This is a Chris Jackson original story and is not to be shared or reposted without my permission. All characters are fictional, and 18 or older. This content is for mature audiences only.
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Cornelia Eicke had heard as many stories about Krampus growing up as she had about Santa Claus. Coming from a traditional German family, of course she had heard about the contentious spirit.
Cornelia believed in Santa about as much as she believed in Krampus. They were kids’ stories, meant to influence behavior. Nothing more. Or so, the 28-year-old Nel thought.
She worked at her dad’s tree farm during the holidays. Of course that was the busiest time of the year, and they had seen a resurgence in traditional tree sales. People wanted to avoid plastic. They wanted an authentic smell and to be trendy. That was more than fine for the Eicke Tree Farm of Pennsylvania.
It was December 23rd, known to many, including Nel’s family, as Krampus Night. But to naïve Nel, it was simply two days before Christmas. One day before New Years Eve.
Nel’s dad was the owner of the farm and busy lot. They were slinging holiday trees left and right, but he had gone home sick. He said for days he was feeling ill but had toughed out as much as he could. The business—and the money—was just too good for him to miss, to slow down on. And Nel hadn’t had a lot of experience running the operation by herself yet.
So, there she was at 9 p.m., closing the lot down by herself. The seasonal employees who helped get the trees, who aided happy families to move the trees, were done for the night. Nell had counted the till. Credit card receipts were all stapled together, organized by provider company.
All Nel had to do was lock the gate and check the perimeter to make sure the lot was empty. She wanted to make sure no one was locked in the giant show yard overnight. They’d have to call the cops or hop the chain-link fence to get out after she went home.
So, pulling up her big girl pants and pulling her knit beanie over her ears, Nel set to work. She used the sturdy iron chain and lock to close herself in. Nel would have to unlock it to let herself out again, but she had to make sure no one would get in or out without her knowing.
With the gate secured, she began the tedious process of checking the football field-sized lot.
It was eerie, a few miles from town, alone in a miniature curated forest. Yes, Nel had locked herself in. But anyone left behind were locked in as well. It would be her job to escort them out. People get lost. Sometimes they wanted to vandalize. Who knew why someone would choose to stay in a tree lot after closing? Nel didn’t know why, but her dad swore he’d seen it happen a few times.
The job was a little intimidating, given she was 5’6 and an attractive blonde woman. Her large flashlight, belt-holstered taser, and pepper spray did help her feel a little more secure. She had never taken self-defense classes, but having four older brothers all much larger than her made her feel more at home against opponents larger than her.
Sure, that had only been sibling rough housing. But her oldest brother was on his university wrestling team; her brother closest to her in age was a bouncer. So, she was confident that she would be okay.
Nel began to feel more at ease the closer to the back of the show lot she got. She even whistled a Oh Holy Night to herself as she started to make her way back.
But that was when she heard it. Jingle bells. Clear as the stars above her.
Bells would be quite a common thing to hear so close to Christmas. But she should have been the only one around for two miles.
Nel rolled her eyes when she thought she had solved the prank. “Very funny, Fred!” She called out, hoping it was just her brothers fucking with her. “Where are you hiding, Robert?” Nel tried for her other brother.
No response. But she heard the bells jingle again. And it sounded like a fair amount of them. It wasn’t just two little brass bells clinking together. As it jiggled again, there were clearly a lot of bells.
Nel swallowed and slowly moved her flashlight towards where the bells sounded like they were coming from. She strained her ears to hear, listening for it again.
There it was, the jingle-jangle. But that wasn’t the only sound she heard this time. It was followed—no—accompanied by the heavy and metallic rattle of chains.
“What the fuck?” Nel cursed under her breath. “Philip, if that’s you, this is very un-fucking funny!” the shaking blonde screamed into the not-so silent night.
She still couldn’t see anything, but every time she heard the clanging of chain, the tingle of bells, it was from the same direction. And closer. Nel had never heard sleigh bells sound sinister before.
If it was her brothers, this was their cruelest and longest drawn-out prank to date. There was something in the air; foul, and sour. This didn’t feel like her brothers.
