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There were still a few days left before the great panic, the wrapping of the presents and the gathering of all the family. With plenty of work still to be done heading towards the season, it was important to find time to relax and share moments with friends. Especially on a blustery, chilly winter's day, where fresh snowflakes twinkled on the windows as they blew through the freezing air, bathing the whole outside in a cool, bluish gloom. If ever there was a day for hot chocolate and cookies, it was that one, and so that was exactly what the buck and leopard were occupied with for those last few precious days of peace before they were off to visit their respective families.

They only needed the one blanket. The fire crackled nearby, giving off that tender glow along with that pleasant scent. Keeping their bodies pressed up against one another was keeping both of them warm. Especially with the leopard purring like that. Just an idle sound of contentment as they kept close and said nothing at all. The silence was welcome after spending previous days in the loudest malls on the planet. Or so it sounded. It was the kind of hushed winter's day so peaceful that it made it almost feel like the world around them had completely vanished beneath the blanket of white. Their own cozy apocalypse. Maybe they'd slip into a nap, or maybe a bit of sleepy groping, but either way they had no plans on getting up anytime soon. Until they were so rudely interrupted by the clank of metal chains and a thunderous clatter of hooves thumping down upon the front step.

They exchanged a look. Neither of them felt the need to confirm that they weren't expecting visitors that day. The crackling fire flickered nearby, caught up in a gust, and all seemed so much colder all of a sudden. Cherno shivered slightly, wiping some crumbs from his lips, staying silent. Mahiri cleared his throat, but neither of them moved, waiting in frigid anticipation until they heard those three solid knocks upon the door. Each one made them collectively jump in their seats, their gazes shifting from each other to the door and back again, silently debating just whose job it was to answer it. That didn't prove necessary.

The snow fluttered in when the door flew open, kicked wide by a mighty hoof. Icy air blasted across the living room, leaving both males chilled. But what really froze them was the sight of the snow-covered beast standing in their doorway, unable to even fit his horns through unless he ducked. Towering and massive, he was a muscled, hulking slab of a goat, one made more wicked by jutting fangs that protruded from his jaws, along with a long, dangling tongue that was far from natural. His breath was steaming, and he didn't look remotely cold, even fully naked, giving them a full look at the dark tuft of fur that stretched from his broad chest all the way down to his crotch. And even soft, his cock was bigger than either of theirs, a fat, uncut slab nestled atop a pair of swollen globes that were his balls.

He rumbled in their direction, a throaty grunt, and they both flinched. Scrambling to their paws and hooves, they weren't sure if they were supposed to greet him, to tell him to leave, or to run for their lives. He was so wide he took up the entire doorway. Cherno was squirming, getting all deerish with his fight or flight instincts going wild. Mahiri couldn't have claimed to be doing much better, knowing he didn't stand a chance against that much masculine strength if it came to that. Neither of them made a move just yet, watching the naked figure as he cleared his throat and retrieved a lengthy scrap of paper from a hefty sack he held slung over his shoulder.

"Hmm. Let's see now. Mhmm, mhmm. Just as I thought." He spoke with a resonating voice nearly more felt than heard. "Looks like you boys are on my list. And I'm not checking again. You've been good this year, haven't you?"

That almost cleared the tension from the moment, until he gave them a wicked grin.

"Too good. Not even a single slip. Now that's just pathetic, really. Only a matter of time before this happened."

And with that, he slammed the door behind him, and set down his jingling sack with an alarmingly organic noise. It squished. And it was squirming. There was a face, a pair of hands, clearly outlined in its confines, struggling against its grasp but unable to break free. They could only barely hear a muffled voice through the tightly-constricting fabric.

The goat stretched his neck from side to side, planted a fist into his palm to crack his knuckles, and snorted out a puff of steaming air.

"Looks like you're mine. Don't bother trying to run. No one escapes Krampus."

It wasn't like they had anywhere to go, anyway. What were they going to do, hop out a window? They pretty much just ended up cowering together as Krampus himself slammed the door shut behind his bulky form and began trotting towards them. Maybe they were paralyzed by fear, by indecision, or they simply knew they had absolutely no chance against that much meaty demon, but they didn't even bother trying to get away until he had them. He moved slowly, his presence alone keeping them transfixed, stomping with every step as he slowly edged closer to where they were sitting. Then he reached out for the both of them.

