This Collage Is Based On My Other's Friend Character From Our D&D Homebrew Campaign.

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My D&D character for my friend's first mini-campaign.

Khalte is a High Elf necromancer, ~150 years old. She was raised in a temple of Vel-shah-roon and has been studying necromancy since she was a teen (judging by Elven standards).

*dies from getting way too hrny* 😳🔥😵

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | (cw: age gap 25/41, nsfw, pure smutty smut, mdni)

König carries me the whole way to my apartment, his hands gripping my ass and thigh, subconsciously kneading them, while my head snuggles in the crook of his neck, my mouth coasting over the soft skin. The fingers of my right hand are tangled in his hair, resting at the back of his head scratching ever so slightly, while the other one strokes down his stomach, the keys in it jingling with every movement.

His fingertips dig deeper into the swell of my booty. "Stop it, you're killing my restraint.", he grunts and I just giggle.

We're already at my apartment door and honestly, I'm just glad we didn't run into any neighbors. He takes the keys from my hands and unlocks it, carrying me inside. Unfortunately, he does not yet know about my cat.

"Uah, what the fuck is this?!", he curses, as the kitty rubs against his legs, so he almost stumbles over her. I can't hold back a laugh while he carefully tries to not step on the cat's tail.

I slide out of his hold onto the floor and pick Mimi up. The small little black furball purrs against my face, butting heads with me as she tries to get her daily dose of cuddles in.

"You wanna hold her for a bit?", I ask, not waiting for an answer, just shoving her against his chest and his big hands grab the tiny kitty. I giggle to myself, taking off my shoes and heading to the kitchenette to get something to drink because I'm parched from the concert. And very sweaty and sticky from all the dancing and moshing.

When I return, I see that the little minx already has him wrapped around her little paw. He doesn't even look at me, totally enraptured by the little creature. She's currently snuggling into the crook of his neck, purring against the tall man.

Cockblocked – or rather pussyblocked – by my own cat. But I know how to change that.

"So, uh, you wanna take a shower?", I ask, with a wry grin. I've never seen anybody set down a cat quicker, König bending down quite a bit, not to just drop her onto the floor. When he straightens back up, his gaze is on me, burning into me, stripping me down with his eyes.

"I would like that.", he says, his voice a bit deeper than it was before.

My mouth falls open a bit at his lustful stare because it just got harder to breathe, and I just head to the bathroom to my right.

I unceremoniously pull my shirt over my head and drop my skirt to the floor before I pull off my bra and tights. I don't think about it too much, but at the same time I feel how he's staring at me, his gaze burning into me. Turning around I catch him, the mouth agape. The way his eyes skim over my body like a light touch, dwelling longer on certain spots. Dropping from my collarbone to my tits, further down to my stomach and my still clothed booty. He stalks closer and I take a little step back, so I still can look up at him without straining my neck.

He gets rid of his t-shirt as well, and my mouth goes dry. The tattoos from his arms span over his strong shoulders, huge pecs, one side adorned with a little ring in his nipple, the broad chest... he is obviously in very good shape which isn't surprising given his occupation.

But he also has a little pudge sitting at his waist and a bit of tummy. My god.

I have to will my fingers to stay at my side because all I wanna do is touch everything, run my hands over his torso, squeeze, cuddle – lick.

His long hair falls down over his shoulders, some strands coming down over his face, softly flowing over the muscles, the pecs, when he moves.

Dark hair peppers his chest and my eyes follow the happy trail down into his jeans, so clearly tented by his erection. A slight smirk plays on his lips while he pulls the zipper down and takes off his pants, not wearing anything underneath, so his dick springs free, hanging heavy in front of him, as the denim falls onto the floor. A sparkle of jewelry catches my eye, and I realize he has a piercing on his tip. I feel red hot blush color my cheeks while I take off my panties, like this is all just normal and chill. And I’m totally normal and chill.

And I try not to fucking stare. I mean I already felt it pressing against me. And I know how big he is. So, of course, his dick is huge as well. But my god, I don't think he will fit.

Before I can spend any more of my thoughts on his size, I hop into the shower that's usually very spacious. For me at least. When König joins, it gets crowded. But I don't care.

Our bodies press together, when I reach for the knob, turning on the shower, and the warm spray rains down on us. His arms wrap around my waist, and I can feel his dick pressing into my belly, softly rutting into the soft pillow, doing so almost subconsciously, while he leans down to kiss me.

"Damn, I planned on eating you out in here.", he whispers against my lips. "But I don't think I can even kneel down."

"I'm sorry, the other shower guests were never as big as you are.", I joke lightly, ignoring how him talking about eating me out made me feel, but when I see the expression on his face, I regret bringing up former partners. I mean, I don't want to think about his former partners right now either. But it's true nonetheless, in every kind of sense.

"Hm, seems like I need to kidnap you into my shower sometime...", he mutters, his hands roaming my body, fingers digging into me.

I can't suppress the little shiver rolling down my spine. He feels it and acknowledges it with a little "We don't need to do anything, okay?", still making sure I am okay with all of this.

I get on my tiptoes, holding onto his shoulders, pressing my body up against his. "But I want to.", I whisper before my lips crash into his.

Our touches get heated, care thrown out the window, desperate kisses and tangled limbs. He spins me around, his hands grabbing me, stroking down my sides, until they land on my hips, tilting them back ever so slightly. He grinds against me and I answer his testing advances, moving with him.

My palms are placed flush against the shower tiles, his front against my back. His lap presses against the swell of my ass, the tip of his dick slipping in between my thighs. I press them together around him as he pulls back a bit, then snaps his hips forward again.

His hands cover mine as he starts to slowly fuck my thighs, his dick stroking over my puffy folds, the hard length pressing against my clit, the head nudging against it with every pass.

Fuck. If that's just a little taste of how he plans to fuck me...

"Oh, you're so fucking tiny, Kleine, you're gonna be so fucking tight around me.", he growls against my temple, the words dousing me in hot arousal.

"I don't know if you're gonna fit.", I whisper, moving my ass back into him again, panting.

He hums, a light confident sound. "I'm gonna make it fit, don't worry." His lips find the sensitive spot on my neck while his hips roll against me, and I can feel the wetness between my legs that has nothing to do with the water flowing over us.

I'm getting all worked up, and he is as well, but he stops, pulling back, his harsh breath hitting the shell of my ear. "Come on, need to get you into bed.”, he says with a hint of mischief in his voice that makes me giggle.

I wait for him to leave the shower and step out, getting two fresh towels for us.

We're drying ourselves off quickly, our horniness making us hurry along, and when our gazes meet, we can't help but laugh. I hang up my towel and his as well, hurrying out the bathroom in the direction of the bedroom. He follows me with long strides, actually catching up to me and giving my booty a little spank. I squeal and jump onto the bed, crawling onto the soft sheets, turning around to look at him. He sits down next to me, the mattress dipping down under his weight, and before he can say anything, I pipe up: "I'm not on the pill, and I uh- didn't know your size.", feeling a little shy all of a sudden.

"Don't worry." he pulls me into him for a moment and puts a little kiss to the top of my head, like he actually wants to kiss the worries away, before he goes to grab his wallet from his jeans, pulling a condom out of it. "I brought some, even if I felt presumptuous at the time of putting them in there." A little grin plays round the corners of his mouth.

He puts the foil square right next to the bottle of lube I moved from inside the drawer of the bedside table to the top of it. Setting it aside for later.

König smirks at me, the little grin getting wider, as I look up at him, kind of waiting what he’s gonna do. He grips my ankle, pulling me to the edge of the mattress again, which makes me yelp and giggle, relaxing into the sheets after he positioned me how he wants me.

He kneels down in front of the bed, still being at eyelevel with me, and kisses me. His hands grab my waist, his fingers trailing down, kneading the flesh of my hips, digging into the swell of my ass. I hold onto him, feeling his strong shoulders and the soft hair underneath my fingertips, stroking gently, while I answer his kiss. My tongue against his, tasting me.

His mouth wanders from mine over my cheek, down to my neck. Hot, open-mouthed kisses, that make me pant. Moving onto the collarbone, kissing and sucking, until I'm sure he left a hickey. Kissing further down, which has me arching me back, so my tits pop out and his tongue licks over my nipple, a loud moan leaves my throat, spurring him on, his mouth closing around the pebbled tip.

