Krampus

I sat in the old house, listening to the soft cries from neighboring homes, as children were judged by the saint and his demonic accomplice. On the table beside me sat an array of items, ranging from carefully crafted artificial erections to the chains and whips I had come to know he craved. 

A thud on the roof had me glance up, but for a moment, before I sipped the mulled wine. The fire crackled hungrily in the corner,  illuminating the home. Feet creaked on the stairs as he climbed down, walking with hoofed feet down the old wood. His shadow flickered on the wall, revealing the curvature of horns and a long, languid tongue that flicked in the air. 

I smiled at him, letting the demon’s eyes settle on my body. He stopped, chains dangling from his ankles, and stared. “I’ve heard,” I smirked as I stood. “That you have been a very naughty boy.”  

His eyes narrowed and he stepped down onto the floor, abandoning the stairs behind him. I approached, looking up at the anthropomorphic beast with lust in my own eyes. In his hand was a gathering of reeds, painted gold, and in the other a great sack. It squirmed as muffled crying came from it. 

I shook my head. “Now now, you know better, pet. You’re not supposed to take them. Just… give them a lump of coal.” 

The long tongue flicked the air and he tilted his head, considering me. I gently took the reeds from him,  waiting until he let them go before running my fingers through them. “You’re going to let them out and then I’m going to remind you what happens to boys who are naughty. Is that what you want? A lesson? A reminder?” 

I glanced to the ankle chains, evidence of what had once happened before he had become this. Krampus paused, eyes watching me in silent consideration before the sack dropped to the floor. Within a few moments, the child inside had opened the top and tumbled out, face ruddy from weeping.

“Home. Now.” I nodded towards the door. The child cried when they saw the monster, then stumbled towards the door and outward, leaving the creature and I alone. He smiled for the first time and took a step towards me. 

The reeds flicked over his outstretched hand. “You know better.” 

He blinked and then raised his hands, palm up. I smiled at his memory, at how long ago I had first put him in chains. “Do you want these?” I asked, raising the chains from the table. The beast nodded, saying nothing. 

The reeds landed on the table as I bound him, attaching him to anchor points on the ceiling and floor. He struggled dramatically, stopping only when I ran my hand through the thick fur of his back and snaked my hand down over his hip, and curved it towards the front of him. A sharp gasp came from his lips and his hips pumped as I stroked him for the first time.

“I’ve missed you,” I whispered to his ear as my hand gently and painfully slowly moved over his excitement, bringing growls and wanton moans to his lip. He let out a  barking sound of frustration when I stopped. My hand instead moved to the table, picking up the flogger, braided leather soft yet firm in my hand.

“You’ve been very bad.” My voice held authority as I turned to look at him, his eagerness growing at the sight of the whip. “What happens to bad boys, pet?”

His voice dripped with excitement. “Punishment.” 

I smiled and cracked the whip on his chest. He groaned, clawed hands grabbing at his chains. I walked around him, smacking the leather against his body, again and again, his purrs of excitement egging me on. The fur protected him so I hit harder, enjoying every squeal he released. 

“I think you’re enjoying this too much for a bad boy.” He quivered in the chains as I picked up the reeds, letting them trail along his body. “What do you think?”

His long tongue unfurled at me, flicking my nipple then my lips. I smirked and hit the side of his cheek with his own reeds. Krampus snarled, hunger in his eyes. The reeds made a glorious smacking sound as they hit his thighs, stomach, chest, and even his engorged length, sending his calls for more to higher notes.

The creature panted, sagging slightly in his chains, as I slid leather over my hips and pulled my next instrument into position. “Is this what you want?” My voice was silk as I grabbed his horn and pulled his head down to look at the carved apparatus waiting for him. “Hm?” 

Languidly he flicked his tongue down, as though to taste the instrument. I reached up and unchained his arms, letting him bend over to lap at the length. “Good boy. See, you can be good. Cleary Nick doesn’t know what to do with you.”  I let the chains drop and held his horns, pumping the toy in and out of his mouth, his tongue wrapping around it as it thrust into him.

