Exclusive Advent Calendar 2. Reviving the holiday spirit

Holiday Spirit (demon) x fem!reader || bondage (kinda), size kink, knotting, tail play, (light) dirty talk, (light) cum play

You were chosen to be the spirit’s bride.

It was something so, so special, something you’d been waiting all your life, every girl or boy of your village waited their whole life to be gifted such an honor. To give the holiday spirit a new life, to be treated like a queen as he worshiped your body… You were exhilarated about it, and you hadn’t even gotten to the castle. But you couldn’t wait.

You wore your best clothes, even thought the elders told you that wouldn’t matter because they would give you special clothes that would suit the wedding with the spirit. But you did it either way, you wanted to look your best for your soon to be husband.

You were giddy with excitement when you knocked on the castle’s door. “Now I see why he chose you specifically,” the naga at the door said, making you blush.

You weren’t a blushing virgin, but the fact that the spirit himself chose you to be his bride was such an honor that you felt your whole body shivering. The naga guided you to a room where a bunch of elves were waiting. Their tiny forms such a contrast with the big surroundings. You knew the spirit was big, you’d seen him a few times, and he was tall as a tree and built like one, too. So much bigger than you… and that made you hot under your collar.

The elves helped you prepare for your soon to be husband, taking your clothes and wrapping ribbons around your body until you felt like you were a present. A wrapped present for him… And then you realized, that was exactly what you were: a present for him. You were his new wife, the one he chose specifically. You were so flattered you could feel your heart trying to get out of your chest with how fast and hard it was beating.

You felt your pussy tingling in anticipation as one of the helping hands parted your legs and passed a ribbon between your lower lips, pressing a bit harder than necessary, making every twitch of your body resonate against your clit.

When they were done, the walked you to, what you assumed was, the throne room, and with each step, you could feel the ribbon rubbing against your sensitive areas. Your nipples were erect and each tiny movement made you shiver as your pussy got wetter and wetter. It was insanely hot, to be wrapped like a present, to be walked to your husband as the ribbon between your legs drove you closer and closer to the edge. It was exhilarating.

But nothing compared with the way your body lurched and trembled when you got the first glance of him.

He was sitting on his throne, so big and imposing your body shivered in anticipation. You got closer, your legs trembling as the ribbon kept edging you slowly. He left you breathless, his knowing smirk and imposing horns over his handsome face were enough to make you want to drop to your knees in front of him and worship him.

But he got up first, walking to you until he was right in front of your quivering body. He sniffed and his smirk grew bigger. He whispered something along the lines of “I knew you’d be perfect,” but it was so quiet you couldn’t be sure he even said it.

“Tradition calls for a kiss,” his deep voice resonated inside of you. You looked at him confused and he pointed over your head, where there was a mistletoe hanging from the ceiling.

You giggled involuntarily, looking up at him as he lowered his big head and planted a soft kiss against your lips. But that only left you wanting more, so much more. You weren’t there to be soft, you were there to revive the holiday spirit, and you were about to do that.

You grabbed his giant head between your hands and pressed more firmly against his lips, your tongue probing his hard lips as he parted them, allowing your tongue to dance against his. “So eager,” he moaned low and rough, your body shivering at the intensity of it all. He parted from you and grunted, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to him, your legs wrapping around his middle as you moaned.

He walked with you draped over him, his hands groping your ass as he continued kissing you breathless. Your brain was swimming in something akin to sinfulness. You barely knew him, but you couldn’t keep your hands away from him, rubbing his horns as he moaned against your lips. He was grunting as you bounced with each step, your ass rubbing against the tip of his cock, making both of you insane with anticipation.

Suddenly, he dropped your body onto a bed. You bounced over it, giggling. But your amusement was cut short when you saw him staring at you with such intensity you could feel it in your soul.

You could feel the ribbon getting wetter and wetter between your legs as he kept looking at you. And when he extended one of his claws and cut the ribbon off your body, you cried out. “So much prettier all naked and pleading…” He whispered, parting your legs with his big hands. “You are so wet… I love how little humans like you get all slippery for me.” It was so impersonal but at the same time so intimate that you wanted to scream his name. You were on edge and he barely touched you yet.

