“We’ll do this all the time,” he gnashed out, practically reading my mind. “You’ll have as much monster cock as you’ll ever want or need, Clara. As my mate, I vow to keep you safe.”
He arched over me and his lips crashed down over mine in a bruising kiss. “I vow to keep you sore for as long as I have the pleasure of calling you mine.”
“And how long will that be?” I giggled.
Forever. We both already knew that. But he sat back and gave his candy cane a tantalizing lick. It had a sharp point now. “For as long as you’re on the naughty list, Clara.”
My breath hitched when he put the candy cane to my chest, the point digging into my skin. I knew what he was about to do, and he paused, giving me a moment to parse how I felt about it. I grinned that sly smirk I’d picked up from him, and nodded.
“Scheiße, you’re perfect for me, Clara. In every way.”
He kept fucking me with shallow hard thrusts as he carved into my skin with the sharpened candy cane. The cut was shallow, but deep enough to draw blood. I wanted to look, and tried craning my neck to see what he’d carved into my flesh.
He snarled a warning and jerked on my chain. “You get to look when you come for me, Clara. Come around the Krampus’ cock. I want to feel your cream coat me as you scream your pleasure, naughty girl.”
He came first. Thick torrents of cum filled me and when I couldn’t hold another drop more, it leaked down the swells of myass, soaking into the dirt floor beneath us. I felt so full, so filthy. Every bit the naughty girl I was.
With that, I came, violently. It crashed over me like a crushing tidal wave, robbing me of my ability to breathe for several intense seconds. I gasped for breath while he praised me through his pleasure-laced huffs.
He pulled gently on the chain with one hand, and with his other he cupped my head, lifting it off the ground so I could see his handy work.
In bloody letters, he’d carved the word “Naughty” into my chest. Little beads of blood pooled between my breasts, creating a beautifully gruesome sight that would be branded onto my brain forever.
He pushed the candy cane into my mouth and sat back on his haunches to appreciate the scene. “Fucking perfect…”
“Merry Christmas, Bastion,” I hummed.
There was that grin again I loved so damn much. The one he’d only ever given me and no one else. I wasn’t sure how I missed how much love he’d always packed into it, even when we were kids.
“Merry Christmas, little beast.”
THE END
Epilogue
Clara
“Thank you for shopping at Floral Wonderland.”
Bastion’s customer service voice was interrupted by a growl, followed by a curse. “Verdammt!”
I strode out of the back office to find my husband trying to pack a customer’s purchase into a bag with one hand, while struggling to hold our squirmy baby in the other.
“You’re lucky Holly doesn’t speak German yet, Bast.” I laughed softly, watching our almost one-year-old daughter sliding down her daddy’s hip. She looked so cute in her red Christmas jumper, white stockings and baby Mary Jane’s.
“Here, let me help.” I walked behind the counter and took the indoor plant food front Bastion, placed it in the bag, and handed it to the waiting customer.
They left with a smile and a “Happy Holidays,” before disappearing into the snowy night with a jingle of the bells hanging from the front door.
“About ready to close up for Christmas Eve, Mrs. Weber?”
I smiled, kissing his candy-sweet lips. “Scheiße, ja.”
He grinned at my reply. “Out of all the German I’ve tried to teach you, of course it’s the curse words you remember.”
I stuck out my tongue at him with a wink before grabbing my purse and brandishing the store keys. “The curse words are all you need with the Krampus as your personal translator.”
It had been over a year since that fateful Christmas in the Krampus cave. To this day, I was still his first and only victim. Instead of terrorizing naughty villagers or succumbing to his demon’s desires, he focused on the shop and being the partner I deserved.
