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The evening of December the 5^th is getting closer. You pace around in your little kitchen.

Tonight is the Krampusnacht and you hope you are prepared for it. And while you aren’t superstitious nor believe in the supernatural, you didn’t want to ignore the local folklore either.

According to tradition, the Holy Nicholaus will visit the town with a group of Krampuses who punish naughty children and people with their birch rods. It’s a whole spectacle, really.

Eventually, you dress for the cold winter night and walk into town where many townsfolk have already gathered. You mix in with the crowd but remain on the background and then the arrival of Saint Nikolaus and the hairy devils is announced by the ringing of cow bells that hang on their bodies.

You can’t help but feel a bit uneasy when you first lay eyes on the Krampuses. Hairy demons indeed. Fowl and angry faced creatures with pearly eyes, long and curved goat horns and even longer tongues begin to stalk the streets. Some kids seem excited but others are crying.

While the local adults seem to be delighted, you have to admit you’re a little bit scared so you decide to sneak away from the crowd and hope nobody notices your absence.

When you’re back in your small apartment, you let out a sigh and laugh out loud. Did you just let yourself get scared about a children’s cautionary tale and people dressed in pretty realistic costumes?

 “It’s just a stupid festivity,” you snort to yourself.

You open the fridge and take a small bottle of schnapps to down a glass one go. While you’re at it, you open the snack storage and in the lower drawer grab a bag of chips

You thud down onto the couch and turn on the TV. Of course, there are many Christmas movies playing. All of them are dubbed in German.

You understand the basics and it would be easier with subtitles to read along but with nothing else playing, you settle on one of the corny holiday movies.

While you aren’t fully sold on the story, it serves as a nice distraction and you quickly get absorbed in the bright colours and the cheerful, cheesy songs. So much so, that you don’t notice a shadow on the wall with a silhouette that isn’t entirely human.

Only when your TV suddenly glitches before turning off on its own do you notice you’re no longer alone in the apartment.

Determined, you step toward the TV, pretending you’re trying to fix it but you feel someone or something else behind you. As protection, you take the small candle holder on top of the TV and then turn around, pointing the metal object in front of you.

You’re face to face with a single Krampus. It stands a few heads taller than you, a thin layer of snow dusting its hairy shoulders. Dark brown and light grey fur covers the creature from head to toe. The Krampus has pointy elf ears but also a set of long, light grey horns and a hooved foot. It has dark grey skin and in the centre two red, beady eyes that observe you with great interest.

Your body is frozen in shock.

 “If-, if this is a stupid joke, it’s not funny. T-take off the stupid mask,” you try to sound confident but your stutter betrays you.

 “Was machst du mit dem Kerzenständer, huh?” the Krampus growls, pointing its clawed finger at you. It sounds surprisingly inhuman.

Animalistic and surprisingly articulate with that long tongue hanging out of its mouth.

 “Take off the mask, bitte,” you gesture at the mask.

The Krampus only laughs, revealing more sharp teeth and your face turns pale as you begin to realise that this isn’t some person in a costume.

 “D-Du bist echt?” you stammer.

You clench your fist hard around the candle holder.

 “Natürlich bin ich echt! Und du bist ein echter Tourist?” the Krampus sarcastically and mockingly chuckles.

It has a bit of an accent but you did understand the word tourist. You quickly nod, still unable to move.

The Krampus chuckles and sighs.

 “Then I’ll talk English to you. I’ll go easier on you since you’re not from around.”

The demon steps forward, quickly closing the distance between you. The snow is already melting, dripping onto the floor or sticking to its fur. You manage to point your improvised weapon directly at its mug which only amuses the Krampus.

 “Put that thing away,” it snarls.

Before you can react, it swats at you and the candle holder flies across the room, clattering on the carpet, out of your reach.

 “I-, I, I thought…”

“We weren’t real? You’re not the first to think that, silly human. Ignorant tourist. The festivities are held to keep the real Krampuses at bay. To honour us, if you will. To show gratitude and ask for forgiveness for their sins.”

You gulp, unable to respond with words. Your body language must be telling enough.

 “So what will… will you do with me?”

Despite its intimidating face, you can’t keep your eyes off the Krampus’ pearly eyes.

 “Who knows? Punish you for your ignorance. For not believing in our existence. What other bad things have you done so far this year?”

