By Jenny Swift
Copyright ©2024
Santa stepped off his sleigh with a heavy huff, stretching his arms after the long night of delivering gifts. The snow crunched beneath his boots as he gave the reins a gentle flick,
letting the reindeer trot off to their cozy stable for some much-deserved rest.
He spotted one of the elves lingering near the workshop entrance. "Hey, you!" Santa called out, pulling off his gloves. "Where's Mrs. Claus?"
The elf hesitated for a moment, grinning nervously. "She's, uh... in your bedroom, Santa."
Santa raised an eyebrow but chuckled. "Probably with hot cocoa," he muttered, making his way inside.
Sure enough, as he opened the bedroom door, there she was—Mrs. Claus, wrapped in a soft robe, a steaming mug of cocoa in her hands. Her eyes lit up when she saw him.
"Nick, you're back! How was it?" she asked, her warm smile enough to melt the frost clinging to his beard.
"It was good," he replied, starting to unbuckle his belt. He kicked off his boots, ready to collapse into bed, but then something caught his eye. There, on the nightstand, was a grotesque Krampus mask. Santa froze, his brow furrowing. "What is that? Get that out of here!"
Mrs. Claus burst into laughter, setting her mug down on the bedside table. "Oh, come on, Santa. Don't be such a grinch." She grabbed the mask, playfully swatting his arm with it.
He snatched it from her, holding it at arm's length like it was something contagious. "I don't want to be a Krampus! I spend all year making kids happy, not scaring them."
Mrs. Claus smirked, sliding closer to him. Her fingers traced his arm, her voice dropping to a playful whisper. "I think you'd look very good in this mask. For me?"
Santa blinked, his cheeks reddening as he finally caught on. "Oh... I see," he said, his voice deepening with realization.
Mrs. Claus gave a little wink, her hands still coaxing. "Just try it on, Nick. You might like it."
With a reluctant sigh, Santa put the mask on, its horns curling up ominously. Mrs. Claus clapped her hands together in delight. "Now, that’s my Krampus." Santa grumbled under the mask but couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped him. "You’ve got some strange ideas, dear," he muttered.
Mrs. Claus stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She ran a hand down his broad chest, tracing the seams of his red suit. “Krampus punishes the naughty. And I’ve been very naughty this year."
Santa raised an eyebrow, though the mask concealed his expression. "Oh, have you now?"
Mrs. Claus smirked, her cheeks flushed with playful mischief. She stepped back slightly, letting the robe she wore slip off one shoulder, revealing the smooth curve of her collarbone and the delicate lace of her nightgown beneath. With a slow, deliberate motion, she let the robe slide down her arms entirely, pooling at her feet. Something shifted in Santa's demeanor. With a growl that was part laughter, part performance, he swept her off her feet and tossed her onto the bed. Mrs. Claus yelped in surprise, her laughter echoing through the room as she landed among the fluffy pillows.
"You’ve been a bad girl this year," Santa growled, looming over her. He pulled the belt from his waist with a dramatic snap and leaned down. "And bad girls need to be punished." Before she could respond, he grabbed her wrist and pinned her gently but firmly to the bed. The Krampus mask added an air of playful menace as he raised his hand and delivered a swift, firm smack to her backside. "You wanted Krampus?" he growled into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "You’ve got him now." Santa grasped Mrs. Claus's thighs and thrust his massive krampus cock deep into her pussy. He let out a loud, menacing growl, his voice echoing through the room as he began to fuck her with ruthless intensity, his horns digging into the bed as he pounded into her.
Mrs. Mrs. Claus moaned beneath him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she arched against him, her voice trembling with each word. "Yes, Krampus," she gasped. "That’s right. Show me."
Her words only spurred him on, his grip tightening just enough to remind her who was in control. Each growl, each deliberate movement, and each firm grip reinforced the role she had begged him to play. As she twisted beneath him, her breath hitched when one of his hands slid from her waist upward, brushing along the curve of her back and then to her neck. His gloved fingers wrapped around her throat—not tight, but just firm enough to send a shiver coursing through her.
Mrs. Claus's eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze through the grotesque Krampus mask. The flickering firelight caught the hunger in his eyes behind the mask, and her lips parted in a trembling gasp.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice a trembling confession. Her hands reached up, gripping his wrist as she looked up at him, her body surrendering completely. "Punish me."
His lips curled into a dark grin beneath the mask, and he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You don’t know what you’ve unleashed," he growled, his tone sending a thrill through her. His hand remained firm at her throat, grounding her, his dominance unmistakable. Continuing to pound into Mrs. Claus, Santa lifted his hand and brought it down hard on her plump ass, leaving a bright red handprint.
"Naughty," he growled, his voice echoing with a demonic timbre.
Mrs. Claus's pussy clenched around Santa's cock as he fucked her, her own climax building. She screamed in ecstasy as she came, her juices gushing out around Santa's shaft. Santa roared with pleasure, his balls tightening as he unleashed a massive load into Mrs. Claus's pussy.
Her voice broke through the tension, soft and breathy. "I’m sorry, Krampus," she whispered, her tone laced with both teasing and genuine surrender. Her hands clung to his wrist as she gazed up at him, her wide eyes shimmering with a mix of excitement and submission. "I promise... I’ll be good next year."
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