Birched by the Krampus

by Siggy Shade

It's sweet and creamy, with hints of nutmeg, vanilla... cinnamon, and bourbon. "Is that... eggnog?"

"Cease your chatter, little witch, and choke on my cock."

"Your tongue... It's so long and thick." "All the better to please you with, little witch."

It no longer matters that I found Natalia on the Naughty List. She's a very, very good girl.

"Tell me every man who has ever touched your delicate flesh," he snarls. "I will cast them all to hell."

"Krampus—" "I like it when you call me by name," he rumbles. "Why do you want to hurt all these men?" "You're mine," he says. "Any man who has come before me must perish." So, he's possessive.

"Cut off Stan’s cock and balls, roast them over the fires of hell, and serve them with a ketchup made of his blood," I say with a shrug. “The others get to stay and watch.” "Anything else?" he asks. "While Stan’s enjoying their meal let them all feel every ounce of pain they inflicted on me." "Excellent." Krampus snaps his fingers, summoning another quartet of elves. "Make sure these wretched humans suffer the prescribed punishments."

Us. Her words bring a lump to my throat. I have never been with a woman long enough for there to be an 'us,' yet here she is, embracing the fact that we have a future. Swallowing hard, I press a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Thank you, Little Witch."

"You're my little witch," he whispers. "I will fight for your honor until the end of time, and protect you with my dying breath. The only male who will ever touch you again is me."

"You belong to me, Natalia," he says, making gentle scratches on my arm with the tip of his claw. "My lover, my submissive, my little witch. Mine forever." "Forever."

I relax into his embrace and sigh, feeling like I'm the heroine of a fairytale. Every year, I begged Santa for a man with a huge cock, when what I really wanted was a monster who could love me until the end of time.