Chapter 5 #2
Holy shit. My mouth waters as I imagine what he might taste like, and I start to pant as the pleasure between my legs intensifies with every thrust of the handle, matching his rough strokes up and down his length.
He pulls the handle out, flips it in his hands, and slaps the flogger against my clit.
The sudden pain causes my eyes to roll back and my body to convulse as I come instantly.
I scream as he does it again, each time a little softer as I ride the wave of my orgasm.
I draw in a ragged breath, my body trembling as he keeps me tightly bound in his chains and shadows.
The mattress dips as he leans onto it. I can hear his soft grunts and look down to see his cock glistening, the veins bulging as his strokes become erratic.
His head falls back slightly before he lets out a growl, his cum shooting across my abdomen, sliding down my skin, and cascading over my pussy.
His dark eyes seem to lighten as he looks down at me, licking his lips and huffing in a deep breath, causing his large chest to expand.
“Such a dirty girl, covered in a demon’s hot cum.
” He growls, running his fingers over my skin, smearing himself up to my chest and all over his fingers. “A fucking mess.”
He leans further forward, smearing his cum-coated fingers across my lips. And as if on instinct, I open my mouth and stick out my tongue, licking them clean. I groan at the taste of him and begin to salivate at the thought of swallowing every last drop.
What has fucking come over me? Is this one of my fucked-up dreams?
My body is begging for him, and my mind strains as if I should recall something about him that has been lost in the darkest corners of my mind—an echo so faint, as if the wind is carrying it away.
“You like that, don’t you, little vixen?” He smirks. “I’ll have to remember that for next time.”
Next time?
The shadows suddenly vanish, followed by the chains, leaving my legs and arms to go limp. My body is nothing but gelatin, making it impossible to run, even if I wanted to.
He slips off the bed and steps back, admiring his handiwork.
He smirks and rounds the corner, lifting me and carrying me to my small bathroom.
His corded, muscular arms hold me high above the floor.
He gracefully ducks through the doorway, his horns nearly grazing the doorframe, and carefully sets me down.
“Clean yourself up, little vixen. But hurry, I don’t have all night,” he says, his heated gaze looking me over from head to toe before the door clicks shut behind me.
I turn to look at myself in the mirror, and my cheeks heat at the person staring back.
I’m covered in cum—his smeared across my chest and stomach, and mine dripping down my thighs.
My fiery-red hair is tousled in all directions, and my face and chest are flushed, giving my cheeks a rosy glow.
The curls around my face are tight and damp, a sheen of sweat glistening across my forehead.
I step away from the vanity and look down, the bite mark on my leg bright red, with all the blood licked clean from it, making it look like it’s already healing.
I think about how it will scar and shake the insane thought of wanting it to leave a permanent mark. It’s fucking insane to want to have a mark left by a demon, especially by Krampus... er, Kryx.
While yes, he bears similarities to the horrifying depictions of the monster that allegedly steals naughty children and whips them, he is nothing like the stories we’ve been told.
Has he been stalking me for most of my adult life, and has he broken into my dreams?
Yes, but he isn’t looking at me as if he wants to kill me or drag me to Hell; instead, he seems to want to destroy me in a very different way.
Even his depthless eyes don’t look at me like a monster’s would, but as if he’s been starving through a long, cold winter.
I turn on the shower, letting the hot water pour over my body and wash away any traces of him. I can’t help but think what would happen if I let it soak into my skin, seep into my bones, and fuse to my soul. Would it poison and kill me or bring my tattered heart back to life?
I quickly scrub myself with my loofah, not wasting any time, my pale skin reddening, watching as the suds slide down and circle the drain.
After a few minutes, I step out of the bathroom in my robe, and I am met with his hard, muscular body leaning against the doorframe.
He gives me a once-over, his eyes flashing.
Without a word, he scoops me into his arms again, this time holding me close as we head back to my bedroom.
The cabin is warm, with a fire that has clearly been rebuilt, along with the wood burner in my bedroom.
He gently lays me onto the bed as if I’m a swaddled baby he’s trying not to wake.
His touch is tender as he pulls the covers over me, brushing my hair away from my face.
He snaps his fingers, and all the lights go out, leaving only a soft glow from the fires.
“You can stay if you want,” I say, my voice low. “I promise not to bite... unless you want me to.” I give him a wink, letting my lips pull up into a smirk.
He stands as still as a statue, his muscles hard as stone as he looms over me. “Sleep, little vixen. You’re going to need all the rest you can get.”
I open my mouth to object, but he lifts his hand, unfurls his fingers, and blows a long breath across his palm. What looks like glittery snow floats through the air, prickling against my face as it lands on my cheeks. Almost instantly, my eyes grow heavy, and the room starts to darken.
My body relaxes into the mattress, and the pleas for him to stay fade on my tongue as sleep overtakes me, pulling me into darkness. The same darkness that swirls through his eyes, snuffing out the hellfire that burns within them, leaving me to sleep in heavenly peace.