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“The Christmas Krampus"

It was the middle of November in the snowy wilds of the North Pole, a powerful storm had come up and filled the sky with flurries so large that it actually made Krampus shudder under his fur as he made his way along the once-familiar trail, only to have lost sight of it nearly a mile back. His arms were buried in his pits and even with the thick red coat with white trim he could still feel the blistering cold cutting right through him. The tattered cloak slid across the ground behind him, occasionally whipping up like a sail and sending him back several steps on his hooves, his face he had converted into the appearance of a moose skull, leaving his head flatter, his horns shorter just so he could better make his way through the doors of the workshop without bumping into everything and giving the elves a fright, but the feeling of snow pouring into his face now constantly was not much better as his fiery eyes peered through the darkness, making his way as best as he can toward the sound of jingling bells and loud banging.

It was the same way every year; Santa Claus would be busy strictly throughout November and December, too preoccupied to worry about his home life, to preoccupied to even come home to sleep, often spending hours and days at a time among the elves and helpers that could make Christmas happen for all the children of the world.

“Tch. Christmas." Krampus grunted to himself, murmuring as the thoughts entered his mind, wiping melting snow off his skull face as it dripped down his neck and into his coat; it was rather infuriating and Krampus himself was in such a foul mood that the snow seemed to melt along the ground as he stormed through the endless trees, tangling through strands of Christmas lights, bumping into the local animals that had gathered to watch the show of Santa and his elves preparing, painting and making every possible toy imaginable. Even some unimaginable, it was truly a remarkable time of the year. And as Krampus finally made his way to a shiny red door that had appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the forest, he let out a bellowing roar as he stormed into the hidden workshop beyond. “KRINNNNNNNGLE!" He bellowed, making everyone stop working immediately, a few gasps of shock and awe could be heard as he stormed across the shop, still dripping, trying to dry himself off. “It's every year! Every year we have to go through this! And for what? For what?!" He looked up and saw a large red suit among several small pairs of eyes that were now peering down at him and pointed his elongated claw at it. “For you to spend DAYS away from home while I've got to come and deliver your dinner through this gods-forsaken wasteland of frigid snow and ice?! I DEMAND that you come down here at once!" There was another collective gasp as the red suit moved, directly in Krampus' line of pointing. “Do you hear me?! AT--" Krampus' expression froze as suddenly Santa had apparated directly in front of him in a flurry of snow and light. He cleared his throat. “At--at once."

Santa Claus was a burly aged man with smooth skin, a full snow-white beard and a pair of piercing blue eyes magnified by the reading glasses rested on his nose. His cheeks were rounded, his nose was red, and atop his scalp rested an entirely bald head. His kind eyes made Krampus' cheeks flush, his muscled arms pressing against his coat along with his rounded belly; the one of legend, that shook like a bowl of jelly, which shook as he laughed. “Why, Krampus! It's high time you paid the workshop a visit." He smiled kindly and made the demon pause and wonder why he was so angry in the first place.

Krampus was quite the opposite of Santa; he was massive, very muscular with a frame that barely fit into his smooth felt and leather red coat. The coat itself fell to the floor, dragging behind him like a cape. The edges of his sleeves were tattered allowing his claws to reach out from the coat unhindered. He was covered in a pelt of dark-coal-colored fur and had deep red beady eyes. Normally his face was like a goat with tall, massive horns atop his head. But for sake of not running into others it had been replaced by a moose's skull for his face, and the antlers he wore were much shorter in height and had rounded edges to keep from impaling people he didn't mean to. He huffed angrily. “Kris."

“You know, it's high time you join me on one of my Christmas runs! I'm sure you'd be perfect at delivering my coal--"

“Kris..." Krampus replied, more insistently.

“Plus it would be a good idea to have someone help me with my reind--"

Santa's words were cut off by Krampus who pulled him into a deep, wet kiss. Grabbing him by the coat and forcing their lips together as he pushed his tongue past the jolly man's lips and wetly tangling them together between his hard muzzle and the man's softer expressive face. He inhaled sharply and embraced the beast, tightening his arms around his waist as he leaned into the kiss for several seconds.

“Ah...ahem... Santa?"

The high pitched voice had come from one of his elves, who was standing only a couple feet away staring at them, he was staring insistently at the big man, who turned and realized what was happening. “OH! Ho ho...Henry! So sorry about that, I suppose..." He turned a keep eye to Krampus. “I suppose I got a little distracted."

