Birched by the Krampus

by Siggy Shade

How the fuck am I going to touch myself if my hands are bound? His voice cuts through my thoughts. "Suck, little witch. Show me how you pleasure a god." His deep voice sends shivers down my spine, and I lick my lips, searching for what to say. "Yes, sir," I murmur, knowing full well I'm in way over my head. Then, I lean forward and run the flat of my tongue up his slit, finally getting a taste of his precum. It's sweet and creamy, with hints of nutmeg, vanilla... cinnamon, and bourbon. "Is that... eggnog?" I ask with a gasp. He groans, his hips jerking forward. "Cease your chatter, little witch, and choke on my cock." I swirl my tongue, licking and teasing him with slow, tantalizing strokes that make him shiver. He might be high and mighty and infused with ancient magic, but he's still a man—a man who can't deny my skill. Sucking on his slick head, I scrape my teeth against the smooth flesh. He whimpers, his breath turning ragged. "That's it, little witch. Show me what you can do." I open my mouth as far as I can, then take him inch by delicious inch to the back of my throat. His cock is so big, so hard, it almost hurts. Bobbing my head, I slide thick, luscious length up and down my tongue, making sure to explore every ridge and vein. This is incredible, and my arousal is almost too much to bear.