Closing my eyes, I brought the glass to my lips and knocked back the mouthful of fluid.
The eggnog, mixed with my own juices that had leaked into the vessel seared my tongue. It was creamy, with hints of cinnamon and something entirely my own. It was more than good. It was the perfect aphrodisiac.
“Ready for more of your punishment?”
I peered up at the Krampus and gave him an eager nod. None of this felt like a punishment, not really. It was only disguised as one, not only for his pleasure, but for mine. We were both indulging in a way we never could or would with anyone else in the world.
We both knew each other’s dirty secrets, and here in this cave, we could let them out to breathe. To be. We could peel back each other's layers and not only appreciate the people beneath, but lust for them.
Krampus snapped his fingers and in a blink, the cage had vanished into thin air.
“Now is your chance to run.”
I blinked up at him, dazed by the suggestion. Why would I run? I was having the time of my fucking life. His demonic features twisted with mock rage and suddenly I got the picture. “I said fucking run!”
My legs were too weak from my last mind-obliterating orgasm to get up just yet, so I crawled. I knew I wouldn’t get far—neither of us had any intention of letting me escape. But I expected at least a little bit of a chase.
No such luck.
A metal collar appeared around my throat attached to a heavy chain. He gave it a yank, and I coughed as the metal collar dug painfully into my throat, temporarily cutting off my air supply. The jerk on the leash was enough to pull my hands and knees out from under me. I went skidding belly first in the dirt.
Before I could pull myself back up, he was falling to his knees behind me. With the chain clutched tight in one one, he gripped my hips and flipped me so I was on my back. He loomed over me, globs of saliva pearling my navel, my tits, my collar.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Clara. And since you’re a naughty girl, I’m not going to warm you up with my tongue or my fingers. The bottle was the only practice you get.”
I nearly choked on my own heart as it skyrocketed into my throat. The bottle was practice? I’d only been able to take the bottle’s neck, and his cock was easily three times as girthy.
“Don’t worry,” he chuckled, seeing the panic flash behind my eyes. “I’ll go slow.”
His tongue slipped over my pussy, painting a lick over my slit to coat me in plenty of lubricant. He raised a fist, clenching the chain tight before giving it a light tug. The pulling sensation on my throat made my hips arch off the ground.
“I fucking love this little masochistic streak you’ve been hiding, Clara.”
“And I love the goat demon you’ve been hiding, Bastion,” I babbled through a sloppy smile as he slid his cock through my labia. My brain was on fire imagining how the swirling ridges would feel inside me.
His hips moved back and forth to stimulate my clit with his ridges and bumps. He already felt like heaven and he wasn’t even inside me yet.
“Please,” I begged, not caring how pathetic I sounded. “Put it in me. I need you inside me, Bastion.”
“My naughty girl is taking her punishment so well,” he praised through a fang-filled grin. “Asking so nicely for my demon cock. Be sure to scream for me, Clara.”
He guided himself into my entrance with every bit the slow pace he promised. The cage, the eggnog bottle, the leash and collar…. None of it compared to the real torture of taking a giant ridged monster cock one inch at a time.
“Fuck me,” I sobbed, fingers clawing the dirt as an overwhelming amount of pleasure ravaged my entire system. The filthy, depraved bliss of it all was made that much better by the tiny shock waves of pain as he stretched me in ways no human male ever could. “Fuck, fuck,fuck!”
He laughed, cold and cruel, and the movement of him shaking inside me had my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
“Open your eyes,” he snapped. “You’re going to look the Krampus in the eye while he fucks you, naughty girl.”
I opened my eyes to find a candy cane in his hand. He was sucking the end into a deadly point. A lust-drunk smile curved my lips seeing the demon with Bastion’s favorite candy. I’d been a bit worried his demon would be cruel, past the point of it being fun. But all my worries fizzled away as fuzzy warmth took its place.
Despite the horns, the crazy tongue, the hooves, the fur… It was still the mischievous man I’d come to love. The only one who’d ever seen me for who I was and urged me to be that person, unapologetically. No more living a pretend life. No more fear. Just pleasure and love and lust, with a dash of dark magic and monster dong.
“Tell me you’re mine, Clara,” he growled as he finally buried himself inside me to the hilt. “Tell me that I’m not a stupid fool for thinking one day you’ll be my wife.”
“I’m yours. And you’re not a fool. I’ll marry you.” I didn’t have to think. The words fell out of me, and I meant every god damn syllable.
He groaned his pleasure, raspy and deep. He fucked me with a rythm that had me barreling toward yet another release in a matter of seconds. His cock was perfect. Better than any other monster cock I’d ever read about, and definitely better than any human cock.