“You got it all wet,” I whispered to him. Stepping back, I attached the chains to the ground, keeping him in a bent position. He shuddered, whimpering as I walked around him, fingers petting his hair as I moved. 

“Is this what you want?” I asked as I pressed the length against his entrance, teasing just the tip of it in him. He bucked his hips, trying to get more inside, and moaned lowly. “Then since you’ve been so good…” 

My hips thrust, pushing the length deep within him. Krampus called out, demonic tongue wriggling as he pushed himself back against me, taking more in. slowly I moved my hips, pulling the toy out and thrusting back in. My hands held to the fur of his hips, pulling him into me, each thrust harder than the last. The beast beneath me shivered and groaned, claws digging into the wooden floor leaving long grooves. 

Each thrust brought a cry of delight from the yuletide creature, his hips bucking to match my strokes. My hand grabbed his horn, pulling his head back to drive him deeper onto the length I wore. “Good boy,” I grunted against him, watching his body take what I would give and be grateful. My other hand slid around him, pumping his length as I pushed inside of him, making his sounds become wild and frenzied.

The creature shuddered and cried out in a long, gnarled sound of release. His body slumped, hips relaxing as warm liquid filled my hand stroking him. “Very good boy,” I murmured against his back. I slid the length out of him and unlatched it, letting it fall to the floor. The chains were released as he laid there, panting. 

He rolled over, staring up at me with sweet gratification in his eyes. “Such a good boy. Now, pet, I’m going to have you use that tongue. After all, good boys get tasty treats.” 

A wicked grin spread over his lips as I stepped over him, lowering myself down over his face, resting my hands on his twisted horns. A probing, long, thick tongue immediately was inside me, feeling every crevice and teasing every piece of flesh. Moans whispered out of my lips as I rode his face, bucking against him. Great clawed hands held my thighs and backside, keeping me atop him as I shuddered.

The door of the house opened, winter air spilling inward, as my body shuddered and convulsed on the demonic creature. I looked at our visitor, a high pitched moan escaping me, and smirked. A knowing grin touched his lips as the door slid closed behind him. Thudding steps brought him to me, while my lover continued to lap at my heat.

“He’s all yours,” I finally managed to say to the man in red. His hand stroked my cheek and I pulled his thumb between my lips. 

“You’ve been a very good girl,” he whispered, a knowing grin on his jolly face. “I’ve got a very special treat for you.”

12 Days of Voracious: Typhon + Echidna

 I stood between them, my body shuddering as sensations flooded me. A snake tongue flickered over my shoulder, sending shivers down my spine as a dragon head rubbed against my thighs, parting my legs. Echidna’s serpentine mouth traveled up my neck until her lips met mine and our tongues entangled. Behind me, dozens of snakes moved up and down my back, coiling around my body and constricting. 

Typhon’s hands reached around his serpentine aspects and grasped my breasts, kneading and squeezing, his lover’s nails digging into the skin at my hips, sharp enough to draw blood. I cried out into her mouth and she swallowed my cries. Her hand gripped my throat, gently squeezing to remind me I had promised silence.

Teeth sank into my skin above my groin, a giant dragoon’s tongue invading inward, thicker than most things I had ever felt enter me. The sting of venom touched my insides, burning, and I bit back a whimper and a moan as the dragon’s tongue dove deep, stretching me with its hunger. A serpentine tail snuck up my leg as Echidna bit my bottom lip, imparting just enough venom to enhance everything, making each sensation hum on my skin and my body go limp in their collective many arms. 

They kissed beside my face as her tail slid around me, caressing his snakes, and then over my thigh to his hip. He groaned as she slipped inside him, and in turn, he reached between our bodies, pressing his massive length against me before pushing forward and thrusting in. Echidna’s scaly hand slid downward, elongated fingers pressing between the dragon’s teeth and my flesh to rub at the tender bit of flesh above where the dragoon’s tongue was invading.

