Birched by the Krampus

by Siggy Shade

To all the monster lovers who like it big and bulbous and bursting with eggnog.

"That's it, sweetheart," Stan says with a groan. "Take it out. Choke on my huge cock."

My fingers thread through a bird's nest of pubic hair, finding a shaft barely thicker than my thumb. Snatching my hand away, I fall back onto my ass. "What the fuck is this?" Stan looks down at me and frowns. "My cock, what else?"

I step out of his touch, brandishing the screen. "You told me that was your cock." "It is," Stan says, his tone clipped and defensive. "And you promised to suck me dry."

A laugh huffs from my throat. It's harsh and full of bitterness. "Where did you get the cola? A doll house? You are the worst kind of dickfish."

He yanks down his boxers, exposing a dick shorter, thinner, and measlier than a lipstick vibrator.

"Please, Sir. Please punish me. I've been so bad."

"If you wanted me scared, you shouldn't have bent me over that table," she snaps. "If you didn't want me so turned on, you shouldn't have started with the kinky bondage."

"Oral sex is only worthwhile if the cock is long and thick." "And human-shaped?" he says with a sneer. I flick my head toward my bed, where I keep a selection of toys on the nightstand. "The more unusual the better."

His sneer returns. "A puny little witch like you couldn't last a minute with a god, especially one of my immense girth." Girth? Heat floods my pussy, making my clit swell. I sweep my gaze up and down his seven-foot form, taking in the way his fur clings to his thick, ropey muscles. If his cock is in any kind of proportion to his size, then I'm screwed. In more ways than one. Fuck.

Movement flashes in the corner of my eye, and I glance down to find the longest, thickest, reddest cock, standing to attention. And it's shaped like an upside-down Christmas stocking.

It's shaped like what??? Lmaoooo

"Suck, little witch. Show me how you pleasure a god."

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

Dont fucking kill me

"Fuck, little witch, where did you learn to suck cock? You're taking it so well."

"Listen carefully, little witch. I'm going to fuck your throat, long and hard. Survive, and I will give you a reward."

Is the reward eggnog???

Just as I force myself to comply, the Krampus rewards me by picking up speed and ramming his cock in and out of my mouth.

Even better would be the chance of him splitting me open with that monster dick.

A few heartbeats later, his thigh muscles tighten, and he throws his head back and roars, flooding my mouth with warm, creamy fluid. It's rich and thick, tasting finer than alcoholic milk punch.

It was indeed eggnog

With a gentle hand, he wipes the semen from my chin, then plants a kiss on my forehead. An ache forms in my chest. When was the last time a man showed me any affection? Certainly not at the Council's foster home.

Lmaooo plzzzz

"Would you like me to lick that pretty pussy clean?"

She bucks her hips, displaying a pussy so glistening wet that my tongue unrolls itself and drifts toward her swollen clit. Her eyes go round, and her mouth falls open. "Your tongue... It's so long and thick." "All the better to please you with, little witch."

In truth, I want to plunge it inside her until she squirts, then replace it with my hardening cock, but I can't risk her life. It no longer matters that I found Natalia on the Naughty List. She's a very, very good girl.

"Good witches get orgasms." I run my tongue up and down her dripping slit, gathering up her sweet juices. "Witches who complain suffer red bottoms and twitching clits."

He wants his tongue back, but my pussy won't let go.

Killing me here

and I don't know why the backs of my eyes prickle with the onset of tears.

Girl bffr

One minute, I'm about to get fucked by the Krampus and his huge cock, then the next, I'm flying backward through my own chimney.

Oh my

A tiny part of me knew it was too good to be true. Every year, I send a message to Father Christmas to give me a man worth fucking. The moment I get a taste of his delicious dick, some force of magic pulls us apart.

"I'm sick of you bitches," Stan yells. "Making sexy promises, getting a guy turned on, then kicking him out."

Sir stfu

I need to send a message to Krampus. He has to know he wasn't ghosted.

Bffr..

"You touched what belongs to the Krampus!" he roars.

Tears sting the backs of my eyes. I've never felt safer.

"Krampus," I whisper, my voice broken.

"And you subjected her to the most heinous of spells. Stanley Baxter Arius, you have been a very naughty boy, and by the power vested in me by Christmas, I cast you into hell."

"This naughty boy touched you. No amount of birching will rectify that affront."

Some women might plead on Stanley's behalf and say that he should get another chance. Not me. What kind of man catfishes women with fake dick pics and then becomes murderous when they refuse to pay his expenses or suck his cock?

"You were under the care of a god. All you should have felt was comfort and pleasure."

I thought u were punishing her?

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

Sir

"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.

"About that... What are we?"

"Beg, and I will fuck you with my tongue. If you can handle its girth, then I may gift you with my cock." "Please, let me have you, Sir. Deep inside me."

"You deserve a change of scenery." He rolls out a long, red tongue that's as broad and as thick as my palm. "By the time I've finished fucking you with my tongue, every man who ever caused you pain will burn."

"What else can you do with that fur?" I ask. "Spread you open while I feast," he replies with a broad grin.

"Don't," I whisper. "You're pressing my bladder." "Then you will squirt." I shake my head. "Keep doing that, and I will pee." The Krampus chuckles, the sound low and rich. "Let it all out. I can take it."

"Let's see how well you hold up when my tongue inflates again."

Inflatable TONGUE

"There are no safe words in hell."

Strands of fur wrap around my crotch and breasts, forming a hairy bikini.

Ew

"Silence," Krampus roars. He places a hand on my thigh. "Natalia, give me the first name, and one of my dark elves will deliver him to your feet." My mind conjures up the image of the man who took my virginity, subjected me to orgasmless sex, and then cheated.

"Cut off their cocks and balls, roast them over the fires of hell, and serve them with a ketchup made of their blood," I say with a shrug. "Anything else?" he asks. "While they're enjoying their meal let them feel every ounce of pain they inflicted on me."

"Come, Little Witch," he says and steps through the portal. "Let's get you some cock."

"It's not loyalty," I snap. "It's love."