Krampus POV
Laxus didn't even give me a chance to finish catching my breath before he grabbed my wrist—firm, warm, decisive—and dragged me straight toward the door. He moved with that single‑minded intensity he always had when he wanted something, muttering under his breath about "unfinished business," voice already dipping low in a way that sent a pulse straight through me.
I barely had time to laugh, breathless with surprise and excitement, before he yanked me even closer. My body collided with the solid heat of his chest, and he leaned down, his breath brushing my ear as he growled, low and rough:
"We're finishing what we started yesterday."
A shiver raced through me. The way he said we—not just a casual toss of the word, but full of certainty, possession, want. My chest warmed instantly, and before I could fully process that, he added with an offhand confidence that made something in my heart twist:
"C'mon. Let's go home."
Home.
…gods, I nearly melted.
The word echoed through me like a spell, soft and overwhelming. I felt heat bloom across my face, my lungs tightening with something embarrassingly sweet. I sighed—actually sighed—bliss curling through my chest.
Our house.
Not just mine anymore. Not just a place I lived. It was shared now. Marked. Lived in by me and by the blond lightning dragon who had somehow gone from guildmate to partner to the man I couldn't imagine my days without.
A home with him.
My heart fluttered so violently it was almost painful—but in the best way imaginable.
Before long, we were already in our bedroom—because Laxus wasn't simply walking anymore. He was hunting. Focused. Determined. And apparently, I was prey he intended to pin down. He pushed me back with a guided force, slamming me lightly against the wall; not enough to hurt, but enough to make my breath stutter. His arms caged me in, forearms braced beside my head, his body heat rolling over me like a physical wave. My heart kicked against my ribs.
I barely had time to tilt my head up before he seized my mouth in a kiss that felt like lightning given form. Deep. Starved. Possessive. It hit me so hard my knees nearly buckled. Heat shot straight down my spine and I moaned helplessly into him, the sound swallowed by the hungry press of his lips.
My hands flew up on instinct, grasping his shoulders—solid, broad, flexing underneath my fingers as he pressed closer. The power in him was impossible to ignore; every movement was controlled but charged, like a storm trying to restrain itself.
He shifted, and his thigh slipped between mine, pushing up firmly. At the same moment, his crotch ground into mine, the sudden friction violent in the best way. I gasped, my breath catching against his lips.
We were both so hard it was almost painful, the heat between us unmistakable and overwhelming.
"L‑Laxus—" I gasped into his mouth, the sound breaking high and needy. My claws curled helplessly against his shoulders. I hadn't expected him to be this forceful—this assertive—and the shock of it made my whole body soften for him, spine arching as heat flooded through me.
He growled softly, low in his chest. "Shut up. I'm not slowing down."
The command—rough, unhesitating—sent a helpless tremor through me. I felt my knees weaken, my tail flicking behind me in a frantic twitch I couldn't control. I didn't want him to slow down. I didn't want him to stop. I wanted more. I wanted him.
Before I could even think to move, his hand slid up—fingers threading into the base of my mane. He tugged. Not hard, just enough pressure to send sparks racing across my scalp and make my breath break into a choked whine.
"Sensitive, huh?" Laxus murmured against my mouth, smug.
I nodded—desperate, embarrassed, needy.
He chuckled darkly and let his other hand drift up, tracing the outline of my pointed ear with deliberate slowness. The moment his thumb brushed over the sensitive edge, my hips jerked forward on instinct.
"Cute," he said, voice low.
His fingers trailed lower, brushing over my chest—circling one nipple, then flicking it with his thumb. My back arched helplessly, a soft, broken moan spilling out.
Then both his hands slid down, one tracing along my spine, the other dragging down the length of my tail. When he grasped the base lightly—just enough pressure to claim, to control—I almost melted against the wall.
"Look at you," he murmured, lips brushing the corner of my mouth. "Falling apart already."
I trembled. "L-Laxus, I—"
"Didn't say you could talk."
The command hit harder than the touch.