The licking and soft sucking almost distracts me from his fingers dropping down between my legs. The fingertips stroke over my pussy, wet and needy, and we groan in unison as he dips into me for the first time. I clench around his finger, my hips moving of their own volition, searching for more friction, fucking myself onto his hand. Desperate for more.

He softly bites my nipple, the stinging sensation pulling another hoarse moan from my lips, while he adds another finger. My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him into me, while he caresses the other boob, his digits moving inside me. He moves down, kissing down, and I slowly fall back onto the bed. Kisses on my tummy, my hips, the soft mound over my pussy. He pulls his fingers out of me and pushes my legs back, still hovering over me. His gaze wanders from my sex to my face, our eyes meeting, and I almost feel like he’s waiting. I’m desperate, needy, his touches left me panting, and a little “please” from me is all it takes.

My knees are up against my chest, as he dives into my pussy, licking and sucking, hungrily lapping up the wetness. An “Oh fuck” drops from my lips, little mewls and moans following, and I squirm against his face.

I feel the light scratches from his stubble, the sensation of it against my sensitive skin sending shivers over my body, my hips violently jerking against his mouth. He licks up and down, nibbling, sucking, his hand spreading me for him, and I don’t think I’ve had anybody ever shamelessly eat me out like that. I can’t help it, but my fingers tangle in his hair again, the soft locks that I felt underneath my fingertips when I was sitting on his shoulders at the concert, now that his head is between my legs again for so vastly different reasons.

He doesn’t complain, humming ever so slightly, a satisfied little noise, when I pull at his roots, wanting more, wanting him even closer.

His hand wanders up my body until it reaches my chin, clasping around my neck. The breath halts in my throat, as his fingers squeeze lightly and his tongue dips into me. His thumb moves over my lips, pushing between my teeth. I lick and suck instinctively, like I would another part of him. He growls lightly at how I’m sucking his digit off, a sound that vibrates against my wetness, and I almost cum.

His mouth latches onto my clit, sucking hard, and with a loud moan my orgasm crashes over me. His fingers push into me again, the added sensation prolonging the waves of arousal washing over me. My thighs push together in an effort to make his teasing touches stop, but he doesn’t until it subsides, and I slump down.

He gets up from the floor and climbs onto the bed, positioning me in front of him, my legs spread over his thighs. I feel exposed, lying before him like that, my pussy on full display. He reaches for the condom and the lube, opening the foil packet with his teeth and rolling the rubber down on his length, the latex stretching to his size easily. I watch him, his dick resting against my stomach as he puts some lube on his hand. It still seems very big, to be honest. He sees the little skeptic expression on my face, and a cocky smirk stalks on his lips, while he spreads the lube on the condom and positions himself at my entrance.

“If it hurts, just tell me, okay?”, he says, the deep voice soft. “I don’t want you to hurt.”

I nod. “Yes.”, anticipating the feeling that floods me as soon as his dick presses into me.

Pushing into me, stretching me, while his thumb softly rubs my clit.

Rutting back and forth slowly, until the combined wetness from the lube and my pussy is coating his whole length.

He buries himself deep inside me, until he bottoms me out. I clench around his length, which makes his eyes roll back, a low grunt falling from his lips. A little choked sound escapes me. Feeling so full, I think I might burst.

Well, he said, he would make it fit.

He bends forward, fitting right between my thighs, placing a little kiss on my lips. He pulls back a bit, his gaze intently on my face, as he starts to fuck me, low and slow.

His long hair falls down like a cascade, the tips grazing over my neck and boobs, as he fucks me slowly, still letting me adjust to his length. My back arches and my lids get heavy from the intense pleasure of the deep pushes into me.

"Look at me, look at me." He grabs my cheeks with his hand. I will my eyes to stay open, focused on his face, our gazes interlocked, when he moves his hips oh so sweetly. It’s different from how I imagined it would be.

I can feel how he’s holding back. And I can see the hunger in his eyes as he straightens back up, his gaze moving down my body, taking in my titties that bounce slightly and the spot where we are connected.

But I also can feel his restraint slipping with every push of his dick into my wetness.

“Can I fuck you harder? Please.”, he begs, his voice dropping, his hands grabbing me again.

I reach out until my fingertips touch his hips, stroking over the soft skin. "Do it. I already told you, I don't break that easily.", I answer, whispering. And that’s all the encouragement he needs.

He starts to fuck me – really fuck me – rolling his hips into my lap. He pulls my legs back and up, so they rest against his shoulders. And who would have known? They really are very good legrests. I mean, my legs aren’t really resting on them, my feet dangling up over them, the size difference really obvious right now. But I don’t have any time to dwell on that thought, with the way he’s fucking me right now.

It’s even more intense like that, with my legs up in the air like that, and I can really feel his whole length inside me, reaching so fucking deep. Incoherent curses and a lot of “yes” is all I’m able to articulate.

His dick pistoning in and out of me, his large hands gripping my thighs, pulling me into him at his rhythm. The swell of my ass colliding with his thighs, the sound of skin slapping against skin, our intermingled moans and sighs.

This is much more how I thought it would be. Him throwing me around like he wants to, me getting my brains fucked out, taking everything he’s giving me.

My back arches of his own volition, my hands trying to hold onto to something, tangling in the sheets beneath me. He pushes into me hard and deep, and my thighs start to shake.

"Yes, fuck, come for me, Liebes.", he grunts, the words almost an order. One I cannot refuse. I cum on his dick, and he just keeps on fucking me, dragging it out, stroking over my clit with his thumb.

He doesn't even let my orgasm fully pass before he drops my legs and flips me onto my front. Pulling up my hips a bit, he fucks into me. My hands fist the sheets, holding onto them, not to get shoved forward, my face is pressed into the pillow, my moans getting swallowed up by it.

The sounds of his grunts and my moans intermingle, filling my little bedroom, the whole bed shaking, softly thudding against the wall.

The different angle is getting me worked up in no time, his lap colliding with my ass over and over again, skin slapping against skin. His fingers are digging into the supple flesh of my cheeks, holding onto them.

“You feel so good, fuck.”, he praises me, accompanied by a delicious little groan, and I can feel the words as a tingle up my spine.

His other hand is splayed out on my back, pressing me into the mattress, while he fucks me deep and fast, and I’m just so fucking full. I can feel the wetness drip out of me with every push inside, leaving a mess on his lap.

I turn my head to the side, trying to look at him, while he does me like this. I can see his long dark hair whipping back and forth, with every snap of his hips. I reach my hand back, looking to connect, and he takes it, interlocking his fingers with mine, while his dick is making me lose my mind again. The third orgasm hits me unexpectedly, and I clench around him, squeezing him tightly, his name as a soft sigh on my lips. “König-“

That seems to do it for him as well.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck.", he curses, moaning deeply, the strokes getting sloppy, then he cums inside me, the condom as a barrier in between.

As soon as he catches himself, he pulls back out and turns me around again, snuggling himself on top of me. My breath goes raggedly, my chest expanding wide, I’m still reeling from the sex. But my god. The way he’s holding me now, looking at me. The softness in contrast to the hard fucking before. It’s almost too much.

His eyes are searching my face, a hint of worry in them. "Are you okay?", he asks softly, panting just a tiny bit, a slight red blush on his cheeks. I nod, still finding my ability to speak properly. "Good.", he says, seeming a little relieved, and he slumps down next to me, pulling me against his chest. We stay like that for a few moments, skin against skin, relishing the feeling of our embrace. Post-orgasm bliss is the stuff of sappy rom-coms, not of real life hook-ups. Or so I thought.

"Back in a second.", he mumbles against my temple and gets up. He straightens up, ridiculously tall next to my bed. He heads out the bedroom and my eyes follow the sway of his hips, his delicious booty on full display, his hair swaying with every step, reminding me of how it whipped back and forth while he was fucking me.

I hear the snap of rubber, fumbling with cabinet doors and the running of water.

He comes back, having gotten rid of the condom, a glass of water and a wet cloth in his hands. He sits beside me on the mattress. "Here, drink a little bit.", he says holding the glass up to my face. I sit up a little bit more, grab it and take a few gulps. I didn't even realise how dry my throat had gotten.

