Epilogue
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the castle, not a creature was stirring, except for my mate, as I woke her from her slumber with my cock, feeling her walls tighten around me as she let out a somnolent moan.
I wrap my arms around her naked body, gently cupping her throat and pressing her against my chest, my fingers swirling over her swollen clit.
“Kryx,” she moans, her mane of curls wild as she presses her head back, her sweet scent wafting into the air. “You’re a fucking bastard.”
I chuckle as I bite into the crook of her neck, my teeth sinking into her skin, once again marking her as mine and making her come before she even opens her eyes.
Her moans shift to sharp pants and whimpers as I take my time, letting my piercings tease her G-spot and keeping her on edge.
Her nails dig into my arms as her hips buck back, and I tighten my hold on her as that familiar tingle races up my spine.
I slam my cock into her, growling as I fill her needy cunt with my cum, not letting a drop escape as I press deeper into her.
She grinds her hips against me, clenching her inner walls as she reaches behind her, gripping my nape.
“You are far from finished,” she rasps as her nails scratch the back of my neck.
“I didn’t intend for you to wake from your slumber so soon,” I say cunningly, nipping at her ear. “I need to use more of my magic on you now that you’re my demon queen.”
I turn her onto her stomach and gently pull out, our mixed cum dripping and sliding down her inner thighs like a work of art.
I lower myself, running my tongue from her cunt to her ass, smearing our desire across her skin and tasting us as I grip her hips.
Her arms are outstretched, her fingers gripping the sheets as I devour her from behind.
Her body heats as she presses her face into the pillow, her screams of pleasure causing the down feathers beneath the silk case to flutter.
We've been like this for days, locked inside my castle, showing her my side of the North Pole and only slipping away when my duties as Krampus call, but not before sending her to one of our dreamscapes. When she’s awake, she has been exploring every part of her new home, from the vast library to the lurid dungeons below, where I took the opportunity to shackle her to the wall and show her exactly how I punish my prisoners—though she seemed to enjoy her punishment much more than they ever did.
Naughty girl.
She befriends the ice giants who guard the gates, along with the snow fairies that take care of the castle, mimicking the jobs of the humans that Nick steals, but with much better working conditions.
She has fit right into life in this desolate land, bringing warmth and light to this drafty castle, all of which my faithful servants seem to be enjoying.
She’s not as frightful as she makes herself out to be.
Her cabin in the woods has been concealed from humans, protected by wards that cause them to unknowingly avoid it, allowing her a place to bask in the sun when the seasons change in the lower lands.
It’s also a safe place to bring her mother, whom she has been looking forward to seeing tomorrow, on Christmas Day.
Evelyn doesn't remember her time with Nick or the pain she endured due to Clara’s intense jealousy, which is for the best. However, she is aware that he’s Nicolette’s father and that Krampus is her mate, which I showed her through a dream.
I could glamour myself into a human form, but it was easier to bind her to secrecy and reveal Nicolette’s new life gradually.
Evelyn has been living worry-free, as we ensure she has everything she needs, and she continues to reside in Nicolette’s childhood home.
“Kryx,” she growls. “Do not think of my mother while you’re inside of me. She will have your full attention tomorrow, but tonight, I’m all you should be thinking of.”
I chuckle, purring as I spread her legs, forgetting that she can now wander into my mind, just as I can into hers. “Apologies, little vixen,” I whisper softly as I kiss her inner thigh. “I’m looking forward to the feast tomorrow with your mother, but tonight, I plan to feast solely on you.”
We're in the honeymoon phase of our mating bond, which can take centuries to settle, and I plan to make the most of every moment. I might have been the one born a demon, but she is just as wild as I am. Her transformation has only made her naughtier, and while she’s been behaving herself, I don’t think it will be long before she insists on coming with me to enact a punishment.
And when that day arrives, I’ll be as giddy as a kid on Christmas.
I pull away and climb up the bed, lying on my back next to her.
She whimpers in disappointment until my shadows curl around her waist, lifting her and prompting her to sit on my face, where I spear my tongue into her cunt and continue my feast as I slap her ass.
She grips my horns, gliding her palms over them, stroking them like my twitching cock.
I feel the cool sensation of shadows on my wrists as they twist around and pull my arms down, pinning them to the bed while she continues to ride my face. She’s ensnared me in her web of shadows, taking from me just as I took from her for a decade. And there’s nothing I wouldn’t give her.
So goddamn naughty, my little vixen.
She lifts herself and turns, settling back onto my face as her hands slide down my body and grip my shaft, a shadow pressing against my ass.
“You’re not the only one who gets to feast,” she purrs, lowering her lips to my cock, flicking her tongue over the tip before swallowing me whole, her shadow plunging into me.
I snarl as I struggle to lift my arms, my fingers itching to touch her and play her like a fiddle, but the shadows hold me in place.
“Tell me that I belong to you, Nicolette,” I beg into her mind while feasting on her dripping cunt, her spit coating me and sliding over my tightening balls as she works her naughty mouth up and down as her shadow fucks my ass. “That I’m yours.”
“You belong to me, Kryx,” she says, her tendrils brushing against my mind as she gags around my cock, her fingers gripping my thighs, her nails digging into my skin. “And only me.” Her voice is low and husky, her desire dripping with every word as her cum trickles down my throat.
“Again,” I plead, my pleasure building, setting my body on fire as we find our rhythm.
“Tell me again.” I could overtake her with my own shadows, feeling their presence as they wait around the bed, but this is like living a dream.
I'm usually the one in charge, and I never thought I'd let anyone dominate me, but there’s no one else I’d rather be at the mercy of than her.
“You are mine, Kryx,” she croons, “Your heart. Your body. Your cock. It’s all mine.”
I growl, letting the vibrations flow through her, rumbling the room as she moans, doing the same to me. My vision blurs, ecstasy pumping through me as my cock jerks, my cum cascading down her throat as her own desire coats my face, pooling on my tongue and warming me like the sweetest of wines.
She rises, lifts herself away from my face, and spins around, straddling my chest. She runs her fingers across my lips and then brings them to hers, sucking them into her mouth and tasting herself—a queen on her throne.
“You are oh so naughty, little vixen,” I say breathlessly, the shadows slowly releasing my wrists, allowing me to run my hands up her body, palming her breasts, and playing with her nipples. “And it’s the only list you’ll ever be on.”
She lowers herself, where I capture her nipple between my teeth, and she lets out a gasp, my hands roaming over her curves, and settling on her hips as I glide my still-hard cock between her folds. “Merry Christmas, Krampus,” she says as she lowers her face and brushes her lips over mine.
“And to a very naughty night,” I reply with a twinkle in my eyes, wrapping my arms around the only gift I’ve ever wanted as my shadows tie her up with a bow.