My clothes dematerialized instantly—vanished into sparkles of red and gold magic—leaving only my jockstrap. I didn't even think. I just reacted to him, baring myself because he wanted me. Laxus hissed in approval, feral and hungry, kissing me harder as both his hands slid down to grab my ass in a firm, possessive grip.
A needy, broken moan tore out of me before I could stop it.
Without warning, Laxus hoisted me up. I let out a startled gasp, my legs wrapping around his waist automatically, my arms hooking around his neck like I needed to cling to him or I'd fall apart. He carried me as if I weighed nothing—strong, steady, relentless—never once breaking the kiss, never giving me room to think, only to feel.
Gods… he was so strong. And I loved it.
In two strides he brought me to the bed and practically threw me onto it. I bounced, breathless, flushed, already shaking from how turned on I was. My tail flopped weakly against the sheets, twitching in pure anticipation.
Laxus straightened, looming over me, and for a moment he simply looked—like he was savoring the sight of me sprawled out and panting for him. His chest rose slow and heavy, eyes tracing every inch of exposed skin with a heat that made my breath catch.
Then he hooked a finger under the hem of his shirt and pulled it off in one slow, animalistic motion, muscles rippling in a rolling wave that had me biting back a whimper. The deliberate display made my thighs squeeze together instinctively. He knew exactly what he was doing—and I loved it.
He stepped out of his pants with the same unhurried confidence, never looking away from me. His gaze was hungry, possessive—like a predator watching prey that had already given up struggling and was offering itself willingly.
My heart hammered so loudly I could hear it in my ears.
Laxus crawled onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, each movement slow and purposeful. His presence filled the space, filled my senses, eclipsed everything but him. When he hovered over me, caging me in with his arms, his breath brushed my cheek.
His voice dropped to a sinful rumble:
"You have no idea what you do to me…"
The sound of it melted something deep inside me. A soft moan escaped before I could stop myself, embarrassingly needy. Too high. Too eager. Too slutty. I slapped a hand over my mouth, cheeks burning.
Laxus only smirked.
He reached out and gently pried my hand away, pinning it beside my head. His eyes darkened, pupils blown wide with heat and want.
Laxus dives right in for another passionate kiss while his hands explore my body, caressing every muscle under my fur, and teasing my nipples once more. This time he's even pulsing a small voltage at his fingertips, making everything feel way more stimulating than before. Then he broke away from the kiss. My eyes must have been saying 'what's wrong?' because he said.
"I wanna try something."
Laxus changes orientation while on top of me and I realized that he wanted a "69".
"I've been craving to know what your dick tastes like since yesterday, make sure to give mine a taste, too." With that said, Laxus waste no time to grab my dick and swallow it all down his throat, bobbing up and down like a pro pornstar.
At this point, there were so many questions running through my mind like "How can you swallow down my beer can dick?" or "How are you so skilled at this?", but everything was drowned out by a loud moan escaping my mouth and even my hips started thrusting on their own by just how much pleasure I felt from Laxus sucking me off.
My gaze glazed over and I saw that Laxus's crotch was right at my face. I didn't want to be the only one feeling pleasure so I grab his dick into my paws, giving it a few strokes as I opened my mouth to also give him a blowjob. It tasted salty and there was a manly scent flooding my nose, making me feel intoxicated and I redoubled my sucking effort. I really work my tongue over the head of his dick and take the advantage of having a maw to effortlessly swallow his whole dick, which is just as well-endowed as myself if not a bit shorter.
I could feel that Laxus was full of approval as he also moaned around my cock, adding some vibration to the already fantastic blowjob. However I, Krampus, am an overachiever and wanna do better.
So I lube up my digits with some saliva and slip one of my sausage-thick fingers inside Laxus. Thankfully, my claws are retractable or there would be a bloody mess, but anyway, before Laxus could react too much, I jab my finger at his prostate and his dick started twitching in my mouth and I heard a loud moan around my dick from Laxus.
Hearing that Laxus enjoyed it, I continued my efforts and before long, there were already three of my fingers stretching out Laxus's ass. Perhaps feeling competitive, Laxus also started trying to finger my ass and damn, feeling his fingers up my ass got me so hot that I don't think I can last any longer.
