Epilogue
GIANNA
Christmas Eve, three years later
“ I s she asleep?” I ask as Dominic appears in the doorway of the living room.
He nods, then joins me on the couch and picks up his glass of red wine, left over from dinner. I reach for my glass and take a sip of the sparkling water, grimacing at the taste. During my first pregnancy, I drank gallons of the stuff, but baby number two isn’t as partial to it as Noelle was.
My red lipstick leaves a faint imprint on the glass. I don’t wear it often, but Christmas is a special occasion in our house, and we had a candlelit dinner with Noelle earlier, the three of us dressed in our finest clothes. We’ll visit my mother’s house tomorrow morning, but for tonight, we wanted to have a small family celebration.
“She demanded another story,” Dominic tells me, relaxing back against the couch cushions, his big body sprawled wide. “I picked the shortest one I could find, but then she wanted me to do all the voices.”
He says it in an exasperated tone, but the golden twinkle of his eyes tells me he’s far from annoyed. He’s been buying stacks of children’s books for Noelle since the day she was born, and reading before bed has become our favorite nighttime ritual.
“Thank you for your service,” I tease. “By the way, we should go to bed early tonight. She’ll be up at the crack of dawn, hunting for presents.”
Our daughter has inherited her father’s love of Christmas, along with the cutest set of tiny horns, barely visible through her dark curls. She was born mostly human, though we’ve had a little charm bracelet made for her so she can pass for human in public. My mother has been brought in on the family secret, too, and it’s been so beautiful to watch her love her granddaughter regardless of her species.
Dominic takes another sip of the wine, then replaces his glass on the coffee table. “Speaking of presents…”
He gets up, walks to the bookshelf lining the back wall of the living room, and takes something from behind the books on the top shelf, where Noelle can’t reach. Then he comes to sit by my side again and hands me the gift.
“I thought you could open this one tonight, since it’s not exactly kid-appropriate,” he murmurs.
I set aside my glass. “What is it?”
He shrugs, a smile playing on his dark lips. Then he picks up my legs and draws them across his lap, rubbing his hands over my stockings while I work on unraveling the wrapping. A purple cardboard box comes into view, satiny-smooth and posh-looking, so I frown at him, thinking it’s another piece of jewelry. We’ve had to talk about him buying me ridiculously expensive things—not that he listens.
But he grins and runs his palms down to my ankles. He takes my left foot in his big hands and presses his thumbs into the arch of my sole. He’s gotten into the habit of clipping back his claws since he discovered how much I enjoy…certain things he does with his very long, talented fingers. I barely hold back a groan and focus instead on the present.
I pry open the lid of the box and let out a startled laugh. “You bought me a butt plug?”
I check the booklet that comes with it, a catalog of various options the shop offers. Then I take the velvet baggie in which the plug is stored and shake the toy out into my palm.
My first impression is that it’s heavy, much heavier than the silicone ones we’ve bought and tried already. The plug is made of glass, clear and polished, but it’s the ornament at its base that lets me know this isn’t some off-the-shelf toy he picked up at a random sex shop.
The end of the plug is a ruby-red snowflake, its edges rounded so it won’t hurt me, but the craftsmanship is incredible. Tiny golden veins spread out from the center of the flake, glittering whenever I turn them toward the light.
“It’s so pretty,” I whisper, then look up at him. “Thank you.”
He massages my foot, never wavering in his slow rhythm. “I want to put it inside you and lick your pussy until you come all over my tongue.”
I flush, cheeks warming. I will never get used to how direct he is when he wants something from me, no matter how often he does it.
“Okay,” I agree. “But only if I get to work your horns at the same time.”
Dominic narrows his eyes. “All right, but you’ll leave my tail alone.”
I grin but nod. He doesn’t like it when he finishes before me, and I’ve discovered over the years that he loves having his tail touched—but if I do it while also rubbing his horns, it’s an almost instant explosion for him. So I pick my battles. I’ll surprise him with that another time. Tonight, I want to try out the new toy and see what else he has in mind.
He steps away for a moment to wash the toy, then returns to me, a bottle of lube and a towel in tow. We made a mess of our leather couch once and discovered what a pain it was to clean. Dominic helps me settle on a mound of pillows that support my back and has me lift my hips to place the towel underneath. I’m only four months along, so it’s not uncomfortable to be on my back yet, but he’s been fussing over me ever since we learned I was pregnant again, and I let him because it makes me feel so cherished and protected.
