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They rocked together, Naomi on his thigh and his hand on his cock. When she picked up her pace—face contorting into pleasure, with her beautiful mouth wide open in silent moans—he began moving his hand faster, too, almost aggressively trying to satisfy himself.

He groaned loudly when he came, droplets of seed painting her thigh and hip. As if him coming was the sign for her to reach her own high, Naomi grinned and leaned forward, hiding her face in the fur of his chest, moaning against him while her hips rocked quickly on his leg. She let out a muffled cry, shaking as she pressed her cunt on him.

He held her through her orgasm, caressing her back.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, voice full of awe.

She pulled back, looking at him with a blissfully exhausted gaze. Her hand cupped his face, thumb brushing over his cheek.

“You’re beautiful, too,” she whispered, still a bit breathless. “Beautiful and so, so sweet.”

Never in his life had he been described as sweet, but it didn’t feel like a bad adjective. Coming from Naomi, it felt like the best compliment. His cheeks warmed, silently thanking his complexion and fur for making it impossible to tell when he blushed.

He took her hand in his, and placed a kiss on her palm.

“Let me hold you while you rest,” he whispered.

They laid down properly, and his heart filled with an immense sense of accomplishment when Naomi put her head on his chest. Kilean wrapped her in his arms, fingers tracing lightly over her silky skin. They exchanged some words here and there, but for the most part they cuddled in silence, content with the closeness and affection.

He did his best to postpone his departure as much as possible, but eventually had to let go of the beautiful woman that had given herself to him. He kissed her forehead, trying to ignore the sad look in her eyes when he said goodbye, but when he walked out of the door, it wasn’t only sadness he felt.

He had a promise to fulfill now, and he was not going to let her down.

Epilogue: Wrapped for Krampus

KRAMPUS

seven years later

On the same night almost every year, the krampus sought out that small house deep into the white mountains. Every time, he saw the dim lights shining through the windows, and the smoke coming out of the chimney—and the closer he got, the more hungry he became.

The front door was unlocked, like it always was, and the smell of sugar hit him as soon as he entered.

A big Christmas tree stood in the corner of the room, neatly decorated in shades of white and silver and gold, and illuminated with yellowish lights. The previous year, the human had only used red to decorate it.

The same two couches were still in the middle of the room: one looking straight at the fire, and one on the left side facing the tree. In the middle of the formation was a carpet of furs, and then, the best part of the house: her.

The human laid on her side with her back to the fireplace. A wide red ribbon caressed her light brown skin, wrapping around her body and tying her limbs together.

His pretty present, waiting for him.

“I’ve been a bad girl this year, too,” she said as he closed the door behind himself. “Oh big bad krampus, what will you do with me?”

His low growl only made her smile grow bigger, the excitement shining in her eyes. He stalked up to her, hunching his figure as if attempting to swallow her smaller body. She wasn’t really small per se—at five foot eleven, she was tall for a human woman, and she wasn’t thin, either.—but she always looked tiny compared to his seven foot eight.

Over the past couple years, the fur around his face and chest had also started turning gray, making him look even older, but he wasn’t that bothered by it. His older look, big body, and monstrous features usually scared humans more.

Well… humans were scared of him regardless. All of them but her.

She battled her eyelashes at him. “You’ll have to punish me, won’t you?”

Another growl rumbled in his chest as he lowered his head close to hers, her honey brown coils tickling his face. He inhaled her natural body scent, mixed with coconut and sugar. He already knew she had baked before this, but smelling the scent on her skin was his favorite part.

He could smell her arousal, too, and his body immediately answered to it, his cock straining inside its pocket.

He pulled back to look at her, the ribbon lightly digging against her soft curves. It covered her breasts, pushing them against her chest. It tied her arms and hands in the front, then wrapped around her waist and wide hips with her round ass exposed, just to then immediately tie her legs together. He leaned to the side and got a full view of her exposed pussy, shaved and ready for him.

His hand wrapped around her backside, squeezing it and watching as her pussy inevitably clenched in reply.