7. Christmas Day
CHAPTER 7
CHRISTMAS DAY
H e certainly doesn't deny it. And as though he’s sure that I’ll willingly bend over or lay down on one of the workshop’s workstation tables or even left Ruprecht heft me up and take me against the wall… as though he’s sure that I’ll do exactly what he demands of me, he’s already dropping his red Santa pants down by his knees so that he can get his hand on his cock.
It’s not as nice as Ruprecht’s I notice. He has a patch of white curls covering his junk. It’s thicker, but not as long, and it’s already as red as his nose in its semi-erect state.
He laughs again—”Ho, ho, ho!”—before bracing his boots and telling us both, “Whenever you’re ready to begin.”
He’s so sure… and that’s because he knows I have no choice. The rules of Blackmoor are different. Anyone who faces the monsters… the beasts… agree to do whatever it takes to survive the three days.
I got the waaaaay wrong idea. I really thought it meant evading them, outrunning them, dodging them before they could attack. Not in a million years did I ever guess that, to beat them, I’d have to sleep with one.
It all goes back to that damn birth control… I had no idea, but after how easy it was to be intimate with Ruprecht yesterday—and how I would’ve fucked him last night, no doubt, if he’d agreed to it—I guess it was inevitable that I’d end up with a little monster dick.
But that’s the thing. Of the two Christmas twins, only one of them is a monster to me. Spoiler alert: it’s not the one with claws, fangs, and horns, either. Santa is more than happy to jerk off as he watches his brother take me, but despite Ruprecht’s assurance that Nicklaus wouldn’t touch me after he did, I don’t buy it.
There’s something about him. The way he so mentioned needing another bride after his elves gleefully told me about what happened to the last one… no. No way. I’d rather the demon who was sweet and protective and who treats me like I’m precious than the two-faced Santa who would take me, break me, then discard me because I’m just another one that forest gave to him.
But Ruprecht… he wants me .
I look away from Nicklaus. The big demon is walking back and forth on his hooves, obviously distressed.
Ah, hell. I mean, I thought he did.
I lay my hand on his chest. Through the warm flesh, I feel his heart beating rapidly.
I give him a smile. “You don’t have to do it,” I murmur, keeping my voice low. “Between the two of us, we can take him. He can’t force you to have sex with me because of these arcane rules. Besides, I’ve only got a few more hours. If you’re worried about me, I’ll. be fine.”
I always am.
His expression softs. “It’s not that, liebling. If there’s anything I want you to be sure of, it’s how much I want you. How I’ve craved you since the moment I saw you enter my territory, and how that need has only grown since I’ve had your taste. Claiming you in front of Nicklaus… in a way, he is me. A part of me, a part of our legend. Our lore?—”
Okay. “If that’s so, then what’s wrong? I mean, I’m not the biggest fan of having an audience when I’m with someone, but, like you said, he’s you.” And if I try to convince myself of that, maybe this won’t be as weird as it is… “Besides, I have my gown, and you have a wide back. If he stays over there, we’ll have a little privacy.”
His eyes flash, a rare display of temper from Ruprecht. “He won’t see anything you have to offer, Josie. I vow it.”
So he wants me. He’s possessive enough that he doesn’t want Nicklaus to see me, though he doesn’t mind if he watches part of the act.
But if that’s so… what’s the problem?
He tells me a moment later.
“It’s just… my brother gives to good girls. I punish them. I can’t punish you .”
“Sex with you wouldn’t be a punishment,” I tell him.
“I want to believe that,” Ruprecht murmurs in answer.
Right. Only there’s no tea in sight, is there, and I’m pretty sure Nicklaus won’t allow Ruprecht to use his Krampus magic to conjure up a quick cup. Not when he’s muttering, telling us to get on with it.
The only way to show him that is by showing him.
Dipping my hand under my gown, I swipe two fingers through the slick wetness that’s seeping out of my pussy. Despite how just the idea of Nicklaus is enough to dry me up, when it comes to Ruprecht, I can’t deny that I’ve been aroused by him from the beginning.
Taking my hand back out, I show him how my fingers glisten with the moisture of my juices. His long, pointed tongue flicks out, the entire length reaching for my fingers.
Holy fucking shit. I thought his tongue was maybe eight inches tops. When Ruprecht licks the moisture from my fingertips, his demonic tongue is nearly double that.
And I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life when his eyes burn nightly with desire as his laves my fingers clean.
After that, Nicklaus is a far away buzz in my ear. Let him watch. Right now? I don’t care so long as Ruprecht can use his tongue on me again.
Well, after the schawnz I’ve been dying to try out, that is…
“Come here, demon,” I say throatily, backing up until there’s some kind of structure supporting me. I’ve gone a little weak, and my bad hip’s flaring up again, but nothing— nothing —is going to stop me from letting him take me.