Perimeter checks be damned. Nel was getting out of here. She pulled the taser from its holster, and she began to sprint. She felt like she had never moved faster in her life. Not even running track in high-school and college.
After what she judged to be 20 yards, Nel skirted to a stop. And she listened. Of course, she heard it again. The dragging iron. The singing bells. But… it couldn’t be. They weren’t moving any faster than they had before. But they were. Still. Closer.
Nel told herself this couldn’t be real. She sucked in another deep breath and hurled herself forward. She was genuinely feeling like whatever was happening was a threat to her life.
As she ran and pumped her arms like the trained athlete she was, something else caught Nel’s attention. Somehow, she was still no closer to the gate, to freedom, then she was before she started sprinting. Like she was on some huge, mocking conveyor belt.
Nel truly began to wonder if this was a nightmare. She had to be sleeping, right? But in dreams, she couldn’t usually smell. But quite the smell hit her as the chains and the bells got closer.
She smelled fire, smoke, sweat and tree sap. The tree sap made sense. But the rest of it? And the sweat couldn’t be from her. It was too pungent. Too odorous. It didn’t smell like her. The smell was too musky. Like man. But… different?
And then her blood froze under her skin when she heard the deepest, gravelliest voice she had ever heard. It said, “Böses Mädchen!” Bad girl.
Flawless, but scratchy German. The words sounded like they came from a throat that had never spoken before. If she survived the night, she would forever hear that. Böses Mädchen!
Terror gripped Nel too deeply for her to move. She was petrified even as she heard the footsteps. The damned footsteps. Loud. And stomping. Chains. Bells. “Böses Mädchen!”
It was like Death himself was coming for her. And it spoke Deutch. Just like her grandmother and grandfather.
It all started to connect. The bells, chains, the smells, the German. This had to be the most elaborate Krampus Night prank she had ever been subjected to—and there had been a few.
Nel swallowed and tried to find her nerves. All 5’6 of her stood her ground, hands on hips, face stern and pouty. She would face down whoever this asshole of a jokester was.
But… what about the conveyor effect? That wasn’t how these pranks worked. She kicked herself for believing, even for a second, that this could be more than someone in one hell of a suit.
She swallowed again, knowing she fucked up, when the stomps were louder. But the words, Böses Mädchen weren’t louder. Like they were sent straight to her head as if through implants.
And then she saw it coming out of the blackness, a lantern in its… paw. It’s massive, clawed paw. This couldn’t be a suit. They didn’t make suits that big. Not with real bear claws. Not with real rams’ horns. And the big, black eyes that stared at her? Those weren’t glass. They were pure obsidian.
Well, Virginia, if there was a Santa Clause, there would have to be a Krampus. And he was here for Nel.
Nel blinked as she stared into the two orbs of abyssal darkness. The hulking creature covered in matted, charcoal-colored wool stared back. Black lips snarled, showing sharp, intimidating fangs.
“Böses Mädchen,” the beast said again, but this time, it came out like a purr? And then its dragon-like tongue came out from between cruel teeth and licked those black lips.
Nel’s heart pounded. It was going to eat here. It was going to devour her for being a bad girl. But… Nel didn’t think she deserved being eaten alive.
Yes, she watched a little too much porn, and some rough stuff at that. She read too much smut. Nel had been late once or twice because she lost track of time while pleasuring herself, but ahead never hurt anyone. She wasn’t a bad person. The girl just had a vice. Surely that wasn’t worthy of being eaten by this monster!
No. This wasn’t fair. Nel wasn’t going to just lie down and give in to this fate, this monster. So, she ran. She showed it her back, and she ran.
Unfortunately for Nel, as fast as she was, the horned devil was much larger. Much faster. Not to mention, he wielded a hook at the end of an impossibly long chain.
Nel heard what sounded like airplane propellers picking up speed from behind her. Before she could look over her shoulder, cold metal wrapped around her ankle and pulled her leg out from under her.
Shrieking, the blonde woman was pulled back towards the heartless monster. Her gloved hands offered no traction. All they did was save her fingers from getting torn up on the ground.