When he shoves the hem of my dress up, however, and discovers I’ve shimmied out of my panties while he was gone, his nostrils flare, his grip tightening on my knees.
“You’re wet,” he rumbles, almost an accusation. “Did you touch yourself while I was washing the toy?”
I close my eyes and think of how I slipped my fingers between my pussy lips and coated them with my wetness, then spread it around my clit, already throbbing from anticipation. A growl rips from Dominic’s throat, so I snap my eyes open and smirk at him.
“Naughty,” he purrs. “Whatever shall I do with you?”
I let my knees fall wide. “Whatever you want. But give me that plug first.”
He kneels on the carpet and slicks up his fingers with lube. His touch is cold at first, but he teases my ass slowly, then pushes one fingertip past the tight ring of my muscle. Then he works me open, softening me up, while he lightly brushes the thumb of his other hand over my exposed clit. It’s not nearly enough to make me come, but he’s building up the tension, and I love how gentle, how thorough he’s being. When he removes his fingers from me and reaches for the plug, I squirm on the couch. It’s large, but I’ve taken another plug of a similar size before, so I know it’ll work.
Dominic looks up from my pussy and meets my gaze. “Do you want me to warm it up? It’s quite cool.”
I shake my head. “No, I like it like this.”
He nods me, then pours more lube over the toy and brings it to my ass. He nudges it in, giving me time to adjust, and I relax for him, loosening my muscles. The stretch is delicious, the right amount of pressure to leave me panting. Then the toy slips all the way inside, the snowflake resting against my skin.
I close my eyes and tip my head back on the cushions. “That feels incredible. It’s so smooth and heavy.”
Already, I know that walking around with this thing inside me will be completely different than any other plug. The weight of it might pull strangely at my inner walls. But lying here, letting Dominic take care of me…I can do that.
My Krampus makes room for his shoulders between my thighs and caresses me, skimming the tops of my thigh-highs. I’ve taken to wearing them with most of my dresses, loving the easy access they provide—and he adores them. Last month, he used one to tie me up and fed a pair of Kegel balls into my pussy, then edged me by teasing my clit with his forked tongue until I was a sobbing, squirming mess.
“We’ll repeat that very soon,” he promises me, reading my thoughts. His hot breath brushes my pussy. “I liked it, too.”
“That’s a massive understatement,” I protest, then gasp as he spreads my lower lips with his thumbs, giving himself access to me. “You were wild. I loved it.”
His dark eyes glitter with gold. “You always make me wild.”
I smile and stroke my fingers over his temple, then reach up for his left horn. He watches me warily, as if readying himself for my touch, but he can’t stop the soft groan that escapes him when I wrap my fist around the ridged length.
“Lick me,” I demand, bringing my other hand up to grasp him. “I want to come, Dominic.”
He doesn’t tease me this time. The tip of his tongue curls around my clit, and he sucks it lightly, spreading my slickness around. Then he licks right into my pussy, curling his tongue up in a way that has me shouting out with pleasure.
“Shh,” he admonishes me, bringing his thumb to my clit. “You need to be good for me now, Gianna.”
I nod frantically. “Okay, yes, fine, sorry, just don’t stop .”
To punctuate my order, I grasp him more firmly by the horns, keeping his head in place—not that he’s going anywhere. Every lick, every suck brings me closer to my climax. Within minutes, I’m hovering on the cusp of my orgasm, legs twitching, belly tight with anticipation. Then Dominic replaces his tongue in my pussy with two fingers and presses down , touching the plug in my ass through the wall of my pussy, and at the same time, sucks my clit between his lips and flicks his tongue over it.
My vision goes fuzzy, and I slap my hand over my mouth at the last moment, muffling my scream. The pleasure is overwhelming, and I keen, throat tight with emotion. Dominic knows exactly how to play my body to draw so much sensation from it. I let go completely, hips rocking up, fist clenching around his horn for support.
When he slows his movements, I collapse back on the couch, limp and spent. He chuckles and places soft kisses on the insides of my thighs, his palms caressing the skin of my belly and the slight roundness there.
“Are you okay?” he murmurs.
I release him, and he leans back to lick my wetness from his fingers and lips. I take a moment to stare at him. He’s so beautiful, my breath still stalls sometimes when he catches me unaware. With his horns and tail, dressed in his best shirt and tie, he looks gorgeous .
