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You figured you would look cute for Santa Claus when he came creeping into your apartment tonight. You may not have a chimney, but you have a fire escape and you know that Old St. Nick has a way of sliding right past people’s noses when they slumber on Christmas Eve.

You have your entire living room warmly decorated in holiday decorations–wreathes hanging up in your windows; fake snowflakes taped to your walls; a tree glistening in ornaments standing in the corner. 

You even left out some cookies and almond milk for Santa, figuring that he could use a break from the same old cow’s milk. But as you went down to lay on your couch with an old Christmas movie on, you felt nothing but a restlessness in your bones that made you toss and turn.

So you ventured to your bedroom thinking that maybe you could wake up as soon as you heard Santa’s big, black boots thudding along your floor. 

But sleep never came. Now you lay here against your plushy, pink pillows, staring at the ceiling and feeling yourself throb under the warm, cozy blankets.

You chose a red teddy tonight with lace that cups your breasts and a mesh, ruffled skirt that adorns your creamy skin, soft stomach, and luscious hips that curve down to your thighs and shapely legs. Your lace panties hug your ass, somewhat eaten up and wedging between your asscheeks so it looks more like a thong. 

You groan, tossing your pillow off of your head and fixing the bonnet on your head to protect your nest of hair that you did fresh for tomorrow. “Dammit,” you huff to yourself. At this rate, you’ll never get a good night’s sleep in time for tomorrow. You’re supposed to be meeting your boyfriend’s family for Christmas. 

You can’t imagine where this insatiable need to be fucked has come from. Your boyfriend takes very good care of you when he can in between his long shifts at the hospital. When he isn’t around, you always find satisfaction in your vibrator, fingers, and trusty audio porn…well, usually. 

Lately, nothing seems to be satisfying you, even your boyfriend. You will never admit it to him, but his sex has started to get old. You have become accustomed to the two modes of his sex: slow vanilla or rough and fast. And during both, you never seem to cum. He always gets off, but not you, so you have to take care of yourself once he rolls over to slumber in his afterglow. 

But you adore your boyfriend of a year and you would never ever want to make him feel as if he doesn’t make you feel good in the bedroom. He truly is the best boyfriend in the world! Plus, you know how strenuous his job as a doctor can be. So you took it upon yourself to write a letter to Santa Claus for a brand new “toy” in an effort to make this stupid, horny, annoying need vanish and sent it to the North Pole. 

You were hoping that you could take it from Santa’s hands personally tonight, but if you don’t get some sleep, you’ll be a mess tomorrow. And you have to look your prettiest for your man’s family. After all, this is the first time you’re meeting them. 

But as you reach over to your nightstand where you keep your rose, a sudden noise pierces your dark bedroom and the peaceful silence of the snowy night. 

CRASH!

You abruptly sit up to stare at your bedroom door, your bonnet sliding off of your head. The sound comes from downstairs, somewhere in your living room. “What the fuck?” you gasp, your heart exploding out of your chest. 

Could that be Santa? No, it can’t be. You didn’t hear the pitter-patter of hooves from his reindeer or sleigh bells on the roof of your building. Plus, that sounded like glass breaking. Santa would be more careful. 

That only leaves one explanation: there is someone in your apartment. A stranger. But how? You locked your door as you do every night and your windows only open from the inside. With Santa’s powers, he would’ve been able to easily open it himself, wouldn’t he? 

You hear more rummaging around and fear makes the hairs on your skin prickle. “Oh, my God,” you whisper, quickly reaching for your phone in its pink Hello Kitty phonecase. You quickly dial 911 as you feel tears prickle behind your eyes, your fear making your heart pound crazily in your chest. 

Slowly, you slip out of your bed and tip toe across the room to your closed door. Immediately, you lock it and step back away from the door, your body shaking. Luckily, you get an answer without a wait. “911, what is your emergency?” a woman’s voice asks. 

“H-Hi, um, someone broke into my apartment,” you fearfully stammer. “I need the police here now.”

There is another thud and you jump, quickly moving to your bedroom window. It overlooks the alleyway between your building and the next, standing about twelve feet off of the ground with a landing into a dumpster. If you have to jump, you will. 

“I’m sorry, miss, I can’t understand you,” the woman replies. “You’re breaking up.” 

