Page 34 of Scary & Bright

“Do you want one or two fingers?” I asked, wanting to hear the sound of her voice when she was turned on this much.

“Two,” she said, her voice absolutely ragged with desire.

I placed two fingers just outside her begging entrance, teasing her for a moment. As much as I wanted to feel her cum on my hand, and as excited as I was to give her that physical release, I selfishly wanted to draw it out as long as possible. This sensation of feeling in complete control of her pleasure was beyond erotic. The more aroused I was, the filthier my thoughts became. Holly began to whimper again, whining for me to take action, and I obliged.

She cried out as I plunged into her with two fingers. I kept my pace steady, enjoying the sight of her lost in ecstasy, but I wanted more. I wanted her absolutely feral. I wanted to command such a vicious orgasm from within her that she wouldn’t have the words to describe it. I wanted her utterly and entirely undone.

There was one final thing I could do without crossing the threshold of full-blown sex. Call it a bit of a secret weapon. I almost had to hold back an impish snicker as my tongue lolled out of my mouth. When I became Krampus, I’d experienced massive physical changes. Goatlike legs, hair down my spine and arms, pointed teeth, yellow eyes, and finally, a tongue so long that I could taste her sweetness without having to shove my face between her legs and disrupt my view.

I flicked her clit with the stiffened tip of my tongue as I continued working her with two fingers and watched with pride as her toes curled. With the new sensation, she tilted her head forward to see what I was doing. Much to my surprise, her eyes widened as she saw my freakishly long tongue, like she couldn’t believe her luck. Immediately, she began to tighten around my fingers, and her breaths got quicker and shallower with every moment, so I knew she was toeing the edge of her orgasm, about to burst.

“Uh-huh,” I said, unable to form real words, but wanting her to know I was absolutely loving every bit of this.

“I’m going to cum,” she said quietly, her voice barely able to muster a mumble.

I nodded in encouragement before speeding up both the delicate flicks of my tongue and the pumping of my fingers.

I gripped my cock with my free hand, still hiding it under the covers. I was so hard, so far gone in my own arousal, that the moment I touched myself, I knew I was going to bust alongside her.

Then, like a volcano erupting, she cried out, her voice cracking with desire. I didn’t stop pumping my fingers in her, nor did I stop circling her clit. If I had any say in it, she would never stop cumming. I wanted more. I wanted her to be nothing but an exhausted, delirious puddle of Holly by the time I was done with her.

She came once and arched her back so hard I thought she might snap in two. It was a glorious thing, hearing her moan as I lapped up every bit of her. I kept working her, touching her, licking her, trying anything I could think of to keep her in the throes of orgasm until she came a second time, her innermost walls tightening around my fingers.

I came as she did, unable to stop myself from spilling my seed into the blanket. To watch her writhe in pleasure, shuddering with orgasm as goosebumps erupted over her arms and thighs was my absolute undoing. As she slumped into the bed, all her energy spent, I gave myself a moment for my member to return to its normal position and pretended to toss the comforter off the bed for purely temperature-related purposes.

“Should we have done that?” Holly asked with her eyes closed between heavy breaths. “I mean, not that I didn’t enjoy it because, holy shit, I definitely did. I just…”

“Dislike the idea of letting yourself be too vulnerable?” I asked, feeling confident I was filling in the gaps for her because I was feeling the exact same way. “Or that all of this is going to disappear before you’re ready?”

“Doesn’t it have to, though?” she continued, rolling herself over onto her side to look at me. She lazily pulled up the thin flat sheet that had been shoved down to the bottom of the mattress, covering her naked bottom-half. “Doesn’t my fate—our fate—end with you killing me with enough time for your brother to prepare for Christmas Eve?”

Something about the post-orgasm bliss must have catapulted her there, to a place where she could easily talk about things that were inherently horrifying or painful with ease.

And it caught me off guard.

“It’s strange you can talk about it so nonchalantly,” I responded, trying to draw out the length of time between her asking the question and me having to figure out how to answer it properly. “Does it not bother you? Do you want to die or something?”

“No, not at all,” she said, rolling onto her back again with a sigh. “Actually, the idea of dying is completely and utterly horrifying, and I’ve done my best to pretend it’s not happening, but I know it is.”

“How do you know that?” I asked, challenging her confidence.

“Because I saw that memorial outside, Krampus,” she said quietly, closing her eyes. “And because I’ve already tried to run once. There’s nowhere for me to go, and it’s like I said earlier. It’s not like I’d exactly be running back to a life worth living. So,” she opened her eyes again and turned her head to me, “what choice do I have? I just keep telling myself that it’s for a good cause.” She smiled in the way she always did when she’d said something she knew was darkly funny and was just waiting for my reaction.

There she was, the Holly I’d only grown more and more attracted to. Even when things were bleak or uncomfortable, she would find some way to turn it into a snarky, humorous moment.

“But what if we just… don’t?” I suggested, feeling like now was a perfect time to tell her that, just like she had resigned herself to dying, I had resigned myself to absolutely not doing that under any circumstances.

“Krampus,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes, “you made it pretty clear you don’t have much say in the matter.”

“I have plenty of say,” I assured her.

She reached over and pulled gently on my iron collar for a brief moment before ringing the jingle bell that hung from it.

I could have used the moment to tell her about the purpose of my collar, but the last thing I wanted was for her to worry about me and my own consequences. Ultimately, my incredibly loose plan included me flat-out refusing to hurt her under any circumstances. There was always the hope that perhaps the Spirit could bring me someone else, but I wouldn’t know that until the timer ran out. It was impossible for me to contact the North Pole—not that I thought it would do me any good to ask for a different person off the Naughty List.

“Look,” I said, deciding enough was enough, and I needed her to hear me. Really hear me. I reached over and tucked a length of her blond hair behind her ear. “I know you don’t believe me, and I understand why you don’t. You know the situation here, and frankly, I’m not entirely sure I would believe me, either.”

She blinked hard, as if she were trying to will away the looming threat of tears.