It also gives me an idea of what I want to do next.
He smooths my dress back down my legs, then stands and leans in to press a kiss to my forehead. “I’ll get you a glass of water. Give me a moment.”
But before he can leave, I grab him by the tie and tug him back down. “Not yet.”
His gaze darkens. He braces his hands on the back of the couch on either side of my head. “Oh? What?—?”
His words end on a choked-off groan as I push the image of what I’m planning into his mind. He’s always open to me, though we’ve perfected the way of communicating like this over the years. If I want his attention like today, I think about the image really hard, but otherwise, he’s learned to stay out of my head—and I appreciate it, because my thoughts are my own.
In moments like this, though, I love playing this game.
Dominic stands, his features harsh with tension. He unbuckles his belt and shoves his pants down. “Is this what you want, little mouse?” he asks, palming his already hard cock.
I slide from the couch to kneel on the carpet in front of him. “Yes.” I bat his hand away and close my fingers around his shaft. “I can’t believe you were going to walk away from me with this situation going on.”
He bites back a low groan as I thumb the twin piercings on the underside of his cock, then run my palm down to the base of him. With my other hand, I cup his heavy balls, rolling them lightly until they tighten and pull up.
Then I lean in and lick his shaft, curling my tongue around the broad cockhead. I slick him up, then dip a finger in his slit, where he’s already leaking precum, and bring the droplet to my lips. It’s sweet and spicy, exactly like my husband.
He shuffles his feet closer to me, and I know he’s about to protest because I’m teasing him, so I decide to put him out of his misery and open my mouth to swallow his cockhead. I breathe through my nose and take more of him until the warm tip of his dick touches the back of my throat.
The sound he makes is half growl, half purr, and his entire body vibrates with it. His fingers tangle in my hair, keeping me in place. He withdraws almost to the point of slipping out of my mouth, then thrusts back in. He’s careful with me, never demanding too much, but I love how he takes over and uses me, seeking his pleasure after he’s given me so much of it already.
“Your red lips look so fucking good,” he growls. “I love it when you wear red for me, baby.”
I peer up at him and think, I know .
He grins, his sharp teeth glinting in the low light. “Naughty.”
I retaliate by sucking hard on his cockhead the next time he withdraws, and his rhythm stutters, his hips snapping forward more quickly.
“Touch yourself, Gianna,” he commands. “I need your pussy wet and ready.”
I frown, gripping the base of his shaft with one hand, wondering what he has in mind. But I obey his order because that plug is still pressed so sweetly inside me, and the low vibration of Dominic’s body is doing things to me.
I reach under my dress, put two fingers to my clit, and roll it quickly. I want to finish with him, and I know he’s close. A moan escapes me, muffled by his thick cock, and Dominic hisses in a breath through his teeth, his fingers tightening in my hair.
“You’re a dream,” he tells me. “I love you so much.”
I can’t answer him, not right now, but I gaze up at him, and he smiles, because he knows I feel the same. I tell him every day, and I plan on continuing for the rest of our lives.
Suddenly, he pulls his cock from my mouth, spit and precum wetting his length. He moves so quickly, I can barely follow his movements, and kneels in front of me, then grabs my hips and moves me around so I find myself on hands and knees, ass presented to him. He flips up my skirt and groans at the sight of the plug still lodged in my ass.
“Gods, Gianna.” He touches the snowflake, tugging on it a little. “I need to come inside you.”
He’s already fitting his cockhead to my wet pussy lips, pushing forward. My mouth falls open on a gasp. The fit is always tight with how big his cock is, but with a butt plug, it’s much more snug. I adore how he fills me, so I rock my hips back, bearing down on his length. When the piercings drag over my G-spot, my hands give out, and I lean my weight on my elbows, panting with need.
“You take me so well,” Dominic rumbles. “I won’t last long.”
I shake my head, hair falling all around my face. “Me neither. I need it fast, Dominic. Fuck me, please.”
He curls his big body over mine. “As if I could ever deny you.”
Having him so close, protecting me while he fucks me so deeply, is incredible. Another dip, and he bottoms out, his thighs against mine. With each thrust, he nudges the plug in my ass, and soon, I’m keening under him, sparks dancing behind my closed eyelids. Then he draws back my hair and licks the bite mark on my neck with his rough tongue, and I shatter, pleasure pulling me under.