With a gesture from Henry, Santa moved away from Krampus, his fingers lingering on the cool leather of his coat for a moment before walking off; Krampus turned an eye of ire at the elf and growled. “You little sh--"

“You might not care about Christmas, Krampus." Henry interrupted, bravely as he stared the beast at least five feet taller than he was. “But I do, it's my job to keep Santa on task and all you're doing is--"

“Being an attentive spouse?" He quipped facetiously.

“Standing. In the way."

Krampus wanted to continue arguing, his eyes were like fire as he glared at the elf; but Henry knew better, he knew that he was obligated to keep Christmas on track, and supplying presents to millions of children all over the world would take months; once the Christmas magic started flowing, they couldn't stop or they would lose time and the holiday would meet its end. With a growl of frustration, Krampus stormed away. He stopped for a moment and looked back at the elf, he reached into the satchel slung over his shoulder and pulled out an impossibly large tray from its depths; one covered with turkey, gravy, mashed potatoes and green peas, a comically large glass full of a milky eggnog that didn't spill a drop as he handled it and an entire cherry pie. As the objects came into view, they appeared to return to normal physical form and he tossed them all at once to Henry. To his disappointment, the elf managed to catch them, magically without spilling a drop. “That's his supper. Be sure he eats it." He said as he stormed out, leaving the elf to re-balance the items in his hands.

“Who does he think he is? He can't tell me when to see my husband, he can't say anything... that goody-two-bells-in-his-shoes good for nothing..."

Krampus continued to snarl and grump until he found himself at a singular warm spot in the blistering cold blasting winds; a heated spring bubbling to life in the middle of the storm made for a deep, private and dense fog. He looked at the bubbling waters and sighed deeply, the shorts he wore under his coat were extremely tight from his momentary encounter with Santa and he was in some desperate need of release; it had been weeks since they'd been able to have a moment alone, and he's often too tired to do anything by the time he gets home, or if he gets home from the workshop...

Krampus unfastened his coat and slipped it off his muscular frame, dropping it to the ground beside the pool, he he removed his shorts, his thick, wet cock bouncing out completely into the open despite the frigid weather and he stepped into the water, settling down until he was submerged as far as he could go. But this was an elf's pond and due to his large size, his knees and cock were pretty exposed. He didn't care, he had to unwind some or he'd just get grumpier and sassier as the season went on. Krampus didn't take having blue balls kindly and while he'd rather enjoy Kris like this he began to stroke his thick, throbbing shaft... “Mmm oh Kris..." He moaned to himself, closing his eyes and seeing Santa's face, his fantasies taking on a life of their own as he imagined dragging his claws over that man's thick, jolly belly. Diving deep into that warm beard that tickled his nose. He began to stroke at a faster pace, indulging himself in the thought of plowing deep into Santa, dragging his tongue along that wonderful 'candy cane' of his. Being turned over and used by this strong man and fucked until he came without being touched...that was the genuine holiday spirit. He stroked a nipple with his free hand, tugging on it and enjoying the sensations that roused through his body as he began to leak precum onto himself. “Fuuuuck...Kris...just like that..." He stroked faster, enjoying the warm sensation building up in his balls as they churned and twitched with the anticipation of release...

It wasn't long though until Krampus could sense he wasn't alone. Opening his eyes, he realized that he was staring into the contorted and confused face of a massive caribou who had happened to wander in while Krampus' eyes were closed. The beast stared at him in confusion, his muzzle mere inches from his face. “AWWW Get outta here!" He exclaimed in frustration as he pushed the beast back, but it didn't relent, instead pushing its head even more aggressively against Krampus' already annoyed face and pushing him down into the water. Whatever he was feeling moments ago had been washed away with the sudden submersion into the hot water, and horny as he was before, his massive, dangling cock was now rapidly losing steam and he found he was no longer going to be able to get off.