He tore off his own clothes, standing between your legs in nothing but his magnificent body, and you gasped when you looked down at his dick. “That- That’s not going to fit,” you worried, biting your lip as sadness colored your tone.

He chuckled, as if what you said was funny in any way. “Oh, little human, it will. I will make it fit,” the grunt at the end of his sentence was so rough and low it reverberated through your body, your clit tingling in need.

He kissed down your body, starting at your sternum, stopping over your pointy nipples to blow cold air over them. You shivered, and he moaned, engulfing it between his soft lips. His fangs against your skin felt dangerous and arousing, closing over your nipples until you were begging him to do something, to touch you where you needed him most.

When his mouth kept going down, you thought he wasn’t going to go through with it, that he wouldn’t give you the cock you feared and wanted so badly. But he only kissed your mound and escalated your body again. He kissed your fervently, his tongue so long and slippery against yours, his hands grabbing your hips so harshly you could feel the beginning of bruises appareling already.

He pulled back from your kiss as you felt the tip of his cock against your entrance. “Come on, open up for me…” He mumbled against your ear as he pushed a bit harder, your pussy resisting the invasion of his huge dick. “Just a little bit more, my wife, and you’ll be mine.” And that did it, the possessive edge in his tone made your body surrender under his, your hands grabbing his horns as his dick finally entered your hungry pussy.

You both moaned at the same time. He was so big you could feel him everywhere at once, your whole body was attuned to the stretching feeling of your cunt. He kept going. And going. And going. Each tiny millimeter made you feel fuller, fuller, fuller… You felt like you were about to burst, as a single tear left your eye. He kissed it away, his tongue licking your cheek as he nuzzled your temple.

“You are doing so well, my wife, you feel so good around my cock. You are going to look so good when you are full of my come… When you are clenching around my knot.”

His words made it easier, they made you so wet you thought you were about to lose your mind. And then you felt it: his hips against you, his balls against your ass, he bottomed out.

“You feel so good, so perfect, my wife. You were made for me, the best human I’ve ever had.” You cried out.

And then the slow and caressing words were over, and he was pistoning his hips against your human body, hitting you so deep and so profound that you could feel him at the back of your throat. And it was so good, so incredibly good you couldn’t even process it. His hands were everywhere, his dick was inside of you, hitting your special places over and over until you could only think about his cock, chanting his name over and over as he kept going.

You felt his tail traveling up your leg, and when it pressed against your asshole, your brain short-circuited and you came around him for the first time. He grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic. He grunted with each clench of your pussy around his shaft, his eyes rolling back into his head as he threw his head back, the framing of the light over his horns made him look ethereal, almost godly, and it only drove you further.

When you came down, he was still thrusting slowly in and out of you, calculated and precise, hitting your oversensitive G-spot. You could only moan and whimper as he kept going, drawing three more orgasms out of you before you were tearing up because of the insane pleasure he was subjecting you to.

“Gonna pump you so full you are going to be leaking for days,” he promised against your ear when you felt his knot starting to expand against your G-spot. You screamed his name, his big smile almost blinding you with his beauty.

He pinched your clit between two of his fingers, his tail rubbing against your asshole as you surrendered to the pleasure and came messily around him once again. He cried out your name, driving you further into ecstasy.

You could feel him starting to come, the first shot of his hot cum hitting your insides as you panted, your lungs unable to function properly, breathless because of the pleasure as he pumped you full. Shot after shot of his come drove you into insanity, it was like being filled with joy and cheerful spirits, it was like being completely claimed. And you loved it.

Your body ceased to exist for a few seconds, you couldn’t feel anything but his big knot stretching you and filling you to the brim, the rolling of his hips moving the pools of come inside of you and driving you to places you didn’t know existed.

And then you passed out.

When you woke up, he was looking down at you with dreamy eyes. “Your pussy looks great all stretched and leaking… I’m going to keep it that way forever,” he promised, kissing your forehead as his finger probed your overused hole, pushing some of his cum back inside.

You were a bit in love with your husband already.