The poor woman got to her hands and knees, the chain still around her ankle. She tried to crawl away, but a heavy—and fluffy—foot on her back stopped her.
Krampus didn’t squash Nel. He didn’t push her flat. He held her there… in position. Why hadn’t he killed her yet?
Nel stayed there, frozen. Waiting for… something. And she didn’t feel what happened next. No. She simply heard it. The sharp tear of fabric. Then the release of pressure on her backside.
What? Nel asked herself. Then the same sound, but quieter, less pronounced. She took a deep inhale and shuddered when sharp claws ran over the taut skin of her ass. Her bare ass. Krampus had cut through her jeans and panties with just his claws like they were wrapping paper.
Sure, Nel was terrified. But the way Krampus’s big mitts and sharp claws traced and caressed her beautiful, exposed flesh? It was also causing her to experience a warmth she did not expect to feel.
When Nel tried to look over her shoulder to see what the furry brute was going to do, she heard a snarl. A warning growl. She wasn’t allowed to look.
Nel something rustling behind her. It sounded like something moving through the brush. But it was directly behind her.
She remembered the stories. The wicker basket filled with birch switches. Her fear became closer to realized when single hand torn the back of her jeans further apart, exposing more of her pale ass.
The switch game down with a subtle sting, making her bite her lip. It wasn’t as hard as it could have been. Not from something Krampus’s size. The swat was almost… teasing?
A second lash came down. On a different part of her ass. Did Krampus not understand how spanking for punishment worked? Was he trying to get her excited? What the fuck was this big furry oaf doing?
The swats kept coming. Faster but never becoming more than a little sting. Nel was madder about the snow melting into her jeans. The more her skin became flushed and heated from Krampus’s “punishment,” the less she noticed the cold.
“Böses Mädchen.” Krampus said again, his voice more mocking than displeased or angry like when this started.
The spankings stopped, but it was too late. Nel was already panting, starting to sweat. Heat was building in her stomach. A wetness between her legs. She was his bad girl.
Some conflicting thoughts went through poor Nel’s head. Her first thought was that she couldn’t believe Krampus was real. She also couldn’t believe that Krampus had torn her pants wide open and spanked her. The biggest problem was that she liked it.
Maybe it was from too much smut, or her size kink, but… she was damned wet.
And Krampus sniffing in the air made Nel wonder if he was figuring that out. His foot moved off her back. The sound of sniffing intensified. And then she felt his breath on her goose-fleshed ass.
“Oh my God,” Nel breathed. His breath was hot and fanning across her skin as he sniffed. Inhaled her scent, her musk. Could Krampus feel her heat?
Something long, wet, and bumpy ran over the globe of her ass.
“What the fuck?” Nel hissed and looked over her shoulder successfully this time.
Krampus was on his knees, partially hunched over. The longest tongue she had ever seen was… was licking her! Krampus was staring deep into her eyes while lathering her round ass with his tongue!
Nel stayed there, on hands and knees. She knew she couldn’t escape. She was beginning to not want to.
Krampus was big, terrifying, kind of smelly, and brutish. But his tongue was wicked; he was feral, and in that moment, he seemed obsessed with Nel.
That long, thin, and curling tongue of his had worked between Nel’s ass cheeks. She gasped and shuddered as the horned creature of myth growled. That tongue slithered up and down her ass crack, making her moan. Not in pain like she had expected this meeting to go when they started.
Krampus began sniffing the air again as his tongue hardened and circled around her asshole. Despite being the biggest tongue she ever felt, it also had the most control.
Nel’s toes began to curl in her boots, in her wool socks. Horrible Christmas monster of legend was real, in the flesh, and… licking her asshole.
She couldn’t help but moan as that devilish tongue stopped rimming and started to push. It was focusing, tapping and worming against Nel’s asshole.
“Oh shit,” the blonde cursed from all fours. She lowered her head in willing submission and relaxed. She pushed out against him, letting the demonic tongue slip inside. “Oh my God!” She groaned.