December fifth brought the night for Krampus to pay visits to the naughty children of the world; and Krampus was in an exceedingly foul mood. Christmas work had pretty much locked Santa exclusively in his workshops as they worked day and night to tirelessly produce toys and dreams for the children of the world. These children had already been on his shit list due to his lack of sex with his husband in almost a month and a half now and he was really...really angry with it. One house he'd gone into was the house of a single gay father with two children; one of whom was a little boy on Krampus' list who was naughty for playing a nasty prank on his little sister. As he visited to deliver a small stockpile of switches, he noticed their father sleeping on the couch. He became aroused by the man, he was about as large as Kris, but the remnants of hair on his balding head were red in color, as was his full beard. Seeing him there sleeping like that was enough to get his attention, Krampus began to grow thick in his trousers at the sight of him sleeping. His belly almost spilling over the edge of the couch he was laying on. No shirt, only a pair of blue-striped boxer shorts; his cock was hanging from it, giving him a nice view. He crept over to touch it, his own member throbbing in his pants. He couldn't help it, but his desire to play with this sleeping man was growing and growing; he felt the desire begin to drip wet in his shorts as he made his way to him, licking his lips in an uncontrolled lustful want. It had been weeks since he'd seen relief, every time he wanted to do something something always happened. This grew more and more frustrating until he was nearly at his breaking point. The smell of musk was coming off the man as he snoozed as Krampus licked his teeth in anticipation, looming closer and closer he spoke. “Just a touch... of naughty..."

“Dad?" He heard a child's voice from the next room. “Daddy?"

“Damn...it's the good one." Krampus sneered at the door as the little girl's voice croaked out.

“Daddyyy..." She sobbed from the other side of the door.

Krampus looked back at the man, whose eyes were beginning to twitch, he was stirring and in a blink, Krampus' form exploded into a sooty black cloud that roared up the chimney, leaving behind a wake of ice and putting out the fire that had been going. He stood on the roof all of a sudden, crudely cursing at his bad luck and sporting a particularly hard and heavy erection in his shorts. “Fuck..." He grunted.

“Santa? Santa!" Kris Kringle's high pitched assistant Henry was shouting at him as he leaned against the banister overlooking the workshop; he'd allowed his mind to wander, and had completely begun to zone out.

It was already December twentieth. Only five days until the big day, and he too had been feeling the need to be with his spouse. In particular, he'd been in a foul mood ever since Krampusnacht; which was strange, because putting the scare into the naughty children of the world not only improved Krampus' mood exponentially, but it also brought the naughty list down by twenty percent due being 'scared straight' at the last minute. He huffed and crossed his arms over the railing, dropping his head onto them and feeling the firmness of his arms. “Yes, Henry?" He grumbled in frustration.

“Y-you good sir?"

“What do you want?" He turned a stern, but...soft gaze at the elf.

“Uhhh progress report in sir, we're looking good for the big C.E."

“Good. Good. Keep at it."

“But s--"

“I said go!" Santa snapped in frustration, making the elf jump at attention before he vanished in a flash.

“Nnnhhhh..." Santa groaned. “Why aren't you here when I need you Krampus?" He sighed as he grabbed his crotch, feeling that thick bulge press back against his pant leg, feeling that drizzle of precum dripping down the leg of his felt fabric pants. “I need a break..."

Santa inhaled deeply and stood up to leave the shop and made his way out into the snow, not giving his elves a heads up to his destination or when he'd be back. It was already nearly midnight and he knew Krampus would probably be curled up in front of the fireplace at home, reading some dreadfully raunchy book, or watching some pornography on his laptop machine. He tucked his thumbs into his coat and pulled it close, the magic of the suit provided a barrier of warmth around him as he made his way through the well layered snow on the ground. The sky above was clear; the near-full moon night shining down over him as he walked into the woods and through the familiar path to where they lived. He reached it a short time later, about half a mile from the workshop--when he first established it, Krampus had once asked why he built it so far from his home, and to this day he could never come up with a proper answer to that question.

Finally; a light in the distance, Santa picked up his pace as he was suddenly in a desperate need to fuck his thick, massive husband; and maybe if he were naughty enough, he'd turn the tables on him and really light up his eyes. HIs cock was pulsing in his pants with the anticipation as he began to pick up the pace. But as he approached the cabin and looked in through their bedroom window, he saw Krampus curled up in their bed, sound asleep and snoring loudly enough for him to hear through the thick paned glass and walls. He stopped and watched him sleep; his chest rising and falling, that thick beastly dick throbbing and bouncing against his stomach as he slept out completely exposed as he snored. His hands pressed against the glass, his body laid out completely in the open. He wanted to just go in there and--

“No...it wouldn't be right to take advantage while he's sleeping" Kris thought. “I'll... wait until we're both awake..." He looked down at his throbbing member, pressing hard against his fabric, and even seeing little dark splotches coating the front of it. He had to get off, and he had to do it...immediately.