He strokes down my left leg, softly spreading me and then starts to clean me up with the cloth, the warm water washing away the lube and my arousal. We just sit there in the little silence that's only filled by our quiet breaths, my little sips of water and the noises of washcloth against skin. And for a moment I fear that I might get shy now, but the serious yet calm expression on his face, while he washes me, grounds me. Because he just acts like this is the most normal thing to do. When he's done and I've drank all of the water, he puts the glass and the washcloth on the little bedside table and climbs into bed again.

He scoops me up and pulls the blanket over us, covering our naked bodies. "You don't know what you were doing to me in that little outfit of yours.", he whispers into my hair, pressing soft kisses onto it.

I sigh for a moment, my eyes turning down. "Yeah, I really like it too.", I say, the smile on my face staying on despite the little pang I feel in my chest.

He scoots down, coming face to face with me. "Hm, what's going on?", he asks me, whispering softly.

"Just thank you for taking me to the concert today, okay? I don't think I would have had the courage to go alone, even less so wearing a skirt.", I answer timidly, not able to look into his eyes.

"You are very welcome, it was my pleasure.", he says, pressing a kiss to each of my cheeks and then one to my lips. It's soft and sweet, so different from all the other kisses we shared this evening. "Thank you as well, today was my first concert in at least 15 years or so. And it was a lot of fun."

"Then you're welcome as well. Old man.", I say, the teasing making me smile at him.

He chuckles. "You're a cute little thing, you know that?"

I shoot him a look, trying look mad and intimidating, but the amused expression on his face is telling me that I’m not succeeding at that. "I'm neither cute nor little."

"Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that.", he teases me back, then he gets serious again. "Do you want me to go?", he asks, searching my eyes.

I shake my head, my hands roaming his body, softly stroking and squeezing. "No, you can stay the night.", I say lightly. "If you want to."

"Good, cause I do.", he answers, pulling me into him, squeezing me against his broad chest, his big arm lying on my back, the fingers softly digging into my ass. My cheek snuggles against his pec, while I play with the strands of his hair, feeling how I get calmer and sleepier in his embrace.

"Quick question.", he pipes up and the mischief in his voice lets me perk up. "Have you ever been woken up by getting eaten out?"

I give him the full sideeye while I slowly shake my head. The devilish grin turning up his mouth makes him look like he's already thinking about it and in his mind, it is fucking delicious.

"Would you like to try it out?"

The expression on my face doesn't change as I try to mask the wave of arousal washing over me from those words alone. Enticing and just a little bit kinky, and nobody ever offered to do that to me before. "Yes.", I answer, not able to suppress the little breathiness in my voice.

He chuckles, pressing another kiss to my lips, nuzzling into the crook of my neck. “Then I guess, you’ll have to go to sleep soon…”

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About me in a few words 🥞

She/her, identify as agender though. Pansexual, polyamorous, 22 years old.

I'm into BD/SM (sub). I have way too many kinks to list them here but if you ask me I'll answer 💅🏻

I love foreign languages (parlo l'italiano 🇮🇹, talar svenska 🇸🇪), Scandinavia in general, playing the guitar. And my another biggest passion is playing tabletop RPGs (especially D&D and Vampire the Masquerade).

I really like The Elder Scrolls (Skyrim specifically), Star Trek TOS (1960-s, yeah), Tarantino films, heavy music and many other things.

This blog is 18+ since I may go kinky and dirty.

I'm an easy-going and open-minded person, I'm here to follow my friends (all 2 of them), meet new people and exploring somthing new.

Live long and prosper 🖖🌈

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Have a very Krampus Christmas!

Hallmark Christmas Movie meets kinky Monster Fucking in this holiday installment of König AU content

non-con to dub-con, MDNI, 18+

more CWs: kidnapping, BDSM, impact play, bondage, pure smutty monster fucking (He has claws, so kind of knife kink vibes as well - and a long tongue *wink wink*)

What if Krampus was real? But he surely can't be! I have been studying folklore monsters and legends from all over the world, and I never laid eyes on any of them. So, when I take a trip to the Austrian alps over Christmas trying to get away from any family celebrations, I don't actually expect to run into him, let alone become his new plaything. Because he needs to show me that he indeed is very real...

a/n: This is an idea I had for Christmas time, taking some of the tropes surrounding Hallmark Movies and combining them with some Austrian folklore (I added some links to explain some stuff!) and our favourite Austrian Big Boy. Non-con/dub-con elements due to the "getting kidnapped (and punished) by a monster" side of the plot.

Read under the cut or on AO3 (7.2k words)

I don't know what the fuck I was thinking when I booked my Christmas holiday in the Austrian alps.

I mean, I know what I was thinking when I saw the ad for this perfect little cozy retreat in the middle of nowhere. In one of my favourite countries that I have never visited before.

The pictures of the mountains, the sun glistening on the snowy slopes, trees peeking through. The little cabins, almost snowed in, the petite village down the hill lit up by Christmassy decorations, small stalls selling baked goods and local specialties, like Glühwein, Kletznbrot and Vanillekipferl.

It all seemed much more appealing than driving home to my family, the big Christmas party with my parents, aunts and uncles, everybody's partners and their children and me in between.

The family weirdo, the only one that moved to another state to study at university, who made her passion for the occult and folklore her job, working at the history department as the specialist for everything about old legends, folk stories and everything in between. Whose job is more important to her than anything else. Who's the only one without a partner and children. The designated kooky aunt. And I'm only turning 30 next year.

My nieces and nephews adore me because I always tell them the most obscure stories I would hear and read about, of the weirdest terrifying creatures that were said to roam the earth, from the chupacabra, the yeti and the wendigo to - especially at Christmas - the Austrian Krampus.

The latter being yet another good reason to travel to the country.

So I booked the trip, packed my bags, told my family they had to celebrate without me and flew to the other side of the ocean, reading up on the local folklore, getting excited for the quiet and relaxed days to come.

Now that I'm standing in the little wood cabin, my breath forming clouds in the coldness around me, I'm not so sure anymore. I sigh which only forms bigger clouds around me and look around. Seems like there only is a fireplace to heat up the room, but there's no fire in it. And no firewood.

I sigh again, leave my suitcase and head back out, pulling my scarf tighter, because it's even colder outside.

I go in the direction of the little house in the middle of the resort where the reception and everything is. I approach it when I hear the loud noise of metal into wood and on the right left side, a few meters into the forest, there's a logging site. And there's a guy chopping wood, lifting the axe over his head and then bringing it down on the log.

The snow under my boots crunches as I come closer. "Excuse me.", I pipe up and the guy throws down the axe, so it gets stuck in the chopping block.

He turns to me. "Yes?"

When I look him up and down, I finally get what they mean with "ruggedly handsome". Strong arms, broad shoulders that even show in the thick flannel shirt he's wearing. Long dark hair that's put into a messy bun. A serious face with a crooked nose, a strong jaw and a stubble.

And ridiculously tall. Ridiculous. What do they eat in Austria to get that tall?

I clear my throat, ignoring how the man in front of me is obviously very attractive (also - chopping wood like that? Ugh) and start to explain: "Uh, I just wanted to ask uh, because the cabin is cold, uh with the fireplace-"

Great, apparently my eloquence goes out the window as soon as I talk to a man. An attractive one at that, but still.

The corners of his mouth tip up, even from a few meters away, I can see how the grin transforms his face. I groan inwardly, smiling back hesitatingly.

"Yes, those logs are for your cabin, ma'am.", he answers, the voice loud and friendly. He has a singsongy tone while speaking English that I've already heard from other Austrian people.

"Oh, ah, thank you, that's very nice of you.", I say.

"Of course! If you would be so kind and help me carry a few of those, I can show you how to get the fire started asap.", he waves me over.

I come closer, taking some of the logs he hands me. Standing next to him it's even clearer how freakishly tall he is, surely way over 6 feet tall.

We make our way back to my little cabin, he is carrying at least thrice the logs I have in front of me.

"You must be Mrs. Miller, right? This cabin is yours?", he asks gesturing in the direction of the little building that the receptionist showed me.

