Chapter 20
Chapter
Twenty
Krampus studies my face. “You crave the punishment.”
I feel naked under his gaze. I turn my face away, but his other hand grabs me by the chin and forces it back toward him.
“I need it,” I whisper.
“Or what?”
“Or…” I shake my head. “I don’t know.”
He grips me harder in response. “Yes, you do. Why do you want to be punished?”
I shut my eyes, unsure what to say. The hand between my legs grips me harder, and I groan, lifting my hips. I want to grind against him, but he holds me too tightly, making it impossible to move.
“Why do you crave punishment?” he demands again. “Tell me.”
“Because I deserve it,” I burst out. My eyes fly open, and I look up at him. “Because it is the only way I can be forgiven.”
“You think I am the one who needs to forgive you?”
“No,” I admit. “But… I need to be punished to forgive myself.” It’s hard to voice it aloud, and tears gather in the corners of my eyes.
I blink them away and gaze up at him, knowing my desperation is written all over my face.
My mind flashes to Adrian’s severed head, the crossbow bolt sinking into Theodora’s neck, Karl’s limbless body, Louis falling in the snow.
All of my lies and deceit and thievery over the years.
I need the cleansing pain that only Krampus can give me.
I need to know if I deserve to live after all that I’ve done. “Please.”
Krampus relinquishes his grip on my chin. A moment later, his hand retreats from between my legs as well, leaving me aching and unfulfilled. His tail swishes behind him, but the rest of him remains stonily still.
“Take off your clothes,” he says.
I suck in a surprised breath. Glance at Louis, still unconscious on the ground beside us.
Then I rush to unbutton my coat, fingers fumbling in their eagerness.
I shrug off the bloodstained fabric and tug my dress over my head.
Next, I unclasp my bra. My nipples harden in the sudden cold, and I feel Krampus’s eyes on me.
I toss the bra aside and then slowly reach down to discard my panties, the last thin barrier of clothing.
I kick them to the side and stand in front of the massive monster utterly naked, vulnerable and shivering in the cold.
“Get on your knees.”
I lower myself to the ground, wincing as my knees hit the biting chill of snow. For a moment, Krampus merely gazes at me there.
“Crawl to me,” he says.
The demand floods my body with pure heat, chasing away the frost. I place my trembling hands in the snow and move toward him on my hands and knees.
By the time I reach him, I’m shaking with both lust and cold.
I sit back on my heels again, swallowing hard as I see the bulge of his arousal through the loincloth he still wears.
Sensing my gaze, he grabs the piece of fabric and rips it off of himself.
His length springs free, thick and dark and throbbing. I gasp in genuine shock. I imagined the size of him would be impressive, but this is beyond my expectations. He’s so big, it sends a jolt of genuine fear through me.
He grins as if reading my thoughts. “Beg for your punishment, Diana.”
Despite the fear racing through me, my lust rises to match it. I genuinely don’t know if I can handle him, but I am determined to try.
I look up at him, making eye contact as I deliberately run my tongue over my lips. “Please,” I say, my voice coming out half whimper. “Give me what I deserve.”
His massive cock hardens more, right in front of my eyes. “Show me how badly you want it.”
I shuffle forward on my knees and wrap my trembling hands around him.
With both hands, I can just barely encircle his shaft.
He lets out a growl low in his throat at my touch, and I suck in a small breath.
He’s hot and heavy in my palms, soft skin over steel-like hardness.
I slowly run my hands over him, from base to tip, and then work my way back down.
As precum gathers on his head, I rub my hands over it and then stroke him again, faster, with the slickness aiding the motion.
I lick my lips, gaze darting between the glorious length in front of me and his face looking down at me. There’s no way I can fit this thing into my mouth without breaking my jaw, but God, I want a taste. I lean in and slide the flat of my tongue over his slit.
Krampus lets out a low grunt that sends heat throbbing between my legs. I release him with one hand, reaching down to touch myself, but he instantly grabs my wrist and jerks it back up.
“Have you forgotten this is a punishment?”
“S-sorry.” I press my thighs together, trying to suppress the needy throbbing between them, and focus on working my hands over his length again.
He releases my wrist and cups the back of my head, pushing my face toward that massive cock.
“I… I can’t…” I whisper.
“Try,” he demands.
I take in a shaky breath and open my mouth as wide as I can. With my jaw straining, I manage to take in just the tip of him, swirling my tongue around his head.
Still, his hand urges me forward. Breathing hard through my nose, I lift myself up on my knees and force myself to take in more, more. Saliva pools in my mouth and tears spring to my eyes as I choke on him.
I’ve barely taken any of his massive cock, but Krampus rewards me with a moan that vibrates all the way down his length.
My hands continue to work his shaft as I lick and suck at the sensitive head.
Soon, spit is dribbling out of the corner of my mouth and down my chin, and I’m gasping and teary-eyed with the effort of pleasing him.
I forget the sting of snow against my knees, my body laid bare in the cold.
Everything but his cock filling my mouth and the greedy ache of my own need.
He pushes my head down again. I didn’t think it was possible for him to go deeper into me, but he does, as my throat spasms and tears stream down my face.
I can’t move, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but take it as he slowly fucks my face.
He holds me there for a second, two seconds, three, till the lack of oxygen starts to make my head spin, and then releases me and pulls out of my mouth with a wet pop.
I gasp for air, my face a mess of tears and spittle. He swipes a thumb under my eyes, licks it, and grunts in approval.
Then he grabs me around the waist with one massive hand and throws me over his shoulder. I yelp in surprise, and he gives me a firm smack on my bare ass for squirming. I’m still sore from my earlier spanking, so I whimper and lie there, dizzy and upside-down, as he carries me into the nearby cave.
I take one last glance back at Louis, lying unconscious and bloody in the snow.