Krampus Boyfriend Peter (complete)

    The town is quiet and dark. All lights have been snuffed out, and the only sound comes from the rain and sleet falling. There is a dread that has fallen over everything like a thick fog. You can feel it in the air, and you know what’s coming.

    Soon, you hear crying and sharp, pitiful screams. But you don’t feel bad for them. Those who are crying now have only earned this punishment. It is a shame they do not learn their lesson. After all, he comes every year to punish the wicked.

    You sit by the fire waiting, your legs stretched out as more screams start to fill the air. You aren’t surprised. The children have been unbearably awful this year. How do they forget it all comes back on them? Well, they are children, it could take them time.

    As the screams get closer, you begin to grow more excited. You know that soon, there will be a knock on your door and you will let him in. He has come to you for years now, you’re not sure why, it’s been so long since you were a child, but he comes.

    You hear the howling of the wind and the rattle of ice and sleet against your window. You turn then, watching as the door slowly opens. It creaks and whines, thudding as it hits the wall. You stand up, seeing his tall, dark figure fill the doorway.

    He steps inside, breathing as he steps into your room. He unburdens himself, dropping the satchel from his back, his whip, his chains. The door closes behind him, and he melts into the shadows. You can barely see him, but you can hear his dark, raspy breath. You can smell him too, a mix of iron, cinnamon, and the cold.

    You step forward, going slow and raising a towel. “You must be cold from all that wet,” you whisper. You touch him with the towel, rubbing it to his rabbit-soft fur. “You should come warm yourself by the fire.”

    You rub the towel to his body, and he steps closer. He puts his hand around your waist, and you feel his sharp nails scrap against your dress.

    Your heart hammers and your excitement only grows. You have been waiting all year for him, dreaming of his touch. Now he’s here, he’s all yours again. He’s tall and covered in dark fur and has cloven hooves. He’s strong and powerful, his hands could easily rip iron chains. The top of his head there are twisted and sharp horns. His face is vaguely goat-like, especially his golden eyes.

    “I can make you cocoa, if you’d like,” you murmur.

    His head dips down, and you feel his long tongue graze against your cheek. His sharp teeth drag on your skin, and he buries his face in your neck. His hand holding you pushes you close, so your bodies are smashed together. He moans softly, breathing in your scent and kissing you.

    “Anh-” you moan softly as his fingers dig into your rear. “Babe, you’re hurting me,” you whimper softly.

    He chuckles darkly and pulls back. “Is that a joke?” He grins at you.

    You smirk at him and kiss his lips. “You like to get rough when you’re the Krampus,” you tug on his bear.

    He laughs and kisses you again. “You like when I’m Krampus,” he moves to the kitchen table, stealing cookies from the tray. “I’m starting to think that’s the only reason you married me.”

    “You have other redeeming qualities,” you tease.

    He grins, his long, blood-red tongue licking at the corner of his mouth. “If you say my cock I’ll have to whip you, young lady.”

    You smirk and go to the fire, adding another log. “It sounded like a lot this year.”

    “It was,” he says as he munches on a cookie. “Lots of awful, awful children. But I’m home now, eager to punish the most wicked girl in the land.” He comes up behind you and grabs your waist.

    You turn and smirk up at him. “You’re so clever, darling.”

    “I know!” He laughs and kisses your cheek. “Surely cookies and cocoa aren’t all you have waiting on me that’s sweet and piping hot.” He grinds against your rear. “I know you wait on this all year.”

    You bite your lip, he knows you far too well. After all, you’ve been doing this since before you were married. Back when you first discovered his secret.

    Back then, you were both young. Your father was a wealthy merchant and your husband, your Krampus, was the son of a goat herder. The two of you knew one another, but you had never run in the same circles. You only knew each other in passing.

    One day, as winter began, you were gazing through the window of the bakery. All the sweets and cakes inside were making your mouth water. But your father had never allowed you to eat such decadent treats. He forbid them in the house. You had rarely ever tasted a morsel of chocolate before. The sweetest thing you had ever had was an orange.

    “Why stare so dreamily at that window?” 

    You turned and saw him standing there. He was tall with greatly tanned skin. His wild mop of pitch black hair looked like it needed a rake taken to it. But it was his smile that intrigued you. It was crooked, and his teeth looked sharp.

    You frowned at him and sighed. “It’s nothing,” you said, and you started to walk away.

    “Nothing?” He chuckled, following after you. “No one looks in a window with such a greedy stare, and it be nothing.”

    You turned back, looking him over. Sure, he was good-looking, but you didn’t care for his tone. “Leave me alone,” you barked at him.

    He smiles and shook his head. “Don’t be rude. You know what happens to bad children this time of year?”

    “I’m not bad!” You snapped at him.