Krampus chuffed like a bear, satisfied that Nel was taking his “punishment.” Her sounds of pleasure hit his tipped ears. But he was mistaken, thinking that they were whimpers of pain.
“Oh my God!” Nel bellowed as she pounded her fists on the hard packed snow. Krampus’s tongue was inside her ass, surging and circling, licking her out so good. But the naïve best thought she was being tortured!
Nel bit her lip as Krampus’s tongue burrowed further up her ass than she’d ever felt something go. But it was real; hot, fleshy, and wet. Better than any sex toy she had.
And then it slid out of her. “N-no! Don’t go,” Nel quietly pleaded. “I was getting close!” She said, shaking.
Nel was quickly reminded of the chain around her ankle when Krampus tugged on it, flipping Nel over onto her back.
“Böses Mädchen?” Krampus asked. It wasn’t a statement this time, but a question.
Nel’s heart pounded. “Y-yes. I’m still a bad girl,” she said. “I still need to be punished more.” She bit her lip and leaned back.
Krampus’s face flashed with anger. His bushy brows fell over his cobalt eyes. He raised a massive leg and kicked out towards the little blonde laying on the snow.
For a moment, Nel feared she had miscalculated. She thought the nasty brute would kick her cold in the face. But no. He swiped the long claws of his foot over her puffy North Face jacket and tore it easily. The zipper didn’t matter anymore.
Nel looked down to see her skin was unmarred. But her shirt under it was also torn. The center strap of her bra was no more than a thread.
The stunned woman laid there on the hard snow, frozen herself, as that incredible tongue slithered out. Krampus didn’t even have to bend down. Didn’t have to get to his knees. His tongue was like a python as it moved just like a snake. It licked up her torso from her belly button to between her breasts.
Nel held her breath as the impressive red organ slipped under her shirt, rubbing against the underside of her breast.
“Oh. Holy shit,” Nel gasped in awe as Krampus’s tongue around and tugged on her nipple. “I’m such a horrible girl,” she moaned. “I deserve this. I’m such a dirty slut. I definitely need to be punished,” she mewled and arched her back, giving herself to Krampus’s justice.
Krampus’s body shook with righteous indignation. He fell to his knees in front of the needy woman and pulled her torn top layers apart. His large, marble eyes drank in her bare, pale white skin.
Even as Krampus’s tongue left her now pebbled nipple and went to the other, he smiled.
The words didn’t leave Krampus’s mouth, but they still entered Nel’s head in his voice. “Braves Mädchen.” Good girl.
Nel’s eyes widened and her mouth went slack. Krampus wasn’t as stupid behind those onyx eyes as he seemed. He knew what the game was, and he seemed happy to play.
While his tongue went back and forth between teasing and pulling her nipples, his fierce claws found the rip he had started. With seemingly no effort, he tore Nel’s jeans from the crotch up. His big, gnarled, and taloned fingers worked like scissors. He slashed and tore through her jeans, going around the damned metal zipper like he was afraid to touch the material. Like it would burn him.
As for Ms. Nel, she could only lay there and writhe, one-part ecstasy, one-part awed mess as Krampus made her jeans look like a shredded mess. A simple obstacle he was not amused by.
Krampus’s eyes wandered around the war-torn area that used to be Nel’s pants. The legs were the only part that seemed functional.
Chaps. Instead of taking her pants off, he made her chaps.
Nel could only marvel at that for so long, because Krampus’s midnight-black eyes were laser focused on Nel’s drenched, exposed cunt.
Krampus reeled his tongue back in like a tape measure and then shot it out like a gecko.
Nel cried out, head falling back when Krampus whipped his tongue back out, lashing her pussy with it. And then he did it again. Krampus was whipping Nel’s sweet little pussy with his impossibly long tongue.
Fuck. She had never been wetter. She had never been owned or used like this before. And she wasn’t sure she ever wanted to go back to vanilla after. Between cruel but intoxicating lashes of his mouth’s muscle, Nel had to laugh. She sounded insane in her head; ruined for all men by Krampus.