The blanket fell from them both, revealing their mildly aroused, lazily dressed bodies beneath as he snatched them, dragging them to their feet. One of the buck's antlers came off like it was barely attached when the demon grabbed it, leaving him instead snatching hold of Cherno's azure locks, gripping deep down to his scalp. Mahiri, he just grabbed by the face, shoving his palm right up against the cat's muzzle, muffling his startled cries as those powerful fingers squeezed him hard enough to lift him from his bare paws just a little.

"Ahh - what, but we didn't do anything!" Cherno yelped as was dragged along.

"Exactly," came Krampus' reply.

"We're not going to ... we'll be good," Mahiri promised in a muffled, frightened voice, trying not to struggle too much.

"I know you will. That's why I'm here."

Then they were down on their knees, their shoulders knocking against one another as he forced them down, lining them up at just the perfect height to be face to face with his twitching cock. It firmed up with a series of excessive pulses that had it flexing upwards, only to flop back down against his nuts with a thump. They were already getting a faceful of his musk. It clung to that black tuft all around his crotch. Thick. Masculine. Somehow sweaty even after coming in naked from the cold. And though it was subtle amid all the other scents, there was definitely a slight, smoky hint of coal upon him. They were about to get a whole lot better acquainted with that.

He kept his hands on the back of their heads, shifting around, still holding the buck's hair. That left Cherno in a perfect position to get quite simply slapped around by that meaty cock as it reached its turgid state. That brought a little gasp from him as that veiny dick struck him in the cheek, and then the other, turning his head back and forth. Krampus' shaft grew to an intimidating size as he teased the cervine, a fat, purplish head wrapped up in thick skin bulging outwards with his crudely aroused throbs. Already dripping, he was smearing a juicy layer of pre across the deer's features, leaving him glazed, mussed, dishevelled after just a few wet dickslaps.

As for the leopard, he became his towel. One broad hand firm on the back of the cat's head, and he easily shoved him forwards. The cat's nose and lips ended up planted hard against his crotch, buried in that tuft, his face made a mess in moments while he got smothered in demonic musk. Krampus didn't even bother to let him breathe, just holding him there, hard, jamming his face right smack into his crotch until that feline was finally just starting to tap his hands on those solid thighs, pushing, struggling, unable to breathe a single thing but for that mind-wiping, thought-searing, nostril-filling warmth that sweltered through his mind, leaving him drooling while he tried not to suffocate in goat-beast's crotch. When he was finally given air, he was left coughing, head drooping, hair all tousled and hanging over his face.

"Catch your breath quick. I'm not done with you."

Mahiri did his best to do as the demon told him. For the moment, attention was on the deer, tightening his grip, probably ripping out a little hair in the process. He got him just right, pulling his head back, making those doe-eyes peer up at him while he grinned above, flashing his fangs. Such a view was of course obscured by the thumping spire that loomed dangerously above him, dripping down, pulsing with the greedy lust running through the monster's veins. Krampus gave a short, a sharp buck of his hips, and then he was forcing his cock right down the buck's throat in one big shove, clearly not caring if he was being too rough. Not even the deer's alarming choke upon that fat dick would stop him.

He fucked Cherno's face until his shaft was a thick bulge beneath the skin of his throat, sliding back and forth, slamming him right down into that same tuft. The buck had no choice but to try not to choke to death as he got used, wrenched forward while he got his muzzle mounted and mated. Juices ran in wobbling strings from his lips, dangling down from his chin, swinging and flinging off with the brutal motions that pistoned directly into his gullet. His eyes watered, his hooves clicked against the floor as he started to squirm, and his muffled, choked protests were drowned right out by the slick slap of his face against the demon's sweaty groin, again and again while the leopard panted alongside him.

When finally he pulled back out with a flinging splatter, leaving the deer to nearly collapse, dangling by his hair in front of the demon, he simply swapped. One toy needed to catch his breath, but the other had plenty of time to recover. He shoved into the leopard's muzzle so hard he almost knocked the cat right to the floor, leaving him gagging on that veiny demon dick while his body lurched back and forth with the force of the unforgiving facefuck. Cherno wasn't any help, the deer just quivering as he recovered, unable to pull his tongue back into his mouth, panting like a dog while the leopard got his throat plunged.

