Page 17 of Wed to Krampus


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“N-no.” I swallowed heavily. “I’m still hot. Very hot. Do you think you could... undo my corset? It’s been bothering me for hours.”

“Anything you wish, Aura.”

Anything I wished... What did I wish?

This was okay, though. This was fine. It was good! Because we were married. It was true we’d only been married for a few hours, but what we were doing was totally normal. And expected.

I sat up so he could undo the laces on my corset, and once I felt it loose enough to breathe more easily, I lay back down. I felt a little better. The dress was still heavy and too warm, but I didn’t know if I wanted him to remove it. Maybe a little...

“What else do you need?” he asked.

His face was close to mine. I could smell the mulled wine we’d shared on his breath. His voice was low and husky, and it sent an unexpected shiver through my body. My core throbbed with need, and I felt my panties grow wet.

This was embarrassing. I’d never done anything like it before, had never been touched like this. My parents had taught me that boys were a waste of time, and I’d dutifully stayed away from them. I had other things to do, anyway, and the boys in town weren’t that interesting. And now here I was, a silly, inexperienced girl, facing needs I’d never thought I’d have for the first time in my life. The one I was with wasn’t a boy either. He wasn’t even human. He was a monster whose face I had yet to see. A monster whom I had yet to meet properly.

“I... I don’t know,” I said. “My legs are tense... right here.” I lifted my skirt again and placed my hands on my thighs. Way above my knees. “Do you think you could...”

He went to work with his big, firm hands. His palms were warm, and I could feel something like hair or fur brush against my skin. By now, I knew he must’ve been one of those monsters who were covered in fur. I didn’t know if only parts of his body were covered, or if he was covered completely. It made sense, since he lived up here, in the snowy mountains, where it was always so cold. He must’ve adapted.

“You can go higher,” I said.

He moved his hands up, but when his fingers brushed my panties, he immediately pulled away.

“It’s okay,” I breathed out. My heart was hammering in my chest. “I’m your wife now.”

“You are.”

“So, you can... Um... You can do... you know...”

I hoped he knew, because I didn’t. I wasn’t sure what I wanted, just that I wanted something to happen. I needed him to touch me like he meant it.

“Don’t forget you can tell me to stop,” he said.

I nodded, and finally – finally! – he touched me between my legs. His fingers brushed my pussy lightly, but the panties were in the way, and I didn’t know if he was going to remove them or not, so I decided to take matters into my own hands, and I lifted my hips and pulled them down myself. I only rolled them to my knees, and from there, he removed them all the way. I opened my legs for him, and once again, I was grateful for the damn mask. I felt so aroused and embarrassed at the same time that it would’ve been impossible to do this if I had to look him in the eye.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

I felt his breath on... my thighs. He was so close to me, and looking at me, at my pussy... Oh, I was never going to take the mask off!

“May I...”

“Yes, touch me,” I said quickly. “Do something. Anything.”

I felt pressure in my chest and in my lower belly. My core was practically screaming for him, and I didn’t even care that this whole thing was insane. I was giving myself to a total stranger. Granted, we were married... But it was an arranged marriage, and just yesterday I had no idea what my future would look like. Now I knew. It looked like this: me, lying on the floor of an isolated cabin, begging a monster I’d first heard of in an old wives’ tale to touch me.

He cupped my pussy first, and just held his palm there, then slowly parted my folds with two fingers. He was taking his time, which was driving me crazy with lust, but I wasn’t going to complain, because I had a feeling it would only make the reward better.

“You’re a virgin,” he said.

“Yes.”

It was one of the conditions imposed by the Temple. Only maidens could send their blood for testing.

“I don’t want to take that from you yet.”

I wasn’t sure what that meant. Sex came in... different shapes and forms, right? He was probably referring to the act of penetration, which was a shame, because I really wanted to feel something inside me right about now. One of his big, thick fingers would do.

“Then what do you suggest?” I asked.

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