Page 47 of Scary & Bright

I followed his instructions and slowly leaned myself back on the wooden table, my legs dangling over the side. The moment my spine touched the wood, Krampus dug his nails into the sides of my ass and pulled me to the edge. He placed his hands behind each of my knees and held them apart, spreading me wide so he had full access to every inch of me.

I began to shake with anticipation as my hands reached down to grip the end of the table. I had no idea what he planned to do with me, but I was already so remarkably turned on that I couldn’t imagine what would come next. Suddenly, I didn’t have to wonder anymore. I looked at Krampus, and he looked back at me with mischief in his eyes before parting his lips to let his tongue loll out of his mouth. Within half a second, he was swirling the tip of his tongue around my swollen clit, and my toes curled in response. He nodded as my lower half tensed up in acknowledgment. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.

His cock was still locked behind his slacks, and my pussy became wetter and wetter as I imagined what he was hiding from me. I could tell it was big. Thick. I tried to lift my head up to see if I could catch a glimpse of the outline through his pants, but Krampus dropped one of my legs and reached forward with his hand, holding my head down by my neck.

“Be patient,” he hissed, snapping his tongue back into his mouth for a moment so he could speak. “Let me play with you a while longer.” He ground himself into me, reminding me of what I was waiting for as his long tongue rolled out of his mouth once more to lap up the arousal that was nearly dripping out of me.

He then lifted one of my legs up onto his shoulder, freeing up one of his hands while the other held my opposite leg even wider to compensate for the change in position. Slowly, knowing full well he was teasing me and taking his time, he placed a finger over my entrance, and I whimpered under his touch.

It was then that I understood I was not too proud to beg.

“Please,” I moaned, my voice animalistic and desperate. “I need you inside me, please, please…” Pure rambling nonsense. The need was almost painful, my body on edge, begging for more, more, more.

“You are ready, aren’t you?” he growled, inserting barely his first knuckle inside me. I tried my best to buck into his hand, using the grip I had on the table as leverage. My eyes were glued to him as he watched me struggle to satisfy myself, becoming more and more wild with desire as the moments passed.

“I want you to do something for me first.” He removed his finger from within me and dropped both my legs before gesturing for me to sit up. Krampus waited until I was sitting up to speak again. “I want you to get me ready for you. Get on your knees for me, little one…”

I was hypnotized. There was no longer a single cell within me that didn’t ache for him. Anything he asked me to do, I would have done. So, without removing my eyes from his, I slid off the table and knelt before him.

My breath was ragged as he undid his belt, and my mouth began to water at what I knew was waiting for me. My jaw opened in anticipation, and as soon as his pants were unbuttoned and unzipped, my hands shot forward to help him get them down low enough for me to see his manhood.

I knew he was going to be big. I didn’t know he was going to be huge. His cock was already at full attention. The base and his balls were covered in the same coarse hair that covered his goat legs, although it was sparser. The length of it, though, was more than I was entirely sure I could handle. I wrapped a hand around it and realized my fingers were unable to touch. I let out a moan that was half fear, half awe.

“Krampus,” I muttered as I slowly began to run my hand up and down the length of him, admiring the heat and smoothness of his skin. “I don’t know if I can… If I’ll be able to…”

“Shh,” he hushed me as he grabbed the back of my head and directed me toward his stiff cock. “Just get me nice and wet.”

I whimpered as I licked the bottom of his swollen head, trying to get as much of him in my mouth as possible.

“Good girl,” he muttered as he looked down at me. “Just like that.” He inhaled sharply as his grip on me tightened.

Knowing he was watching me made me want to perform. I kept both my hands pumping the base of him while I covered the head of his cock in my saliva, admiring the sight of his damp, pulsing head. A bead of his own fluid formed at the tip, and I licked it up gratefully. The process of tending to him was remarkably arousing and erotic. I wanted to please him, and the thought of getting him wet enough to slide his monstrous cock inside of me was enough to make me want to feast on him.

“Get up.” He demanded after a moment. “Get back on the table.”

Again, his requests were my pleasure to see through. I rose to my feet and was suddenly very aware just how aroused I was. My legs felt weak, and I was insanely aware of every square inch of my body, like I was feeling everything in high definition.

As I backed into the table, Krampus took a step forward to help me up and onto it. His thick cock was hard as a rock and pressed against my torso as he lifted me, reigniting the fear within me that he simply would not fit.

I laid back down again and Krampus resumed his previous position, my knees hooked over his hands as he spread me wide. Except this time, the head of his cock pressed against my soaking entrance.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asked, his lips raised in a near snarl.

“Y-y-yes,” I stammered, reaching the point where I was going to be entirely unable to form words if this foreplay went on any longer.

He moved my leg to hook over the crook of his elbow as he grabbed his cock with his hands, centering it in front of my sex. The vein in his neck throbbed as he pushed slightly to begin inserting himself into me. Immediately, I felt a rush of pain and pleasure, and I tilted my head back and rolled my eyes.

“Touch yourself,” he said, his voice like dark red wine and honey. “Play with your clit for me, little one.”

My hand darted between my legs. I knew part of the reason why he wanted me to do it was so that my further arousal might make it easier for him to insert himself fully. My anatomy wasn’t made for his, but more than anything, I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted to feel him explode within me, claiming me for his own.

Slowly, he pushed more of himself into me, being careful not to rush the process. My legs were spread apart so wide I thought they might pop out of their sockets, but the sight of his huge member spearing into me as his own face flushed with desire made it so beyond worth it. We worked like this together, and I celebrated every inch of him until he was fully inside of me.

“Look at you,” he mused as he carefully began to thrust his hips, taking great care not to withdraw himself too much. “You’re so damned tight, Holly.”

“And you’re…” I took a breath, the size of him making it hard to concentrate on anything else, “so big.”

I flicked my clit faster and faster as Krampus found his rhythm. My body had adapted to his, and now it was pure ecstasy watching him pump in and out of me with feral grunts. His eyes were wild, and if my assumptions of his body language were correct, it meant he was reaching his end.