"That shut you up, didn't it?" Krampus flatly taunted, straight-faced, despite how little his two victims had actually said thus far. "No charming your way out of this one. That shit might work on everyone else, but not me."

They ended up with their heads knocking together as he held them, placing them cheek to sodden cheek as he pulled his dick out of the cat's mouth and just brought it right over into the buck's, trailing all the saliva and juices alike, schlurping right on in between those soft deer lips. At least Cherno didn't choke this time, though he was practically gargling all the spit and precum alike as it welled up in his cheeks. That musky juice was oozing thick, running down his throat if not simply splatting out between hard-dicked thrusts, leaving a glistening sheen upon the goat demon's crotchfur in between those smacks to the buck's face. And then out of his mouth and into Mahiri's, fucking his soft muzzle a few times, and back again, slapping, smearing, smothering, going into a grunting, snorting frenzy like a wild beast above them, his wicked tongue hanging low as he drooled upon his toys while nearly choking them out with his dick.

They could feel his fat, sweltering sack tightening as it slapped up against their chins. He was going to have to blow his demonic load sooner or later, and it wasn't clear who he had chosen. Nearing the end, his shaft flexing, bulging outwards, the veins firming, the head spurting a few early warning shots of throat-clogging precum, he finally made up his mind. Mahiri was the lucky winner, or loser, getting his face stuffed full of demoncock while those nuts slapped his chin, swinging, thumping, clenching as the beast churned up a load that was sure to be more than he could even handle, jamming his entire shaft down the cat's throat in the process, not caring how much that made him quiver and tear up from the strain.

The leopard's jaw hurt, he could barely breathe, and that was before he was swallowing down that wicked seed right from the bulging tap. Krampus didn't give any warning, just an especially violent jab of his hips and a snort like a chugging engine as he emptied his nuts hard into the leopard's body, letting it shoot down into his soft white belly and run right back up his throat overwhelming his capacity, soon just gushing right back out. From his lips, even from his nostrils. The leopard was left sputtering, choking, gagging on that musky load, letting it all splash down aside him, leaving him uncomfortably warm as his belly stretched just a little, bloated, cramped. Before pulling out, the demon just slopped back through the mess, planting his cockhead right firm on middle of the leopard's tingly tongue, stuffing his cheeks out with even more of that steaming seed.

"Don't you dare swallow," he warned with a firm downwards jab of his finger. "Hold it for me. Get your mouth nice and full."

That was no easy task, but Mahiri wasn't going to even think about disobeying. He strained, closing his eyes tight, his cheeks bulging comically with all that cream. The flavour danced through his senses, overwhelming them, rich to the point of numbing out his tongue. He shook a little, bit he straightened his back, kneeling before the cruel punisher, waiting for instruction. Krampus didn't bother saying anything at first, just taking them by the back of the head and turning their muzzles towards one another.

"Pucker up," he told Cherno, though he didn't bother to wait for them to be ready. He just shoved their faces together with a lewd splurt, forcing them to kiss whether they were trying to or not. "Drink it all down. Clean up that kitty's mouth for him. Hope he doesn't bite."

When Cherno hesitated for even a moment, he got a little smack on the back of his head, one that seemed gentle but ended up knocking his other antler a little loose. It dangled inelegantly from his head, barely attached.

"And don't half-ass it, either. I want to see how much you love it. Put some goddamn passion into it. Just like you did last Thursday." He paused with a brief, self-amused snort. "Don't think I wasn't watching."

It would have been easier to perform in less dire circumstances. But Cherno was going to try. He held onto the leopard, hugging at him as much for support as it was for show, meeting his lips while he pushed his tongue into the dazed cat's mouth. Mahiri didn't immediately respond, just letting the deer lap through that accumulated load, drinking it down right out of his mouth, but eventually he began to kiss back. Partly inspired by the nudging hoof against his spine. That tap didn't hurt, but he could tell that a little harder and he'd be sporting a hell of a bruise. So he went right ahead and put some passion into it, faked though it might have been, throwing himself into a sloppy performance that had demon jizz coursing down his and Cherno's chest alike.