"It's Miss, and uh yeah, that's mine.", I answer not really sure why I felt the need to clarify that I'm not a Mrs. "And you are...?"

We're at the cabin and I open up the door, slipping in first and then turning around as he ducks his head to fit through the frame.

Now it's his turn to get seemingly a little nervous. "Oh, scheiße, my bad, I didn't even introduce myself. I'm König, the son of the owner.", he says, setting the firewood down on the little rack, and extends his hand to shake mine. I take it, feeling the strong hand, the calloused palm, but still gentle enough not to squish me.

The owner's son, huh?

"König, like king in German?", I ask which earns me a surprised look on his face.

"Exactly.", he says, letting go of my hand and kneeling down to get the fire started. "So, you speak German?"

I shake my head. "Not really, just a few words. You know, those words you stumble over as a historian, like 'kaiserlich und königlich' - oh, I'm sure I butchered the pronunciation."

He grinned up at me while he stacked the logs in the fireplace, making sure they're all evenly spaced out. "No, you're fine. So, what does an American historian do in Austria over the Christmas holidays?", he enquires. "If you don't mind me asking."

"Honestly? I just needed a few days away from everything.", I explain. "And sometimes celebrating with your big extended family is not really a vacation."

He laughs, a deep full sound, that makes my stomach jump because damn, even that is way too attractive.

"I can understand that.", he says. "Most people come to the resort after the holidays, to also go skiing, but we do have some people staying over Christmas, like you." He gestures me to hand him the matchbox and some newspaper sheets.

"So, yeah, I'm just gonna relax for a few days, go on some walks in the idyllic countryside, and get to know some local traditions rather than explaining to my mom why I don't have a boyfriend." I almost bite my tongue because I really could have chosen any other example. Especially when I see the amused look he shoots me.

Laying it on thick, Missy. I reprimand myself. Leave the poor man be, I bet with his looks he has every second woman coming to the resort - single or not - flirt with him.

The fire is burning now, the little flames licking at the wooden logs, and he straightens back up. Now I have to tilt my head back to keep looking at him.

"Why did you come to Austria then?", he continues. "There are many places with beautiful scenery and local history to visit."

"Well, actually I'm a historian for everything folklore and occult, and the need to shoo away evil spirits with scary looking creatures always fascinated me, so Krampus was a big plus as well.", I explain.

His brows shoot up in surprise, something I'm used to by know, whenever I tell someone about my job and interest.

"Oh, that's quite unusual.", he comments, a sly smile on his face."So, you already know everything about the Perchten and Krampus?" The way he rolls the R and pronounces the ch, damn. The harsh German words in between the English sentences are something else.

"Well, I don't know everything, but I know of them. Krampus is actually one of the favourite stories of my nephews and nieces.”, I tell him.

“Oh really?”, a grin lights up his face. “Isn’t that too scary for them?”

“Not at all.”, I laugh. “It may be a bit scary, but after all it’s just a story, right?”

"Right. Well, if you're interested in some more of the folk legends and history around Christmas, we have a small little museum with a bunch of Krippen (nativity scenes), but also knowledge about the pre-Christian folklore. And - we actually have a Perchtenlauf tomorrow, if you're up for that.", he tells me.

"Oh really?!", I almost yell, getting excited now. "Oh, I have to look at that for sure. Thanks for telling me!"

He waves it off. "Ah, no problem. - And who knows, you might get a little glimpse of the real Krampus?", he jokes, a certain aura of something I can't quite pinpoint in his eyes.

I laugh and shake my head. "No, I don't think I will. You know, him not being real and all?"

He joins my laughter, but at the same time shrugs his shoulders, tilting his head to the side.

"Because he's just a legend.", I reiterate. "And I've never met one of those in all of my years of studying them."

"Who knows...", he trails off ominously, still laughing as he waves and leaves my cabin.

Kind of endearing that the locals still believe their own folklore tales.

The little town down the hill is as cozy and cute as the pictures made it out to be. I looked at all the goodies and thingamajigs at the stalls, tried everything there was to eat and drink, my belly revolting against all the sugar I ingested. I talked to the people in the stalls, those who could speak English at least, bombarding them with questions about what they were selling and this and that about the history of the little town and all of the traditions they were celebrating. Being the exemplary American tourist I truly was inside. Maybe I should have asked König to come with me, to work as a translator, to show me around.

But when I saw him shortly this morning and he gave me a friendly look, his eyes sparkling with something I couldn’t quite read, all of my fervor left me, and I couldn’t bring myself to even approach him. I sigh when I think about it now. But well, whatever. I’m here to spend some time relaxing in the Austrian alps, not shacking up with the son of the owner of the resort I was staying at. (Even though he looks like a tall tree waiting to be climbed)

My nose is already red and frozen, but the rest of my body is still warm and snug, tightly packed into a thick parka, knit mittens on my hands, a scarf around my neck and a way too big beanie on my head. Not winning any beauty contests with that, but that’s not the point either.

With another Glühwein in my hand I wait for the Perchtenlauf to start and even though I know what to expect in general, I’m surprised what I see. Small children sitting on their parent’s shoulders, grandparents chatting to their teenage grandchildren. People of all ages waiting with me.

The little parade starts and different kinds of demonic goat-looking Krampus-like creatures roam the streets, trying to scare the people behind the barricades. They are backing off in return, bumping into each other and into me.

I take a few steps back, getting my mulled wine to safety before any more can be spilled, and watch the Perchten from afar. All the different shapes and sizes of them, in darker or lighter fur, with different horns, different rods, different masks, some a bit scarier than the others. And every single one of them just having fun running around like this, trying to scare and hit people.

After I finish the drink, I dare to come closer again. My god, people getting flogged by fur-clothed creatures in masks in the middle of the street sure seems kinky to the foreign mind. They all don’t seem to bat an eye.

It’s all good fun, laughter intermingling with the screams when some of them come too close. More than one teenager tries to pick a fight with one of the Perchten, almost always losing to them, getting hit with the birch rods for it.

One of them comes closer to me, the mask a scary looking face with big teeth, a long tongue and glowing red eyes. They stalk closer and closer until they reach me, pushing against the barricades to get to me. A damped down voice resounds from the mask, but I don’t understand anything anyway because they’re talking in German – and then they start to hit my calves with the rod in their hand. I yelp, more surprised at the sudden sensations than really scared. I start to laugh and they join me, hitting me one more time, this time a little harder, then giving me a little wave and stalking off again.

I shake my head, a grin forming on my face. Nobody’s gonna believe me when I tell them about my little winter vacation back home.

I finally made it back to my little cabin after a long day in the village, the last climb to the resort made me pant and huff. A lot. God damn it, I’m out of shape.

I cooked myself a nice hearty stew, ate the hot meal to warm myself up and then I bundled up in front of the fireplace with a book in my hands and a mug of tea. And the stories about "Österreichische Sagen" (Austrian Folk Tales) are fascinating, yet it doesn’t take long until the letters start dancing in front of my eyes, and a sleepy drowsy feeling comes over me.

The room is only lighted by the flames flickering in the fireplace and I almost feel like I'm drifting away into sleep when all of a sudden the door swings open with a bang. I startle, a small scream escaping me, from the sound alone. But my head whips to the side, looking around what happened, panicked as I feel the cold gust of wind blow through the cabin.

My eyes widen in shock, any more screams getting stuck in my throat, at the sight in front of me. The creature fills the whole doorframe, looking like the Perchten I saw a few hours before, only bigger and fucking scarier. Broad hairy shoulders are spanning from one side of the door to the other. Long arms with clawed hands holding it open. A dark black hood hides the face of the creature, but the eyes - glowing red - protrude out from the mask. Horns of a ram, long and coiled, adorn the head, almost grazing the roof of the cabin.

Even with the mask, I know what or rather who this is - Krampus. Fear licks up my spine and I scramble to get up from the couch. "No, no, no, that can't be.", I whisper to myself in panic, looking around to find somewhere to escape to, but there is nowhere to go.

The creature comes closer, taking long strides with the fur-clothed legs, hoofs clomping on the floor. Chains around the hips that drag over the floor, the sound stoking my fear.

This can't be real. It has to be a practical joke - or maybe I did fall asleep, and this is all a dream. I'm still backing off, frantically shaking my head, the creature almost standing right in front of me now, until my body is backed into the wall.