    His dark eyes widened, and he fought to suppress his grin. “That’s not the tone of a good child, Miss.”

    “Why are you picking on me?” You huffed. 

    His eyes lingered on you for a long moment and his smile faded. “I’ve been wanting to talk to the pretty girl.”

    You frowned at him. “Don’t tease!”

    “I’m not,” he said. “Why would that be teasing?”

    You hesitated, not exactly sure what was happening in that moment, but it would be the first of many between you and Peter. Soon, you two were stealing away to see one another, going behind your father’s back to meet him. His kisses were firm and sweet, and you couldn’t help but fall for him.

    “Do you think the Krampus will punish us?” You ask him one evening. You had hidden in your father’s barn and were snuggled in the loft.

    Peter chuckled, kissing the nape of your neck as he snuggled to you. “What makes you think that?”

    “We’re being bad though, aren’t we?” You asked. “I mean...we’re disobeying our families and sneaking around. We’re doing things-”

    Peter put his hand around your mouth. “Being in love isn’t bad,” he whispered. He then sits up with you, and he cupped his hands around your cheeks. “I promise you, the Krampus won’t hurt you.” He then chuckled. “Has he ever?”

    “No,” you muttered.

    “Then fear not.” Peter kissed your forehead. 

    On the Krampusnacht though, you were still filled with dread. You locked yourself in your room and tried to sleep, but you couldn’t. It was late when your window opened. You hid, ducking your head under the covers hoping that was enough to protect you.

You repeated Peter's words in your head over and over, but all you wanted was Peter there with you. You shivered and trembled as the Krampus’ hooves clop quietly on your floor.

    “I know you’re here,” his voice sounded so familiar. “Come out. Please? I promise I won’t hurt you. I told you I wouldn’t.”

    You slowly sit up, looking over your covers at the Krampus standing in your room. “Peter?” Your voice cracks. “Is that you?”

    The Krampus smiled. “It is.” He then took a bag from his side and held it out. “I brought you some cookies. Like the ones from the bakery.” 

    You got off your bed and went to him. “What happened to you?” You whispered.

    Peter smiled and put his strange hand on your cheek. “Family tradition,” he chuckled. “I love you, so let me explain.”

    Peter went on to tell you, the first born son of each firstborn son is fated to take the mantle of Krampus. At dusk on Krampusnact, her transforms, turning in the Krampus. It isn’t until dawn the next day that he returns to normal.

You talked with him all night, eating all the cookies he brought for you. It was also the first night the two of you made love. As such, it became a tradition for the two of you. After his responsibilities as Krampus were over for the night, he would return home, and the two of you would spend the evening together, talking, eating sweets, and making love.

    “Tonight,” he whispers in your ear. “I finally want that firstborn.”

    You bite your lip and rub your rear against him. “You’ll have to work for it,” you laugh. You moan as he bites the nape of your neck. His sharp teeth drag down your skin as his hands push up your skirt.

    “You’re not wearing anything underneath,” Peter laughs.

    “You always rip them,” you scold.

    He grabs your rear, squeezing and indulging himself. “They get in my way. You know this, silly girl.” One hand pulls back and then claps down on your ass.

    You yelp then bite your cheek as you moan.

    His palm rubs where he struck then pulls back to spank you again. A low, pleasured moan echoes from his throat as your knees grow weak.

    “I love the way your ass jiggles when I do this.” He spanks you again, and you grab hold on the wall.

    “I suppose we have those cookies to thank,” Peter’s voice is raspy and dark. He spanks you again and rubs the growing red marks there.

    “Peter,” you moan.

    “Not Peter tonight remember?” He growls directly in your ear. “It’s Krampus.”

    You giggle and stand erect again. “I’m sorry Krampus,” you purr.

    “Quite alright,” he moans. “I’ll forgive, but only because it’s you.” He pulls on the laces of your dress, opening the top. His hands slip inside and touch your breasts. Krampus moans into your ear again, his long tongue slithering around inside.

    “You might as well just wait for me naked next year,” he growls.

    “And what if we have that supposed firstborn?” You smart at him.

    Krampus chuckles. “He’ll be with his grandparents of course.” He turns you around, pressing your back against the wall as he dips down to kiss your breasts. His bites your nipples and then sucks them.

    “Krampus,” you mewl.

    “I know,” he grabs you and tosses you over his shoulder, swatting your ass three times. He laughs as he carries you to the bedroom. He strips your dress off completely then lays you over his knees.

    He strokes your ass, studying the red marks he’s already left. His fingers then slip down, touching your slit.

    “You’re dripping,” he growls.

    You whimper as he touches you. You then yelp as he pops your mound. 

    Krampus chuckles and swirls his fingers around. “You’re a mess,” his voice is a dark groan. 

    “It’s all your fault,” you sigh.

