Yuletide Angel: Who will be known as Krampus

Memory of the past

He could only smile, crawling toward her open crotch, already drooling to lay on his stomach feasting on her.

She was the same as ever, beautiful.

Same as the first winter day they lay together. How she taught him everything.

It was at the height of his madness. When his mind was stirring only the image of neglect and abuse all over the world. Trying to choose whose sin was more worthy to be punished and who to be saved first.

Always on the world crystal bulb,on the lookout. Staying day and night until dust piled on him.

And they held him, hands in hands under the music of the river and chime of the oil lamps. They invite him in their bed, not as a joke this time, as a real and tender offer. For the first time he felt interest in the matter.

He, for the first time, understood what pushes bodies to lay with each other, what makes people want to bond in such a vulnerable and gross state. He discovered the beauty of gentle touch. How they made him enjoy living beyond existing, beyond fulfilling his Purpose. They opened their marriage for him when he was at his lowest. They saw something worth loving when his hope in life was long gone and only spite held him standing.

How they made him know this body was not only the vessel of a sacred duty, but also the bearer of his heart and soul. A heart and soul, like any other, deserving his share of good in this long route of unending existence.

How long he neglected his own heart to avenge others. How he never stopped to even discover the extent of possibility of his own form outside of fighting.

How, ever since that night, centuries ago, she was so pleased and amused of exploring his strange body. Embarrassed to be imperfect in front of their holy sanctity.

His Lady was so experimented with the art of pleasing the flesh to the point he could not believe it was not magic. The way she made the bulge at the center of his crotch, the useless bundle who never extended out of his flesh, rise out of his skin. Long, hard, warm and glowing. How they kneeled and, turn by turn, made it glow more and more under the worship of their tongue. Until she could no longer stand the presence of his curved sensitive shaft and use it to please herself.

And even if he had less than a month to live with them every winter, he found home between them ever since.

Tasting each night the holy and pure lust for him, crafting a bit of primordial heaven together in this simple room, sometimes in the office... a few times in the clearing by the forest or by the hot springs or that one time on the roof.

Tongue deep inside of her, roaring under her open lips, moaning each time his fingers deepened inside of his, oiling himself open wide.

His wings dropped on him, emptied of their force, resting on the ground around them.

Him, who heard the singing of the building of the World, who listened to the purest laughter of the universe could not imagine a sweeter sound than her praising moan, free and loud. Pumping from the core of her being, and echoing in the stone wall, unleashing soft waves of warmth on him.

He loved them since the day they met and loving them was so easy, he could not believe it wasn't part of his own Purpose to serve them as if the Ones made him to be used by them.

''I want to see you fuck him now'' She commanded, her finger grabbing one horn to push his mouth more on her.

He closed his eyes, wanting to feel it enter him. His large round tip peeking inside, and throbbing in his core. Brazing together into pumping a daunting, screaming pressure inside of him until his whole self unleashed.

''I got something I wanted to try... Something I made just for him'', he said, getting up.

''Oh you did some secret toy craft again?'', she said, two hands on his horns, keeping him deep drown in her dripping slit.

His eyes opened wide, whimpering of impatience and delight knowing this perverted toy crafter had already surpassed all the realm of his imagination before. What else could possibility exist to fuck him now?

''Oh wow... Nicolas... you surpassed yourself... you should make me one too... smaller'', she said.