Taken by Krampus
fem!human reader x Krampus You've been naughty this year, and Krampus knows exactly how to punish you.
-NSFW, slight BDSM, size difference, sub-dom, aftercare WC: 2,045 ‼️MINORS AND AGELESS DNI‼️
-A/N: For the naughty monster fuckers.
The forest path faded behind you as Krampus's massive hand gripped your wrist, pulling you deeper into the shadowed mouth of his cave.
Every year, he claims you like this. He practically dragged you through the snow covered trees. Your heart pounded with that mix of fear and filthy excitement. The cold bit at your skin, but inside, heat rose within you making your pussy throb with anticipation.
You had been naughty again this year. You wandered those woods on purpose, knowing he'd come for you. A branch snagged at your coat in your haste. You stumbled forward, lost in thought. His grip tightened to steady you. His claws pricked just enough to send a shiver down your spine. You were ready for tonight.
The air shifted as you crossed the threshold of his cave home. It was so much warmer now. His cave carried a smoky tang of pine, amber, and sweet holiday spices. It clinged to you. His scent made your thighs slick under the fabric, your nipples peaked against your shirt as desire tangled in your chest.
He released you with a low grunt. His horns scraped the low ceiling of the cave entrance. The dim light from deeper within flickered, casting long shadows that danced like teasing fingers. Krampus towered over you, his furred chest heaving, eyes glowing faintly red in the gloom. He put his big hand around the small of your back. He pulled you closer to his sturdy body, and you allowed him.
“Freshen up, naughty girl”, he rumbled softly in your ear.
His voice was like gravel scraping stone, deep and commanding. It vibrated through you, settling right between your legs. Krampus noticed and pointed toward the side chamber with a clawed finger. You nod, swallowing hard, and your pulse racing.
“I'll be waiting”, he said as he started to walk towards his room.
The words hung heavy, a promise that made your clit ache. You hurried to the basin, and kicked your boots off. The stone floor was cool under your bare feet. The water was icy as you splashed it over your face. The shock grounded you for a moment, but you could not ignore the heat pooling in your core. Your hands move lower, dipping between your thighs, wiping away the arousal that lingered.
You were drenched. Your pussy lips were swollen and sensitive. You bit your lip to stifle a whimper as your fingers brush your clit. The ache was insistent. It was a reminder of last year's claiming, how he'd stretched you, and filled you until you screamed.
Your nipples harden further against your shirt, begging for his rough touch. You stripped quickly, the cool air pebbling your skin. You throw your clothes on a rock, heart hammering. You ran naked toward his bed chamber, every step echoing your building need.
The fire crackled louder now, a steady roar that warmed the air and filled the cave with golden light. Shadows moved on the rough stone walls, and the scent of burning wood mixes with that primal musk, drew you in. There he was, Krampus, the mythical beast of Christmas.
He was sprawled in a massive chair by the fireplace, completely bare. His furred, muscular body gleamed in the firelight. His broad shoulders rolled with power, his horns curled back from his head like dark crowns. His legs were spread wide with thighs thick as tree trunks, and his eyes locked on you.
Dark and hungry pupils dilated as they raked over your body. Your full breasts, the dip of your waist, the flare of your hips. But it was his cock that stole your breath. It was thick as your wrist, veined and throbbing upright from a nest of coarse fur, the head already glistening with pre-cum. It twitched as you approached, and you felt your pussy clench in response, juices trickling down your inner thigh. You need this, need him.
“Come here”, he commanded, his voice a deep growl.
You stepped closer, knees weak, your full breasts heaving with each shallow breath. The fire's warmth licked at your bare skin like a lover's tongue, contrasting the chill that lingers from outside. He didn’t move, just watched. His gaze was pinning you in place, dominant and unyielding.
You straddled his lap, the coarse fur of his thighs brushing your inner legs. His cock stood rigid between you, hot against your belly as you settled. You could feel the pulse of it, the sheer size making your mouth water even as your nerves twisted in your gut.
“Sit on it. Take what's yours for being such a bad girl this year”.
His words hit you like a slap, filthy and direct. It made your clit throb with need. You reach down. Your fingers wrapped around his massive shaft. Your hand barely circles it. You guide the broad head to your entrance. You part eagerly, slick with arousal.
You gasp as you lower yourself slowly. The stretch was immediate. It burned sweetly as his cock pushed in, inch by thick inch. Your pussy walls yield to him, gripping tight, the veins dragging along your sensitive inner flesh.
You paused halfway, panting. Your hands gripped his furred shoulders for balance. He growls low. His hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise.
“All of it”, he demanded, steadying his voice.
You did as you were told and sank further. A moan tore from your throat as he bottomed out, his balls pressed firm against your ass. You were so full, every nerve seized with the pressure. The heat of him was buried deep.
“Good”, he whispered with approval rumbling in his chest, “Now spread your legs wide for me”.
His claws dug in just enough to heighten the sensation. You obeyed without hesitation, parting your thighs as far as you can over his lap. Your bodies exposed and joined completely in the fire's warmth. The position left you vulnerable.