“What?!” you exclaim, growing panicked. “What do you mean? I said someone broke into my–” 

Abruptly, your words are cut off by the sudden burning sensation of your phone case. It grows hot as fiery coals and you yelp as you drop it to the floor. When you do, the screen cracks and goes black, losing the call. You stare at your phone, confused, bewildered, and afraid. How could it have overheated like that in such a short time?

Your fingertips tingle from the sudden burn, giving you the impression that perhaps this is real and you’re not dreaming. 

Creak. 

You immediately crouch down but you don’t pick up your phone, too afraid of burning yourself again. Footsteps are coming up the stairs, slowly and deliberately so. With each step of the intruder’s foot, the creaking gets louder and more drawn out, almost as if they are teasing you. 

Creeak. 

Quickly, you crawl over to the window and try to open it, only to be burned there too. “Ow!” you yelp, snatching your hands away from it. You are completely trapped. 

Creeeak. 

Thinking fast, you duck for the baseball bat you keep behind your bed and grip it in your sweaty hands. If you can’t escape, you’ll have no choice but to fight, even as you shake and shudder in your teddy. 

Creeeeeak. 

“You come in here and I’ll kill you!” you shout, cringing at how your voice wavers. Tears begin to drip down your cheeks as the footsteps get closer and closer until they are right outside your room. 

The ominous creaking sounds suddenly stop and you pause, still gripping the bat like your life depends on it…and it does. You can feel a cold, eerie presence lurking outside your bedroom, making the room feel like an icebox. An essence of doom takes over, making you almost want to succumb to it. And then slowly, your bedroom door unlocks by itself and opens. 

You thought you would be prepared for whatever the intruder looked like, but when you see him standing there in the threshold of your bedroom, you were prepared for anything but. “You could try, babydoll,” he replies with a fanged smirk, “but it’ll be a lost cause.”

He cocks his head to the side, his golden eyes trailing over your frame. “Well, you’re a sweet little thing, ain’t you?” he purrs, a soft growl in his voice. 

You blink at him, not totally sure if who–or what–you’re seeing is entirely real. The beast before you stands about twelve feet tall; a hulking frame of fine, black fur, hoofed feet, and clawed hands with a maw that reminds you of a lion mixed with a man’s. He is dressed in leather trousers with a belt made of silver sleigh bells and a wine-colored cape with a hood that cloaks the better part of his head. When he whips it off, you see the two long, sharp horns that curl out from his head. 

You can only gape at him, your astonishment and fear rendering you completely silent. You drop the bat because your hands are shaking too much as if your bones have turned into rattling chains. The beast’s smirk widens and you see the hint of a scar adorning the corner of his mouth.

“Speechless, I see,” he chuckles. “They always are. That makes this easier for me.” 

He then cups his clawed hand around his mouth and blows something into your face. The puff of smoke and glitter hits you dead in the face and you jump back, vigorously coughing as it fills your lungs. 

“W-Why did you…” You can’t finish your question because you suddenly feel lightheaded and the beast turns into about three. As the drugs take effect, you feel your body weaken and your brain leaves the building. As your eyes flutter closed, you feel your legs give out, but before you can topple to the floor, someone catches you. 

The last thing you see are two sets of golden eyes and horns staring down at you. “Sweet dreams, little one,” he coos. “I’ll be here when you awake.” 

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You let out a soft moan as you stir and slowly peel open your eyes from your deep, dreamless slumber. When you yawn as you awaken, you expect to be greeted with the sight of your cream-colored ceiling and your TV screen playing a Christmas movie that you left on last night as the morning sun of Christmas Day fills your apartment.  

But instead, you’re greeted with the sight of a burning fire in a cold, stone fireplace. But you don’t have a fireplace. You don’t even have a chimney. 

You sit up from the cold, hard floor, feeling achy and slightly disoriented. The room surrounding you now is cold and dark, void of any kind of warmth except for the fire. But even this blazing fire doesn’t give you any kind of cozy feelings. If anything, you feel impending doom and an eeriness crawling over your skin. The walls and floors are stone as if this room was carved out of it. Are you in some kind of dungeon? 

A sudden throaty growl makes you gasp and you turn in the direction of the noise. In the corner of the room sits a rocking chair that creaks as it rocks back and forth, back and forth. It holds a hulking, black figure, the darkness making it hard to make it out. The only things you do see are the thick, long claws to his hands tapping against the chair’s arms. 