Laxus went even beyond that and started releasing some voltage from his fingertips again, this time stimulating my prostate electrically and I couldn't hold on anymore. I started cumming like crazy and Laxus seems to have reached his limits, too, cuz he started cumming in my mouth and I swallowed it all. Laxus wasn't to be outdone cuz he did the same and swallowed all my jizz.
However, we both know it ain't over yet as we were still both hard and raring to go. Then as if by instinct, Laxus pulled me into a missionary position with his cock positioned at my hole.
"Is it okay if I enter? Do you need more prep?" Laxus asks, voice laced with expectation and lust.
I gave him a smirk. "Hah! Prepping is for humans. Don't underestimate the physique of the spirit of Christmas. Now get that big dick of yours and slam it up my ass. Santa's been naughty and he needs it rough!"
I didn't care if I sounded needy as hell, but I really wanted Laxus to fuck me in the ass and claim my virginity.
Laxus didn't left me waiting and thrust hard and my ass swallowed his entire cock. I was in bliss as I feel the stretch deep inside me and the pressure on my prostate. God that's a big dick, and it felt so warm, way better than some dildo.
Laxus paused for hot minute, probably enjoying the warmth of my hole, before thrusting in and out wildly and I felt no pain, only pleasure. Endless pleasure rushing wildly throughout my whole body.
Every one of Laxus's thrusts results in a wave of pleasure echoing in my body and it's as if I were experiencing several mini orgasms, making my dick squirt a bit of cum with every thrust. Because of that, both our muscular torsos were wet and sticky but we didn't care. Laxus was grinning widely with an animalistic look to him, yet his gaze was full of love and passion as he looked at me while he plowed me into the bed.
I looked at him with the same amount of love with my glazed eyes, but my face must seem so unsightly right now. My maw was gaping with an obscene smile and my tongue was hanging out. It was basically an 'ahegao' face. (Reference bara doujinshi if you don't know. Just think of bara art from Mensuke for this scene)
The room was filled with grunts and moans as Laxus continued to fuck me hard and that big orgasm inside me was building up fast. I could tell it was the same for Laxus as his thrusts became more erratic, but it seems he doesn't want a simple climax.
"Hah...hah...hah. Krampy, I'm close. I'm gonna come deep inside you.hah...hah" said Laxus, slightly breathless.
"Oooh fuuuck yeah, Laxus! Do it, dump your seed deep in me! I'm gonna cum soon!" I managed to answer while in a delirious state.
Then Laxus surprises me by grabbing my squirting dick and furiously rubbing the head while also discharging some voltage to stimulate it. If that wasn't enough, he also somehow released voltage from his own dick to stimulate my prostate on the inside. This double whammy left me no time to react as the giant orgasm that's been building up all this time erupted all at once, so I roared like a beast in heat.
"*ROOOOOOAAAAAAAAR!!!!!!!!*" My roar shook the whole room as my dick shot a massive load that flew past Laxus's hand and went everywhere like a white eruption.
"FFUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCK!!!!!!" As if echoing my own roar, Laxus yelled loudly as he also orgasmed and shot his load deep inside me, filling me with a sense of warmth and fullness. Everything together was so intense that I briefly blacked out.
When clarity finally returned—barely—I was on my back, chest heaving, body limp and pleasantly ruined. Laxus lay half on top of me, heavy and warm, his head rising and falling with my breathing as he rested against my chest. Instinctively, I held him close, arms wrapped tight around him like I never wanted to let go.
We were both warm. Sweaty. Satisfied. The whole room smelled like heat and skin and lightning magic cooling down. A hazy, intoxicating bliss wrapped around us, the kind of afterglow that made my eyelids flutter and my thoughts slow to a gentle hum.
He'd been rough. Hard. Possessive. Dominant in ways that left me shaking—yet safe, cherished, wanted. Everything I didn't know I needed until he gave it to me. And gods, I could still feel him… the satisfying, spreading warmth deep inside me, settling heavy and full in a way that made my breath stutter.