The sound of it was simply excessive, splatting back and forth as they shared that load across both their tongues. Cherno began to swallow it as quickly as he could, guzzling it from the leopard's muzzle while he mopped up those long teeth and went gliding across his gums. The two feminine males clung to each other as they made out for the amusement of the demon, making a mess, sharing in that potent taste until it was seared deep into both sets of their tastebuds. Aside from the usual creamy musk to it all, there was something deeper, something rich and sinful like a decadent holiday dessert. But mostly, it tasted like a mouthful of goat cum, and that was what Cherno tasted first as he filled his belly with gulp after gulp of that seed.

They were left such a mess as to look like they were wearing masks of the stuff. It seeped into their skin, their nostrils, clinging to every single aspect of their pretty faces. Knowing how much pressure was on them, those evil eyes watching over their every movement, they went ahead and indulged each other with some slurping. First the deer worked over the cat's face, cleaning off his features as best he could with some smooth licks, replacing at least some of that cum with much thinner, less clingy saliva. The leopard got him back, dragging over his cheeks and forehead with that tingly tongue, getting his mouth all welled up with cum once again, filling his cheeks, letting a tiny bit trickle down his throat. But the rest, he pushed into the deer's mouth for a few more gulps, locking into another lingering kiss, nearly wrapping his lips around his whole muzzle to ensure the buck could drink it all.

When the last glurk was done, they popped breathlessly free with a spray of spit. The both of them were soaked, their shirts clinging to their chests, their muzzles dark with dampness, flecks of cum and saliva smudged across the cheeks and clinging to their hair where their tongues hadn't quite reached. Where before they had been soft, pretty things with their hair all smooth and fresh, they were looking drenched, nearly drowned, sopping and matted while their fur stuck to their skin with the weight of all the fragrant juices clinging to their bodies. He finally let them go, sending them both slumping down, the buck landing on his rump, the cat just teetering over onto his side. But maybe that was it. Lesson learned for being so ... good?

The room was silent but for their rapid, ragged breathing as they coughed up cum and clutched at their own bellies, trying to recover. But really there was no getting back up from a wrecking, jaw-straining, eye-watering facefuck like that. At least not without a nap. And they weren't nearly off the hook yet. That much they could have told if they just looked up to see those dark golden eyes looking them over, glittering with malicious ambition. He snorted when they didn't even seem to notice, still puffing plenty of steam like he were more engine than creature.

"You two boys really think I'm letting you off that easy? I've seen you go harder at each other. I think it's time for a trip to Krampus' lap."

He bent down and took them by the throat with ease, plucking them into the air and carrying them over to where he'd set down his sack. It wasn't moving anymore. There was still a vaguely person-like bulge beneath the clinging fabric, but they were motionless as the bag seemed to creepily knead over them. They were a little too dazed to properly comprehend just what had happened to whoever it was in there, to realize just how bad a sign it was for them that he wouldn't even bother to remark upon such a thing as he went rummaging around inside. After shifting his grip anyway, wrapping one muscled arm around both their faces and necks, leaving them both and especially Cherno smothered underneath. His every breath had him all but drinking the sweat right from that tufted pit, left coughing up a bit of steam just from the heat swimming around over his face.

Krampus found what he was looking for with a devilish chuckle. Producing a tied up bundle of thick branches, he didn't bother explaining as he just carried them on over to the big recliner at the side of the room. Mahiri got just unceremoniously dumped upon it, not even managing to land properly. He ended up sprawled with his head on the bottom cushion, the rest of him just slumped down on the floor. Briefly gazing up at the ceiling, his blurred sight was soon eclipsed by the muscular ass of the demon, who casually took a seat upon him as if he didn't even notice he was there. That resulted in him getting his muzzle mashed up against the evil goat's sweaty taint, trapped under his tail, smothered almost completely as perspiration rained down upon him. Krampus made sure to indulgently wriggle himself in, grinding himself across the cat's muzzle as he settled on his seat, getting comfy.

Curling one leg over the other, he laid the deer heavily across his lap. Cherno was nearly limp at first, just flopped there, still pretty stunned. He wasn't sure if he was tasting sweat or cum more than the other. Or maybe just the demon's dick. Either way, he got to squirming when he felt those firm fingers tugging at his pants. Wearing a belt didn't seem to matter. It only took two fingers for Krampus to snap that in half, making it easy for him to yank the deer's pants down and expose that bare, lightly spotted booty, tail flagged all reflexively. And oh how he whimpered when the demon just reached right down and gave that short fluff a hard yank, his hooves and head flailing all about, loosened antler flopping along with his desperate motion.