    He slaps your ass again. “Good.” His sharp nails dig into your already tender rear. “Now, sit in my lap.”

    You shake a little as you prop yourself up. You sit on his thighs and look into his eyes.  "Ok, so what now?"

The Krampus smirks and kisses your cheek. "What would you like?"

You chuckle and give him a smirk. "You know what I would like, love."

He kisses you, his hands rubbing your body. He then has you get on your knees between his legs. There, you see your favorite treat.

    His cock is long and as bright red as his tongue. The base is bulbous and the shaft as knobby ridges along the base. The head is spread like a sharp and is already oozing precum. You lick him from base to tip, pleased to hear his long, dark groan.

    You suck on his base, making his legs twitch. You go to his tip, taking him into your mouth and slowly to your throat. Krampus growls, his eyes flashing in the dark. He grasps the back of your head, and his sharp nails dig in.

    You moan against him, suckling his length as he moves you back and forth. You have to press your palms to his thighs, making him stop long enough so you can catch your breath.

    “Easy big guy,” you pant. “Don’t waste your time and energy there.” You stand up from between his legs and push him down onto the bed. “Don’t forget about me.”

    Krampus smirks, grabbing your hips as you straddle him. “I never forget about you, darling,” he snarls. His sharp nails dig into your flesh. “It’s all I think about.”

    You slowly rub yourself along his length, feeling him. His moans start to grow more desperate and frustrated. It feels good, but you know for him it isn’t good enough. His fingers knead into your thighs and rear, eager to get to the main event.

    You lift up enough then guide him into place. You ease back, taking him inside slow and easy. He gasps, and his lashes flutter. He grunts and his legs kick as you take all of him inside.

    “Oh-” he groans.

    You plant your palm on his chest. “You better make sure you give me everything if you finally want that firstborn.” You start to move, grinding him at first before you slowly start to bounce. You roll your hips, and Krampus lets out a loud groan.

    You begin to move a bit faster, bracing yourself on his solid chest. You thrust backward, finding a good rhythm for both of you. You then go slow again, and his frustrated roar makes you laugh.

    “Stop teasing me!” He snarls.

    “I’m not teasing you,” you giggle. Of course, you’re teasing him, you love to see him get worked up and frustrated. 

    “You’re teasing me!” He slaps your ass you cry out. “You do it every year.” His palm claps to your ass again, and you bite your lip to keep your voice down.

    Krampus laughs. “You’re enjoying that too much.” He grabs your hips and moves you. He thrusts his hips upwards, and you mewl as he does.

    He groans and bucks, making you ride him. You whimper and grab onto his chest again to find balance. He’s moving faster and harder, his deep snarls bouncing with his eager and busied movements.

    You squeeze around him, feeling a deep swelling from inside you. It grows and grows, and with a final strike, it pops. You cry out, back arching and head going back he snarls, going faster and harder until he lets out a roar.

    You feel him inside you, throbbing and gushing. The bulbous base pushes inside you, and you feel it pulse with each release.

    You flop onto the bed and Krampus curls up behind you, wrapping himself around you. His fur is so soft and warm, you wish we felt this fluffy all the time. But you know once the sun rises, he’ll be back to himself. He’s still hairy, it’s just not as soft.

    Krampus kisses your neck and strokes up your side. “I think this will be the one,” he chuckles.

    “I hope so,” you murmur.

    Another stipulation to Peter’s family’s curse is that a firstborn can only be conceived during Krampusnacht. So every year, you and Peter have tried and so far, no luck. Not that you don’t mind, you’re both still young. But you do both want it.

    Krampus kisses your neck and shoulder. “Is that hot cocoa still being offered?”

    You giggle and kiss his palm. “I can’t walk just yet,” you beam at him as he props up. You touch his face and his kisses each fingertip.

    “You’re so lovely,” you murmur to him. 

    He kisses you. “I know.”

    The following year you fall asleep waiting for Peter to return from his Krampusnacht duties. He wakes you with a kiss. 

    “Get up my love,” he whispers.

    You yawn and stretch and see him holding the twins in his arms. “How long have you been back?” You ask, taking one from him.

    “Not long,” he answers. “I heard them fussing so I checked on them.” He bounces the little boy in his arms while you hold the other. It was a shock when you gave birth to twins. It had never happened before. Peter wasn’t sure who would take up being the Krampus once they were old enough. It was anyone's guess, hell, maybe even both.

    “I know we can’t do our usual tradition this year,” Krampus says as he sits down. “But,” he kisses you, “this is still nice.”

    You lean into his side, rubbing your cheek against his rabbit soft fur. “I like it well enough.” You hand him back the baby, so he has both. “I’ll be right back with the sweets.”

    “Nah, you’re here, stay.” He grins. 

    You sit back down, resting your head on his arm as he holds the two boys.