Krampus might not have even known the things he was doing to Nel; how good it felt, what it was awakening. That wicked, sinful, and punishing tongue of his was coming down on the inside of her thighs, her pussy and clit like a flogger. Every lash sent a jolt of shameless pleasure to her clit.
Never in a million years did Nel think she’d have an orgasm from being whipped. And with Krampus’s fucking tongue? Forget about it.
For the second time that night, Krampus ruined Nel’s orgasm. He stopped what he was doing, killing the consistency that was pushing her to the edge of oblivion. Did he even know that he was edging her, letting her fall like that?
Again, Krampus surprised her. That devious tongue shot from his mouth again, but like a torpedo this time. It split her lips and went inside of her.
Stars exploded behind her eyes when that rocket of a tongue circled inside her, mapping out her squishy walls all for himself.
“Oh! Oh, my fucking God!” Nel cursed as she ran her hands over her face. That tongue was pushing–pushing deep inside of her. Not just flat tongue. It was coiling, twisting inside of her like a corkscrew.
Nel was gasping for sweet air, her bare and reddened ass coming off the snow melting from under her. She had never felt anything like that. She had toys that buzzed, whirred, and oscillated. But she’d never even heard of a toy that could change its shape the way Krampus could do with his muscular tongue.
Krampus’s tongue bore straight into her pussy, filling her womb like even a cock never had.
Nel bit her gloved hand and screamed as the big, horned asshole finally let her come. She squeezed herself around the invading appendage, but he wouldn’t get out. She didn’t want him to. She wanted him to keep scraping her out with that mildly abrasive organ.
If Nel thought Krampus was done with her because he finally let her come, she would have been a fool.
Nel was indeed on the Naughty List because she had only been thinking about chasing her orgasm. But now that she had finally been allowed to see heaven, she needed to see something else.
Her eyes drifted down his fur-covered torso through his knotted and matted hair. Sticking out like a proud, pre-cum leaking obelisk, was Krampus’s massive cock.
Nel couldn’t help but to lick her pink lips at the sight of that monster’s monster. “Christ…” she breathed, unable to look away now that she’d seen it.
A colossal hand brushed his fur and wrapped around the base of the pale white whale. Knowing she was watching, Krampus stroked himself for her. With his tongue still working those delicious circles in her.
Nel’s mind was blown away. She was still getting tongue-fucked by the beast that was getting his cock wet in his pre-cum.
“Sei ein braves Mädchen?” Be a good girl? Krampus was an ancient Alpine forest spirit of few words but damn he spoke Nel’s language.
Nel bit her lip and nodded her head. She slowly got up to her knees, but Krampus’s tongue never left her pussy. Like he never wanted to leave. Even as Nel took Krampus’s earth-shattering length in both of her hands, he wouldn’t stop licking her. He wouldn’t stop fucking her.
Krampus must have known as well as she did; that cock of his would do severe damage if he went inside of her. Nel’s sweet little asshole was more than out of that equation.
So, Nel set to work. With Krampus’s tongue inside of her, and then out to lick her up and down, to swirl her clit, Nel spit and ran her own tongue along his big shaft.
She could smell Krampus’s near-overpowering musk. His scent smelled like sweat, fire, and an old-growth forest. But his taste wasn’t unpleasant. His beastly cock looked much like a human’s, but was tougher, almost leather. His taste was heady and strong. Like pine and maple syrup without enough sugar. He tasted like smoke and nature. It was intoxicating and primal. More than manly. But… good.
Her hands shuttled up and down the girth that was like her own arm and was the length of her forearm. From elbow to wrist. Nothing could ever compare.
And then Krampus groaned. The Goat Demon of the Old World himself… fucking groaned. And Nel had made him do it.
Her eyes twinkled with satisfaction. This beast that had haunted men’s consciousness for over a millennium, was experiencing pleasure at her mortal and feminine hands.
Nel knew that she could never hope to get more than his bulbous head past her lips. But that wasn’t her mission as she dropped back to her hands and knees, facing him. This meant that despite its impressive length, Krampus’s tongue could no longer reach her core, or her ass.