Not even Nicklaus, who—damn it!—decides he just has to open his fucking trap again.
“Ruprecht,” he announces, stealing my demon’s attention right as he took his first few steps toward me. “The lore has given me six missus, one each time my legend is changed. This is the first time you’ve stolen one.” Is it just my imagination, or does Nicklaus actually seem kind of proud about that fact? With a nod in my direction, he says in a far-less friendly of a tone, “If you want her, take her. If you want to keep her… remember who you are. Who you and me… who we’ve always been.”
I’m not sure what exactly that is supposed to mean, but Ruprecht does. As if Nicklaus’s last taunt is enough to finally break the metaphorical chains still holding him in place, keeping me from him, my demon shoves his linen pants down and stalks toward me.
Fuck. that look on his face right now… I’ve never seen anything sexier. Like he’d devour me if he could, but he’s also desperate for me to know that I have nothing to fear from him. He’s a demon, not a monster, and when he lifts me up so that my bare ass is sitting on the nearest wooden workstation table, he’s gentle as he tugs me forward, urging me to throw my arms around his thick neck as he lifts my skirts up.
He did exactly what I hoped he would. In this position, with my legs dangling around his thighs, my massive skirt covering most of what’s going on beneath him, he can grip his cock and line it up with me without Nicklaus getting a good view of his brother fucking me.
Ruprecht also has me seated so that I’m taking my weight off of my hip, all while he’s pulling me closer to him. I can’t help but gasp when the scalding heat of his cock nudges my pussy, but instead of second-guessing what’s about to happen, all I want to do is help him find his way.
Everything he said has led me to believe that, in this incarnation as Krampus, he’s never been with a mortal before; maybe not even a female, either. It doesn’t matter. Some things are instinctive, and once he finds my entrance and I murmur to him that he’s right there, he pushes.
I swallow a breath as he eases the first few inches inside of me. This angle is a new one for even me, and with his height, he has to widen his stance a little to line us up. Once he has, feeding me even more of his cock, I bury my face in his naked chest so that Nicklaus doesn’t get to witness just how much it’s affecting me to be stretched out by Ruprecht’s dick.
It’s fucking awesome . It’s warm, the precursor of peppermint making me tingle on the inside, and if part of me is screaming about a possible yeast infection, I quiet it because, right now, I don’t care. I honestly don’t care if Ruprecht’s peppermint jizz fucks up my balance because this feels just too damn good to stop.
And that’s when he finally bottoms out inside of me and I have to muffle my scream against his pec.
“Josie?” His voice is tender yet strained. Quiet, as though he also is trying to keep Nicklaus out of this moment.
I rub the heel of my feet against the back of his taut thigh. “Keep going,” I pant out. “I’m okay.”
He nuzzles the top of my head with his beard. “And you wouldn’t lie to me, would you, liebling?”
“Never,” I vow, and a second later, when Ruprecht withdraws, then pushes himself back inside of me, it became more of a squeal. “Never!”
Never… or at least until tomorrow morning when I have to go.
But that’s tomorrow.
Tonight?
I’m going to enjoy the rhythm he’s starting to build. Thought it’s awkward at first, and I have to hook my leg around his waist to keep myself from sliding all over the table, I cling to him as Ruprecht becomes more sure of his strokes. He fucks me harder, growling under hsi breath as I squeeze him, and I’m sure he’s going to explode before I do.
I wouldn’t mind, either. This is about him, and if I need to get off after, I’m more than willing to go back to his cottage and let him do wonders with his tongue. A true sacrifice, I know, but for Ruprecht, I would do it?
But as though he can sense I need a little more stimulation—or maybe he’s figured out I have a bit of an obsession with his pointed tongue—because, during one particularly fast-paced fucking when I closed my eyes to enjoy it, I sudden sense something hot and wonderful on my clit.
My eyes snap open. Glancing down, I squeal again as I notice his long, pink tongue stretching out of his mouth, disappearing under my skirt where it’s currently doing something magical to my clitoris while his schwanz wrecks my pussy.
I’m so done. A fucking prehensile tongue? Why in the hell would anyone choose Santa over Krampus? Like, really? With a gift like that?
There’s no contest. Within a few seconds of my Christmas demon adding his tongue to the mix, I hit my climax.
As soon as I gasp, coming around Ruprecht’s dick, I’m brought back to reality when I hear Nicklaus grunt over the sounds of our bodies slapping, then shout out loud, “Merry Christmas!”
Talk about a buzzkill. It’s like he splashed a bucket of ice water on me.
Did he…did he really just shout ‘merry Christmas’ as he was coming?
Considering Ruprecht immediately withdrew his tongue and slowly stopped thrusting once I climaxed, and now that he’s still, I can see jets of thick white spunk shooting out of his cock—and, yup, there’s the scent of peppermint in the air—right before he finishes. With a satisfied grin on his face, and that predatory glint in his eye, he tucks his spent cock back into his blood-red velvet pants.
