Dear reader,
It's been a long while since my last story.
This one is a bit out of character for me...
It's an entry into the
Winter Holidays Story Contest 2023
.
It's a bit on the "erotic horror" spectrum.
Advisory!!!
If you are not into tentacle sex... skip this one.
Also, most of the action happens as the young woman is asleep.
So, again, if you ain't into nonconsensual sex fantasies... don't go any further.
I hope that those of you who decide to read on... enjoy it.
Happy Holidays!
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Krampus
It was the night before Christmas Eve.
In the dead of the night, the beast's hooves crunched through the fresh layer of snow, breaking the silence.
Krampus, aka K, was on a mission to conquer the lone soul who straddled the list of the naughty and the list of the nice.
It was a symbolic tradition.
Every year, someone was left in limbo on the edge between the group that old Saint Nicholas would reward and the one that K would punish.
The two were supposed to compete over the remaining soul.
However, for many centuries now, Krampus had surrendered his claim without much of a struggle. It was all for show. What was the point? He had never won against the big red guy.
After all, how could he really compete with the jolly old fellow? It was never a fair contest between them. Santa was magical, he had control over space and time and Krampus did not.
Old Saint Nick had promised K long ago that, should he ever win the game, he would be granted a wish. And, for the first fifty years, in hopes of that potential reward Krampus had fought valiantly without success. But after centuries of defeats, that lure had long been forgotten.
During the "offseason", Krampus lived in the Christmas Realm of the North Pole with the rest of the season's mythical beings. Contrary to popular belief, Krampus was in no way associated with Satan or his horde of Demons. He was not the tool of the Devil. He was the result of a failed experiment. Like Frankenstein's Monster, he had been created in error by Santa to be his scary alter ego. He had been meant to instill fear when humanity was in its infancy. He had been brought to life long ago and his benevolent creator had quickly realized that Christmas did not need this scary persona to lure children into behaving kindly. So, he had been set aside with irreverence.
Being the only creature of fright in that magical kingdom, he had been ostracized by Santa and the elves and had been left to roam in perpetual solitude the desolated landscape at the outskirts of that mythical land.
Krampus was tired of this exile. His long-forgotten wish had been for Santa and his elves to welcome him into the family. He wished for them to make room for him into their lives.
Santa did feel some remorse towards his hideous creation and could not really get rid of the creature altogether. As a few Nordic customs still transmitted the folk tale, his pity towards the monster led him to release the creature once a year as per his original design.
K's only instrument was his profusely repugnant appearance. The "punishment" was no more than a frightful encounter. There was never any corporal pain inflected on the children. The beast was only a glorified boogeyman created to scare this year's naughty souls into correcting their ways so they would atone and be nice for the following year's celebrations.
Best described as a hairy man-goat with a protruding tongue and big buggy eyes, the ridiculousness of the beast's appearance was meant to cause a shock that children would recover from in a matter of a day or two. Except for the long pointy tongue, he looked in no way like the satanic horny creature depicted in most accounts. Santa would never have inflicted so much terror on a child; be he naughty or nice.
And truth be told, due to his overall rather benign form, today's kids were hardly ever scared by his looks and his mythical status was rapidly fading. At this rate, if the lore faded completely, he would soon fade out of existence anyway.
Back in the realm of man, the beast's territory had been reduced to a very small geographic area. His lack of powers meant that he could only visit very few houses per year on Christmas Eve anyway. And because of this physical limitation, Krampus only had time to focus his attention on the naughtiest children, the easiest preys.
But tonight, the night before Christmas eve, he needed to focus on the game.
This time, it would be different. He could win, he knew it.
This time, the soul straddling the fence between naughty and nice was that of an adult woman. One of the rare adults who still believed in the Yuletide.
These atypical souls were few and far apart, and usually, if they still believed in the legends associated with the Holiday as adults, they were at the top of Santa's list, never in the list straddling naughty and nice.
As a matter of fact, Krampus could not recall of another naughty adult believer throughout the centuries and the possibility of finally getting to know such a soul aroused his interest.
What had that adult done in the past year that had been so bad for her to be at the crossroads of the Good and the Wicked?
