Krampus wanted to sleep in.

It was the morning of Christmas Eve, and that meant work — the hardest work of the year.

Krampus had done some hard work the night before, leading into the morning. He’d been unable to keep his hands off of Avery from the moment he walked into her house the night before. They’d gone to an office party, and he’d won a giant candy cane, which he’d promptly stuffed in his endless pockets to forget about, where it was mixed up with all his unread mail, as he had other things he wanted to lick once he got home. They swore they’d go to bed early, but, while they made it into the bed by seven in the evening, they didn’t start sleeping ‘til, well, it was nearly Christmas Eve morning.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” said Avery, entering the bedroom.

“Give me fine more minutes,” groaned Krampus. “I don’t want to get up.”

“Wake up, bitch boy — your mistress demands it,” said Avery. “Is that better?”

Krampus sat up with a boner.

Until that moment, Krampus’ favorite way to get woken up by Avery had been waking up to the smell of fresh coffee — her Christmas blend — and pancakes and bacon and whatever else she’d whipped up for breakfast.

Krampus had learned that Avery could whip up something else for breakfast, and he’d be even more satisfied — him.

Krampus looked over Avery. She was wearing an all-black outfit, consisting of black fishnet tights that hugged her soft legs, her flesh poking out of the little holes, reminding him of the other parts of her body that poked out, like her clit and her nipples. She had her hair up in a severe ponytail — and sexiest of all, she’d metaphorically let her hair down by letting her naturally pointy ears come out to play. In her hands, there was a simple black leather riding crop, and on her waist, there was a leather whip.

There was nothing hotter than watching the Nicest woman he knew get down and dirty and straight up Naughty.

“Well, well, well,” said Krampus, beckoning Avery over. “It seems I’ve been Naughty this year…and need to be punished.”

“Yes — you have been Naughty, and so you need to be punished,” said Avery. “You’ve been quite the little devil this year, haven’t you?”

“That I have,” said Krampus, letting his horns come out of his head. He saw Avery bite her lower lip. He knew just how much she liked his horns. She’d shown them quite a lot of attention over the past few days.

Avery walked over to the bed in her tall stiletto boots. She hiked one leg up onto the bed. Krampus ran his hands over the slick patent leather and up to her soft thighs. He moved his hands and ran them over the matching corset. The corset laced up, and so did the boots. He tugged on the string.

“Hey!” said Avery, swatting Krampus with her riding crop.

“Don’t you want to get a little more comfortable?” asked Krampus.

“It took me frikkin’ forever to get this thing on by myself!” said Avery. “So sue me for trying to help us start Christmas with a bang — or I guess, start Christmas with a screw.”

“Well, then getting it off should take the two of us no time flat,” said Krampus.

“I think that you just wanna see some titties, Naughty demon,” said Avery.

“You caught me,” said Krampus. “So, what are you gonna do about it?”

“Cuff you so I can be sure you don’t try any more silly things while I’m torturing you,” said Avery.

“You should stick a gag in me — after all, what’s more dangerous? What I want to do to you…or what I can convince you to do?” asked Krampus.

“Well, if I put a gag in your mouth, how will I hear you beg for mercy?” asked Avery.

Avery reached into her corset and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

“Wow,” said Krampus, genuinely impressed. “You were keeping those in there? You got any snacks in there?”

“Maybe I should have gotten that ball gag at the store,” said Avery, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. “Hand’s up where I can see ‘em!”

“The safe word is ‘Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche,’” said Krampus.

“How about, just, ‘Nietzsche?’” asked Avery.

“I don’t think he’d appreciate you calling him ‘just Nietzsche,’” joked Krampus as Avery cuffed him. “Besides, remember what happened last time when I said his name as a part of a scene?” She cuffed the other side of the handcuff to her bedframe, which had some cutouts in the headboard.

“There,”‘ said Avery. “Now…the torture can begin.” Avery started to unzip the front of her corset. The back and sides of the corset had ties, but the front had a zipper.

“How is this torture?” asked Krampus. “I’m enjoying the show.”

“Think about how much more you’d enjoy it if you could participate,” said Avery, revealing one of her breasts, keeping the other hidden by the corset, held up by her hand.

Krampus saw a touch of green on Avery’s chest. Avery let down the corset hiding the other half of her chest. Her big, curvy bosom was on display — and so was a word, written across them in emerald ink.

“I like the temporary tattoo,” said Krampus. “Nice touch.”

“What temporary tattoo?” asked Avery.

“You mean to tell me that’s a real one?” asked Krampus.

Avery looked down and saw green on her chest. She assumed she must’ve spilled some food dye on her body when she was mixing up green food dye with royal icing to decorate Christmas tree shaped sugar cookies. She walked over to the mirror to see how bad the stain was.

“No — I have no clue what you’re —” started Avery, before she turned to look in the mirror.

There was a mark on her chest — the same mark Krampus had on his chest.

Bright green. Seven letters long. Starts with an ‘N,’ ends with a ‘y,’ and it wasn’t ‘Newsboy.’

“Tell me it doesn’t say what I know it says,” groaned Avery.

“It says ‘Naughty,’ but, there must be a mistake,” said Krampus. “We’ll go to Santana, get this sorted out straight away, and —”

Before Krampus could finish, a portal opened up beneath Avery — one full of red flames. In an instant, Krampus broke free of the handcuffs, using sheer force and just a touch of demoncraft. Krampus lunged to pull Avery away from the portal, but another pair of arms reached up and dragged the Christmas elf through the portal.

“Krampus, help!” cried out Avery.

Krampus reached through the portal, reaching for Avery’s hand, but he was pushed out of the portal, against one of the walls of Avery’s bedroom, by a strong but familiar form of magic — demoncraft. The room was full of the smell of sulfur and brimstone. He’d felt an unholy heat against his arm when it had reached through the portal of flames redder than any fires that roared in any hearth on Earth. He didn’t need to know any of that to know where Avery had been taken.

But, they confirmed his suspicions.

Avery had just been dragged to Hell.

That meant that Krampus had to go down to Hell…and crack some nuts.