"Now, quit your bitching. You boys have been perfect little softies all year long. No one likes an overachiever, you know that? You probably think you don't deserve this. And that's why you do."

"But that doesn't even make - " Cherno was so bold to begin protesting, but he swiftly regretted it.

Krampus silenced him mid-sentence with a nasty whack to his ass, using all those branches. It hit him with a harsh whipcrack, leaving his rump jiggling, sending the impact rolling through his body. Right as the buck yelped and whined, Krampus gruffly groaned, sounding as if the mere act of hurting him was getting him off. Or maybe that was just the sensation of Mahiri's desperate wiggles underneath his ass, still completely smothered, his nose planted right against that dark, glistening hole while his lips remained trapped beneath the demon's taint. He couldn't breathe at all aside from short gasps when he managed to unwedge himself for brief moments. But try as it he did to get free, and the beast would just casually reposition, smothering right back down again, really not seeming to care if he passed out or outright suffocated.

The blow was what it took to finally knock that antler free, leaving it clattering down to the floor as the impact resonated all the way up to the deer's skull. The curvy piece of bone was whole and intact, a pretty thing grown out to numerous points throughout the year, but Krampus wasn't interested in taking it for a trophy. He just raised one knee, bringing Cherno right with it, and slammed it down again. That hoof made dust out of the antler, annihilating it so brutally as to make the buck almost feel sorry for the inanimate object. It had been a part of him for most of the year, after all. Something worth keeping, maybe even putting on display, but nope. It was just a few splinters skittering across the room thanks to the brutality of that single stomp. The house itself seemed to shift slightly with the power of that hoof, just reminding him all over again how easily things could have grown so much worse.

Another spank, and another whimper came from the deer, his body shaking but unable to get free. All it took as a single hand on his back, planted right between his shoulders, and he couldn't move. It was a casual thing for the demon, but the strength and weight that went into pressing on him ensured Cherno was stuck right there on Krampus' lap, getting his ass smacked raw by that sturdy bundle. His eyes got all watery again as he bit his lip, curling his fingers as he dealt with the punishment. It wasn't so much the smack itself that hurt most. More the dull sensation afterwards, stinging like crazy, at least at first. Eventually he just felt himself going numb, punished so hard he couldn't even feel his booty.

"So much whining. Some reindeer you'd be. Can't even take a few smacks on the ass," the demon taunted.

Though he hadn't lost all sensation. That much he definitely found out when Krampus just set his beating sticks aside to instead suck deeply on one of his own fingers. A crude, lewd suckle, making sure the deer heard it, he got that thick digit all wet with saliva. Just his pointer finger alone was bigger than the buck's cock. And so when the demon dipped it roughly down between his cheeks, it was spreading his tight hole wide as he wriggled his fingertip inside. At least he was 'kind' enough to keep from hurting him with that claw, but Cherno still felt its pointed tip. Right up against the most sensitive spot inside of him, scritching or maybe even tickling over his prostate.

It was all enough to make him squirm to nearly thrashing, while he grit his teeth and just kept his watery eyes closed. And it got his sheath filled out too, firming up against the demon's thigh despite all the misery. He was certain Krampus didn't miss that, taking a good squeeze of one asscheek with his free hand while he tauntingly fingered him with the other.

"Trust me. You're going to be awful thankful for loosening you up a little in a minute here," he grunted, leaving that warning at that.

Mahiri was moving wildly for a few moments, kicking, even clawing at the floor as he put in one last effort to pry himself free from underneath the sweaty throne of the demon. Then he was slower, rattling, shaking, sighing out as he fainted, eventually flopping down, completely limp. Cherno's heart sank to think that he might have just witnessed his friend's demise by demon ass, but eventually Krampus stood back up. That resulted in him dumping the buck right out of his lap, letting him thud down to the floor along with the leopard as he slid down with a thump. The impact woke him back up, leaving him coughing, wheezing, wiping at his face with his wrists. But there really was no getting all that sweat out of his fur without a few showers. If ever.