He quickly made his way back to the workshop. It was the best place for him to go where his sounds wouldn't wake his husband from his sound sleep. The half mile trip back was torture though, his cock rushing through the snow, but his aura of warmth giving it an amazing sensation of water rushing over his balls; it tingled and it made for an enjoyable trip, but as soon as he entered the shop again, he rushed past elves staring at him, he did his best to avoid poking an eye out and threw himself into his office and drew the blinds. Santa unbuckled his sash, throwing his coat open and exposing his belly. He bit off and threw his glove and began to play with his nipple, huffing loudly as he drew back his waistband and dragged it down and began to stroke himself furiously. He wasn't as big as Krampus, but it did the job, his fingers were already wet. Trembling with such a raw desire to get off, he knew that it would be a matter of time before he practically exploded, wanting to be with Krampus all month had left him on edge, he wasn't so much a “jolly" Saint Nick, but he was one who wanted to have his jollies so urgently that his balls were hurting. He panted loudly as he stroked himself from tip to hilt. He clutched at his balls, pulling them from his trousers and began to squeeze and pull on them, the desperation, the need to cum making a rather large mess on his desk. “Oh-ho ho...fuck I need this...nnnhh..." He groaned and squeezed his shaft, wanting badly to just bust. He was so close...so close now, he bit his lip. The anticipation was building up and--

“Santa?" A voice came through the closed door followed by a light knocking.

Kris gasped, realizing that it was another one of the elves; Gina, at the door. He looked back behind him and could see her pointed hat silhouetted against the frosted glass of the door. “Ffff-...uck..." He whispered to himself.

Quick as a flash, Santa pulled his pants back up, closed his coat over his belly. He straightened his hat. “J-just a minute!" He shouted in panic as he then washed his hands under a sink of water and threw himself into the chair at his desk, hiding his arousal behind it as he tried his best to compose himself. “C-come in, Gina..."

The door pressed open slowly and the young elf poked her head in; red hair and blue eyes. Face of freckles and a big smile on her face. “Oh! Here you are, sir! Henry said you would be here most likely. I'm going to need to have you come make your final approvements on the latest batches of toys in the workplace."

“S-sure... yeah, of course, Gina. I'm...I'll be right there." He said, forcing a smile on his face.

“Are...you okay sir? You're sweating."

Kris looked at himself and realized how disheveled it looked like he was. He laughed it off. “Oh, no. I-I'm fine. I-I'll be along in a minute."

Gina smiled politely and nodded, drawing her head back through the door and closing it. Santa groaned and threw his head back onto his desk in frustration. Now they were expecting him, there was no way he'd have time to get himself off before they'd miss him. “Unnnnhhh...thank heavens I've got some spare pants here..." He sighed.

Christmas Eve, then Christmas Day came and went without much of a hitch; Krampus, being the good house demon he is spent all night waiting for Santa to return from his deliveries, baking cookies, making food and plenty of hot chocolate, every year for at least a week after the holiday, Kris would always practically gorge himself on food to restore the spent energy, an entire night of magic tended to wear the soul and body out and he always wanted to ensure the man be plump and fun and jolly all year long. It had been their routine for over eleven-hundred years and they often stuck with what worked. But to go so long without being together, that was new; with the changing times, and the fact that human children either ended up more on the naughty list, or stopped believing altogether, it meant that Santa had to work throughout the entire season to maintain the strength and magic to do his job. And that food coma...that food coma could last for days even; but he always came out of it a better man and Krampus always looked forward to it. But the days turned into a week, then a week and a half and Santa just continued to eat and sleep, he got a little fatter in the waist, but he kept a tight regimen on the rest of his body, somehow not being affected by any lack of working out.

Finally as the second week came to a close, Krampus had had enough. As the pair lay in bed one night, Santa had nodded off; not only in the middle of a conversation, but also while reading a book. He snored and his glasses fell halfway off his face, prompting Krampus to glance at him. He was frustrated, horny and most of all suffering from blue balls so intense they might as well be frost bitten by now. That stupid bald head of his...that feeling of helplessness you get from falling asleep the way you do. As he watched Kris, he couldn't help but feel an incredible arousal rise up in his loins. His massive cock pushing up against the blanket that followed the wave of heat. “Kris?" He asked as he tried to ignore his arousal for a moment. “Kris, dear? Are you awake?"