My breath is going hard and rugged, and I'm starting to hyperventilate, when he grabs me, the big, clawed hands pulling me against the broad hairy chest as I wail and try to free myself from his hold on me, but it doesn't work. "No please.", I wine, the screams and flailing of my arms not doing anything, not strong enough to fight the demon looking Krampus and no people around to hear my cries. His eyes stare me down and I feel their pull as much as they terrify me at the same time.

I slump down, my strength leaving me, and the last thing I'm aware of is Krampus setting down the big basket on his back, the one he uses to carry the naughty children, then my vision fades to black.

When I wake up again, I don't know where I am.

I barely know who I am.

I sit up trying to collect my thoughts when I feel cold metal scrape against my ass. My naked ass.

I'm butt naked in a cage. The only thing on my body is a tight sitting something around my neck. My hands find it, exploring it, and it seems to be out of leather, tightly secured with nowhere to open it, and a metal ring in the front.

Almost like a dog's collar.

And even though I'm naked, I'm not freezing the slightest, the light chill against my skin from the metal cage not the main reason why I'm shivering.

I come closer to the bars of the cage, looking around.

It looks like I'm in a shed, a tall wooden one with a gate, but not just any normal shed, oh no.

All kinds of whips, floggers, masks, gags and handcuffs hang on the walls, as a decorative display of sexually stimulating gadgets, and a row of furniture-esque playthings stand about the whole room. A rather normal looking bed, albeit huge with a canopy, a throne with chains hanging over it, a sex swing, a cross on the wall, and as the center piece a bench with arm and leg rests, for a person to lie on, their front against the leather covered material, with easy access to head and behind.

Everything decorated in even more hardcore sex paraphernalia.

And don't forget the cage I'm currently sitting in. Naked. Taking everything in I can't help the panicky laugh that escapes me. Because this is just ridiculous.

Looks like the fucking Krampus is into fucking BDSM.

"Good morning, Dornröschen.", a dark voice booms through the shed. A voice that doesn't belong to a man, to anything human.

The fur-covered legs are the first thing I see of him, he's crouching down to come face to face with me.

The glowy red eyes intensively stare at me through the hood, the black fabric concealing the rest of his face. His gaze rests on me, almost with a hypnotic pull, a weirdly soothing feeling washing over me. And I get that I should be much more scared than I am - given the current situation - but I can't bring myself to scream again, when he opens the cage door, and his clawed hand reaches for the collar around my neck. He pulls at it, pulling me out of the cage and into him.

As I'm getting up, he lets go of it for just a moment and I take the chance to make a run for it.

A foolish attempt, because I don't even manage to reach the tall gate on the end of the shed, before his long arms snake around me, securing me. "Oh no, don't even think about it.", his demonic voice grunts into my ear. "You're mine tonight."

He lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder.

"Stupid Gör, trying to run from me. Oh, I'm gonna punish you for that.", he grumbles, his hand coming down on my naked ass. I yelp at the slap, a flurry of pleading "please" dropping from my mouth.

He carries me over to the bench I was looking at before and sets me down on it, my front hitting the leather covered plane hard. Air gets knocked out of my lungs. He's quick to secure my arms and legs to the rests on the bench, so I can't escape anymore.

Being strapped to it like that, I can't see what he's doing anymore, my head turning from left to right while I hear him fumbling around with something in the background.

He approaches the bench again, the hoofs scraping over the ground until he stops, and the anticipation is deafening. Only my panicky breaths cut through the silence until some kind of whip resounds in the air, coming down on the plump flesh of my ass, and a scream from my throat follows.

"Tell me, what kind of whip does Krampus use to punish the naughty and disobedient?", he asks me, almost sounding like a teacher questioning a student. At first, I don't even react, still reeling from the sting in my asscheek, the pain hot and pulsating. He hits me again, my body convulsing.

"Answer me.", he mutters, stroking over the sensitive skin with whatever he's hitting me.

"A birch rod.", I answer, my voice hoarse and panicked.

Instead of confirming or denying my answer, the rod leaves another streak on my cheek, the skin surely red by now.

"But I wasn't even naughty!", I plead, referring to Krampus punishing the naughty and disobedient, straining against the chains that secured me to the bench, and his birch rod comes down again. I whimper.

"Oh, I know, you're a very good girl, aren't you?", he drawls, the demonic voice almost purring. "Almost too good, hm?"

He hits me again. The sting in my ass is making me squirm against the leather and even though I'm currently strapped to a bench in a sex dungeon shed in the middle of nowhere in Austria getting flogged by fucking Krampus, I can't help but feel the pleasure through the pain he's inducing.

Especially after he called me a good girl.

And the realization douses me in ice-cold shame, my spine going rigid, even before he hits me another time with the rod.

"Then why me?", I whisper.

I hear his steps coming closer to my head, until he stands right in front of me, leaning down, coming face to face with me. He grabs my chin, so I can't look away, his hot glowing eyes staring into mine.

"Because I couldn't believe that the stupid, but oh so cute American folklore historian thought I wasn't real.", he says, and my eyes widen as I take in his words. And the suspicions I already had about him got confirmed. The ridiculously tall stature and the light Austrian singsong in his words, although his voice is much more demonic now, are the only real clues, because the rest of him looks so different and his face is covered. But it's him. I’m sure.

"So, I plan on showing her just how real I am and leave her with the marks to prove it.", he continues. Talking about 'her' like he doesn't mean me right in front of him.

He leans forward, coming even closer and I try to back off, but I can't, so I just see in the corner of my eyes how he lifts the hood, latching onto my shoulder, a little bite that makes me yelp, to showcase what kind of marks he's talking about.

He pulls back, and I see the hint of a devilish grin and the tip of a tongue before the hood falls back over his face again.

"But, but, but I don't understand.", I whine again.

"I think I've heard enough from you right now.", he says assertively, and before I can register it, he put a gag in my mouth, securing it behind my head.

He moves to the other end of the bench again, his claws stroking down my spine, the sharp edges against my soft skin stoking the fear that has me shivering against the leather underneath me, but at the same time sends zaps of pleasure to my core.

The sounds I'm making get muffled by the hard silicone-covered ball in my mouth, the restriction on my breathing making me even more panicked. And turned on at the same time.

His hand slides over my ass, the sharp claws drawing little lines on the plush skin. The sensation is foreign and... exciting.

The fingers drop down between my cheeks, until they find my treacherous wet pussy.

"Oh, Liebes, you are fucking soaked.", he coos, playing with my clit, flicking against it with the claw, pressing on it with his rough fingertips.

And I feel how the little touches are making me even wetter. I squirm against his fingers, almost needy, almost searching for more friction.

He chuckles, a sound that sends shivers down my spine. "Someone's eager, huh?"

I shake myself, having a hard time coming to terms with it. My head is still trying to catch up with what my body already knows, the horny little thing.

His fingers are slipping into me, and my spine goes rigid as I expect the claws to scrape my insides, but I only feel the digits stretching me. The claws seemingly gone.

"Tiny little thing you are.", he coos, spreading his fingers inside me. "And I don't want to break you." The stretch inside me intensifies as he tries to push in another finger and I mewl, my nails digging into the leather arm rest. "Hmm, well, maybe a little.", he chuckles darkly.

The rod comes down on my ass again, the sudden pain making me jump, moving his fingers inside me, and the sound I make around the gag is something muffled between a scream and moan. He works me open with his fingers while he keeps flogging me, the sensations making me dizzy, panting against the gag in my mouth, straining against the chains that hold me down, until he stops.

"So fesch, so pretty, how your ass turns red for me.", he praises me, the words registering in my mind as I go limp and rest my face against the cool leather. It's short lived because suddenly I feel his teeth digging into the swell of my ass. He's biting me while his fingers work themselves in and out of me at a brutal pace. My mind can't keep up anymore, but I feel my body become pliable, my thoughts hazy and my pussy wetter and needier.

He pulls his digits out of me, and I whimper at the loss of fullness, but that doesn't last long. His hands grip my hips, the hold almost bruising, and then I feel his tip against my entrance, pushing once with punishing force.

