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A dream accompanied her slumber, of horns and fur and snow, and hands intertwining and moans and naked bodies. The dream became so horny that it jolted her awake, her legs pressing together before she fully came to.

Naomi groaned, pressing her palms against her eyes. The memories of the dream were already fading, but the feeling of the krampus touching her was still ingrained in her body memory.

Her pussy ached, and Naomi knew that if she didn’t listen to its needs, it would not let her focus on anything else.

Her hand slipped under her pants and into her underwear, touching her already wet cunt. Slowly, she circled her fingers on it, spreading the wetness.

The demon was hot, there was no denying it anymore. The realization left her slightly confused, when he looked so odd and different from what she was used to, but from his thick and broad build mixing with his surprisingly polite personality, there was something both physically attractive and charming about him.

Naomi slipped two fingers inside and thought about his big hands. She imagined what they would feel like on her skin, with his fur tickling her body as he touched her. His claws disappeared in her fantasy and she imagined it was his thick long fingers inside her, getting her to orgasm as he watched her with his intense gaze.

She came around her fingers, biting down onto her other hand, trying not to make too much noise. Naomi wasn’t sure what kind of hearing demons had, but she couldn’t risk him hearing her masturbate. That would be too embarrassing.

When she eventually took her hand out of her panties and the post-nut clarity hit her, her face heated.

What the hell am I doing…

CHAPTER 4

Tempting Krampus

KRAMPUS

He managed to rest for a couple hours before his magic returned. Not all of it was back yet—he still couldn’t reach out to other demons through his bond—but he had almost fully recovered his strength.

He always healed quickly, but it still surprised him how fast he had regained his forces now. It was all thanks to Naomi, he knew. Maybe he might not have died if she had left him in the woods, but if she hadn’t helped him, it would have taken him days to even get to this stage.

Almost back to his healthy state, he felt restless now. He didn’t want to leave, not without saying anything, especially when Naomi had been hospitable and kind despite his initial violence. He also didn’t feel good about going to her room and demanding she kept him busy.

He stood up from his makeshift nest and paced around the room, studying the furniture and decorations to waste some time. The right side of the space, the one without a couch, had a long wooden cabinet, its top shelf full of frames and little ceramic statuettes. He studied the photos, curious. Some of them were old, in black and white or sepia colors. There were some in colors too, but those looked somewhat old as well. They all showed a big Black family, with lots of kids. None of the faces, however, shared similarities with Naomi’s, so he assumed this wasn’t her family. She had, indeed, said it wasn’t really her house.

When he stepped back, intent on continuing his tour of the room, he accidentally bumped into a statuette of an angel which fell to the ground, the crash breaking the silence of the house. He stared at the shattered pieces, frozen, unsure what to do.

Naomi must have been awake, because less than a minute later she rushed into the living room, concerned.

“What happened?”

He felt embarrassed, which was new for him and it was mortifying. He really hoped it wasn’t anything important… he didn’t want to upset her.

“I accidentally bumped into it, I’m sorry.”

When her eyes found the broken statuette, her shoulders relaxed a bit.

“It’s okay, don’t worry,” she reassured him. “Did you get hurt?”

It surprised him that she was asking, but then again, she had literally saved his life, so maybe he shouldn’t be so shocked that she showed care for his well-being.

“I’m not hurt.”

Naomi let out a relieved breath. “That’s good.”

She walked towards him, clearly intent on picking up the broken pieces, but his senses picked up on something strange when she came close. He sniffed the air and frowned. There was a strong, pungent scent he couldn’t place. He had never smelled it before and couldn’t figure out what it was. The only thing he knew was that it came from her.

“What’s wrong?” Naomi asked, concerned.

“I can smell something on you.”

There was a moment of silence, then he saw the embarrassment taking over her.