Yuletide Angel: Who will be known as Krampus

Come have a taste

For this night he was not a torturer of hell, he was not a punisher of any sort. He was slave to their touch, doll for their pleasure, subservient pet for their impulses. Ashamed of needing their fingers on him, disgust of his weak heart Guilty of his inability to cope on his own, to have been broken by the loathsome quest he was set on.

The Sweetness incarnated she was, opened the vest over his chest, sliding between his legs button after button.

Nicolas circled behind the chair, removing one by one the jewelry he bore. The ring on his horns, the large gem on his chest.

She fell between his hooves, knees on the ground on the last button until her hands unlaced his pants. He straightened, closing his eyes while Nicolas unbuttoned the slits in his back. His tail naturally wiggled under their attentive touch.

''Oh look at this adorable bulge we got here'', she said, her thumb brushing on his hard cock everytime her finger looped around the lacing.

Krampus nodded. Unable to argue tonight, to talk back, to lead in any sort of way.

He had seen so much horror.

The best day of their year,the worst of his.

He just wanted to be home again.
Light , warm, unharmed and shieldless.
Raw and simple again. Like the first years of his life. Knowagain a bit this bliss, existing out of reach from harm and evil.

And this peace only existed ever again with them.

His skin was freed of covering, all his abomination naked in front of them. His dark brown fur legs with chipped hooves. The fur blended into the hairy legs of a man where a long curved cock stayed, standing hard and proud in the middle of his body. The purple tip glowing slightly under each pulses. His scaled tail, wiggling of shyness under the chair. His torso, sculpted by years of fighting and flying where large black feathered wings emerged trembled of impatience. He took a candy cane on the table and rolled his long red hair into a bun.

His breath pulsated the fireplace, one inhalation at a time.

She grabbed the base of his cock, her warm tongue glazing spit on his shaft looking at his tearing begging eyes. The tears poured away the relentless suffering he built up inside of him. Nicolas grabbed his chin from behind:

''Go on... beg Mommy to be fucked'' Nicolas said in his pointy ears.

''Please'' Krampus begged, closing his yellow eyes, leaking out the beating anger and dreadful disquiet out of his heart...

Nicolas gripped on his throat with his rugged hand, with the strength of the craftsmen he was:

''Fuck me please Mommy'' Krampus whimpered.

She licked just under the sensitive rows of ribbing of the curve of his cock, her breath barely brushing on it:

''Fuck you how Love? Tell Mommy what you want?'' She said.

He closed his eyes, feeling the step into this blissful land in his mind, abandoning to their play:

''I ...middle...tonight...'' Krampus murmured.

''Middle what, my angel? Explain to Mommy?'' She said curling her thumb full of drool around his bundles of nerves.

Knowing his cock was glowing more and more under tantalizing touch. He cramped, claws gripping on the armrest of the chair, his horns heating under the tease:

''Say it... I know you can''Nicolas said behind him. ''We know how much dirty words are, so hard for you. But you like it so much''

''Mate with me Nicolas...Your cock...in me'' Krampus said, feeling the last thread of hold on his holiness burning away ''Hard... and harsh... and mine... shove deep inside of you... hidden away in your warmth... Please... Mommy. Let Daddy breed me''

He gasped. It was indeed more than difficult for him. They had sex for centuries, they had been married for years before trying and still, he was barely able to say it at loud. To put into words his carnal desire, to fuel this instinct which needed so much trust, so much love and so much submission to even think of having an erection.

She nodded and put her tongue just on the tip of his ribbing. Brushing slightly, barely moistening the little bubble of skin all around his glowing cock.

''Good boy...'' She said, putting her hands on his thighs to get up.

She unwrapped her robe, grabbed the rim of her tunic, and in a moment, she was naked in front of them. She nodded at Nicolas standing behind him and walked toward their room.

They both stumbled, Nicolas slipping under Krampus' wings which he had a foot on. They smiled as he helped him get up. They grabbed hands walking toward the room.

Her voluptuous curves are hallowed by the blooming light as she bent down putting small logs in the hearth, flickering her fingers so the cedar leaves and herbs sticks caught on fire.

Humans worshiped her as Goddess of home and hearth for a period of time. Even though he knows for certain, Ones as the humans believed never existed, he knows if someone, from all the holy beings he saw in his life, if someone should be a One , it would have been her.

Their wife was glowing like the ancient fertile figure she was. Her silver waves curl draping on her body like flames of crystal, catching the light through it, projecting small rainbows all around the room.

Nicolas wrapped his hand in the bun, his long red hair, like a leash to lead him, pushing him down. He dropped on his knees on the woven carpet by the nesting bed, his tail wrapping around Nicolas's legs. He looked up at his husband. His tattooed fingers wiped a tear on his face, his spinel eyes gleaming with worries. Krampus nodded and Nicolas smiled softly;

''It's gonna be alright... we are here for you tonight'' He said.

As they had been for the past centuries.

She stayed close to the fire, lifting her arms gracefully and she floated, the bedding sliding from the bed frame poofed under her.

She layed back down, smiling. Her figure was a shadow in front of the blooming fire. She opened her legs, laying back on the pillow:

''Go on... ''she said tapping inside her thigh next to her core ''come have a taste''