“There she is,” it says in a deep purr that makes your stomach flip-flop. “I was wondering when you’d finally wake up. I was beginning to think I used too much powder on you.” The figure stands and slowly reveals himself to you as the beast who appeared to you in your bedroom earlier. 

You gasp, all of the blood in your body going cold. He smirks at you, chuckling at your reaction as he looms over you. “Still speechless, I see. It’s okay; you’re still connecting the dots. It will all set in for you soon.” 

“W-What?” you stammer. The beast walks towards you again, his hooves clicking across the stone floor. You try to stand in an effort to get away from him, but only yelp when something yanks at your ankles. 

Clank. 

You look down, now noticing the cold metal chains interlocked around your ankles and wrists. They each are linked to the floor, keeping you trapped in your spot. “W-What?!” you gasp, wriggling the chains around. You try to pull yourself free to not avail. “What is this? W-Where am I?! Who are you?!”  

The beast descends upon you and lowers a clawed finger against your soft lips to quiet you down. “Now, now, little one, calm yourself. I can’t play with you if you give yourself a damn heart attack.” He still smirks in that way like he finds this, all of it—your immense fear included—funny.

“What?!” you shriek, flinching away from him. His golden eyes hold humor and a hint of adoration as he stares upon you. “Is that the only thing you can say?” he chuckles. “I’m teasing. Most of my toys are often just as confused as you are when they come here.” 

Toys. That is what he sees you as: just a simple, little, replaceable toy to be broken and re-fixed.  Your heart is pounding so fast and hard that you can hear it thump-thump-thump away in your ears. You manage to curl your knees up to your chest in your teddy, shivering despite being right in front of the fire’s blaze.“You’re not Santa,” you whisper. 

He slowly shakes his horned head. “No, little one, I’m not. Santa doesn’t come for bad little girls like you.” His smirk widens, turning salacious and crude.

You gape at him, shocked and angered at such words. Bad? But you’re not bad! If anything, you’re the epitome of good! You’ve committed good deeds all year, from helping your old neighbor with her groceries to giving to charity. 

Seeing the word process in your mind, still sluggish from the drug-induced magic, the beast lowers himself down to your height, kneeling in front of you. “Let me take it real slow so that pretty little brain of yours can process it better. Are you familiar with folklore?” 

You do your best to keep your eyes on him though his golden eyes give you the willies. “N-No,” you stammer.

He chuckles, flashing his sharp teeth at you. “Figured. Think of me as the opposite of Santa; while he rewards the good little boys and girls around the world, I punish those who’ve been very, very bad. Naughty, even.”

His eyes glitter with a fire you don’t like. It gives you the impression that he is excited by your so-called “naughtiness”. “You were a special case on the naughty list, little one, so Santa personally sent me to fetch you.” 

He juts his clawed hand out for a shake and forcefully takes yours to shake it. You notice how big his hand is compared to yours, sinewy with fine hair. “Toji Fushiguro, also known as Krampus, the Christmas demon. Pleased to finally meet you, little girl.” He grins and it reminds you so much the Big Bad Wolf in a storybook, all glistening teeth. 

You don’t know how you manage to speak but you do. “B-But I haven’t been bad, I promise!” you protest, pleading your case. “You must have the wrong girl! I’ve been good all year!” Toji’s grin slips off of his face and it fills you with cold dread. 

THWACK! 

You flinch at the sound of his cane, which suddenly appears in his hand, thwacking against the floor near your foot. Toji stands, tapping his cane against his palm. “Lying to a demon?” he tuts. “That is just as naughty as all of your dirty little deeds on my list, little girl. You see, I’ve been watching you closely and I’ve been dying for the chance to get my hands on you.” 

He grins at you again, making you believe that he is one-hundred percent serious. A lump forms in your throat at the revelation that this demon has been spying on you from beyond the veil of his world without you realizing or noticing it. “W-Watching me?” you whimper. 

He takes his cane, dragging it gently across your soft cheek. “Yes, baby, watching you,” he purrs. “Watching you gag on your boyfriend’s dick like you enjoy it.” He drags the cane down your neck to your chest, right where your heart throbs as fast as a rabbit’s. “Watching you bounce away and pretend to cum just so you can please him.” 

You gulp as he slides the cane down to your chest, right where your breasts are slightly exposed from the cups of your teddy. He pries the two mesh flaps to the front of your teddy open to reveal the lace bra cups and your bare stomach. “Watching you lie to yourself and deny your pussy pleasure because you don’t wanna lose your precious doctor.” 

