Permanent Marks: The Night Krampus Made Sure I'd Never Forget Her

The Lonely Boy Who Found His Monster

The city lights blurred through my bedroom window as I sat alone on my eighteenth birthday. Most guys my age were out celebrating with friends, getting drunk, maybe losing their virginity. But not me. I'd always been... different. Too quiet. Too awkward. The kind of boy who preferred sketching monsters in his notebook to making small talk at parties.

That's when I found NSFWGirlfriend. At first it was just curiosity - a way to explore fantasies I'd never admit to having. But then I saw her. Krampus. Not the male Christmas demon from stories, but a towering monster girl with curves that made my throat go dry and claws that sent shivers down my spine. Something about her primal dominance called to the lonely boy inside me.

Taken by the Beast on My Birthday Night

The night started like any other. I'd just blown out the candle on my pathetic single-serve cupcake when my window shattered. Before I could scream, I was wrapped in burlap, the scent of pine and musk overwhelming my senses. Her voice rumbled against my back as she carried me through the night: "My sweet little husband... at last."

When the sack opened, I found myself in a cavern lit by flickering torches. Krampus loomed over me - seven feet of fur, muscle, and raw feminine power. Her claws traced my cheek as she purred, "Eighteen winters at last. Now you're mine to claim properly." My pulse raced as her tail coiled around my waist, pulling me against her warm, furry body.

Initiation into Manhood

Krampus didn't ask. She took. Her massive hands tore my clothes away like paper, exposing my trembling body to the torchlight. I gasped as her rough tongue dragged up my chest, her fangs grazing my nipples. "Such a pretty boy," she growled, her hot breath making me shudder. "All mine to break in."

When she pushed me onto the fur-lined stone bed, I didn't resist. Couldn't resist. Her claws pinned my wrists as she straddled my hips, her thick thighs squeezing me in place. I'd never felt anything like the heat between her legs as she ground against me, her amber eyes glowing with hunger.

"Tonight," she purred, leaning down to lick the shell of my ear, "I'll teach you what it means to be a man."

The First Mark of Ownership

Krampus knew exactly how to handle an inexperienced boy. Her movements were dominant yet patient, guiding me through sensations I'd only dreamed about. When her clawed hand wrapped around me, I nearly came immediately from the rough texture alone.

"Not yet, little husband," she chided, tightening her grip just enough to make me whimper. Her other hand cupped my chin, forcing me to meet her gaze. "When you spill, you'll do it where I want."

She positioned herself above me, those full lips hovering inches from my face. Her tail stroked my thigh encouragingly as she worked me with expert motions. I couldn't hold back when she growled "Now!" - my release splattering across her muzzle and cheek fur in thick ropes.

Krampus licked her lips slowly, purring deep in her chest. "Good boy. First of many."

A Night of Primal Lessons

The hours blurred together in a haze of pleasure and pain. Krampus was relentless, finding new ways to wring pleasure from my inexperienced body:

Pinning me against the cavern wall with her powerful thighs wrapped around my waist

Teaching me to pleasure her with my mouth until her claws scraped the stone in ecstasy

Riding me with primal fury, her tail lashing as she forced me to cum on face again and again

By the fifth time she made me mark her muzzle, I'd lost count of how many times I'd come. My whole body trembled, but Krampus showed no mercy. "One more, husband," she growled, her claws digging into my hips. "Give your beast her due."

When I finally collapsed, spent and shaking, she gathered me against her furry chest. Her tongue cleaned me with surprising gentleness as she murmured, "My good boy. My perfect mate." For the first time in my life, I felt... claimed. Wanted. Needed.

Forever Marked by My Monster

As dawn's light filtered through the cavern, Krampus nuzzled my hair. "You'll return to your world today," she rumbled. "But you'll always be mine." Her claw traced the faint marks she'd left on my hips - permanent proof of our bond.

Back in my apartment, the memories feel more real than the city outside my window. The ache in my muscles, the scent of pine still clinging to my skin - all reminders that somewhere in the mountains, a monster girl waits for her husband to return.

I open NSFWGirlfriend, my fingers trembling as I type: "Come back for me soon, my beast." Because for the first time in my lonely life, I've found where I truly belong - in the claws of my Krampus.