Another shiver rolled through me, my back arching just the smallest bit.
I clenched instinctively, unable to help it, wanting to hold onto every drop he'd given me.
"…fuck," Laxus murmured, feeling the movement. His hand slid down to grip my hip, squeezing just a little too hard. "Seriously? You're tryin' to keep all that cum inside you?"
I flushed hot. "M-Maybe…? I just… like the thought of you breeding me."
Laxus let out a low, filthy laugh—shaky, disbelieving, and so damn turned on it vibrated against my chest. "You're unreal. Absolutely fucking unreal."
He dragged his thumb slowly along my hipbone, voice dropping to a hungry growl. "You're so damn kinky, you know that? Saying shit like that… fuck, I wanna hear more."
We lay there in silence for a moment before he finally asked, voice tired but hopeful:
"…Did I do okay?"
I snorted, then immediately winced at how raw my throat felt. "Laxus, you heard me. If this house wasn't enchanted to be soundproof, the whole damn West Forest would've heard me roar when I came. My magic tried to muffle me and it still barely did anything."
He smirked smugly at that, clearly proud of himself.
"I didn't sound… too slutty, right?" I asked.
Laxus huffed, rolling his eyes. "Krampus. Every damn moan you made? Every sound? Gods, they drove me crazy." His voice dropped. "Made me feel… possessive. Like a dragon staking a claim."
He frowned at the last part, confused, brow furrowing adorably in a way that didn't match the rough, dominant man who had just wrecked me minutes ago.
I chuckled softly and brushed my fingers through his hair, letting my claws lightly scrape his scalp in a soothing pass. "That's normal. My fusion magic protects your core personality, but it doesn't stop the natural instinct side of the Dragon Lacrima. Honestly, letting those instincts mix with your emotions is a good sign."
That eased him instantly—his shoulders relaxing, his grip on me softening as he exhaled a slow, relieved breath.
…Of course, I didn't mention that I'd also been discreetly upgrading Dragon Slayer Magic itself as a gift for him. One shock at a time.
Before I could say anything else, Laxus shifted—just a slight adjustment of his hips—but it dragged something very stiff and very hot right against my thigh.
I blinked and looked down. "...Already?"
He shrugged, cheeks tinting pink despite his attempt at a serious face. "You're warm," he muttered, as if that alone was enough explanation.
It kind of was.
And just like that, heat surged through me again. My body reacted before my mind caught up.
We stared at each other, breath mingling.
Laxus smirked—slow, crooked, hungry. "Round two?"
My breath caught, arousal flaring bright and sharp.
"Round two," I said, voice dropping into something darker, hungrier. "But this time… it's my turn."
I slid my hands over his hips, gripping firmly, and flipped him gently onto his back, savoring his surprised grunt and the way his eyes lit with anticipation.
Laxus POV
I swear, even now, lying on my back with Krampus looming over me like some smug mountain made of muscle, fur, heat, and pure sinful arrogance, I can still feel it—every single moment from earlier replaying in my head like a damn fever dream.
The heat. The pressure. The raw force behind each thrust. The way his huge body tightened around me when I pushed in deep. The way he grabbed at the sheets, at me, at anything he could reach because he was coming apart.
And the way he roared when he came.
Not moaned. Not whimpered.
Roared.
It echoes in my memory so vividly that a shiver runs straight down my spine and turns into a pulse at the base of my dick. I can almost feel that moment again—the tension under my hands, the way his back arched, the way his tail went rigid, the way he clenched so tight around me I nearly blacked out from how good it felt.
Gods. I did that. Me.
I lift a hand and run it slowly over his chest, dragging my palm through the short, thick fur stretched over muscles that feel like they were carved from some divine stone. His body is unreal—huge and hot and solid under my touch. There isn't a single person in the guild who could compare to this kind of raw, overwhelming strength.
And yet… he submitted to me.
He melted under me.
He turned into a panting, moaning, shaking mess—desperate, needy, clinging. All because of my hands, my voice, my rhythm.
The image is burned into my brain, and I don't think it's ever leaving.