He says “doctor” with so much venom that you flinch. Even his cold laugh makes you feel humiliated. Have you really be doing this? ‘Yes,’ a tiny voice in your head answers, critical and knowing.

“Not to mention asking Santa for a sex toy,” Toji scoffs. “A girl doesn’t get naughtier than that. You’re just a needy little bimbo. A fuckin’ slut underneath all that sweetness.”

He drags the cane down to your thighs and pulls back the waistband to your thong before snapping it in place again. You squeak at the slight burn against your skin, like a rubber band just hit you. 

But nothing burns more than the nasty word that he utters: slut. Even more so is the undeniable throb in your core, traveling down into your pussy. It excites you, making your skin tingle and your nipples harden. This is a word your boyfriend will never utter and you would never tell him to. But when Toji says it, it awakens something inside of you. “I-I’m not a–” 

His clawed hand suddenly snatches your chin, gripping it possessively. “Don’t talk back to me,” he growls, his golden eyes flashing. “If you ain’t a slut, why the pajama choice? Were you tryin’ to give Santa another treat?” 

His eyes trail down your body, from your cherry red-polished toes right up to your soft titties staring up at him enticingly. “Or were you preparing yourself for a night of endless pleasure with your new toy?” he growls. “I know all about your letter to the old man, so don’t act like you didn’t write it, whore.” 

Another degrading word spat at you that makes you whimper and your stomach explode with excited butterflies. Your pussy grows tingly and ready to be toyed with, betraying you almost as much as Toji does when he slips an envelope out of his trousers. You know what it is as soon as you see the little red hearts that you drew on it. He slams the letter to Santa down in front of you. The damning evidence. 

“You’ve been lying to your boyfriend and to yourself about how much of a needy, dick-lovin’ bimbo you are,” he growls. “How’s that for a naughty deed?” You are silent, your lip wobbling as tears threaten to fall. 

You can’t deny to yourself any longer that you ache to be taken and fucked without question. You yearn to be used and toyed with. Called a slut. Forced to take dick deep in your throat and your pussy, making you cum over and over again. More than anything, you want to be dominated and possessed, made to feel like you are owned by one man alone. You know that can’t be your boyfriend. 

Toji smirks, knowing what you are thinking. “But if all you really wanted was to cum, you could’ve wrote me a nice little letter.” He snatches his hand away from your chin and suddenly grips you up by your waist against him. 

You gasp as he lifts you off of your feet, pulling you flush against his chest so you have no choice but to look deep into his eyes. His breath fans your neck and the smell of sulfur, pine, and snow wafts off of him. “I’ll still have to punish you before you get your reward though. If I make you cum first, you’ll turn out spoiled.”

“W-What will you do?” you fearfully whisper with big, fat tears sticking to your lashes. You begin to cry right in the demon’s face, much to his indifference. “Please, Mr. Toji,” you whimper. “Don’t hurt me! I’ll be a good girl, I promise!” 

You expect for him to grow angry. To hit you. To silence you with his cane. But instead, he takes one long finger and gently slides it against your cheek to catch a tear. His long, forked tongue juts out to lick it away, his eyes flashing with lust at the salty taste. “Aw, little one,” he coos. “I know you will. You’ll have to be. And don’t worry; you’ll want to be hurt.” 

You blink at him, confused and alarmed. How can you want to be hurt? “I don’t usually do this for any of the mortals I snatch,” he sighs, “but let me make you a little more comfortable.” 

SNAP! 

With one snap of his long, clawed fingers, the dungeon-like room suddenly glows brighter from the fire and changes into the likeness of a cozy living room in a log cabin warmly-decorated with a Christmas tree glowing in the corner, comfy furniture, walls made out of logs, and a bearskin rug. But the chains never come off. They stay firmly locked around your limbs. 

Toji looks around the room, humming in satisfaction. “There we go,” he sighs, admiring his handiwork. He turns back to you, his eyes dark with a hungered lust that makes your nipples grow tight and sensitive. “Now come here.”

He presses a kiss to your soft lips, roughly pressing your body against his. You moan in surprise as his lips—his shockingly sweet, soft, candy cane-flavored lips—smash against yours. You try to fight it and push back against him, but his big body is too strong for your smaller, supple one. So you let it happen, all the fight leaving you, and soon, unfortunately, you find yourself enjoying the kiss. 

