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Tempting Krampus

KRAMPUS

H e 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.

“ A smell on me?” she asked, cautious.

He nodded. “ It’s pungent, and I never smelled it before.”

The skin on her light brown cheeks flushed and she tried to cover herself with her hands.

“ What is it?” he asked, confused and intrigued. Her embarrassment made him assume she knew the source of the smell, but he couldn’t understand why it made her react like that. Was it something bad?

“ It’s … arousal.”

“ Ah .”

He nodded slowly in understanding. So that was what arousal in a human woman smelt like? What an interesting scent.

“ Why are you aroused?”

He simply asked out of curiosity, but it seemed to make her even more mortified. She was half turned away from him now, as if hiding.

“ You can’t just ask something like that,” she mumbled.

“ Why not?”

“ Because it’s personal!”

Was it? For demons, it was common to share those things.

When he was young, he hadn’t been used to talking about it either.

But after years of receiving judgmental looks for not being straightforward about sex, it had forced an openness in him.

Maybe humans were more private. He couldn’t understand why she would look so ashamed, though.

There was nothing shameful about pleasure.

“ I don’t judge,” was his simple reply.

She eyed him suspiciously, as if expecting him to make fun of her. When he didn’t add anything, her shoulders gradually relaxed. Her eyes traveled up and down his body, studying him.

“ Do demons get aroused too?”

He nodded. “ Most of us do.”

“ You seem very open about it,” she commented.

“ Demons tend to be open about lots of things. Sex and pleasure are some of them.”

He sensed her holding back more questions, interest growing behind her eyes. For some reason, he was pleased by the idea of her asking him more about this topic.

“ Ask ,” he simply said.

“ Are you sure? I can be a bit invasive when I get curious.”

He crossed his arms on his chest and nodded. He was more than ready, almost excited to talk about it. “ I’m sure.”

“ Okay , well… how does sex work for you?” she asked, looking him up and down with a look on her face that he couldn’t really place.

Without missing a beat, he said, “ Do you want to see?”

Naomi choked on her own saliva, which immediately put her in a coughing fit.

“ What ?”

“ Do you want to see?” he repeated, not seeing anything wrong with the question.

Sighing , Naomi put a hand over her hip, one on her forehead. “ This keeps getting wilder and wilder,” she whispered to herself, eyes wide.

He frowned, concerned. “ Are you okay?”

“ Yes , just… taken by surprise.”

The way her face scrunched up and her hesitation told him she was measuring her words for him.

“ Am I making you uncomfortable?”

Immediately , her hands and head shook. “ No !”

With demons, he had to learn to speak his mind without filters. Yet the uneasy woman in front of him served as a reminder that whatever habit he forced himself to learn wouldn’t work here. Demons and humans seemed to have enough cultural differences to destabilize him.

“ Then , what is it?” he questioned, perplexed.

Another sigh, this time more exasperated.

“ It’s not that common for humans to openly talk about this, especially between strangers, and then you just say what you think without a problem and you’re so eager to answer my questions without shame, and even show me , and I’m just over here trying not to think about the fact that I was just masturbating to you?—”

Her hand flew to cover her mouth, but it was already too late: she said it, and now there was no way for him to forget about it.

“ I’m an idiot,” Naomi mumbled, eyes wide. She let herself slip onto the couch, resting her head against the backrest. “ I’m a fool. I finally lost it.”

She touched herself to thoughts of me.

He felt his cock twitch inside its pocket, and it surprised him, too. Never before had he felt any attraction towards a human, but somehow, knowing this woman was physically attracted to him made him feel tingles all over his body, as if electrically charged.

Naomi picked up a pillow and covered her face with it. “ Please don’t look at me,” she whispered.

“ Why ?”

“ Because it’s embarrassing.”

“ I don’t mind that you touched yourself to me.”

Her whole body visibly shivered at his words, and she peeked at him from the side of the pillow.

“ You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“ I do know,” he debated. “ It pleased me to hear that.”

She threw the pillow away in shock, her voice getting louder. “ It pleased you ?”

His eyes traveled over her, starting at her pretty round face, then down to the curves of her body, stopping at her thick thighs before returning to her eyes.

Not a beauty he was used to—lacking all the beastly features he saw daily—but yes, she was definitely attractive. More than simply attractive, actually.

The new knowledge that she felt desire for him gave him confidence.

“ So , do you want to see?” he asked again.

Naomi opened her mouth, then closed it again. She hesitated a few moments, clearly torn and disoriented, then eventually nodded. “ Yes . Sure , why not? I’d like to see.”

He stood still while he willed his body to do its thing. A slit opened in his crotch and a thick, long cock emerged from the fur, partially erect and charcoal black. It was long and cylindrical with a tip, and a knot at the base.

“ Oh my god .”

Naomi swallowed thickly, eyes wide. Her body leaned forward to look closer, likely not realizing she was doing it, but now the image of her face next to his cock wouldn’t leave his mind.