 “I-, I didn’t mean a-any disrespect… Herr Krampus?”

The Krampus chuckles again and you watch some saliva drip off its tongue.

 “You’re correct that I am male. But just call me Krampus, human.”

The distance is then completely closed and the demon fully towers over you and ogles you.

 “You’re still young, aren’t you?”

“Twenty-something.”

The Krampus smiles a dangerous smile. “Then you’d certainly survive a little birching, don’t you?”

 “Are you serious?” it flops out of you before you can keep your mouth shut.

The smile turns into a serious grimace again and you swallow your own saliva. That’s a positive.

Not wanting to die or suffer worse punishment, you comply. The Krampus sits down on the couch and takes the birch rod from his leather belt. The bells on it chime with every subtle movement. In the otherwise silent apartment, it feels eerie.

 “Bend over my lap and bare your buttocks,” the Krampus commands. Before you can even gather the audacity to question or ask if you can keep your pants on, the creature smacks his birch against the cushions with supernatural speed and ferocity.

Nervously but as fast as you can, you unbutton your pants and push it down to your ankles. Embarrassed, you push your undies down to your knees and quickly lie over the Krampus’ lap.

The demon doesn’t have to look at your dick.

 “Fun anatomy you have, Junge,” the Krampus notices it anyway.

“Well, I’m not built like most men,” you huff. Your cheeks are burning and you’re certain your other cheeks will follow soon.

 “That’s alright. Krampus does not discriminate,” the creature laughs and picks up his rod.

You close your eyes and stiffen up, waiting for the first whip. You weigh heavily onto the monster and can feel his thick fur press into your skin.

 “Here it comes,” the Krampus declares.

You wince when you feel the birch come down on your ass. Pang! You yelp and jolt in his lap.

Krampus sniggers and flogs you again. Again. Fourth time. You try to muffle your short screams with your hand.

But a gasp slips between your fingers when you suddenly feel Krampus’ warm hand on your now sensitive butt.

 “It’s looking nice and red. Like sweet red candy apples they sell on the Weihnachtsmärkte,” the Krampus hums.

The suddenly softer voice stirs something inside you that makes your body shiver and gives your skin goosebumps.

The Krampus gently rubs your buttocks before giving it a few more whips with the birch.

 “Squirm a little more for me, human.”

The continuous quick but firm slaps one after another make it easy to pull more squeals out of you.

Eventually, the Krampus seems satisfied with the results and puts the rod down in your hand’s reach.

Exhausted on an emotional level but also physically being cramped on the demon’s lap, you don’t attempt to take the birch away.

You don’t even have the time to consider it because your senses pull you back to Krampus’ claw on your burning ass cheeks. You hiss as his rougher skin touches your softer one.

 “I’ve drawn a little blood. Let me clean it up.”

You figure he’ll use a paper tissue or a piece of cloth but you did not expect to feel a slippery, thick appendage brushing over your damaged skin. Is that his… tongue?

Your face turns redder than before and you squeeze your eyes shut as if that will help make the sensation go away. It doesn’t. In fact, it only makes your lower parts more aware of what’s happening and how obscenely good it feels.

A perfect contrast of gentle caresses compared to the harsh whipping session.

The Krampus’ tongue is flexible as it slides over your bum. When it slips in between your cheeks you moan and shudder on his lap.

The tongue movement briefly stops as if your noise surprised the Krampus but then you feel him slide his tongue in your ass crack again. Slower this time. Now you whimper and immediately bite down on your fist in shame.

The Krampus rubs his thighs together and you feel his hair brush against your dick. Your heart is beating faster.

 “Oh, you are a naughty boy, aren’t you?” the Krampus murmurs in a low voice.

When you don’t respond, he moves and leans down until his maw is at your ear’s height.

 “You’re getting excited,” Krampus purrs and you whimper anew.

A gasp is pushed out of you when the demon firmly places both hands on each butt cheek and spreads them, giving him a better look at your hole.

You hate how hot it makes you feel. The fur right beneath your crotch is getting moist and you’re a hundred percent sure the Krampus now feels how wet you are for his touch.

You almost feel relieved when you feel his agile tongue brush against your hole in a teasing manner. Slow and calculated. You stiffen up in more ways than one.