Toji hums in pleasure as he feels your muscles melt into his tight hold, one clawed hand reaching up to wrap around your throat. His forked tongue slithers out to sloppily caress yours, and even that tastes sweet. Like butterscotch. You moan into the kiss, pleasurably this time, and feel your pussy gushing as the kiss grows deeper and more heated as the seconds roll by. It is a kiss that you’ve been longing for. 

Finally, the demon pulls away and his eyes flash at you, reminding you that he is but that: a demon. A creature that is cunning, evil, and ruthless. He must sense the fear and uncertainty radiating off of you because he smirks. “Scared?” he chuckles. Wordlessly, you nod. “Don’t worry, baby. I can help with that too.” 

Suddenly, the room feels a lot warmer as if the fire blazing in the fireplace has grown ten times hotter and extended its blaze throughout the area. Your skin tingles, your nipples grow tighter, and your pussy throbs with need. In one sweep, your body relaxes and so does your mind. You’re not thinking at all about how scary Toji is or how you’re going to get home. 

If anything, all you’re thinking about is being laid down on the bearskin rug and fucked out of your mind. 

Toji drags his fangs down your throat, inhaling your sweet scent. “Now how do you feel, little one?” he purrs. 

You gulp, still shaking and fearful, but also horniner than you’ve been in your life. Your pussy has grown wet from his scent and his strong arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you close as if you weigh nothing. Your mind scrabbles to reason with this, but your starvation for touch and sensation throws all of that out the window. “Weird,” you reply in all honesty. 

The demon chuckles, giving your throat a lick. His tongue is as rough as sand paper, but feels oddly good. “Don’t worry, you’ll feel real good in a minute. Let’s get this off of you.”

Rrriiiip! 

You gasp as he tears your teddy to tatters and shreds of fabric right off of your body with his claws. “Ah, wait, no!” you squeak. You try to cover yourself, but the shackles won’t allow you, leaving you in only the tong wedged between your asscheeks. 

Toji raises a brow at you as he lays you down in front of the fireplace, the orangey flames illuminating your cream,y soft skin. “Don’t want to show your body to the demon? You savin’ it for your boyfriend, little one?” He chuckles to himself as you whimper in protest at his cheap ploy of teasing you. 

His golden eyes, glistening like two coins, trail over your body. “Look at you…so precious.” His voice drips in adoration, making you hot all over. “Come to me,” he softly growls before his forked tongue starts caressing your nipples. You moan at the sensation of his wet tongue and big hands roughly massaging your tits, indulging in all you have to give him. 

You arch your back, causing you to press your titties farther into his eager mouth. He tastes you like he has never tasted another before, his forked tongue sliding along your nipples and coating them in his spit. Every sensation makes your nipples grow harder and more sensitive, causing you to grip your chains and twitch in anticipation for more. “A-Ah,” you gasp. “Fuck.” 

Toji stares up at you between the valley of your breasts, cupping them each in his clawed hands. “Was that a good ‘fuck’ or a bad ‘fuck’?” he questions. You bite your lip, unsure of how to answer. “I-I don’t know,” you admit, your head swimming with all kinds of confusing emotions and feelings. 

“Aww, baby,” he coos, trailing a big hand over your cheek. “I know how to persuade you a little more.”

Suddenly, you feel a rush of warmth flood through you and your muscles relax into the bearskin rug underneath you. Your brain feels like it’s melting too. There is a fog thickening over your consciousness, making it hard to focus or think of anything around you. You are completely disassociated. 

“Little one?” Toji asks. His deep voice sounds like it is coming from somewhere else and not right in front of you. You feel his hand turn your face towards his and his golden eyes appear out of the fog. “Speak to me,” he orders. “Tell me that you’re still here.” 

“I’m still here,” you instantly reply. He smiles, his teeth glittering at you. “Good. Now are you ready for your punishment, little girl?” He slides his big hand over your soft cheek and you lean your face into his touch, relishing it. His powers have allowed you to lean fully into your arousal and need for good sex. 

“Yes, sir, I’m ready,” you automatically say, as if the words have been hardwired into your brain. “Please punish me.” Toji’s grin stretches wider, reminding you of a shark. “That’s a good girl.” You shiver at the praise delivered with a sloppy kiss. You want to be his good girl. You want to show him you can be his good girl. 