Krampus would soon find out.
As he stood in front of the small house, he took a minute to contemplate his next move.
He had a small lead on Santa but the rules of the game forbade him from making direct contact with the girl until sunrise. December 24 would be her judgement day and her actions on that day would tip the scale one way or another.
Still, it would not hurt to do some investigation into the matter. Krampus needed an advantage to increase his chances. He needed to know what misdeed had put the woman in limbo if he had any chance of winning against the bearded fat man.
Maybe, if he explored her inner sanctum, he could find out more about her.
How would he get in?
Years of experience led him to try the front door and, it once again, proved to be true. In safe neighborhoods, most people did not even bother locking up at night.
As he stepped into the foyer, his nostrils flared up. The scent seemed to indicate the presence of a lone resident.
The house was quiet, and Krampus took the time to inspect the life of his target.
You could find out so many things about a person by the way they chose to decorate their houses. In this case, the décor was modest and functional. There was nothing outrageous or tacky or extravagant. The living room was small, cozy and welcoming.
The owner did not display any vanity. There were no trophies, diplomas, pictures or even mirrors exposed to the wandering eye. Upon further inspection, all signs of self-valorization had been tucked away in a box in the closet of the small study.
The box revealed an educated, selfless person who had dedicated her life to various charitable causes. Someone whose education could have been used towards selfish financial pursuits. As letters of recruitment testified, she was an aesthetic surgeon whose unique abilities and skills could have served the stars and the rich. However, she had instead chosen to use her talents to reshape the lives of poor children born with deformities.
There did not seem to be any signs of gluttony either. The coats seemed to indicate a skinny petite frame.
By all indications, the woman seemed to be a bona fide saint.
Except...
Krampus perked up as a quiver propagated along his spine and a haste came over him.
The beast could not contain himself. He leaped as quietly as a feline into the bedroom of the woman.
There it was! The reason for her position on the list.
She was naughty! Oh, so very naughty!
Krampus almost teared up at the sight.
Liz slept naked on her belly with her arms locked underneath her as her hands cupped her sex. The petite fair skinned blond had bunched the sheets and bedcover between her legs. She straddled the bedding with one leg exposed while the other remained covered beneath. She was deep asleep, yet her hips were slowly gyrating into the mattress as she stimulated herself unconsciously in response to her lust-filled dream. She slumbered in a puddle of her own sweat and juices.
A fox tail butt plug shimmered in the moonlight as it stuck out of her ass.
Other clues to her kinky occupation were spread out on the mattress besides her.
Krampus was like a child in a candy store.
Various dildos, massagers, and anal beads had recently been used as evidenced by the lingering scent of the woman's bodily secretions on these items. She had pleasured herself to exhaustion and a pungent carnal aroma filled the room. Liz was indeed a very horny, very kinky girl.
The beast was enthralled by the engrossing fragrance. A primal and bestial urge began taking hold over his being. After centuries of solitude, the scent of sexual arousal was awakening a long-ignored desire within him.
His legendary sinuous tongue began moving of its own volition as it slithered towards the abandoned sex toys. It moved from one object to the next lapping up the musky flavorful residues left behind by Liz's oversexed cravings.
It was inebriating, intoxicating, and utterly addictive. Once the last plaything had been completely cleaned, the man-goat was left craving more...and his wet appendage began slithering towards the sleeping woman.
Krampus' tongue, as well as his penis, were unique. They could expand several times the length of their owner and were strong enough to lift his full weight.
Krampus often used either of these appendages as a rope to pull himself up during his explorations. Both of these appendages were hot, soft and moist. His tongue was covered with taste bud sensitive enough to allow the beast to sense the emotions of the people he was pursuing.
His pointy tongue wrapped itself around the woman's head to cover her eyes.
The beast reasoned that, if the girl awoke, the blindfold would shield her from his hideous appearance.
It then began its exploratory mission at the girl's ears exploring and tasting each pore and crevasse. As it progressed on its path, the special organ grew and extended at its tip. It dug into her mouth in a long passionate kiss and looped itself around her tongue before moving down to the sensitive skin of her neck.
