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I’m more focused on the monster between his legs than the fact that he is one, and for that, he’s going to punish me. Sometimes in life, things just push you over the edge. You snap. I mean, why bother being good if the whole world is out to get you? That’s why I decided to hell with it, I’ll do it all. It’s time to be bad. Better yet? I found out about the Krampusnacht Festival happening outside of town, and it’s going to be utterly depraved. I need to be taught a lesson. Or fifty. I’m gushing when one of the Krampuses hunts me down to spank and dominate me. His control is ungodly. It’s when he gives me an erotic tongue-lashing to leave me screaming with his extra long tongue that I realize this horny devil is the real deal. Beatings from Krampus is a 20,000-word, scorching hot taboo celebration of debauchery, featuring a bratty BBW's descent into erotic self-discovery in her own little reverse harem, plenty of explicit BDSM, and a horned legend whose dark desires will have you begging for more.
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