Moments later and throughout the rest of your Christmas Eve, the demon shows you just what he meant by you “wanting” to be hurt. You find that with every punishment that he dishes out, your body yearns for more despite the pain and the denial of your orgasms. Toji, ever the ruthless, merciless, sadistic motherfucker, toys with your body as if it is his personal playground. 

He bends you over his lap and spanks, whips, and canes you. He first uses his big hand to punish you, laying down each punish against your bare ass as he sits on the couch, his big, furred, tree-trunk thick thighs spread with you bent over them. Your soft, juicy ass is hiked up to present itself to him, your thong wedged uncomfortably between your cheeks and pussy lips, exposing both to him. 

“So perfect,” Toji softly growls, salivating over the way the thin fabric of your thong makes your ass look rounder and your glistening pussy lips so much puffier. But his swats against your ass and pussy are reasons for that too, making your butt sting and your pussy tingle with arousal at each rough assault of his palm. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Ow!” you yelp, the exclamation of pain exploding out of you with each assault on your ass. “It hurts!” You try to wriggle and squirm in his hold, but his arm is clamped tight around your thighs, keeping you locked down on his lap. With each smack, your asscheeks juggle, causing Toji’s monster cock to harden beneath you. 

“Aww, but you’re doing so well for me, little one,” Toji coos. “And you’re enjoying it. Just look at how wet you are.” His fingers slither down to your pussy, sticky and soaked from his spanks, and his hand rears back for another one. 

SMACK! 

Your yelp ricochets off of the walls as he smacks your pussy, the sudden sensation making you jump. He chuckles at your adorable reaction, gently rubbing the fiery sensations away from your asscheeks, even leaning down to kiss and lick them away. 

But when he moves onto the whips and canes, you reach super soaker territory. You never thought that pain could arouse you so much, but when Toji cracks his leather whip and his trust cane across your asscheeks as you bend over the couch for him, you realize that you were strong. Each lick of fire across your ass makes you scream and yelp, your hands gripping your chains for leverage. 

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! 

The harsh sounds of Toji’s toys coming across your ass, which has become his favorite toy, echo throughout the room. “You’re doin’ so good for me, little girl,” he coos, his praise salving the harsh burns licking across your ass. “Don’t give up now. You’re almost there.” Even through the tears and welts, you push through it, your body trembling like a leaf against your chains. 

When he finally finishes, he rubs his hands and lips across your ass, soothing your burning welts with an icy sensation like he is sliding ice cubes across your bottom to ease the pain. “That’s my girl,” he murmurs. “You’re doing so good for me so far. Santa would be proud.” 

“T-Thank you, sir,” you softly stammer, earning a fat kiss on your lips for your sweetness. 

“You deserve a reward for that,” he says before standing and carefully scooping you up against his furry chest. 

He then dangles you from the wall and eats you out, tongue-fucking your pussy with his long, fat, forked tongue, giving you the most intense pleasure you’ve ever had in your life. He keeps his clawed hands planted firmly on your ass, prying your cheeks apart as he swallows your pussy whole. Your eyes roll back and your moans bounce off of the walls as his tongue fills you, giving you the impression that his cock will fill you the same way. 

“Fuck, Toji!” you whine, your pleasure overwhelming you. “I-It’s too much!” More fat tears stick to your lash line, threatening to drip down your cheeks. But this time, these tears are all from pleasure, not from pain. 

“Yeah?” he teasingly asks, his words muffled by your pussy stuffed in his face. “Bet your little boyfriend has never made you feel like this before.” And he’s right: your boyfriend has always been too “busy” to put in as much work pleasing you with his mouth as you have done for him many times before. 

And even when he does, it is always for a short time and he NEVER makes you cum.

But Toji? He makes you cum over and over again with just his tongue slithering and sliding along your wet walls and against your throbbing clit, making sparks shoot through your veins and your eyes explode with stars. He grunts and moans into your pussy, relishing your taste, your wetness trickling down his chin and throat to stain his fur in your sweet scent. 

Every orgasm he gives you feels like an explosion inside of your core, intense and euphoric. After such pain from his spanks, to be given such pleasure is enough to make your head explode. It is the best pussy-eating you have ever experienced…and it’s from a monster! 

Once he has had his fair share of you and you can’t take another orgasm unless you want to be overstimulated, he tears off his trousers and allows you to suck his monster cock. It is yet another reward he gives you, placing you on your knees and fisting your hair as he fucks your pretty face.