The blonde beauty looked up into Krampus’s soulless eyes as she began to lick and suck on his legendary length, even as he stayed on his knees.
Krampus stared back, his gaze unfaltering. There was still no life, no spirit in this spirit’s eyes. Only cold indifference. But as she kept licking and suckling as much of his column of flesh as she could, he started to make those rumbling sounds again.
So, she kept going; licking everything she could. Running her hungry mouth along him like an ear of corn.
She hadn’t been on him for as long as she wanted. Nel was getting lost in that woodsy, natural taste. She loved his gooey and heady precum. It wasn’t as she expected. She didn’t want to lose this new sex toy of a monster after Krampus Night.
He pushed her, though, before she had her fill. His cock was long, slobbery, and slick. Krampus was impossibly hard, and his barreled chest was heaving.
Nel looked up at him with surprise, and there was no small amount of sadness in her eyes. Was he disappointed that he couldn’t fit properly in her mouth? Was she not adequate for him? Just how many human mouths did he expect to willingly service him?
But again, she misread the horror older than her lineage. With her/ on her back again, Krampus’s tongue found her legs. He went further and returned to her ass.
Nel rolled her eyes back and she laughed breathily. She was completely distracted by her second rimjob of the night. Her attention was on her ecstasy, what that naughty tongue was doing to her, when she heard more tearing.
She snapped her head back up and saw the clawed brute cutting away at the seams on her thighs, exposing the white flesh there.
“What? What are you…” Before she could finish her question, her inching forward.
Krampus pressed Nel’s freshly bared thighs around his glistening cock. And he began to fuck.
“You clever, d-devil.” Nel giggled. Krampus was far too large in every measure to fit inside Nel’s holes. So, he made himself one.
And to compensate Nel for it, he kept fucking her ass with that wicked tongue of his. It was a sensation; a pleasure no human would ever be able to give her.
As Krampus fucked Nel’s creamy, toned thighs, he was ruining her for mortal men.
The German American woman was beside herself; sweating and panting, worming around at the once-in-a-lifetime experience. She was so near to coming again, and the nightmare behemoth was chasing his own orgasm, using her legs of all things to do it. And fuck, was she into it.
“Yes! Use my body!” Nel encouraged the primal monster that sandwiched his member between her reddening thighs. “You like that friction?” She asked with a heady giggle.
“Braves Mädchen,” he answered simply. She took that as a yes.
“Good,” she sighed, her breath hitching. Nel’s toned abdominals were flexing, rolling as his red tongue in her ass was circling, pulling, and pushing. She bit her hand and cried as she came again, but this time from having her ass demolished with the devil’s tongue.
Krampus, for all the myths, legends, and tales about him, still had human stamina. He tossed his wooly head back and roared out. He gave Nel no warning before that he was even close.
Nel was totally unprepared as she was blasted with a torrent of Krampus’s thick, glaze-like cum. It was thick, potent, and so fucking much. She had never seen anything like it. She had never been coated in so much. It was warm, sticky, and again, not as she expected.
Much like him, it smelled of heady musk, tree sap, and pine tar. But she was comically covered in the stuff.
Nel lifted a hand to her face and wiped some off her cheek. She looked up, wanting to saucily make eye contact as she tasted his essence… but he was gone.
She looked all around her, but her Krampus was nowhere to be found. His tracks were there. There were some tufts of fur around her. But no sound of bells. No clanking chains. The chain around her ankle was gone.
She heard one more time, fleeting, fading away, “braves Mädchen.” Good girl. She had earned her atonement for that year. Not a bad price to pay to have a blank slate again. Her punishment for being naughty? Being extremely naughty.
Nel got up on shaky legs, thick, pearly semen dripping off her in globs. But she was clearly alone. And her clothes were still shredded and covered nothing.
Pulling her ruined jacket tighter around her, Cornelia headed for the gate. She would have to somehow sneak home, toss her clothes away, and shower before anyone could see her.
She had never been more thankful that she lived alone. Nel also hoped that she would be on the Naughty List again next year.