“ We don’t use clothes like humans do,” he explained. “ So our parts stay hidden, to stay protected.”

“ It’s …” Her voice trailed off, unable to come up with an adjective.

His cock twitched at the pure fascination in her expression, and she flinched at the movement. She looked up at him, surprised and… turned on? He studied her face carefully and yes, there seemed to be lust in her gaze.

“ If you want, you can touch it.”

She didn’t make him tell her twice. Her hand looked so small compared to his cock, her fingers unable to wrap around his full girth. She squeezed slightly, as if to test its strength and solidity. The curious and excited look in her eyes as she looked at his cock sent shivers down his spine.

“ Move your hand,” he instructed her.

Naomi obeyed and almost immediately, his cock became fully erect. Pleased by the result, she spit on her hand and spread it around his cock to facilitate her stroking.

He grunted lowly, trying his best not to buck his hips into her hand. He was much bigger than her, and he didn’t want to overpower her and scare her away—or worse, hurt her. Her delicate hand felt too good on him, so warm and soft, that it was messing with his brain.

He shivered when she placed her other hand on his fat belly, letting the fur pass between her fingers as she slid her hand up to his chest.

“ You feel good,” she whispered, a hint of glee in her voice.

He let out another low growl. “ You do, too.”

She tightened her grip on his cock, and picked up the pace, her face scrunching up from the effort. He dug his long nails into his thighs to make sure he wouldn’t grab her, his tail whipping wildly behind him.

A loud growl echoed around the room and copious amounts of seed released from his cock, straight onto Naomi’s clothes and the floor.

In another situation, he might have felt self-conscious about how quickly he had come, but with how good her human hand felt, embarrassment hadn’t even crossed his mind.

But no… he knew it wasn’t because she was human. She felt good because she was her .

Naomi let out a surprised chuckle, stepping back to look at the mess.

“ Well , that was interesting for sure,” she said, still laughing.

He grimaced at the sight. “ Sorry for the mess.”

“ It’s fine.”

Before he could say anything more, she stripped all of her clothes off, pajamas thrown to the side of the room. She stood naked in all her curvy glory in front of him, and the words died in his throat.

She smiled cheekily. “ See ? No more stains.”

Another growl tore out of him, this time more animalistic, more urgent. The scent of her arousal was much more intense now, and all the thoughts dissipated from his head. All he could think about was tasting her.

“ Want to reciprocate?”

As soon as the words slipped out of her mouth, he picked her up by her soft waist, earning a screech of surprise. He kneeled in front of the couch, laying Naomi down with her back partially on the seat, keeping her backside lifted by wrapping her legs around his shoulders.

He stared at the pussy in front of him, shaved and exposed, glistening with wetness already. He wanted to take his time, to touch all of her and pleasure her the way she had pleasured him, but he was too hungry.

Naomi gasped when his mouth wrapped around her warm cunt, tongue lapping at her wetness. He sloppily licked and sucked, trying to take in as much of her as he could, desperate.

She tasted delicious, like a forbidden fruit, but it wasn’t enough. His tongue was longer than a human’s, and could expand to the length of his arm. He had never found a use for it before, other than scaring the humans he hunted, but now he knew what to do with it.

He burrowed his tongue into her hole and inserted as deeply as her body would let him. Her hands wrapped over his and she moaned loudly, body twitching in his grip.

“ Fuuuck ,” she screeched.

He never imagined a human would feel and taste this good. His brain turned off at the smell and flavor of her arousal, and the softness of her body ignited an urge to dig his nails into her, to claim her as his.

He fucked her with his tongue, eating her cream of pleasure. When she came, she shook so violently he tightened his grip to ensure she wouldn’t slip away from him. Slowly , he pulled his tongue out, then licked her puffy lips one more time.

“ Oh my…” Naomi whispered, breathing heavily. “ Fuck .”

His mind slowly cleared and when his vision finally focused on her, he realized she was sprawled wildly on the couch, his hands still holding her bottom part up in front of him. He hurriedly apologized, laying her down properly on the cushioned surface.

“ No need to apologize, that was amazing,” she said, chuckling to herself. “ Likely the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

“ I let my hunger take over,” he explained, ashamed. “ I was rough.”

“ I happen to like it rough,” she reassured him. “ But maybe next time a heads up would be useful. At least to prepare myself for what’s to come.”

Next time … she wanted to do it again? With him ?

Her eyes slid down his body.

“ I would help you relieve that again,” she started, “but that really took me by surprise. I might need some time to regain some strength first.”

He was hard again after tasting her, but he didn’t feel the need to touch himself. Having the privilege of touching her had been pleasurable enough.

“ I don’t need it,” he assured her. “ I’m okay.”

“ Good . Then I’ll catch my breath and then clear this mess.”

He looked around. Her clothes and broken pieces of the statuette were all over the floor, plus stains of his come and strewn pillows that had been pushed away in her frenzied orgasm.

A mess, indeed.