Typhon matched his mate’s tail thrusting into him by pushing into me, expanding my relaxed body to accommodate his girth, distorting my stomach with each pounding thrust. Roaming hands wandered every inch of my body, pinching and teasing, eliciting moans from me I could no longer silence. Echidna pulled on the dragon’s head, sending it back to her mate, before she grabbed my hair and bent me over, having my mouth meet her wet opening as Typhon pulled from me and slammed into where he could release and breed me. 

Caught between the mother and father of monsters, I obeyed and lapped at her with renewed eagerness, tasting the earthy wetness of her thighs. Snakes encircled my body, holding me between them, Typhon pushing my mouth into his mate’s taste with each thrust. Two of his many hands grabbed at her breasts, pinching her nipples until she cried out and bucked against my mouth, hand never releasing my hair. The hundred-headed dragon grinned, pulling my hips into his thrust and holding me as seed spilled, filling me and dripping out around his engorged length to splatter the earth below. 

Playing with the Typhon and Echidna

The mother and father of monsters, Typhon and Echidna, welcome you into the world of threesomes and enjoying marriage with a third party. Of course, if that’s not your jam, then you can each be one of the monsters, or pair off with one monster and one mortal. You do you.

Echidna is very similar to a gorgon, so using a tentacle-like dildo or tail dildo or snake dildo to get her tail penetration happening. She also has venom that causes “madness” aka delirium, so if you and your partner are comfortable playing with chemicals or alcohol at a level you can still consent, have fun.

Typhon has 100 dragon/snakeheads, and lots of arms, and wings, and maybe the face of a man? It gets a little grey. He’s massive though, and so some monstrous sized dildos will help you stretch your lover anally or vaginally. You can tie your mortal up in rope to simulate the many snakes, binding them to hold them in whatever position you want. 

When thinking about dildos, consider a variety. Typhon has a bunch of heads, sometimes with different animals, always monstrous. So have a bunch around for making it feel like different heads are getting involved. While in this story Typhon goes from ass to vag, don’t actually do that. Wash that shit first.

Both are deadly and have had many monstrous babies together. Breeding play, with the role play intention of getting your mortal pregnant, could be fun. If you don’t want a real human baby, though, and you risk conception in your partnership, use protection.

If you’re playing with a third, equip each monster with their various tools and dildos. Have them double team the mortal, using all their various mouths, hands, heads, snakes, and tails to penetrate, pinch, bite, inject with venom, fuck, and dominate the mortal. They’re two monstrous gods. Have the mortal be their willing (or unwilling if you’re all consenting and into that) fuck toy.

Happy Holidays, from one monster fucker to another.

12 Days of Voracious: Unicorn

 She quivered in the moonlight, snow-white body illuminated by the celestial glow that blanketed the landscape in milky light. The night had grown quiet, and despite the dirt on her coat and burrs in her hair, she was still the most beautiful monster I had ever seen.  My breath caught as I touched her throat. The mare threw her head back, fear in her dark eyes.

“Shh,” I whispered to her, moving a hand to touch her nose. “Easy, I won’t hurt you.” The golden bridle covered her face and kept her bolted to the post in her pen. A caught unicorn, a present for a king. She snorted and lowered her head. I gently touched her horn, keeping it away from my thigh, before I began to work on the latches of her bridle. It was only then she paused and her eyes looked to me with sudden calmness. 

Gold spilled to the ground. The unicorn reared, freedom in her movement. We moved swiftly from the manor, disappearing into the tree line where she pushed her head against me, suddenly affectionate. Lips massaged at my thigh as I ran my hands along her slender neck and through the downy fur. She stepped forward suddenly, pushing me to the ground in my surprise. 

The gentle lips pushed at my center, thick equine tongue suddenly tasting and exploring. I bit back a moan, afraid anyone would hear, as the unicorn explored, urged forward by the soft gasps I released. I grabbed her delicate horn, pulling her against me, urging her deeper. My fingers dug into the earth as my body bucked and writhed beneath her as I bit down on my lip to stop a cry from escaping.