Krampus doesn't give me long to adjust myself to his size, he just starts fucking me. The whole bench shakes with every push of his dick into me, skin slapping against skin hard, the sounds filling the room, intermingled with my desperate muffled mewls and moans.

"Fuck, you feel even better than I imagined.", he grunts. "Taking me deep like a good little whore."

His words cut through the hazy pleasure. Deep indeed. Hard and brutal as well. And I don't think anybody has ever called me a whore while fucking me. But then again, I've also never been strapped to a bench like this, never ballgagged, never flogged. Never fucked by Krampus.

He keeps up the punishing pace and I can feel the waves of arousal growing. Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum. I want to say it out loud, tell him, but with the ballgag I can only produce incoherent ramblings. My thighs start to shake uncontrollably, and when he hits the sensitive spot inside me again, hard, I cum on his dick, my body shaking and pulling on the restraints.

He doesn't fucking stop, fucking me through my orgasm. "Oh, what a little slut.", he chuckles, then the next thing I hear is him spitting and I feel wetness running down between my cheeks.

His fingers spread the saliva on my other hole, dipping into it, stretching me out, at first just one, then two digits. Pushing in as deep as they can reach.

I feel like I'm gonna burst, full of his dick and his fingers, fucking me in unison, the stretch being way too intense. "You swallow me up so nicely.", he praises me, filling me deep and hard.

If I could have said something, I would've cursed him out. Even if he would have punished me for it. How am I supposed to go back to my boring life as a folklore historian who goes on dates maybe five times a year and gets laid like - never? Whose only reason for taking the pill is to combat her terrible period pains? Whose most adventurous sexual experience was a bad quickie in the back of a car?

Not an unwitting participant in Krampus' punishment of the disobedient and naughty that's already stoking my second orgasm. Not being a submissive plaything that's forced to take everything. Not me actually enjoying this, even though my body can barely keep up and the pain is radiating through my core. The pleasure coursing through me is even more intense.

I feel his hand snaking around my thigh until he reaches my clit, and when he flicks it with his claw, I come undone, pulsing around him, screaming into the ballgag until I can't scream anymore and almost feel like fainting.

He pulls back, pulling his dick and fingers out of me, the intense stretch gone in an instant, and I finally feel like I can breathe again.

His hoofs clomp on the floor as he makes his way to my head, his shadow looming over me first, before his huge stature appears in front of me.

My eyes widen as I take in his dick, long, thick, hanging heavy in front of him. Glistening with my juices. A bit of precum dripping down when he positions it in front of me.

My god, that was inside me? Holy hell.

"Mmh, is your mouth as hot and tight as your other holes, huh?", he teases me, finally pulling the gag from my mouth, and I take in a big breath of air. My jaw hurts from being pushed open like that, the muscles still tense.

"Please..." is all I say, and I don't even know what I'm pleading for. For him to let me go or to fuck my mouth?

He doesn't hesitate, taking the chance to bully his cock into my mouth, my lips closing around the girth.

"Taste yourself on my cock, hm? I bet you taste fucking divine.", he grunts teasingly, pushing himself deeper until I gag around him.

I can't take much of him, not even in this position. I lap at his tip when he pulls back again, tasting his pre-cum on my tongue, before he starts to fuck my mouth. Shallow pushes of his hips that still make my eyes water and tears run down my cheeks.

"Fuck, so fucking pretty.", he growls, gripping my hair. He moves me to his rhythm as far as the restraints on my limbs allow it, the eyes fixed on my face.

I look up at him, tears blurring my vision, sticking out my tongue to make room for more of him, violently gagging when he pushes deeper into my throat.

"You squeeze me so tight, whore.", he mumbles, the degradation making me moan around his thick length, my eyes rolling back, everything getting hazier.

"Oh, you like that, huh?", he chuckles, a satisfied little sound. "Then take it, take more of me, slut."

He lifts his hood a little bit and spits in my face, the little dollop of saliva dropping down on his dick, and he feeds me his spit with the next push of his hips.

It doesn't take long until he cums in my mouth, shooting his arousal down my throat, groaning loudly, and I swallow everything down. He pulls back, his cock leaving my throat hoarse and used. I lick my lips, still tasting him, lapping up every little drop that got spilled.

He crouches down again, his red eyes finding mine, and I could have sworn, he's wearing a satisfied grin underneath the mask. His hand cups my cheek, softly wiping away the tears, while he kisses the other side of my face through the hood, leaving stains of wetness on the fabric.

"I need to fuck you again.", he grumbles, the dark voice sending another shiver over my body, but I don't know if I have another round in me. My muscles hurting, my pussy sore. My mind reeling from everything we've done so far, everything he's done to me.

He unchains me, first my hands, then my feet, and this time I don't even try to run, I can't, my legs wouldn't support me. I just let him do as he pleases.

He lifts me and carries me over to the throne like seat, placing me onto it, spreading my legs over the armrests. He raises my wrists over my head, snapping handcuffs on them and pulling me up by them, until I'm half-suspended in the air over the throne. Spread out for him.

He comes closer, kneeling before me on the seat of the throne. His hands grab my waist, lining me up, the tip nudging against my wet abused entrance, and I can't rip my eyes away from the point where we are connected, as he slowly fills me up.

The first rounds were punishing, brutal and almost impersonal, with him standing behind my body that was strapped to the bench. This however seems like he wants me to know, to see that it's him fucking me. The pace isn't less wild, his dick stretching me open, my legs spread wide to accommodate his hips between my thighs, his lap colliding with mine with full force. My gaze is fixed on him, the unusual sight of him keeping me somewhat grounded. This is happening, this is still fucking happening.

He’s pulling me into him, the sound of the chains over my head intermingling with my desperate cries and moans, not damped down by any gags. I look up at him, only able to take what he gives me, and with a mumbled "fuck fuck fuck, gonna cum", I clench on his dick, squeezing him hard, harder than the first times, which makes him cum as well, a guttural moan escaping his lips, rolling back his eyes, the red pupils switched out for pitch black nothingness, as he spills inside me.

He pulls back and I can feel a gush of wetness dripping out of me, our combined cum staining my inner thighs.

He straightens up to reach the cuffs, flicks them open, my arms dropping down, my whole body collapsing onto the throne. I groan, relieved not being held up by my arms anymore and my chest is shaking with every breath I take.

Krampus is still towering over me, his eyes are fixed on the spot between my thighs, my pussy with his cum still slowly drooling out.

"You look fucking delicious.", he growls, kneeling down right before me.

He lifts the hood, pulling it up and to the side, letting it rest over the bridge of his nose. And I see his mouth, formed into a devilish grin, the teeth bright, white and sharp, sharper than human teeth, and his tongue.

The tongue. Oh my god.

Red, thick and long. Reaching way beyond his jaw as he sticks it out.

And he has the fucking nerve to wink at me as I look at him in disbelief.

His eyes are fixated on my face as he licks me for the first time, the tongue rough against the puffy wet folds, and the moan that leaves my throat almost comes out like a little scream.

Teasing, licking, kissing - biting. The inside of my thighs is littered with hickeys and bitemarks, small little marks he leaves in his trail. He's licking up everything, hungrily lapping up my arousal. I squirm in the seat, my hips grinding against his lower face, my arms flailing around, looking for purchase.

"Hold onto them, hold onto my horns.", he orders, speaking against my pussy.

Unsure, I grip the horns, closing my fingers around the smooth ridges, which earns me a satisfied hum.

"So obedient, so good at following my orders.", he murmurs while he lazily licks up and down, tasting me. "And good girls deserve to come on my tongue." Oh fuck, I don't think I can, is what I want to say, but I'm already to fucked out to even speak.

He licks deeper, his tongue dipping into me repeatedly until he doesn't pull back anymore, just pushes his tongue into me. Deeper and deeper until I'm almost as filled by his tongue like I was by his dick before.

Whimpers and moans drop from my lips as I pull him closer to me by the horns, a dark satisfied chuckle dropping from his lips. His tongue retreats as he speaks: "You like that, huh? How my tongue feels inside you? Yeah, you do, du unanständiges Gör." and all I can do is nod and whimper, grinding my pussy against his mouth, searching desperately for the next high. He flicks over my clit with the tip of his tongue and then he latches onto it, sucking hard, and I cum again. Weak moans and screams escaping me as I hold onto his horns to steady myself, gushing wetness against his mouth, jaw and down my thighs, even onto the hood and the fur on his chest.