 “You like this, Junge?” Krampus whispers that has your eyes roll back into your head.

Unable to form a proper sentence, you nod.

 “I can offer more. A gift, for being a good boy.”

“Y-yes, please,” you mewl.

 “That’s a good boy,” Krampus smiles and pets your head.

You take off your pants and undies that restricted your movement until now and lie back on his lap.

The Krampus’ tongue continues its ministrations. He navigates further until he reaches your front hole and hardened cock.

 “Interesting,” the demon murmurs before wrapping his tongue around your dick. In a similar motion as jerking off, does he pleasure your most sensitive spot and you cry out his name.

You can no longer hold still in his lap.

The Krampus thus allows you more wriggle room and lets you lie down on the couch more comfortably. With a flushed face, trying to avoid eye contact, you spread your legs for the hairy demon.

Krampus quickly positions himself in the right place. Your needy lower body gets covered in saliva and Krampus’ thick, tongue. You openly moan and ride his tongue.

Unabashedly, Krampus slips his tongue past your folds and into you. His tongue is long and flexible enough to fold inside and push the tip back out so it can continue swirling around your sensitive cock.

Your juices mix with the Krampus’ saliva and the creature relishes in your taste.

Lapping and slithering eagerly around your intimate parts.

Time goes by unnoticed but at one point, Krampus pulls out and you pathetically whine at the loss of such a wonderful sensation.

You look down at Krampus and see that the demon has become aroused as well. A dark red, stiff cock oozing with precum stands up proudly and a large, hairy sack dangles between his thick, furred legs.

You gawk in fascination and slight intimidation at the sheer size.

 “You want this?” Krampus asks, voice coated in equal lust.

You lick your dry lips and nod.

 “Come get a taste then, Junge” he dares you.

He sits down invitingly and you crawl over to him. This certainly wasn’t on your Santa’s wish list but you doubt Santa, or in this case Saint Nikolaus would be able to provide like Krampus does.

Your heart is beating rapidly as your mouth finally comes in contact with  Krampus’ throbbing cock.

It’s heavy, even warmer than his tongue. When you cup his massive balls, they weigh heavy in your hands.

 “That’s it. Get it all wet and ready,” the monster encourages you as you lick his shaft up and down.

Now and then, you dare to look at his face.

The Krampus has sharp lines on his face. He looks old and somewhat ageless at the same time. His beady eyes are half closed as he enjoys your mouth on his heated flesh.

You use your hands to fondle his balls while trying to wrap your mouth around his cock.

The last time you had sex, it had been very one-sided. The last-minute hookup didn’t give you an opportunity to disclose your trans status so you had taken peace with giving head and nothing else.

The other guy had been big but not as big as Krampus.

You moan around him and gurgle a bit as you feel more precum ooze out of the tip. The shaft itself also seems to exude some sort of liquid.

The demon has a pungent smell that makes you dizzy but in a good way. It clouds your brain and you crave the monster’s cock inside you.

Krampus seems to be thinking the same as he pushes you off of him. He directs you to stand next to the couch so he can fully lie down on it.

You simply watch, not sure where to look first. His impressive erection, now covered in your saliva mixed with his precum, his horny mug or his overall broad build.

 “Come here, human,” Krampus growls.

He doesn’t need to say it twice. You try to straddle him, ass flush against his cock. You shiver as this puts your size difference into perspective.

 “Go on, ride me,” the demon smirks. His eyes and fangs glimmer with glee.

Doing so is easier said than done. At first, you teasingly slide your ass up and down his shaft before trying to anally insert the tip. Thanks to its tapered, pointy shape it goes well.

However, taking more is the real challenge. Krampus is thick and even after the first inch, he quickly widens and starts stretching your hole past the first ring of muscle.

You groan as you try to lower yourself. Luckily, the demon seems to be understanding and doesn’t push you. In fact, he offers you his claw to support yourself. Your hand clenches around his.

The self-lubrication of the Krampus’ dick is thick and slippery enough that you don’t need additional lube.

You huff and puff until you’re able to take half the length. You tilt over until you’re basically on your knees and hands. Krampus subtly shifts along but you can feel his cock move inside you.

 “Good but naughty boy,” he praises.

Slowly, you begin to move back and forth, trying to take a few more inches with each movement.

