There Arose Such a Clatter: Tales from the Naughty List

by C.M. Nascosta

“I wonder how much of a punishment it is when your cunt is dripping, sweetling.” The fingers pushed into her were rough, and she cried out again, more worried about the claws slicing her open than she had been about her tender ass, but they seemed absent as he coated his hand in her slick.

Instead, thick fingers rubbed circles against her, finding her clit and trapping it between his knuckles, pinching it until she cried out again, quivering in pleasure.

The peppermint sticks had been purchased on a whim, thinking she’d use them as stocking stuffers for her son and niece. They were squat and fat, the size and circumference of cigars, and she knew exactly what the creature planned as the cellophane wrapper was shredded.

push the peppermint stick into her mouth, moving it over her tongue until it was sufficiently wet, pulling it from her lips and pressing it to her clit in one fast movement.

When the candy cane breached her, Aubrey said a prayer for her vaginal flora and bit her lip. Being fucked with a candy cane was not something she thought she’d be able to boast about when she began her baking that morning, but wonders never ceased.

Aubrey followed his garnet gaze to the hand of unpeeled ginger on the counter, and a shudder moved through her as the beast smiled wickedly.

“I want to hear you scream, dear heart,” the monster purred, flipping her to sit on the edge of the table, moving to stand between her open legs before rubbing the ginger through her slick folds, circling her clit.

A pinch to her clitoral hood from his thick fingers forced the swollen pearl out, his laughter a pitch-black curl as he pressed the ginger to it.

It took several minutes before she began to feel it. A slight tingle, a tickle of nerves that did make her squirm, heating steadily.

It burned, fire enveloping her clit, and she loved it, loved every fucking second of it.

He began to roll the ginger over her throbbing pearl again, to ensure the burning did not immediately subside, and it was over.

the ginger plug was coated in her slick, well-lubricated as it pressed to her ass, and this too she knew well.

His cock was thick and bright red, the same scarlet of his glistening tongue, with a bulbous head and ridged underside. It was bigger than any she’d had before . . . at least, a real one.

“Suck,” he instructed, jerking her hair, an unnecessary but appreciated show of force.

The pre-come that pearled at his cock-tip tasted like fiery hot cinnamon candies, and she laved him with her tongue, enjoying the flavor and the slight burn.

said suck,” the Krampus snapped, pulling her head roughly, forcing her to swallow his cock, leaving her gagging.

Her scream choked around his cock as she was seized with a burning agony, the ginger in her ass feeling like a lit fuse.

Krampus began to laugh then, black and terrible, forcing his cock a little further down her throat.

She gagged when the cock in her throat pulled back, shrieked when she was lifted with inhuman strength and spun like a doll, and sobbed when her ass came down to sit on the edge of the table, forcing the ginger in a little further.

She gasped when his cock filled her, his goat-like hips pistoning with urgency, and his long tongue unspooled once more, curling around her clit with ease.

His moan of pleasure was obscene, his claws digging painfully into her hips as he buried himself deep within her. Oil seeped from the plug, making her scream anew, and the cock within her exploded, filling her as he groaned.

At first, it had been a way to keep their footwork neatly matched, but her pelvis pressed to his wide hips in an unexpectedly delicious way, one that soon had her seeking the friction even as they glided in a straight line. A tilt of her hips, a quickening in her steps, and soon she was able to keep the pressure as if their bodies were fused.

She gasped when he turned abruptly, taking advantage of her momentary bobble to grip her leg by the knee, lifting it over his soot-black hip, opening her in a way that made her see stars as he ground their bodies together.

Her undergarments were flimsy and thin, and the spread-open lips of her sex were pressed flush to the coarseness of his furred body, rubbing against her as he continued the waltz without her.

Davina was reminded of illicit afternoons in her youth, sitting on the corner of the dryer as it tossed and rumbled, bringing herself to weak orgasms before she even knew the word for the physical sensation she experienced.

What is that silly saying? Spare the rod, spoil the child? Well, the same is true with ambitious little wives. Spare the rod, and she’ll cause all manner of trouble with her excess energy. Keep her well fucked, and she’ll be well-behaved.

She could feel that rod, rising up between their bodies like a club, hot and thick, pressed to her front.

She was wide open now, his swollen member flush against her slick folds, and as he turned at the corner of the room, she was able to feel the ridges on his cock, sliding over her swollen bud in a way that made her cry out, desperate for completion.

The first raising of her hips was almost enough to cause her to lose her grip on his neck as she slid, the swollen lips of her cunt wrapped around the equally swollen rod of his cock, the weight of her body making her drop like she was sliding down a fire pole.

Her shame was lost then, the pleasure of his ridged cock against her clit the only thing in the world that seemed important. Davina humped against him like a beast, as mindless as an animal, chasing a wave of pleasure that seemed increasingly in her reach.

She didn’t have a chance to react when he lifted her, guiding the bulbous head of his cock to her opening. “I’m going to stretch this hungry little cunt of yours,” he smiled, a flash of fangs and glimmering red eyes, “and fuck you the way you should have been fucked all along, sweetling, hard enough to knock the naughtiness right out of you.”

He fucked her like a toy, gripping her hips and raising her up and down the long, thick length of his cock like a sleeve.

Her muscles contracted painfully around him as she came a second time, a wail that cut through the swelling strings, clenching around his cock and flooding him in her heat, the room spinning wildly. She cried out again when they dropped against the staircase, the lights of her beautiful tree nearly blinding her. It was his turn to rut her like a wild animal, fucking into her hard enough that it nearly made her teeth rattle.

He came in an explosion of burning heat and her legs seized at the pressure of it, the obscene, sloppy squelching of their bodies drowning out the music as he thrust through his climax.

She was able to feel him filling her, overflowing her, feeling his hot release running down her thighs and pooling under her ass, spoiling her dress. When he pulled out, it was like unstoppering a bottle. His spend gushed out of her, her muscles spasming anew at the unexpected emptiness.

Her hair was long and thick, and he would curl it around his hand like Santa with his reins, using it to direct her head as she sucked him like a grocery store candy cane, a favorite evening activity, holding tight as he pushed in further, not allowing her escape as she gagged.

and as she stood over the sizzling pan of oil, wearing nothing but the scant apron he insisted upon, he would take her from behind, pushing her closer and closer to the hot stove with every thrust of his cock. He would empty his balls inside her with a grunt as the hot oil popped, occasionally catching the creamy globe of her barely-covered breast, making her yelp.

Days at a time would go by when he didn’t raise his branches to her at all, when he found no reason to pull her hair or punish her for minor misdeeds, taking his pleasure from her body and giving her equal pleasure in return, using his long tongue on her daily. He would lick her clit as he fucked her, enjoyed the moment when her pleasure crested and her sweet cunt tightened around him, would empty within her without feeling the need to slap her ass as he did so, had begun to prefer that exact coupling!

Two had marveled over his horns as their tits swung in his face, while another had stroked him beneath the surface of the water, tiny hands straining to span around the girth of his dark red cock.

He tickled their clits with his long tongue and rutted each of them in turn until his cock was satisfied, his hot release sizzling in the water that lapped around his hooves as he staggered to the waves.

I would use your mouth like a cunt, like a toy for my pleasure.

Is that what you want, little one? For your throat to be my cock sleeve? To have my burning cum running down your chin while I spank your ass raw?”

It was so rare that he was surprised by anything anymore, but the audaciousness of this little creampuff left him speechless as she reached out and cupped his balls, as brazen as any horny workshop elf. He

His cock thickened in its sheath, and its red tip would be begging to peep out if she kept this up, necessitating him to go back to his room and drag her along to be his afternoon’s amusement.