Her head rose and I stood, caressing her neck and down her back. In the distance, voices yelled. “Is this why they say you like virgins?” I teased her.  She snorted. My fingers moved over her haunches to press gently within her folds. Her hoof stomped the ground and she pressed back, so I pushed deeper, thrusting my hand and then arm inside of her. The unicorn quaked, body shuddering as I formed a fist and moved my arm in and out of her, her body rocking to match my thrusts before she shuddered and released a beautiful whinny, more like a bell than a horse.

I pulled my arm from her, dripping wet with her excitement. My unicorn knelt, letting me mount her as torches ignited in the near distance. Men were coming to find us, and we couldn’t be found.

Playing with the Unicorns

There are so many ways to play the unicorn. In classical stories, the unicorn is usually sporting a cock. So you may want to decide if you’re going for a cock-bearing beast or not. Nothing is stopping you from doing both or neither. 

Unicorn bondage *should* include a maiden (virginal and all), possibly bells (it was said to lure them), and definitely a fancy bridle (said to capture them). If you want something less virginal,  try a hunter, huntress, princelet, or warrior.  

Your unicorn may want to play it up with a tail butt plug, some white ears, and maybe even hoofs if you wanna go that far. There are also unicorn costumes. Do with these as you will. Plus. You know. UNICORN HORN. Or this one. Or…  this other one. All work.

I’m a traditionalist in that unicorns are white, but be whatever color you want! Unicorns come in all colors, sizes, genders, and glitter levels. Glitter is zero fun to get on or in your junk, so just keep that in mind.

You can tame a unicorn with a riding crop and use the horn to guide them where you want them. If your horn isn’t steadily attached, be gentle or use the bridle instead. You can force your unicorn into any and all positions if you’re taming them, and use a variety of taming tools like whips, electric prods (if e-stim is your jam), or with an open palm slap to the ass.

If you’re pleasing your unicorn as a virgin to their beautiful beast, try a wand massager, dildo, your own cock, or my fave, get into some fisting. Use a tonne of lube and slowly work up to stretching the unicorn until you can fit a hand inside. Fingers and hand go deeper, hitting new parts. If your unicorn is into it, try making a fist and gently going back and forth.

If you wanna be fucked with a unicorn horn, there’s an option here to have that happen. You can use a head harness to make it seem like it’s a real horn fucking, too.

Happy Holidays, from one monster fucker to another.

12 Days of Voracious: Devil

The whip cracked, unleashing the sharp sound into the air so that  I knew what was coming. He shifted, weight causing the stone to tremble yet not crumble. The air around me was hot and heavy, as he formed out of darkness and fire. Glowing eyes illuminated the dark as one great clawed hand ran down my back, singeing the skin as he went.

Dwarven manacles clasped my wrists above my head, bolted to a pillar that rose to the mighty ceiling. I tugged on them, feeling the sturdiness of their construction. Behind me, he growled, low and hungered. One large finger touched my ankle, nail scraping skin as it traveled upward, rubbing between my thighs. Heat ignited my skin and I gasped, body arching back towards him.

Sharp and sudden pain blossomed on my back as the whip struck. I gasped, only to cry out when it struck again across my low back, then again, lower, and again over my thighs. Everything stung and my skin burned with each strike. Finally, I cried out in agony, sagging in the manacles, whimpering as the whip stopped. Instead, it whispered over the sensitive skin, before a growl released directly behind me.

Sweat dripped down my body, and suddenly saliva dripped from his jowls, sliding down my back to between my rear cheeks. An overlarge finger pushed against the sensitive opening, testing, before sliding within. A hand grasped my waist, holding me still as I bucked and moaned against his finger, pushing back into him to have him slide further within.

Beneath his finger he pushed forward, invading me with his enormous hardness. I cried out, gritting my teeth as my body shuddered with pain, attempting to adjust to the size of him. He didn’t wait, instead, he held me steady as he thrust forward, pushing deeper and deeper, my body stretching around him to make space for his need. Searing heat invaded my insides, warming me from the inside out as the Balrog delved deep.

