Page 59 of The Krampus's First Christmas Gift

Chapter

Thirty-One

Jasper kept glancing back at Kraghol as he sprinted down the alley. He laughed. The sound bounced around them.

Kraghol chased him, a smile on his face. He no longer carried the switch. He must have cast it aside when he began to run after Jasper.

And for some reason, Jasper didn’t want to make this chase easy on Kraghol. He wanted to make it a challenge. He wanted to be properly caught by the krampus.

Of course, he still wanted to be caught. Eventually. He wanted Kraghol to catch him, shove him against the wall, and fuck him until he couldn’t walk.

Still, he wanted to have a little fun first. Especially since he actually felt well enough to run at the moment. Which never happened in the city. But it did tonight because Kraghol was with him. If he needed more evidence that the sickness had to do with the bond with Kraghol, he had it.

He kept pumping his legs, kept sucking air into his lungs, and kept running as fast as he could. He turned down an alley. Then another. Then another.

But Kraghol moved fast. With his long legs, he gained on Jasper with every passing second; the sounds of his hooves keptgetting closer and closer. Jasper pushed himself until his legs ached. He stopped glancing back, needing to focus on trying to keep ahead of Kraghol.

Suddenly hands gripped his waist. He cried out as the air fled his lungs and Kraghol yanked him against his chest.

A furry hand snaked across Jasper’s torso and held him tight against Kraghol’s body.

Jasper sucked in a breath. Kraghol always kept his claws retracted when touching Jasper. But right now they bit into Jasper’s coat.

Kraghol lowered his head. Warm breath brushed against Jasper’s ear. “I caught you. Now what shall I do with you?” His claws retracted, and his fingers dived beneath the fabric of Jasper’s clothes, seeking skin.

Jasper tilted his head back until it rested on Kraghol’s broad chest. “Anything you want. Have your way with me.”

Kraghol growled. The sound vibrated through every inch of Jasper’s chest and all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes. Kraghol lifted Jasper and carried him over to the side of the alley. He set Jasper on his feet, facing the wall. Jasper placed his hands against the cold brick.

Suddenly, the big, warm presence behind him disappeared as Kraghol stepped back. Jasper turned and watched as Kraghol dropped to his knees. Jasper’s dick throbbed. Large hands reached around to Jasper’s waist and undid his trousers. They and his drawers were yanked to his knees.

Jasper gasped as cold air hit his thighs. But then warm hands gripped his arse cheeks and tugged them apart. Without preamble, a wet tongue swiped over his entrance. Jasper’s fingers spasmed, and he keened.

The tongue licked up and down his crease. Then it slithered down, running over his perineum, pressing against it. It licked his balls.

Jasper cried out, leaning his head against the wall. He spread his legs as far apart as he could with his trousers wrapped around his knees. Spit dripped down his inner thighs.

Kraghol’s obscenely long tongue slid forward, reaching his dick and gliding along the length.

How fucking long is his tongue?

The tongue wrapped around and around his dick. It squeezed.

“Fuck!” Jasper shouted. His legs shook as the tongue squeezed him again. And again.

The tip of Kraghol’s tongue lapped at the tip of his cock. Then the tongue retreated, leaving his dick wet with spit and throbbing with need. Kraghol flicked his tongue at Jasper’s entrance.

Jasper held his breath. Then the tongue plunged forward, spearing inside Jasper’s channel. Jasper threw his head back as the tongue slid deeper and deeper.

He whimpered. Blood and arousal pumped through his veins. The tongue withdrew, leaving Jasper empty. It circled his entrance. Then it shoved forward again.

“Kraghol.” His fingers clutched at the wall as the tongue moved further inside him. “Oh!” The tongue hit his prostate, dragging across it. Pre-cum spurted from the tip of his dick. “Oh!”

His legs gave out. But Kraghol held him steady, keeping him upright, keeping him safe. All the while he kept fucking Jasper with that long tongue, back and forth, going deeper and deeper, until Jasper was a trembling, shaking mess.

Jasper sobbed. “Kraghol! Oh. Please. Oh! Fuck!” He pressed his face against the wall, held up entirely by it and Kraghol’s hands. “Please! Please!” His shouts rang down the alley.

Suddenly, the tongue slid out. Jasper sagged, gulping in deep breaths of air. “Pocket,” he said, voice hoarse.