Dominic is right there, snarling his release, his hips bucking wildly until he grows still and only his cock twitches deep inside me, filling me with hot jets of cum. We stay like that for a long while he caresses my ass, my back, my cheeks, so tender where he was feral just minutes ago.
After he slips from me, he carries me to our bathroom to remove the plug and shower off the cum. He washes me gently, big hands moving over my skin with reverence, and I return the favor, marveling at the powerful slabs of muscle covering his body.
We check on Noelle and tiptoe out of her room, then place all the wrapped presents under our massive Christmas tree in the living room. When we’re snuggled up in our four-poster bed, with me tucked against his side, he finally relaxes, his tail curled around my thigh under the covers.
“I don’t know why I get like that,” he muses, staring at the ceiling.
I press my hand to his chest and toy with his soft fur. “Like what?”
He turns his head to the side and frowns at me. “I needed to come inside you tonight. Nothing else would do, even though I know full well I can’t make you pregnant twice .”
I chuckle. “Must be some kind of instinct.”
He hums, clearly disgruntled. “I don’t want you to think that I disliked what you were doing before.”
Surprised at his train of thought, I raise myself on my elbows and peer down at him. “Dominic, I know you like it when I suck your cock. You tell me so every time. And if you think I’ll complain because you put a stop to it and fucked me until I couldn’t feel my legs, you don’t know me very well.”
He grabs me by my hips and pulls me on top of him, then wraps his arms around me to squish me to his chest. “All right. But if you ever feel like it’s too much, you’ll tell me?”
I give him a serious nod. “Yes. I don’t see it happening anytime soon, but I’ll tell you.” Then I poke his chest and add, “And you have nothing to worry about. I knew what I was getting into when I married you. Hell, I knew it that first night. I love you, not despite your nature, but because of it. I love all of you. You know that, right?”
Dominic lets out a long breath, and I realize only then how tense he’d been. So I slip into the crook of his arm and get comfortable right there, one leg and arm thrown over him, claiming him as mine.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I tell him, then yawn, turning my face into his chest. “Now we should sleep. Noelle will be up in a matter of hours, and she won’t leave us alone until we’ve opened all the presents.”
Finally, he relaxes beside me. “That’s true.” He brushes a kiss to my forehead and hugs me close to his side. “I love you, Gianna.”
“I know.” I grin against his skin and lick his nipple just to be naughty.
A chuckle rumbles from his chest, shaking me. “If you don’t stop this, I won’t be responsible for my actions, and then we’ll have to handle a hyperactive child on Christmas morning on three hours of sleep.”
I send him a coy smile. “I’ll be good now.”
Dominic sends me a heated look and locks his arms tighter around me. “You’ve never been good a day in your life, Gianna Koch, but you need rest.”
Sighing, I relax. I know he’s right. I’ve been napping every afternoon, the baby I’m growing in my belly demanding its due. We haven’t learned yet if it’s a boy or a girl, and we won’t, not until the baby is born. Dominic likes surprises—something to do with his Krampus nature—and I wouldn’t spoil the fun for him.
His slowing breaths and the steady beat of his heart tell me he’s fallen asleep. Despite how cozy I am, I slip from under his heavy arm and tiptoe down the hallway, retrieve the last present I got him from its hiding place in the hallway, and tuck the small box under the Christmas tree.
He’s not the only one who bought a naughty gift this Christmas. Hidden in the present are custom silicone sleeves for his horns. I’d had them made by a specialty sex shop, where the human owner was very confused about the specifications—and the fact that I wanted two pieces, not just one—but in the end, it all worked out. I’d been thinking about giving them to him this evening, but I didn’t want to spoil his fun with the butt plug.
My ass twinges with the memory of how amazing it had been to wear his gift, and I debate with myself on whether I should wake him for another round of sex. But he’s sleeping so peacefully, I tuck myself in next to him and nudge him until he mumbles in his sleep and pulls me closer to his chest, spooning me from behind.
My eyes drift shut as his warm breath brushes the back of my neck. I can’t wait for tomorrow. It’s my Krampus’ favorite holiday. We’ll be woken up by Noelle shouting about Santa and presents, and after, we’ll have a snowball fight in the garden, surrounded by Dominic’s creations. I got my Christmas wish three years ago, and now every day is magical.
The End.