Playing with the Balrog

The Balrog lives in the deep dark, an ancient demon of fire. Its nature is inherently frightening and terrifying. Even enamored, a lover should feel that edge of fear and commit to the danger of the situation.

It is also a massive creature. Keep the space you’re playing in very dark. A fireplace or fire sounds and heat will help the balrog’s presence feel big. You can lock the lover up for the torture about to happen, standing with a D-ring in the wall, over the door, or on the bed corners. If you feel like adding some control to the human lover’s movement, use a spreader bar to keep their legs separated.

Have them turned away from you. Play growling sounds or growl as the Balrog. Keep a heated pad plugged in and warm your hands or toys before touching your partner. Keep your toys on there to keep them hot.

Begin your session after a hot shower, having you both hot and wet. Be dry when you manacle your lover into position so the metal or leather doesn’t chafe. Then begin with the Balrog’s whip, roaming the hits over the back, ass, and legs, varying where you hit so no one place becomes too painful, but strike hard and fast as the Balrog is intense and aggressive.

Use candles to drip hot wax to pretend to have hot saliva or lava dripping on your lover. You can put Icy Hot on your hands. This will burn and cause pain so make sure your lover is in into it before you put it on them anywhere.

Once you have whipped your lover into submission, change their bondage to something intimate and without hand movement. This collar and wrists combo looks and feels great. Then have them serve you or begin to play in penetration. 

A very large cock is needed to emulate the Balrog. There’s a giant demon cock that will require slow stretching. And then a bubbled demon cock that will add some intense sensation play into it. Stretch your lover out slowly. 

Happy Holidays, from one monster fucker to another.

12 Days of Voracious: Manticore

Strange melodious sounds echoed from the trees, sending a haunting tune that created sudden silence amongst the wildlife. My steps made barely a sound, never disrupting the sweet sounds coming from the clearing. As I neared I saw the beast, lounging as any great predator would, scorpion-like tail flicking back and forth on the ground behind him.  

I stepped out where he could see me, hands up, demonstrating I came naked and without weapons. He tensed, watching me as I approached him, climbing atop his rock to stand face to face with the massive beast. His eyes searched mine, waiting for the moment that always came when recognition dawned on the mortal’s face and they ran in terror. Instead, I stood, showing no fear, only to lean forward and kiss the beast.

His body trembled and he stood but did not pull away. Slowly lips parted for me, letting our tongues mingle and play. My hands explored his fur, feeling the rough hair as I pet and drew him closer. The feline beast lapped at my neck, explored further downwards, rough tongue igniting the skin of my breasts and nipples. He shifted, lips trailing from my breasts to my mouth and back down again, as the bulbous ending of his tail slid between my thighs, parting my legs and slipping into me slowly, letting my body adjust to the girth of his sting. 

“Don’t stop,” I whispered into our kisses as his tail moved rapidly and hard, sharp edge mixing pleasure and pain with every thrust. The lion-like man growled, teeth raking over my breast as he pulled my nipple into his mouth, one great paw resting on my shoulder, claws dug into the soft flesh. My body shuddered and jerked as his trail thrust, his growls mixing with my wanton cries.

He pulled from me, trail dripping with my excitement before with one massive paw he rolled me over.  A rough tongue tasted the blood and wetness between my thighs,  both mixing together from the cuts his pointed tail made. Slowly he climbed atop me, paws pushing me into the rock below before his barbed length entered me, new pain and ecstasy following. My moans echoed about the clearing as he ground into me, mixing thrusting and circular motions, his hardness catching inside of me.  There was a roar, furrows in my back from his claws, and a bite to the back of my throat with sharpened teeth as the manticore released, snarling as seed spilled deep within me.

Playing with the Manticore

A sign of ill omen, the Manticore is also the man-eater. A fearsome beast that hungers for the flesh of humans with a deadly scorpion tail and the body of a lion. The humanoid face is said to speak and reason like a man.