Your clit was peeking out, swollen and begging. He slid one clawed hand between you. His rough finger found your clit and circled it with firm, deliberate pressure.
The touch was electric, sparks shot through you. You rocked your hips instinctively, but he held you still with his other hand. He thrusted up shallowly to fuck into your depths. His cock shifted inside, rubbing that perfect spot. You whimpered, the dual assault building your orgasm fast. He rubbed faster, pinching your swollen nub between his fingers, then rolled it with just the right roughness.
“That's it, cum on my cock, you naughty slut”, he demanded, his voice rough with lust.
His words push you over the edge. Pleasure coiled tight, then snapped. Waves of heat crashing through you as your pussy clenched around him, milking his thick length. You came so hard, soaking his lap, your thighs, with the slick sounds of your release filling the air. You cried out, body shuddering. Your nails dug into his shoulders as the orgasm rips through you, leaving you trembling and breathless in his grip.
He didn’t let you recover, didn’t give you time to catch your breath. With a feral snarl, he lifted you off him effortlessly. Your pussy protested the sudden emptiness with a needy ache. He spun you around to face the fire, positioning you on all fours on the thick rug. The fibers are soft under your knees and palms. A stark contrast to the iron grip on your hips as he kneels behind you.
You arched your back instinctively, presenting yourself. He slammed back inside in one brutal thrust, his cock burying deep, stretching you anew. You cried out, the force jolting through you, but you pushed back against him, craving more.
The slap of his furred thighs against your ass echoed in the cave as he fucks you hard. His movements were rhythmic, urgent, and relentless. Each drive hit that spot inside, making stars burst behind your eyes. Your breasts swayed with the impact. Sweat droplets formed on your skin from the fire's heat.
“Take it all”, he grunted as one hand tangled in your hair to pull your head back, arching your spine and exposing your throat.
The pull stung deliciously, heightening every sensation as he railed your pussy. His hips snapped forward with raw power. You felt every inch of him. With the drag and plunge, your walls fluttered around his girth. The urgency consumed you both. His grunts mixed with your moans, the cave filled with the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh.
He reached around finding your clit again. He rubbed with his thrusts, pushing you toward another edge. Your body jolted with every forceful plunge, pleasure building in layers, until you were begging incoherently, lost in the rough rhythm.
Suddenly, he pulled out, the loss making you whine. Before you could protest, he flipped you onto your back with ease. The warmth of the flames bathed your front now. Your skin glowed in the firelight, slick and you looked up at his massive form looming over you.
His eyes had softened just a fraction, the dominance tempered with something warmer. He held your wrist above your head. He leaned down, lips brushing your neck in a surprisingly tender kiss.
The contrast sent a thrill through you. His hot breath fanned your skin as he nipped at your collarbone, then trails lower to your breasts. He sucked a nipple into his hot mouth, tongue swirling around the peak, teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp.
“So good when you're like this”, he whispered against your skin, voice husky with praise and something sinister.
You arched into him whimpering. Your hands threaded through the fur at his neck. He moved lower, kissing down your stomach, each press of his lips a murmur of approval.
“My perfect naughty girl...so tight, so wet for me…you take me so well”.
The words wrapped around you like the fire's heat. His tongue dipped into your navel, then lower, lapping at the slickness on your thighs before positioning himself again. He slid back in slowly at first, letting you feel every inch. Your pussy welcomed him with a greedy squeeze.
Then deeper, harder, his hips snapped against yours in a passionate fury. You wrapped your legs around his waist. Your heels dug into his back, and your nails raked down his furred shoulders as he fucked you with building intensity. The dirty rhythm consumed you. His cock was swollen inside, his veins pulsed against your walls.
“Fuck, yes…gonna fill this pussy”, he groaned, thrusts turning erratic.
His mouth claimed yours in a messy, tongue filled kiss. You tasted the wildness of him. He tasted faintly like smoke, salt, and something else. It was uniquely him. Your own cries muffled as pleasure coiled tight once more. His hand cups your breast, thumb flicking your nipple, while the other braces beside your head, caging you in. The fire roars beside you, shadows flickering over your joined bodies, covered in sweat and straining.
You clenched around him, urging him on, and he buried himself deep inside, roaring as he erupted. Hot cum flooded you in thick spurts, painting your insides. The warmth spread deep as his body shuddered against yours. You shattered with him, a second orgasm ripping through you. Your walls milked every drop until he was spent. He collapsed half on top of you, both of you panting in the fire's glow.
He rolled to the side slowly, and pulled you into his chest. His arm draped heavy and possessive around your waist, and fur tickled your bare skin as you nestled closer. The fire popped softly as embers glowed like distant stars. The cave's warmth wrapped around you both, chasing away any lingering chill. Stickiness lingered between your thighs, a dirty reminder of your claiming, but his touch turned gentle. Clawed fingers stroked your hair in slow, soothing passes.
“Rest, my naughty girl”, he rumbled low in his chest like a purr, “You've been so good for me tonight”.
You sighed, content with your body lax against his. The steady beat of his heart made you feel secure. The world outside faded, leaving you with his heat, his scent, and the promise of more naughty nights in the depths of his domain.
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