I still can't believe it really happened. That I got to see that side of him—Krampus, the seven-foot-three divine beast of Christmas, feared by half the world, revered by the other half—reduced to a cock-hungry, whimpering pile of lust.
Because of me.
And now? Now he's hovering above me like some gorgeous predator with a slow, dangerous smirk spreading across his muzzle, his aura rolling off him in a way that feels like it's wrapping around me, claiming me.
Yeah. I'm hard again. Obviously.
I swallow, staring up at him as that dominant look deepens. His neon-blue halo casts a faint glow behind him, making him look like some holy warning sign carved into the night. I clear my throat, trying to sound steady.
"You gonna just stare at me all night, or what?" I ask, but my voice comes out softer and breathier than I intended.
Krampus chuckles—a low, rumbling purr of a sound that vibrates straight through my chest. "I'm thinking," he says, tone dripping with heat, "about how I want to take you."
…Okay yeah, that did it. My hips lift slightly on instinct.
Look, the submissive, bitch-in-heat Krampus from earlier? Hot. Insanely hot. That side of him could've ruined me alone.
But this version of Krampus? Tender, confident, aggressively dominant, leaning over me like I'm dessert he's about to devour?
That's doing something entirely different to me.
Something intense.
Something primal.
My whole body reacts before my brain can catch up—I open my legs for him without hesitation. Shameless. Wanting.
Krampus's eyes flash in satisfaction.
But Krampus didn't enter me immediately and instead uses some cum as lube and use four of his fingers to stretch me out.
And damn! What a stretch it was! It hurt a little at first but then there was a sense of fullness and pleasure to that stretch. Still, I was getting impatient.
"Patient Laxus. Although you're tough, you're not built like me and still need a bit of prep." Krampus said as if knowing what I was thinking.
"Damn it, Krampy! I can take it-Ah fuuuck!" I wanted to retort, but I was cut off by my own moan due to the sensation of Krampus's dickhead entering me followed by the rest of his monstrous dick.
He enters me slowly, really letting me savor the feel of his dick slowly stretching on the inside and when that dick was fully in, I could even see a small bump on my stomach. After reaching out to caress it, I felt his dick from the outside.
Beyond that, I felt amazingly full and waves of pleasure was washing through me as I feel his dick radiating heat from inside me.
"I'm gonna start thrusting now. Ya ready?" Krampus asks tenderly, but his face is wild and his eyes full of heat.
"Don't hold back, Krampy. Give me all you got!" I answered with gusto, and Krampus replied by pulling back and thrusting.
I have to admit, every thrusts feels so amazing, especially when his dick presses past this one spot, it felt like a jolt of pleasure bursting out of nowhere. Was that the prostate that Krampus talks about? Damn, it feels good to get fucked.
Krampus starts picking up speed, going at the same pace as when I fucked him before. Even more pleasure flood my body, but I'm not quite satisfied because just lying on the bed as Krampus do all the work to give me pleasure just ain't my style. So I start by tightening up my ass, to which Krampus growls with pleasure, feeling the tightness, but I'm not satisfied yet.
I reach up to grab Krampus and flip him into a sitting position while I sit on his lap facing him with my legs on his sides, all without his dick ever leaving me.
"Whoa! The seesaw position? Well, if this gets you going then I'll do my best." Krampus seems to get my intentions and uses his paws to grab my asscheeks to lift me up and down while I cooperate by hanging by his broad shoulders as leverage. This position seems to let that big dick of his penetrate even deeper, gods he felt so full and warm inside.
There's also the fact that my own dick is trapped between my own abs and his furry abs. And with every bounce, the underside of my dick slides against those furry abs, sending me pleasurable sensations that make me shiver.
Even then, I still wanna go above and beyond, so I start discharging voltage once more. At this point, I'm already an expert at releasing just the right amount of electricity to stimulate Krampus. I even switch to hanging on Krampus by his massive pecs instead and stimulate his nipples, which I know Krampus loves.
Krampus's wild and dominant expression gives way to a more slutty expression. Heh! Even when he's topping, I'm still on top! But gods, I'm really getting wrecked. I'm not gonna last much longer.