Santa continued to snore, which somehow filled Krampus with a wave of arousal. He reached over to the man and pulled him in a little bit closer, running his fingers across the man's bald head. He let out a soft moan of pleasure in feeling Kris drop an arm around him, even in this state he was a dirty devil and it only turned him on even more. His hand caressed Santa under the covers and realized he was sleeping naked tonight. His heart began to beat a little bit faster as he grazed his claws over Kris' naked body, watching his fingernails trail along the flesh. He turned slightly and appeared to come to a rest, his back facing away, his waist and his backside just barely coming into view as the covers dip down, filling Krampus with desire. His face flushed with heat as he looked over his husband. His hand grabbed Santa's foot and pulled it back, dragging his tongue along it and smelling that musk that odor of being trapped in boots for so long always ended up smelling somehow like Christmas cookies, he rested it against his cock and gently lifted Santa's ass and he lightly released it, letting the flesh ripple slightly as it settled back in place. He leaned against the man's foot, feeling his cock dragging along it and filling him with an even more lustful energy, he slipped his tip between Santa's toes as he dragged the blanket down and slowly helped to roll Santa more onto his stomach, he leaned in and lightly nipped the man on the shoulder, hearing a groan of pleasure, followed by a snore. He'd never been so incredibly turned on by the sounds of Kris sleeping, in his eagerness, Krampus began to lower himself on the bed, he then spread Kris' cheeks apart, revealing the star of muscle within, his own desires intensifying as he brought his tongue to it. Santa moaned in his sleep, fuelling Krampus' desires as his tongue began to work wetly over the man's tight hole. It had been so long since they'd been together, his desire began to turn quickly to lust and as he dragged his tongue up Santa's cheeks he also began to explore the hole, dipping his tongue in again and again. Santa moaned louder, sighing loudly but not rousing at all, Krampus' mind was like fire, his cock growing thick and hard in almost an instant as he began to drip precum onto his furred leg and into the toes of his lover's foot; his fiery eyes looking at Kris and then back down at his ass as he presses his tongue in deeper. As he does this, he expands his appendage, letting his tongue sink in deeper than humanly possible. Kris gives off a slight giggle in his sleep, then switches back to moans of pleasure. He was deeply asleep and somehow this aroused Krampus even more as he further spread the man's cheeks apart, just to push himself in as far as he could go, lustfully leaning in and pressing hard into his cheeks as he got harder and harder. He wanted Kris so badly, he needed him, his balls were actually hurting from how aroused this was making him as his claws reached underneath Santa's body and grabbed his thick, jiggly belly scratching his claws along it as he began to drive himself upward, his tongue slithering from the hole like a snake as it then went up Kris' back. He pressed himself against Santa's crack, squeezing his cock wetly between the man's cheeks for a moment and feeling him wiggle in response inhaling and growling deep as he began to press his tip against the tight hole and without any thought, he began to press inward.

“Nnnhhh..." Kris moaned softly as he felt the thick shaft push into his ass, the man still seemed to be asleep now, his arms clutching around a pillow that had been nearby as Krampus began to drive himself in deeper.

“Oh Krisss...oh love..." He moaned passionately as he tightened his grip and began to buck into him. Something about the fact he was helpless and asleep made it even more of a turn on, but as he began to drive himself in he couldn't help but feel the man begin to stir with a grunt and a groan.

“K-Krampus what are you...what are you doing?" He asked looking back to see the lustful demon plowing into him. “Oh! Fuck..! Wow, hello!" He moaned louder and reached back to grab the goat butt. “You're taking me quite literally at a disadvantage."

“I c-couldn't help it love. I just had to have you, I wanted to fuck you so badly it's been a long l-long season! Oh yes..." He hissed out again, driving himself in deeper again, and again.

Santa grinned a bit, feeling his own thick cock pushed into the mattress. “So you thought it would be fair to take advantage of me then?" He asked playfully.

“Oh yes... fuck yes I wanted this...I needed...this Kris..." He panted loudly as he leaned down and dragged his long, wet tongue across the man's scalp. He could taste the sweat coming from Kris' skin, he could feel the heat, the pulsing of his mind through his scalp and as his claws dragged along side of his head, he could feel his fingers tingle as they passed through the remainder of your hair along the sides of your head, Kris felt it too and his body tingled with delight. Precum dripped into the sheets, making a pool under the man's belly and Krampus' arms wrapped around him in a tight hug, playing with the wetness as he thrust inward. “NNNNHHH!" He let out a guttural growl of desire, his tongue flicking over every baldened area of Santa's bare head; indulging and tasting the sweet, salty sweat that had begun to seep from his skin on top. “Ohhh Kriiiissss..." He let out a long pleasurable moan as he drove himself deeper and deeper into Santa, shuddering and grunting with every long thrust.

