Lahat ng Kabanata ng Crave: A Collection Of Wicked Desires: Kabanata 201 - Kabanata 203

I never really bought into all that Christmas crap. At twenty-two years old, I had outgrown the fairy tales about jolly old Santa and his reindeer games a long time ago. My name is Alex, and I'm just your average cocky twink from the city—lean body, smooth skin, short dark hair, and a mouth that always seems to land me in hot water. I've spent the last few years chasing thrills in underground clubs, letting older, rougher guys pin me down and fuck me senseless. But no matter how hard they went, it was never enough. I always craved something more intense, something that would push me to my limits and beyond, leaving me broken and begging.That's what led me to this stupid idea on Christmas Eve. I was alone in my cramped apartment, the snow outside building up against the windows like a white prison wall. Bored out of my mind, I pulled out this ancient book I'd snagged from a shady thrift store downtown. It was all about old Alpine myths, and tucked away in the yellowed pages was a ritu

Krampus kept me knotted deep inside, his massive body pinning me to the frozen altar while his demonic cock throbbed in my guts. Every pulse of his knot stretched my rim to its absolute limit, a constant burning pressure that made it impossible to think about anything except how completely owned I was. My hole clenched around him involuntarily, milking that thick shaft, and each time it did he growled low in his chest, the sound vibrating through both of us. I could feel every ridge, every vein dragging against my walls when he shifted even slightly. My prostate was getting crushed on every heartbeat, sending electric jolts straight to my untouched cock, which lay hard and leaking against my stomach, twitching with every breath.Sweat coated my skin despite the freezing air, mixing with the dried tears and cum already smeared across my face. I was a wreck, hole wrecked and gaping around that knot, body screaming for release.He leaned down, his hot breath against my ear, fangs grazin