Clever, the Manticore would trap his prey, luring them in with smart words and sometimes melodious voices. The human lover should be stretched beforehand, as what will slide inside of them will take some convincing. 

To emulate a clearing, try having sex outside on the ground or in the house-made to feel like a cave. He may wear a mane or bodysuit to simulate a lion’s fur. While the tail is harder to simulate, a scorpion costume can be used to add to the feel of the manticore’s realness.

Lion’s claws are big and cut deep, so a gloved hand with claws will help with the claws. You can add cat ears and a cat tail butt plug if you want to lean into the kitty aspect more.

A barbed cock is necessary to emulate a feline cock, which has barbs to secure mating. These will be useful only with lots of lube.  Be gentle when you first play with it, then go to town once your mate is feeling it and excited. 

For tail fucking, grab a scorpion tail dildo so you can thrust into your mate. You can use the tail and the barbed cock simultaneously to do double penetration on the human lover. The Manticore can shoot poisonous barbs, so if you’re into needle play, getting some point sharp objects in there will help create that pain and pleasure you seek.

Happy Holidays, from one monster fucker to another.

12 Days of Voracious: Minotaur

The labyrinth thundered around me as the creature barreled forward, giant horns pointed at my body. I stood still, no weapon, and let him hook me beneath my arms before slamming us both into the wall behind. My hands caressed his horns as I looked down at him. “I’m here to be with you, not kill you,” I murmured. “Not feed you people.” 

His expression shifted to shock before he stumbled backward, dropping me to the ground. Dark bovine eyes watched my body as I approached him, moving slowly as I raised my hands to his chest, burying fingers in shaggy fur. He flinched, eyes squinting, ready to be struck. Instead, I reached his face and guided it down to mine to kiss his inhuman lips. 

A great tongue greeted me after moments of stunned shyness. The minotaur fell to his knees, arms wrapping about my body, as our tongues played together, his far too large and mine dwarfed in comparison. I pressed against him, pushing back until he laid upon the hard stone of his cage, the Labyrinth.

I moved above him, breaking the contact of our mouths to straddle his massive hips, fingers stroking his engorged length as his eyes stared up at me, suddenly eagerness and hunger replacing fear. “Touch me,” I murmured to him and guided his hands to my body. Fingers slowly explored before confidence found him and he pinched and rubbed, bringing a moan to my lips.

Slowly I shifted, letting him sit at my entrance, feeling my wetness and excitement, before lowering myself. Stinging pain from stretching rapidly was replaced with instant pleasure as I went down as far as I could, his length too much for my body to take. His hands fell to my hips, guiding me up and down, before hoofed feet dug into the stone and his hips rose to meet mine, pounding inside of me as I lowered down on him, sending us both into a new euphoria he had never known before. Thick, ropey seed spilled into me, sliding down his length and settling into his fur. 

The minotaur looked at me, lust in his eyes, and began to slide me up and down on his length again, already hardening for another rutting.

Playing with the Minotaur

Abandoned and treated as a  monster for being half-bull, the Minotaur is dangerous, wild, and insecure. You can play him as fierce or as someone who needs to be cared for after being treated cruelly all his life.  

Simulating a labyrinth is hard. Go for a small room, clear it out if you can, and keep low lighting. Add a fake fire or fake torch, no bed, throw a sheet on the ground if you need to, especially to avoid rug burns.

Your minotaur may have chains on him like he’s escaped bondage before. But he definitely has fur and some horns. You can do this with a costume or a headpiece, but probably somewhere in between. Maybe throw a subligaria on there for good measure.

The bull rider can use a bullwhip for fun and play if you want to command the minotaur. Put a bull cock ring on the minotaur if they have a flesh cock. Or, if the bull rider is a sacrifice, some kinky cuffs will fit right in.

Using a minotaur dildo, the bigger the better will let you do penetration play. The Minotaur can fuck an ass or a pussy, tits or a mouth, whatever he feels like. Play him as hungry and commanding with a sacrifice, or eager and new to the experience as a sympathetic figure. 

Happy Holidays, from one monster fucker to another.