Kris moaned, enjoying the attention that his husband was giving him, the fullness that he felt deep in his ass as the beast crammed every inch of that near-footlong cock deeper and deeper into him, but a price needed to be paid for waking him up from a good, deep sleep and he pressed a finger upside his nose; producing a magical whirl of snowy energy that enveloped them like a tornado and all of a sudden, Krampus was lying on his back on the bed and Santa was sitting on top of him.

“Wh-WHAT?! What is this? Kris what are you doing?"

Santa's eyes gleamed as he slid himself forward, his ass relieving itself of the Krampus cock as it slapped wetly against his warm belly; Santa then seated himself on the demon's chest and placed a foot directly against his snout with a grin on his face. “Is this...yours, Krampus?" He asked.

Krampus recognized the gooey leavings still dripping down Kris' foot; from his earlier fun humping at his foot and as it grew closer, he began to tremble at the scent of his own musk and as his foot touched, Krampus's whiplike tongue moved along the man's fleshy foot, indulging in the combination of their flavors mixing together. He huffed and snorted as Santa managed to put his weight down in a way that his more muscular mate couldn't do anything to move. “Ohhh that's the way..." Kris said, stroking himself only inches away from the demon's occupied lips, he laughed a bit, his stomach jiggling as he did so and Krampus reached up and dragged his claws along that fleshy round belly, moaning as he did, feeling Santa's weight pressing down against his cock, feeling it throb and pulse under the man's back as he continued.

Between each of Santa's toes, over every inch of his foot that he'd gotten messy, it didn't take long until Krampus had the area cleaned and he grabbed Santa's other foot, pulling them together over his muzzle and inhaling deeply, continuing to play with them as Kris continued to stroke himself lewdly, flicking his cock forward and displaying it for him. Krampus then took both of Santa's ankles, spread his legs apart and pulled him forward so the man's ass and balls would bump into his face. Then, again with that tongue of his, he found his way to slither it right back up Santa's already broken-in hole. Santa moaned in pleasure as he felt the tongue wriggling into him, enjoying the feeling as Krampus opened his mouth wider to accommodate his balls as well. “Ohhh yes... that's good...mmmm!" He panted, his musk filling Krampus' palette and senses with a sexual desire, making him growl, making his cock lurch forward and rest against the back of Santa's shoulders. He then gave Krampus a wicked look and produced a small red velvet pouch he must have grabbed from the bedside table. Krampus froze; what sort of magic was this?

“What's that?" Krampus asked as Santa sprinkled a sugar-like substance of powder over his cock, causing it to emit a faint glow. His face contorted a bit, he seemed to feel something very pleasurable and his cock began to drip over his hand and down onto his chest. Santa reached back and added a second dose, this time over Krampus' shaft. “Ohhh! Oh fuckkk!" He moaned, feeling an incredibly pleasurable sensation shoot through his body, his own cock draining precum like a faucet as his toes curled in pleasure; but then he noticed something about Santa's cock...; it was getting bigger.

Much bigger, in fact as before it topped out at about six inches, but now it seemed to engorge itself, like some sort of a magical concoction had begun to expand it wildly out of control. “Mmm ho ho ho..." Santa said, lustfully grunting his catchphrase as he jolted in pleasure. “I can see why you enjoy being so big, Krampus... ohhh my..."

It was then Krampus noticed, Santa's cock wasn't getting bigger by itself, his own cock was shrinking in size and much to his surprise, precum that had built up in the flesh was now pouring out of the newly shrinking size as Santa slapped his newly large cock over the demon's face. “Oh gods, Kris what have you done to me?! What have you done!" He shouted angrily, but paralyzed with his own lust as he then wrapped his mouth around that thick flesh now being presented to him and Santa moved in, slamming his thick new cock deep into Krampus' throat.