"You can do one more.", he says not stopping at all, and if my tear ducts hadn't been dry already, the overstimulation would have made me cry hot tears. "I want you to fucking soak me."

"Please, I can't.", I cry out, but his tongue is already filling me up again, ready to teach me better.

Ruthlessly searching for the spots inside me that make me squirm against his face, his nose nudged against my clit.

Then his hand finds my other hole again, pushing into it with one thick digit, I almost feel like starting to pray. He abuses the sensitive spot from both sides, his fingertip massaging inside my ass, while his tongue flicks against it inside my pussy, a strange feeling, but my god, it does feel good.

I look down at him between my thighs and the sight pushes me over the edge. I gush around his tongue which pulls a satisfied hum from his lips, and he starts to lap up every drop, when I still squeeze down on his finger in my ass, the orgasm getting drawn out by the digit still moving inside me. Lewd moans and sounds fill the shed until I'm finally all spent, and he's satisfied as well, pulling away from me.

I slump down, letting go of the horns, almost falling off the throne, but he catches me, pulling me against his chest, the big hands caressing my back, the aching muscles and skin.

He lifts me up, carrying me to the bed that we didn't even use, laying me down on the soft comforter, whispering sweet nothings into my ear, some English, some German. And even in his voice I felt the soothing blanket they put over me, just like the one he pulls over me as I start to shiver. His strong arms embrace me, and the warmth of his body against mine easing the come-down, and I feel myself noticeably relax into him.

"That was something else.", I whisper against his chest, hearing him chuckle, the sound not as demonic as before, when darkness engulfs me again, his faint whispered praise washing over me.

I wake up when a little ray of sunshine tickles my nose. Hesitatingly I open my eyes and instant relief washes over me when I see that I'm in the cabin. On the sofa where I fell asleep. I sigh, but when I want to pull the blanket away, I almost can't move because my muscles are hurting.

Realisation hits me as I pull it away and bruises and bitemarks adorn my legs and arms.

I don't think this was a dream at fucking all.

He must have carried me to the cabin again, put clean clothes on me and tucked me in. And put logs into the fireplace, so the flames won't die down.

Right next to me is a tall glass of water, and two little painkillers (still packaged).

Although the pain isn't as bad, I'm mostly sore, I still wash them down instantly. The rest of the day I spend snoozing on the couch, only getting up if I have to, getting back the strength and energy I spent getting fucked like that.

Also thinking a lot about what happened. And every time I think it might just have been the weirdest wet dream I ever had, the bruises of the hardcore sex remind me that I really got fucked by Krampus. And I can't tell anybody because they would think I've finally truly gone crazy.

I don't see him - König or Krampus or whatever you would call him - anymore the next few days. The anticipation of seeing him, accompanied by a hint of fear, keeps me on my feet, but he doesn't show.

And I try not to feel disappointment over it, even though I mostly tell myself that it's better this way. I probably wouldn't have survived another round.

I'm all the more surprised when he suddenly stands in front of me after I've already checked out, ready to leave.

I look up at him, a light smirk on his face, and I see it, even in this more human form, I see the Krampus inside him, with the long hair on his head, the broad shoulders, the big hands. The little sharper than usual canines. The red reflection in the pupils of his eyes. The ridiculous height and body build.

"Leaving?", he asks, a kind of small talk start, as I clearly am leaving.

I just nod, pointing at my suitcase. He nods. And silence falls over us again.

"Did you manage to get a glimpse at Krampus?", he starts anew, a surprising question to be sure.

I nod again, clearing my throat, before I speak: "I did."

"And?", he wants to know and I can see the tiniest bit of apprehension in his eyes.

"He was definitely different than I imagined.", I answer truthfully, but I can't help the little smile forming on my lips.

The smirk on his face widens. "I see.", is all he says. "Get home safely and maybe don't forget about Krampus."

I laugh a bit at his words, aware of the marks that still adorn my body. "Don't worry, I won't. And maybe I'll see him again when I visit next year. Who knows?"

LETHAL pt.3

NSFW! mdni +18, cw: possessive behavior, somnophilia, drugging (aphrodisiac), stalker!König, obsessive König, breeding k!nk, size k!nk. belly bulge, oral (female receiving) (idk lmk if i forget anything)

word count: 2.6k! (it’s too much for me :’) )

summary: he was picky and he picked you.

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A few days later you wake up feeling uneasy. You had a headache and somehow… horny. You got up and had a cold shower, hoping it would help. It helped… Untill you had a irresistible urge to have something inside your aching and dripping cunt at the work. It was a strange feeling, you assumed it was like that because it’s your ovulation day. Sitting on the chair while typing away on the laptop at work; you had to squeeze your thighs together to ease that feeling. Your pussy already soaked at the time you arrived to home. You cursed at yourself for wearing that skirt because the wetness between your legs were dripping down from your trembling thighs at the time you arrived your front door. You just wanted to open the door and satisfy your soaking cunt with your toys.

“Maus?” your heart skipped a beat when you heard his voice. ‘Please god, not him.’ you prayed. That man was extremely attractive and you were down bad for him. You stopped trying to open your damn door with trembling hands as you turned your head towards him and forced a smile. “Hi, König! What are you doing here?” you tried to be polite and calm, but in your head you were screaming for a dick.

"I saw you from over there," he said, pointing at the parking lot next to his apartment building. His accent sent waves of pleasure to your body. "You seemed in a rush. Are you alright?" There was sincerity in his voice and his icy-blue eyes were filled with concern. It made you blush, from cheeks to ears. You swallowed before answering, "It’s nothing important. I just forgot to feed my cat." It was obviously a lie. One of his eyebrows raised, but he nodded and watched as you entered your house after a short goodbye.

You were just so naive and clueless, thinking he wouldn’t notice you’re squirming with need. Of course he would know. He was the one who sneaked into your home and gave you aphrodisiac last night. He just gave you enough to make you needy so you could made it to home after work.

When he saw you getting out of your car, your legs trembling and cheeks flushed, he almost lost it.. He just wanted to drag you to his house and fuck you until you were a babbling and sobbing mess. Yet he managed to keep his calm. He was impatiently waiting for you to enter your house when he already had his eyes on the window, hiding behind the curtains. When you came to view his heart was beating like crazy. You locked the door of your room and opened the drawer, where you put your toys. Too eager for your sweet release you forgot to close your curtains…

He pressed his forehead against the window as he watched you satisfy yourself with different kinds of toys. His cock was rock hard but watching you was much more of an important matter. His cock twitched at the first time you cum, it was a sight to see. Your eyes rolling back as your hips twitched foward to the device. But one wasn’t enough. You needed more.

After two more orgasm you were sobbing and quivering. You just needed something for your aching cunt but nothing was enough. That was when he decided to step in. He was still so hard but he knew whatever he do it wouldn’t soften his cock. But you. He grabbed the keys of his house. And the cookies he made for you as an excuse.

The knocking on your door drew you back to reality from your bliss. You cursed at the person that knocked on the door as you got dressed into something that you’d wear at home. Your legs still trembling and pussy dripping, already soaked the new pair of your panties. You answered the door and hid the half of your body behind the door.

“Hallo, Maus. I brought you some cookies to fix your mood.” he said with that sweet tone. Your hands grabbed the door handle with a force that could kill a man. That was when you decided that. You would fuck that sweet neighbor.

He wondered why you were staring at him without a word. Were you mad at him because he interrupted your sweet time with your toys? Did you notice the bulge that was straining his pants? Or maybe the way he gazed at you hungrily made you feel hesitant to invite him in?

He was too lost in his thoughts, he dropped the cookies when you grabbed his arm and dragged him in. Pressing his back against the door and clinging to his arm. “König.” you whispered before biting your lips to not moan. His heart hammered his chest a few times like it was trying to escape from his chest to you. “Ja, Maus? Is everything okay?” he stuttered as he looked down at you. Your flushed face and the way you looked into his eyes intensely wasn’t helping.