Cherno was faintly trying to crawl away, thought his ass smarted so much it made it difficult. Not to mention he could barely even feel his legs. He felt oddly naked without his antlers. It wasn't like he hadn't lost them before. But this seemed worse than usual. As for Mahiri, he was just a few steps from a ragdoll. He was ostensibly conscious, but mostly staring at the ceiling, simply focused on letting his body recover as he basked in the lingering musk that had been smashed into his senses, clotting in his brain when he tried to think. He definitely wasn't going to be any help.

The buck didn't even get far, just dragging himself across the floor until he got solidly flattened by the pressure of one hard hoof in the middle of his back. It knocked the air out of his lungs briefly, leaving him reeling, and just pinned him there. Then that hoof was right around the front of him as Krampus clipped along the floor, dragging the leopard by the tail, the cat barely able to dig his claws in as he was hauled over to a bare corner of the room. That sack had shrunken down once more, and when the demon began to rummage through it, it produced an alarming clattering that spoke pretty clearly of its occupant's fate. But bones weren't what he was looking for, instead producing a long string of jingling chains and shackles, decorated by noisy bells.

"Go on. Give a lick," he urged the deer, shoving that hoof against his muzzle. "I won't even feel it. But I want you to do it anyway. Just show me how eager you are to serve someone, just because he told you to. That's the kind of pushover you are, aren't you? Both of you."

Cherno felt like he was one impulse away from getting stomped flat. Those cloven hooves had such an intimidating weight to them. So it wasn't out of willingness to please that he began to lick them, swiping along the light layer of dirt they had managed to accumulate even stomping through the snow. More just wanting to preserve his skull. Didn't stop Krampus from giving a mean-spirited chuckle down at him though.

"So giving. Another reason you're on my list."

He left the buck to it, letting that tongue play up and down along the smooth surface of those hooves, polishing them to a spit-shined state while the demon attended to the thoroughly defeated leopard. There really was no more breaking him, but Krampus still had plenty of ideas. He let Cherno keep worshipping him, the unspoken threats ensuring the deer never stopped slurping, while he just set to shackling the leopard up. It was entirely unnecessary, given the rattled state of the feline, but it ensured he couldn't even curl up to defend himself. Producing a few long iron nails akin to railway spikes, the demon easily pounded those right into the wall with his fist, ensuring those merrily jingling chains weren't going to get dislodged anytime soon. One solid click, and the cat was shackled and helpless.

He could still move his legs, but that wasn't going to do much good for defending himself when his arms were stretched as far out as they could go, leaving him looking like a forgotten prisoner down in some dark cell. Except his surroundings were warm and bathed in pleasant holiday hues, unaffected by the depraved brutality. All was calm and all was bright, but for the leopard's clouded vision, leaving him looking at blurred figures of the demon swirling in and out of each other, never quite making a whole. That left him only partly perceiving what he was seeing when Krampus hauled Cherno right up off the floor, gripping him by the throat and letting those comparatively tiny hooves wiggle as he dangled him there. With his tongue.

That extended slurper could bend in such unnatural ways, unwinding and stretching out to obscene length, slathering over the buck's body, digging into the collar of his shirt before simply wrapping around his throat like a noose. The deer choked on it, even more so when the forked tip found its way into his mouth, shoving right into his gullet with the same insistence as his cock. Drooling right into his plaything's mouth, Krampus began to simply tearing off his clothing, taking a good fistful of his shirt and yanking it free in one tug. He could have pulled Cherno's pants down, but he just ripped them in half instead, letting them flutter down to the floor in several pieces, a few pieces still clinging to those writhing thighs. His girly blue undergarments didn't fare any better, the string easily snapped by a single meaty demon finger, leaving the deer exposed and flailing, trying not to be outright hanged by the tongue that was all but fucking his face, sloppy, dripping, soaking with saliva like a sponge, squeezed out with every choke upon it.