Krampus gasped in surprise and then swallowed the shaft past his gag reflex and deep into his throat. As Santa's belly poured over him he'd almost stopped breathing, but the man's sweat soaking his face from that area was more than enough to keep him running his claws over it. He worshipped Kris' belly, not many can keep such a balance between chubby and muscled, but somehow Santa had been able to manage it. Through all of his cookie eating, his candy snacking he always kept a firm regimen of exercise, leaving the underlying layer of his belly taut and muscular while Krampus enjoyed playing with any excess. He moaned and gasped, gagging between taking his husband's cock deeper and deeper while also pushing back that sweaty, musky belly. His cock was so hard now it was almost hurting. That was when Santa finally released his chest; allowing him to breathe for just a moment as he turned over and began to suck on Krampus' transformed cock; more easily fitting it into his mouth than before, the feeling of the man's whiskers tickling his loins as his flesh was wrapped in the warm, wet mouth as he continued to indulge and suck on that near-twelve inches being slammed into his throat. He spread Kris' cheeks apart and his tongue extended from his mouth, crawling up his cock like a snake and lapping over the man's ass, pushing into it, making Santa grunt passionately as he pushed his lips down into Krampus' musk, swallowing his cock fully and playing with the demon's balls like ornaments on a Christmas tree. Both of them continued this for several minutes until Krampus gave, he began to moan heavily, his hips buckling until he began to climax. The cock in his throat kept him from letting out a passionate cry as his climax hit him like a wave, pumping seed deep and hard into Santa's mouth. Santa groaned and swallowed every drop before slowly dragging his lips to the tip, leaving it clean as a whistle. He then pulled himself free of Krampus' throat and turned over.

Krampus; who was not used to being in this position felt his eyes grow wide as Santa stared down at him with lust in his own blue depths. He grinned and with an incredible strength, hoisted Krampus' knees atop his shoulders, pushing his new tip against the demon's entrance. “W-what are you doing?" He panted, almost in a panic.

Santa laughed with that same jolly laugh and leaned down close to Krampus, his beard washing over the man's face as he did so. “Well you know tonight's the night Santa turns the tables, Krampus. And you while I'm at it." He said.

Even his beard smelled like ginger or spices...something intoxicating as Krampus grabbed it and pulled his face into it, his fingers tangibly stroking through every inch of it as it laid over him. He felt the tip push in and Krampus shuddered, letting out a loud gasp of pleasure that was muffled by the depths of Santa's beard. He pulled Santa closer, his tongue invading his mouth as the two of them kissed. Krampus could taste his seed again, this time layered throughout Santa's mouth as they kissed, it mixed with the smells from his beard, and made something that smelled like a holiday all by itself. He moaned and gasped as Santa plummeted deeper; more lustfully as their sweaty bodies collided together. Their kissing was about as loud as Santa's large balls slapping against Krampus' round, firm ass. Why hadn't they done this before? Krampus was amazed how this felt and his cock was now springing to a whole new life again as Santa wrapped his muscled arms around him tighter, going faster, and faster. The burning sensation of the pressure building up within him practically making his hooves curl. Santa grabbed Krampus' leg and did a cursory lick of the demon's hoof and tightened it around him again, slamming down so hard that it felt like his guts were being moved by the passionate thrusting.

“Oh...here comes..." Santa panted loudly, his eyes rolling back as Krampus pulled him into a kiss, and with a powerful grunt shared between the two of them, Krampus could feel a sudden flood of heat pulsing deep into his ass.

Their lips released as both gave out howls of pleasure, and with each pulse Krampus felt, he could also feel his own cock growing. Three, four, five times each time accompanied with a thick inch being re-added to the demon's cock until finally it was back to its regular size and Krampus let out another cry, suddenly unleashing a hefty flood of seed all over himself, the first few ropes slapping across his face before creeping down and staining his thick furry belly with streams of white. Santa looked at the mess and grinned, his cheeks even rosier than usual before pulling Krampus into another hard kiss.

As the night went on, Krampus and Santa lay in bed together; side by side once more as the glow of their sex still lingered in their eyes, as the smell of their musk still hung heavy in the air. Krampus panted wildly and nuzzled his husband. “Wow. I think...that was the best one yet, love." He said, holding onto Santa's hand.

“You're not kidding." Santa laughed lightly, squeezing back and kissing Krampus who was already resting his face against his beard. “One year we're going to have to hire Henry to come in here and clean the ceiling." Both of them laughed; Santa giving off his traditionally jolly “Ho, ho, ho!"

“Hey, Kris?"

“Mmm?" Santa asked, already half drowsy.

“When you were about to climax before...were you about to say “Here comes Santa Claus!"?"

Both of their laughs then echoed through the night; in the sky above an aurora borealis danced across the clouds and a star streaked across the night, signaling the end of another happy holiday.

THE END