At the same time, Ruprecht pulls his still hard cock out of me, an obvious sign that he’s considered the act done.
His brother is certainly pleased with it. Smiling widely… wickedly … Nicklaus says,
“The girl is clearly your Christmas present this year, brother. But what about Jospehine? She’s been such a good girl after all, I think she deserves a gift.”
Huh? I haven’t gotten a real present since the Christmas I was twenty. A few gift cards or bottles of cheap wine here or there from my co-workers and neighbors, maybe, but that was about all.
And… it looks like I still haven’t when Nicklaus conjures up a small wooden box with a closed lid about the size of my phone.
I can’t find a hinge on it, and when I try to pry the lid off, it doesn’t budge.
Why am I not surprised?
“It doesn’t open,” I tell Nicklaus pointlessly.
“Not yet. But, when the time is right, it might.”
Gee. Thanks. Tossing the wooden box onto the table behind me, I cock my head in his direction. “What about you, Nick ? Doesn’t Santa get a present?”
He chuckles under his breath. “Looks like I’m still holding out for my next missus. But until then… the show you put on with my brother was good enough, Josephine Marie. For this year, you’ve definitely made my nice list.”
And all I got is a box I can’t open. What the hell?
Catching my curious—and pretty much annoyed—stare, Nicklaus puts his finger alongside his nose. With a wink of his eerie blue eye, he bobs his head and poof! He’s gone.
“Ho. Ho. Ho!”
Good riddance.
I’m slick with Ruprecht’s sweat, smelling like a musky candy cane though I know he hasn’t had the chance to finish yet, but as soon as Nicklaus vanishes, Ruprecht pulls his linen pants back up and over his erection.
I don’t know what exactly to say about that, so I blurt out the first thing that passes through my mind; I guess I’ve gotten used to just spitting out the truth—and I do.
“I don’t like your brother.”
Ruprecht chuckles, just like I hoped he would. “Mortals love Santa Claus. But the Toymaker… if he wasn’t kin, I wouldn’t like him, either.”
“He’s a freak,” I add. “He watched us fuck.”
“I beg your forgiveness?—”
Screw that. He’s hard, I’m still left wanting, and if my demon only did that because he felt compelled to… maybe he needs me to come out and proposition him myself.
“That’s not what I’m getting at, R. He watched us fuck, but he interrupted us before you could come.”
“Josie?”
I pat the table. Hell, his creepy ass brother watched as he banged me on the wood, christening it. That was for Nicklaus. I need this to be for me and Ruprecht.
No matter what happens after this… if he wants me to stay like Nicklaus did or I start to wonder ‘what if’… I want this for us.
The look of longing on his face says that he wants nothing more than to work his way back inside of me again. His cock is still hard, reddish and coated with evidence of my arousal for him. Even with an audience, I couldn’t deny how attracted I was to him.
I still am. I want to fuck Krampus—but he’s still hesitating.
I pull a small frown. “Ruprecht?”
“I don’t want to punish you.
“I’m not concerned that you will,” I tell him honestly. “Krampus has to be the punisher. That doesn’t mean Ruprecht is.”
“You don’t understand,” he says apologetically. “It is my instincts. To fully release in my mate… to form a bond… I need to tap into my demon side.”
Okay. I guess I get that.
“Will it hurt?”
“Never,” he vows. “I would never hurt you, libeling. If anything, I might be a little… wild.”
Is that all?
Hey, if he’s not going to break me like Nicklaus wanted to, I’m game for anything.
“Hang on.” Shimmying to the side of the table, I sit up and scoot, giving Ruprecht my back. “Do my buttons, okay?” I glance over my shoulder. “Can you do that with your claws.”
Ruprecht waves his hand. Using magic, the dress slackens as the buttons down the back of the bodice spring open, the front cupping forward,
Wow.
“Impressive. Though, next time, save us a little time and just get rid of the whole thing. ‘Kay, R.? Good.”
Before he can answer me, I hop up, shake off the gown so that I’m completely bare, then hold up my hands.
Ruprecht’s mouth falls open when he gets his first look of me naked.
“Come on, demon,” I tease, cupping my breasts so he can get an even better peek. “Let’s see how wild you are.”
His eyes sparkle with need—and desire. Bowing his head, he grips me carefully around my waist with his claws, then angles his head so that his horns are in my reach.
“Hold on, alte liebe. And I will show you just how much your demon wants you.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. Grabbing his horns, using them to hoist myself up and wrap my legs around as much of him as I can, he uses his strength to move me easily back the table.
My ass isn’t even on the wood before he’s back inside me, moving at a pace that has me just a teensy bit worried about splinters in my ass cheeks—but, I promise you, it’s worth it.