I take one deep breath, and another.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, close to my ear. “Relax. Let me in.”
My body slowly adjusts to his size, till the burn fades to dull pressure.
I can handle this, I tell myself. Iwantto handle this.
“There you are. You’re taking me so well.”
I’m still breathing hard, my body trembling. A thin sheen of perspiration clings to my skin. But after a moment I give an experimental roll of my hips, pressing back into him, spearing myself on his massive length. I moan, “More.”
He delivers a swift slap to my ass, and I gasp as it stings already-tender flesh.
“You’ll take what I give you,” he rumbles. “Do not forget, you are still being punished.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and force myself into silence. Inch by inch, he sinks into me. I am sure I can’t possibly take more; it’s not physically possible for me to take all of him. But then he shoves in another inch. And another.
He’s going to break me. I’m shaking, gasping, fresh tears rolling down my face. It hurts so badly, and yet?—
I want it. I crave it. I need it.
And once he’s finally fully seated within me, I am full in a way I did not know was possible. My toes curl, my back arching. Pain and pleasure mingle in a dizzying cocktail. I want to beg him to fuck me, but instead I bite my tongue and let out only a whimper.
Krampus grunts in approval. That’s all the warning I get before he pulls out and slams back into me in one quick thrust, his hips slamming against my bruised ass. I cry out, and his fingers dig into my skin as he begins to fuck me slow and hard.
It hurts. My body wasn’t built to handle something this size. Each thrust is brutal, bruising. Forceful enough that only his ironlike grip on my waist is holding me in place. My trembling arms give out, and I fall face down on the makeshift bed.
Krampus continues to fuck me without pause, his massive body leaning over to pin me prone beneath him. My cheek presses against the furs so hard, I can feel the stone slab beneath. When I try to push myself up on my elbows, he shoves me back down with an inhuman snarl. I glance over my shoulder to see his red eyes are blazing, his long tongue hanging out as he pants with each thrust into me. He fucks me like an animal, wild and feral. He is all beast now, driven by his need and his desire topunish.
God help me. I love it.
Soon, I am gasping and writhing, my eyes rolling, my cries of pleasure echoing around the cavern. This punishment, this pleasure, fills some dark hole inside of me. It is everything I needed and never knew how to ask for.
If I survive this, I’ll be ruined forever. How could I possibly be satisfied by a normal-sized man after being wrecked by him like this?
His grip on my waist tightens, and he lifts me fully off the bed. One huge hand holds me aloft as he settles back on his heels, thrusting up into me. I can’t even move, can’t do anything but cry out in pleasure and let him use my body like a toy.
“My little sinner,” he growls. “You suffer so prettily for me.”
Those words of praise send a throb of heat through me. I start to shake, on the verge of yet another orgasm that just might kill me.
His breathing grows harsh, his thrusts hard and choppy.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Once more. Come for me.”
I am helpless to do anything but obey. As I clench around him, whimpering and exhausted, he groans and slams me down on his cock as he finishes too. His huge length pulses inside me as he thrusts his way through his climax, spilling his seed inside of me. When he lifts me off him, an obscene amount of cum gushes out of me and spills down my thighs.
My head is drooping, my whole body heavy and limp, every inch of me exhausted and sore in the very best way.
I groggily look back over my shoulder at Krampus. “Thank you,” I whisper, and pass out.
Chapter
Twenty-Three
KRAMPUS
Krampus cradles the small human against his chest. Her face is slack, her swollen lips slightly parted, her body entirely limp. She’s utterly exhausted. Spent in more ways than one.