“I need you.” you whimpered and pressed your body against his. “Can you please give me your cock?” you whispered softly and moaned when you felt his already hard cock against your stomach. He was so big. Like you imagined he would be, it made you even more needy.

“You- What?” he stuttered again. The last thing he expected was the way you rubbed your body against him as you pleaded for his cock. He was used to moving with a plan, but the way you ruined it was even better than he could imagine. By the time he collected himself you were grabbing his arm tightly like he would escape from you if you let go. His pupils were blown wide and body tense. “You have no idea what you’re wanting from me, Maus.” he mumbled and picked you up by your hips carrying you to your room like you weighed nothing and you wrapped your legs around him. The voice in his mind was screaming for him to take you in that moment. You weren’t complaining about being carried yet you were happy that he accepted. So clueless. If only you knew he was the cause of your endless neediness.

He made you straddle one of his thighs after removing your shorts and leaving you with your panties. “Show me how bad you want me to fuck you.” he said with authority in his eyes. You had a feeling that if you didn’t do as he said you won’t be getting anything. So you did. Hands on his shoulders as you grounded against his thigh. The fabric of your already wet panties soaking his trousers. You moaned as you felt his muscular thigh under your dripping cunt. He was so big and toned. You wondered what his cock looked like. Just thinking about it made you moan in need and your walls clenched around nothing.

He had to bit his lip to not moan at the sight in front of him. You were grounding against his thigh soaking his trousers and moaning like a bitch in heat. His cock throbbed in his pants. Oh how he wanted to tear your panties down and eat your little cunt out… Your body trembled and hips twitched. “Already, Maus? I haven’t seen someone cumming as fast as you.” he taunted. Your hips were already moving frantically to reach your sweet release. His hands found your hips groping them as he helped you move on his thigh. “Guess you really want me.” he mumbled amused with your efforts. You looked so hot when you used his body for your pleasure. “‘m so close, König.” you whimpered and your movements got erratic. You feel your stomach tightening up as he helped you ground against his thick thigh. “Let go for me, Maus.” he whispered sweetly. He knew it wouldn’t be enough for you anyway. Not until he filled you up with his big cock.

You gripped his shoulders tight as you cum undone on his thigh, eyes rolling back and body twitching. “Braves Mädchen.” he cooed as he laid you on your back gently and spread open your leg. “Do you still need my cock?” he teased. His hands caressing your thighs up and down slowly. “Yes. Yes, König. Please give it to me.” you pleaded with that sweet voice of yours, you had no idea how he wanted it too. He looked as calm and sweet as ever, but deep inside him, he was putting you into positions that he wanted to take you. First he would eat you out until you cum on his tongue like he imagined all nights. Then he would put you on all fours and pound into your needy cunt until you cream on his cock. This night he would fulfill all his sick fantasies and you would just let him take you over and over.

His calloused and lengthy fingers were making you shiver and imagine them deep inside you. You had to have it. “König, can you please…” you reached a hand and pulled his hand towards your mouth, as he watched you with curiosity. His mind went blank when you took his fingers into your mouth and swirled your tongue around them. “Scheiße-” he groaned and pushed his fingers into your mouth further. He fucked your mouth with his fingers, covering his index and middle finger with your drool. Your eyes rolled back with the rhythm of his fingers. “So fucking needy.” he growled when he pulled his fingers out of your mouth drawing a whine out of you. He quickly pulled down your panties and cursed again when he saw how your slick clinged to your panties leaving a trail. When the panties were gone, he pocketed it, he shoved his fingers into your dripping tight hole. You screamed when he found that sweet spot curling his fingers and hitting there again and again. “oh my-“ your legs trembled and hands gripped the sheets for dear life. It wasn’t long when your fourth orgasm hit you like a truck. “It amazes me how fast you cum, Maus.” he chuckled lightly as he continued to pump his fingers into you through your orgasm.

“That’s enough.” you whined and grabbed his forearm. His brows frowned and he sent you a warning look. You pulled your hands away immediately like you touched fire. “Nein. We aint stopping, Maus. Not until i make sure you’re mine.” he mumbled darkly as he leaned his mouth into your pussy. He licked from bottom to your clit making you shudder and moan loudly. You couldn’t bring yourself to stop him because you were scared of what he would do. His hands grabbed your thighs firmly to prevent you from closing them. He lapped at your pussy like he was thirsty for a month and you were his only water supply. His mask covering between your legs, where his mouth at, and you was glad it did. Because if you saw him eating you out like that you would’ve gone crazy. His icy-blue eyes found yours when he sucked your clit. The sensation was too much for you especially after cumming that much. “Plea-“ your breath hitched when he forced his tongue inside. Your eyes rolled back and you let out a high pitched scream. You cum all over his tongue and he gladly accepted your juices. Sucking and lapping hungrily.

“Du schmeckst so süß.” (You taste so sweet.) he mumbled as he licked you up for the last time. He pulled back reluctantly feeling like he could dive in again and make you cum over and over again. “Time for the main course, Maus.” he whispered into your ear. “Would you like to take off my mask? So you can see how much i will enjoy fucking your little cunt.” he purred. He was still gentle yet he made you feel weak. Like you couldn’t resist him, even if you wanted to. You grabbed the mask with trembling hands and pulled it off. This was the first time you saw him without his mask. He was handsome despite the scar on his face. Before you could say anything he slammed his lips to yours and grabbed your jaw forcing you to part your lips so he could explore your warm mouth with his tongue. You moaned softly and tasted your arousal from his lips. He swiftly unbuckled his belt with one of his hands and tugged his pants down along with his boxers. He groaned into your mouth when his cock was finally free and fully erected. His lips didn’t left yours as he pressed his red tip against your throbbing clit and made you squirm.

“I wonder were you this needy before the aphrodisiac i gave you.” he mumbled after releasing your lips. Your mind was too foggy after all your orgasms you barely understand what he say. “What did-” he cut you off again but this time shoving his cock inside your tight cunt. His tip hit your cervix and made your toes curl. “Too- Fuck. Too deep.” you sobbed. He stretched you out so deliciously but it hurt like hell. He was so fucking big his cock made a bulge on your belly. He groaned as he rested his forehead against yours. “It will be okay. You can take it, Maus.” he cooed. But it felt like he was sliding you open with his monster sized cock. “You feel so good around me.” he mumbled as he placed kisses on your face. He knew he was too big for you. You were so small compared to him, in every way. He let you adjust his length inside you but it become hard for him to not move when your walls clenched around him. “It hurts.” you cried and gripped his shoulders. “I know, Maus. You’re doing so good f’me.” he kissed your lips until your cries wane. You were so much important than him. He worshipped you.

“I’m gonna move.” he whispered and started to thrust into your tight cunt slowly at first. When your pussy adjusted his length, he picked up the pace. He was bullying his cock into your dripping hole with a merciless pace like he was taking revenge of the time he jerked off while watching you through the window. All you could do was dug your nails into his shoulders and scream his name.

“Scheiße.” he hissed. It was just like how he imagined it would be. He imagined your face twisting with pleasure and screaming his name as he bullied his cock into your little cunt. “Louder.” He slammed his hips into yours hard. Your pussy swollen and dripping from all the stimulation. “I said louder.” he hissed and smacked your hips hard. He wouldn’t stop until you did as he said. So you did. You screamed his name as loud as you can. It made his cock twitch hearing you forcing yourself to slur his name out. “Braves Mädchen.” he cooed as he slammed his lips harder into yours. He threw his head back and groaned when you cum unannounced, creaming on his cock and crying his name. Your walls clenched around him drawing him to edge as he fucked the orgasm out of you. “König, i can’t… anymore.” you whimpered between your sobbing. Hearing you beg him with your voice hoarse from all the screaming and moaning, made him cum deep inside you. “Mine.” he mumbled as he fucked his cum into you. “You’re mine, Maus. And i won’t let you leave me anymore.” he mumbled like he was talking with himself. It sent chills down to your spine. He didn’t pull his cock out plugging his cum into your pussy. You didn’t even had the strength to push him away. He wrapped his arms around you tightly and put your head onto his chest. He wouldn’t let you go. Never. You were his.

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@mitchlow

Love this so much...

thinking about intelligent subs with oral fixations. such smart little things whose brains turn into mush once they have fingers in their mouth.