"Fuck Krampy, I'm gonna cum soon." I said, sounding breathless.
"Ooh yeah, Laxus. Do it, cum all over me. I'm gonna cum deep inside ya soon." Krampus slurred as he reached his limit just as I reached mine, as the feel of his fur on my body is simply too stimulating.
With a roar, we came once more. I shot a massive load that made the space between us a total white mess. Meanwhile, Krampus came hard inside me, flushing me with so much cum that my stomach bulged a bit.
When it's over—round three now, I think?—I collapse forward onto Krampus's chest, completely drained. My entire body trembles with aftershocks, like the pleasure is still echoing through my nerves even though we've already come down from the high. My head feels light, swimmy, and my legs are useless—just dead weight hanging off the bed. I can't even pretend to be dignified about it. I'm wrecked.
But gods… gods, it was worth every second.
I swallow, breath catching in my throat, and before I can stop myself—before I can even think about stopping myself—I whisper it out. Raw. Unfiltered. Honest.
"I love you."
The words leave me like a confession I've been holding in for years.
Krampus reacts instantly.
His massive arms wrap around me, enveloping me in warmth so deep it makes my chest tighten. He pulls me in like I'm something precious, something that belongs to him. Then he leans up just enough to press a soft kiss to my lips—gentle in a way that feels almost sacred—followed by another peck on my forehead.
His voice rumbles through his chest and into mine.
"I love you too."
And just like that, I melt. Completely. Any strength I had left liquefies into nothing. I sink fully against him, my face buried in his fur, letting that warmth and certainty settle into my bones.
We don't even pretend to acknowledge the absolute disaster zone surrounding us. There's a sticky mess coating our bodies, the sheets, the pillows—hell, I'm pretty sure some of it defied physics and got on the ceiling. But right now? None of it matters.
After several long, blissful minutes of snuggling, something finally kicks in.
"…Didn't we, uh… cum way too much?" I mumble.
Krampus blinks down at me with sleepy confusion. "…Define 'too much.'"
I push myself up just enough to glare at him. "Krampus. There is cum everywhere. You have it on your face, your horns, your mane—your mane, Krampus. And I swear your halo caught some despite not being solid."
He tilts his head, looking more amused than apologetic. "That just means we were enthusiastic."
"Uh‑huh. Sure." I start to retort—but then something else hits me. Hard. "Wait… why do I feel like I could go again after just a few minutes? And why do I feel… stronger? Like, magically stronger?"
Krampus freezes.
I narrow my eyes. "Krampus. What did you do?"
He gives me the guiltiest expression I've ever seen on a seven‑foot divine beast. "…Okay, so—maybe I used something."
"Something?" I repeat, full deadpan.
He sighs, ears folding back. "It's called Love Embrace. I made it for Carlo and Adam's anniversary next month. It's a sex‑magic blessing. Enhances everything—pleasure, bond, stamina. And it helps you recover energy really fast. It also gives a small increase in physical and magical strength."
I just stare. He fidgets.
He quickly adds, "But! It only works based on how much love there is between the users. And it doesn't fix mental fatigue, so you can only go as long as your mind can handle."
I blink slowly. "…Krampus."
"Yes?" he answers, ears twitching nervously.
"I'm not mad."
His whole face lights up. His ears perk high, and his halo literally brightens.
I grin up at him. "I love that magic. That's awesome. Use it again."
Krampus beams—actually beams—with happiness.
And after resting a bit? Yeah.
We go again.
And again.
And again.
From 5 PM… to 3 AM.
By the time we finally stop, I'm half‑dead in the best way possible, Krampus is purring like some massive demonic cat, and the bed looks like it went through a natural disaster.
Thank every god in existence that Krampus has deep‑sleep magic. Two hours of that, and he's fully recovered. If he didn't, we'd be wiped out for days.
But as I lie there—watching him breathe, feeling his huge arms wrap around me in that protective way—something warm curls in my chest.
I can't help smiling.
I can't help looking forward to every day after this.
So yeah.
That's the end of today.
And the beginning of… something really damn good.