Krampus X Reader Novels & Stories

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains breeding/impregnation fantasies, rough sex, dominance/submission dynamics, and werewolf erotica themes. Reader discretion advised – triggers for non-consensual undertones in fantasy context, size difference, and intense power play. This is going to be a long series. Enjoy ;) CHAPTER ONE

“So fuck me, fill your princess with your cum too.” “Is my brother’s cum not enough for you Heaven?” He hisses, fucking me like his hates me. “No, I want yours too.” I moan, twisting my nipples between my fingers. It feels so good, I cry. Jax’s cock had felt incredible, he used his Prince Albert very well on me, but Emerson is thicker, his cock hits my g-spot several times, making it hard for me to muffle my screams. My previous Dom used to call me a pretty pain slut, and the way Emerson uses me is a dream. “Come princess,” he orders, hand on my throat and ass, both squeezing hard enough to bruise, just the way I like it. “Come around Daddy’s cock so I can fill you with mine.”

“Just reading a web novel while waiting for the two of you.” “Ugh. Not another werewolf drama.” Kimia’s twin brother, Kamran, moaned as he sat on my other side. He had the same brown hair as Kimia, but stylishly cut so it barely brushed his eyebrows. He had on a pair of black basketball shorts and a white t-shirt. “Hey! They’re not all werewolf dramas! Some of them are wealthy CEOs who impregnated or accidently married poor girls with beautiful spirits.” “Maybe, but I’ve heard you tell Kimi enough werewolf stories to know what you usually read, Rose.”

Alexa stood up and walked to the door but I vampire sped and blocked her way. “Where to?” I asked, yanking her into my arms as I sped back to the bed. “You said you needed to be Al…..” I crashed my lips against hers as she moaned, pulling me with my hair closely as my fangs came out, nibbling her lower lip. .. .. 💕 Alexa’s POV 💕 .. .. I moaned as my clothes came off, leaving me in my pantalets and satin shoes. Gosh…….is he about to…..oh my God.

****** Karen She paused for a moment to take a real good look at him. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes heavy, and he gazed at her with a look of such blatant passion that she gasped and backed away hastily. Her blood sizzled at the sight of him, knowing that he wanted her, right here, right now. Xavier stepped towards her, following her retreating footsteps, which only made her retreat faster, almost tripping over her dress. She could have fallen if Xavier hadn't rushed at her and caught her against his muscular body. Her nipples tightened instantly, her body reacting instinctively to his intimacy. She looked up at him, her hands clutching his chest, and watched as his nostrils flared, sign

I took a moment to look away from the erotical book I was reading. My imagination was spiralling fast again, I could already feel warm heat pooling between my legs. Yet, I wouldn’t stop reading these erotic novels because it was the only way I could pretend I was with Jeremy Carter, my high school obsession—the very emotionally distant god of Summer High, who had all the hot girls at his beck and call. My thoughts were spinning fast as usual, and I was just about dipping a finger in my virgin cunt while pretending it was Jeremy doing those things to me, when my best friend's voice sounded through the hallway.

I smirked, flipping it open to the first page, 'Snowbound Enemies: A Hate-Fuck Holiday'. Fuck, the title alone had my cock stirring in my sweatpants. As I started reading her words in my deep rumble, her hand casually drifted to my thigh, nails tracing lazy circles. "I stumbled through the blizzard... Jax Coulter, the smug bastard..." Her story poured out, rivals turned sex-enemies, stripping in the cold, brutal hate-fucks in the snow. The dirty banter leaped off the page. "Take it, you thieving bítch, my cock's owning this pússy!" My voice grew rougher with each line, dick thickening painfully against the fabric as I pictured it, her as that fiery Kingston, me as the dominant Coulter, pound

He followed right after, holding me tight as he finished. The most intense night came a few days later. We were in the study after dinner. The fire was low and the room felt heavy with tension. Damien handed me a fresh stack of pages. His newest chapter. "Read it out loud," he said. He stood behind me and slowly pulled off my dress. "Every word. While I fuck you. And I want you to describe exactly how it feels. Do not stop reading." I was completely naked except for the soft ropes he wrapped around my wrists. He bent me over the big oak desk and pushed inside me slowly at first. I started reading. The scene was extremely filthy. It described the heroine being taken so hard she lost herself c

They were prepared to embrace their true selves and indulge in the passions that had long been suppressed, creating a bond that transcended the boundaries of their extraordinary existence. Together, they stepped into the unknown, ready to unlock a world of pleasure and connection that awaited them, no longer held back by fear or hesitation. As their lips met in a passionate embrace, they embarked on a new chapter of their relationship, guided by love, trust, and an unquenchable desire for one another. In the embrace of the night, Chloe and Jonas surrendered themselves to the depths of their desires, exploring the uncharted territory of their newfound identities. As werewolf and reaper, their

Like I’d just bent the whole room to my voice and my mouth and my mind, and now the scariest Alpha alive was getting turned on watching me rip the floor out from under his enemies with nothing but facts and fury. I leaned back in the chair. Legs crossed. Arms resting lightly on the armrests like a queen on her throne, blood still staining the corner of the wood beneath me. “I read,” I said casually, loud enough for all of them to hear. “I listen. I ask questions. Damon groaned softly under his breath, and I felt it. Felt the way it wasn’t just admiration anymore—it was hunger. A different kind of tension building under his skin. Lust mixed with reverence. Filthy awe. Respect wrapped in a sna