He groans at the sight of you beneath him, your soft cheeks hollowed around around his fat dick as you suck, your soft, glossy lips wrapped around his shaft as the orangey flames of the fire flicker against your skin. 

“That’s my good girl,” he coos, using his other hand to gently stroke your cheek, feeling his cock bulge against the inside of your mouth. He thrusts a little harder and a little faster, earning the sweet, wet gagging sounds of your throat flexing around his dick. “That’s my good, sweet, nice girl. You take my cock so well.” 

His saccharine praise coaxes you to take his rough, deep thrusts and fat, veiny cock even deeper, even when you gag and your throat burns, causing your eyes to sting with tears. Toji loves it all—the way your throat bulges with his cock in it; the way your big, doe-like eyes grow glassy with unshed tears; the way you grind your pussy into the rug beneath you, gripping your chains as you do.

“You’re so perfect for me,” he moans, tangling his hair in your soft, springy curls. “Way too perfect for that stuck-up doctor.” 

He slides his cock all the way out of your mouth, letting the bulbous tip wetly pop out and tap against your bottom lip. You deeply inhale air, finally allowed to properly breathe, as he grips your chin in his hand. He smiles at the way your cheeks squish and your lips pucker like a fish’s, prompting him to plant another kiss on them. ”Let me show you how perfect you are, little one.” 

Then he uses all kinds of contraptions and toys on you, starting with nipple clamps. He loves the way your little hardened peaks tug, pull, and stretch, causing his cock to throb and ache as you squeak and whimper as your androgynous zones are stimulated.

Then he moves onto stuffing your dripping cunt with a vibrator as you suck his cock, your back arched and ass up so he can easily watch himself fuck you with the toy as you take his dick down your throat. 

And then finally, once you are teeming with exhaustion and yearning to cum again on his cock this time, he fucks you. He fucks you out of your mind. He fucks you within an inch of your life. Until you are seeing the entire galaxy with your eyes widen open. 

He bends you over into his favorite position—face down, ass up—and pounds your pussy into the floor with his monster cock. He lays you on your back and drills you into, tossing your legs over his shoulders.

He bounces you on top of him, forcing you to ride before standing up and bouncing you himself, grunting as your slick, soft, tight walls envelope and grip his cock. He fills you up, up, up with his cock, stuffing you full beyond belief, and taking every single ounce of you for himself. 

And when you cum, you cum hard around his cock. You shiver, shake, and tremble as if your body has no control over itself. Your pussy quivers and clenches around Toji’s thick, fat monster dick, stroking him with your walls and coaxing a load out of him. You cum so hard that your voice stops working and your eyes roll back as if you are possessed. 

When Toji cums, he cums a lot. He floods you with his spunk, filling your hole to the brim with his seed. “Get pregnant for me,” he groans as he continues to fuck you during his big O. “Let me give you a baby, baby. Let me breed that fuckin’ pussy.”

He says the same thing when he floods your throat, telling you he wants to “knock up your throat” as you’re forced to take every ounce of his spunk in your mouth. 

He even fucks your ass, drilling it to the point where you are in tears, gripping his shoulders for dear life as he slide you up and down his cock to pound your asshole. He bullies himself inside of the tight rim, molding it to fit him and him alone, as he licks up your tears and tenderly kisses you, telling you how good of a cockslut you are for him. 

He cums all over your ass, tits, and face, coating you in his creamy, white cum, making sure you are dripping out of all your holes. Making sure you are totally his now. You are ruined for any other man that will ever come your way now.

But even as that thought sets in when you are lying in front of the fireplace, coated in monster cum and passing between the worlds of consciousness and sleep, you don’t have a problem with that. 

Not when Toji shows you tenderness after all of the rough fucking. He takes you into his big arms and cradles you against his chest, unlocking your chains from your wrists and ankles. He massages them for you with his clawed hands as you try to fight sleep against his warm chest and soft fur.

“Rest now, little one,” he coos, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You have earned it. You will see me again, no doubt.” 

He softly chuckles at this as if he knows something you don’t. And even though you still don’t know if this is reality or some kind of weird wet dream, you fall asleep with a smile all the same as the monster continues to stroke your hair and rock you in his arms, your lesson finally learned. 

You are a good girl, but only for him.

THE END.