"Please, sir," I begged, not even sure what I was asking for anymore. More? Less? Everything?
"Not yet," he said, adding a third finger. I cried out, the stretch intense. "You need to be able to take me, little mortal. I won't break you. Not permanently, anyway."
His fingers thrust in and out, fucking me open while his other hand caressed my abused ass. The contrast between tender touches and relentless stretching was maddening. My cock continued to leak below me, a pool of pre-cum gathering on the floor.
When he finally withdrew his fingers, I felt empty and desperate. I heard him position himself behind me, his hooved feet scraping against the floor. Then the broad head of his massive cock pressed against my entrance, and my breath caught in my throat.
"This is going to hurt," Krampus warned, his voice thick with lust. "But you're going to take every inch like the naughty boy you are.”
I nodded frantically, beyond words. I wanted this—needed it—more than I'd needed anything in my life.
He pushed forward, and I felt my body resist. The pressure was immense, his cockhead alone thicker than anything I'd ever taken. I whimpered, trying to relax, to open myself for him, but my body had other ideas.
"Breathe," Krampus commanded, one massive hand gripping my hip. "Push out against me."
I did as he said, bearing down as he pressed forward again. This time, my rim gave way with a sharp burn that made me cry out. The flared head of his cock breached me, and I felt impossibly full already.
"Good," he rumbled. "That's the hardest part."
He was lying. Every inch he fed into me felt like the hardest part. My ass burned and stretched around his demonic cock, the ridges and veins dragging against my prostate. I sobbed into the leather bench, tears streaming freely as he split me open.
But underneath the pain was a dark pleasure that made my toes curl. Being used like this, opened and claimed by an actual demon, pushed past my limits until I broke... it was exactly what I'd been craving without knowing it.
"Halfway," Krampus announced, and I couldn't believe there was more.
He pulled back slightly before pushing deeper, working himself into me with patient, relentless thrusts. My hole spasmed around him, trying to adjust to his size. I felt every ridge, every vein, every inch as he claimed me.
When his hips finally pressed flush against my abused ass, I let out a strangled sound that was half-sob, half-moan. I was completely full, stretched beyond what I thought possible, pinned beneath this massive creature. I’d never feel this used again. No man or beast would ever compare to the Krampus.
"There we go," he growled, his clawed hands caressing my sides. "Such a stretchy little human."
He held still for a moment, letting me adjust. My body trembled, caught between pain and pleasure, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so thoroughly impaled. It was sheer ecstasy.
Then he began to move.
His first thrust was slow, almost gentle, withdrawing halfway before sliding back in. But the second was harder, more demanding. By the third, he'd established a rhythm that was anything but gentle. His were deep, powerful strokes that drove the air from my lungs with each impact. I wasn’t sure I’d survive the encounter.
"This is what naughty boys get," Krampus snarled, his hips snapping forward. "They get fucked until they remember their place."
I could only moan in response, my voice breaking with each thrust. The bench creaked beneath us as he pounded into me, his massive cock hitting depths I didn't know I had. Every thrust sent shockwaves through my body, my prostate getting hammered relentlessly.
I glanced up only for a moment and found myself still able to gasp with shock. The walls of the room that I thought were stone had seemingly melted away into glass. And there, watching and stroking from the other side, was every man and beast in the bathhouse. Somehow, I’d become the center of the Christmas celebration, Krampus’s toy for the night.
And I fuckinglovedit.
I watched as the incubus from earlier pressed his hand against the glass, his violet eyes locked on mine. Behind him, the werewolf stroked himself furiously, his knot already swollen. The vampire's fangs were fully extended as he watched Krampus destroy my hole with methodical precision.
"They can't hear you," Krampus growled in my ear, somehow knowing what I was thinking. "But they can see everything. Every stretch, every thrust, every moment of your submission."
He punctuated his words with a particularly brutal thrust that made me scream. My cock throbbed uselessly beneath me, trapped and leaking. I was so close to cumming, had been for what felt like hours, but something was holding me back. Some supernatural force kept me teetering on the edge without falling over.
"Did you think I'd let you cum so easily?" Krampus chuckled darkly, as if he could read my thoughts. "You don't get to cum until I decide you've earned it."
I whimpered, pulling uselessly at the restraints. My ass was on fire from the beating and the relentless fucking. Every nerve ending screamed, but my body kept begging for more.
"Please," I sobbed. "Please, I need?—"
"I know what you need," he snarled, his claws digging into my hips hard enough to draw blood. "You need to be broken down completely before you can be built back up."
