempt a smile, but exhaustion crashes over me and I slip into unconsciousness.