Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 094

"Mrs. Claus wasn't kidding about the mess," Mike muttered. "Lily, this won't last long. Hold him down for me!"

The succubus obliged, her body now covered in a hazmat suit. Her tail wrapped around the Krampus' throat as she pinned him from behind. He groaned again, his hips lifting briefly as he sprayed more fluid all over the floor. Lily rolled him onto his back, a massive cock springing free of his waistband.

"Damn you, Caretak--blargh!" Lily had grabbed the Krampus by the shaft, pointing his dick at his face. The stimulation had been enough to trigger a spray of cum that hit him right in the mouth.

Doing his best to breathe through his mouth and avoid the smell, Mike once again took a look at the Krampus' soul. That twisted, black fractal was now pulsing weakly as the light inside flitted about, pushing outward against its prison. Mike sent tendrils of light along its length, trying to pry open the gap. His forehead beaded with sweat as the minutes passed, the golden light getting closer to escaping.

A guttural growl came from the Krampus, and he tilted his face backward so far that his neck cracked, allowing him to look at Mike. "I regret the day I pulled you from the wreckage of your mother's car, Caretaker!"

Mike's attention wavered just enough that he almost lost track of what he was doing. It was the sort of revelation that should have stunned him into silence, or at least broken his concentration. A ripple went through the Krampus' soul, one that Mike interpreted as impending triumph.

"I bet you do," he replied nonchalantly, his eyes flicking back to the maelstrom around the Krampus. From the edge of his vision, he could see bafflement on the demon's face.

"I mean it, Caretaker. I'm the one who saved you from death!"

"Oh, I know." Mike turned his attention to the whirling loops of sex magic. They were shrinking down, so he fed them a little more juice to keep them in motion. "I really appreciate it, thank you."

"You fool, I..." The demon's hips lifted and he squirted cum so hard that it hit some of the lower beams of Santa's home.

"Just don't do that in the tree," Mike muttered. "It doesn't like it."

Between moans, the Krampus took a swing at Lily, then slipped when he tried to get up. The floor, the furniture, and some of the pillars were now slick with jizz. "You were never supposed to be Caretaker, did you know that? Someone else would be in your shoes right now if not--urgh!"

Lily managed to make the Krampus blow a load into his own face again, but the amount was considerably reduced. Thick white strands hung from his black beard, and he was frantically wiping one of his eyes.

"Uh, Romeo?" Lily looked up at him with dread. "He's about out of the Christmas spirit, if you know what I mean."

"Make him drink some eggnog or something." Mike pulled even harder, trying to free that ball of golden light. It shifted forward, the room filling with the sound of Christmas music. Cracks of light formed along the Krampus' skin, and the darkness burned away like ash.

The Krampus hissed, his limbs deforming beneath him until he lifted free of the ground. He moved toward Mike like an eerie crab, grunting and cackling all the way.

"Mike!" Lily stabbed her tail into the floor, anchoring the Krampus in place. "I can't hold him much longer!"

"Almost...got it..." His vision was going dark around the edges, the shadows punctuated by flickers of gold. He tensed up his whole body and let out a scream, forcing the dark fractal apart until the light within was able to squeeze itself free.

There was a concussive blast of energy, the force shoving Mike backward into the door. He slid to the ground, clutching his head in agony. Squeezing his eyes shut, all he could hear was the slamming of his heart in his chest.

When he opened his eyes, he expected to see Santa, or some version of him lying on the floor. Instead, it was a charred mass of flesh, smoldering in a pile of jizz.

"Wait, what?" He examined the creature's soul once more, half-expecting to see that a transformation was taking place. Instead, he saw no soul at all. There was just a void where Santa and the Krampus had once been, the combined entity now gone.

"Oh, fuck." He stared in shock. "I just fucking killed Santa."

"What?" Lily stood, her hazmat suit disappearing. She stared at the charred body in disbelief, then raised a hand to her head and gave the hat a tug. Frowning, she released her hold on the fuzzy rim.

"Still stuck," she told him. "So he isn't dead."

"Then what are we looking at?" he asked, then flinched when the Krampus' body shifted, limbs cracking. One by one, the Krampus flexed his limbs, then he lifted himself up. His charred face twisted around, ash falling on the floor as his dark eyes contemplated Mike.

"Oh, shit." Mike muttered, realizing that he still couldn't see the Krampus' soul. Instead, it was a literal void of information, a dark mass that his gaze couldn't penetrate.

The mad cackle that came from the Krampus made every hair on Mike's neck stand on end. His whole body became numb as his danger sense kicked in.

"I. AM. FREE!" The Krampus yelled as an extra pair of arms burst from his torso. He moved toward Mike, but Lily's tail wrapped around one of his ankles to stop him. The Krampus whipped around and grabbed Lily by the throat with one hand and captured her arms and one of her legs with the other three.

"Make a wish," he hissed, then pulled. Lily let out a scream as she exploded into a cloud of sulfur and brimstone, her helper's hat falling to the floor. Mike, realizing that he had just royally fucked up, did the only thing he could think of.

He opened up the door to the basement and fled for his life.

With the Krampus free, it's every man and woman for themselves as the mad dash to save the North Pole will come down to a no-holds barred Krampus smackdown! Here comes Mike with the metal chair!

Thanks again for supporting this little tale of mine. I super appreciate all of you. I did have someone ask me recently why I make sure to say this almost every chapter, and the answer is simple:

An author is only as good as their readers.

If you're writing for yourself, then great! If you're writing for friends and family, awesome! And while I largely write this story for myself, I also write it for you all to enjoy. It costs me nothing to put a little grace and humility back into the world, just as it costs you nothing to click all those stars and have other people find this story!

Anyway, as promised, a little note about Ch. 93.

I loved that scene. When I plot these stories, I have a few ultimate scenes in mind. The kitsune/goddess sandwich was one. Mike getting pounded by Ghost of Christmas Present was another. As much fun as I had writing all of them, I actually started crying when I wrote the scene with Reagan.

It was originally going to be a little different, but the defining moment was when Death was reading her letter and broke off, then asked Lily if she would finish it. That wasn't supposed to happen. I picture these scenes intensely in my mind, and Death being unable to read because of how sad he was damn near broke me, and the rest of it flowed through tired fingers onto a bright white screen.

I love this tale and I love my characters. Sharing that love with all of you? That's just a bonus.

Until next time! Give yourself a hug, they're free, usually warm, and you deserve it!

~Annabelle Hawthorne