Krampus feels amazing. Leaving no spot unfilled.

Heat builds up in your loins. Every stretch gives you more pleasure but as if that isn’t enough, you watch the demon crane his neck forward and his tongue manages to sneak up on you.

First, it visits your chest, lapping at your nipples that harden under its touch. Then his tongue trails down until it licks your dick.

Overcome with desperation, you try to grind your cock against his tongue. Doing so, makes you curve your body which angles Krampus’ cock into a new position that is equally arousing.

 “So eager,” Krampus pants.

With that being said, he plunges his tongue into your front hole and you squeak as both holes are filled to the brim with Krampus’ essence.

Immediately, you tighten around his tongue and cock. Carefully, Krampus rises and grabs you by the hips until you’re both sitting up instead of lying.

Gravity pulls you down on him, finally taking his entire length. Fuck, looking down you see his hairy balls press against your lower body. His heat is insane but oh so delicious.

You get a hold of his horns to lift yourself a bit before sinking back. Krampus helps you by supporting your weight by the hips as you start really riding him.

 “K-Krampus,” you pant and moan.

Your warm breath mixes with his hotter breath. He groans whenever your holes tightly clench around him.

Once the monster begins thrusting upwards, you swing your arms around his thick neck.

Moan after moan rolls out of your mouth as you feel his cock stretch you and his tongue toy with that sensitive spot inside you.

You can barely say his name anymore. The Krampus has turned you into a drooling, blabbering mess.

He is balls deep in you while your face is buried in his fur which has a unique smell of its own.

 “S-so tight everywhere,” Krampus grunts. “So, so good for Krampus, Junge.”

One hand moves away from your hips and roams your chest, grabbing it and massaging it. You feel his claw rub your nipples and that additional sensation sends you over the edge.

You cry out as you tense up and cum. Your entire frame shudders uncontrollably on Krampus’s lap.

One hand is wrapped around his neck hair, the other desperately holds onto his horn. You lift yourself a bit and feel your juices drip down your legs in an obscene way. You open your eyes and see how white and slimy your cum has become.

However, Krampus isn’t done with you just yet. He lets you ride out your orgasm which proves to be enough stimulation for the creature to climax too. He quickly pulls out his tongue top lap up some of the mess you made and you whine in response.

His cock slightly enlarges around the base before he blows his load inside you. His thick seed fills you to the brim and it spills out of your arse.

You shudder at the feeling and when Krampus finally pulls out, more seed comes out and leaves your hole gaping. Only now do you truly realize how full you had been.

All trembly, you fall onto him and Krampus catches you. As you’re trying to catch your breath, head resting on his chest, you can hear his heartbeat. It’s beating rapidly like yours.

His hand on your back starts caressing you before it lowers and playfully spanks your buttocks. They’re still tender from the earlier flogging and the rough sex.

More minutes pass before either of you can speak up.

 “That will do it then, human.”

You slowly get up and look the Krampus in his eyes. They have softened significantly since you first laid your eyes on them.

 “O-okay,” you breathe.

You get off the couch and look for some paper tissues to clean the utter mess between your legs. When you return, you see Krampus has already hidden his genitals under a layer of fur.

But you’re sure you spot some droplets of your juice on his matted hair in the pubic area.

Not sure how to proceed after such an intense moment, you look at the kitchen and offer the Krampus a drink. You still have some schnapps left and the demon accepts.

 “Eh, if you need to use the shower, you can do so. I don’t mind it,” you mutter.

Krampus smiles but shakes his head.

 “I’ll be going then.” He puts the glass down and walks to the door.

You don’t know how he managed to open it or did you forget to lock it?

 “Will you be here next year?” the demon asks.

“Eh…,” you look at your feet and blush, “If you’re here again, then I might have to book another stay. And if-, if my job allows it of course.”

A mischievous grin crosses the Krampus’ face. “You better come.”

He opens the door and shuts it before you can say anything. When you try to go after him, the door is magically locked again. You manually open it but see the demon has vanished into the night.

Then you quickly close the door again, realizing you’re not wearing any pants or underwear yet. You're lucky no one else seems to be outside right now.

You decide to take a shower to thoroughly wash yourself before heading to bed.

By the time your head hits the pillow, sleep takes you instantly.