He at least held the deer by more than just his throat in time, taking him by the arms, bending them back to leave him resembling a motorcycle. Krampus was definitely testing his flexibility. And he was about to test his elasticity too, shoving that fat dick right up beneath his flagged tail, making a mess of that little tuft of fur before working downwards. When he felt that broad head prodding at his rim, Cherno couldn't help but whimper. It was near as big as his wrist, jamming in, forcing past the initial resistance no matter how much he wiggled. That position, with his back all stretched out, it had near all his muscles taut, making sure he could barely move. And that he was clenching down extra tight on the demon's dick as he rammed it inside, slicked along on all the cum and spit that was still clinging to those dark violet inches, serving decently as lube. At least there was that.

He felt his hooves knocking against Krampus' solid thighs as he got fucked by the yuletide beast, which did nothing to dissuade the monster. The steaming breath of the demonic goat dampened the back of Cherno's neck, and his hair just fell like a veil over his face, all sopping and matted with various juices, including plenty of drool. He tried to whimper into that tongue, but it just shoved deeper, leaving him feeling like he was getting his stomach tasted. It was pretty close. His belly was bulging before long, stretched, outlining the very veins of that demonic cock shoved right up in his guts, pumping him full of pre, smearing his insides with that corrupt mark while he listened to a fat pair of balls smacking against his tender cheeks.

The worst part of it all was just how good it felt. He couldn't deny it. Even despite the pain of getting stretched beyond his limits, and with just how sore his asscheeks still were, made worse by the constant slapping of the demon's tufted crotch, he was getting hard. And he knew that Krampus didn't miss that little detail. He finally withdrew his tongue from the deer's throat, leaving him heaving, coughing up heavy gobs of spit just so he could breathe unobstructed once more. It took a while, not helped by just how shaky he got when he felt that tongue slathering against his sheath. The pleasure didn't even feel generous, more just forced upon him, uncomfortable, expectant. Yet in his trapped position, unable to get away from it, he really had no choice but to start firming up for Krampus, showing the first few inches of his blue member, plenty sizable but barely a pin compared to that thickened beast that was rutting him soaking wet.

Once he felt that tongue on his shaft, it was all over for Cherno. There was no going back, no softening, no relaxing. He got slurped to full by that sloppy tongue, despite his better judgment. Even dripping. That rutting, that grinding, pumping, slow but brutal pounding between his cheeks slapped hard against his ass every single time. It was making his whole body convulse in strange ways, making him whimper and finally just bleat. He'd been holding onto that sound for a while, trying not to let it slip, and as soon as it escaped him the demon laughed behind his head and gave a fangy bite right to his shoulder.

"There's the sound. That desperate little deerslut noise. It feels good, doesn't it? Getting punished for all your deeds, just like you deserve. I think I'm being pretty damn generous with someone like you. Let's not forget about the cat, either."

Mahiri had been watching, but only barely. He was still glazed over like he'd just woken from a coma. He'd only been unconscious briefly, but everything else just added up to contribute to his broken state. Which meant he really wasn't ready for more, but he was going to have to be. Because Krampus was driving Cherno forward, crashing him into the wall, sandwiching him between it and all his solid muscles. The wall was softer. And such a position, aimed just right, meant that the buck's dick ended up sheathed right between the leopard's forcibly parted lips, jammed right do the back and down while the demon fucked Mahiri's face with Cherno's cock.

Every single brutal thrust, spanking on those reddened cheeks, meant another solid shove down into the cat. The buck knew he was all but choking out the leopard, but his body didn't care. His body said that this was a perfect double teaming, a hard rut and a deep sucking, even if the feline's lips weren't exactly cooperating. He was just trying not to gag, scrambling his feet against the floor, rattling those jingle-belled chains while the deer's balls smacked him in the chin. Even so, his tongue made for an intense place to grind, sandpapering over the buck's blue dick while he got fucked to drooling by the demon. And that tongue only held him tighter.

It wasn't long before he was being outright garroted by that extended slurper. It compressed so hard around his gullet as to feel like a coiling snake, ensuring he didn't get a single gasp of air down to his lungs. His head began to swirl and ache, while his chest went terribly tight. He would have clawed and tugged at such a grip, but he was far too pinned for that, smashed up against the wall like he might just collapse through it at any moment. Yet for all his desperation, for all the panic of impending suffocation, he couldn't help but feel the lack of air going to his head in other ways. It made every sloppy smear of the leopard's bumpy tongue along his inches that much more pleasurable, made him clamp and squeeze down upon the demon's dick bulging out his belly, massaging, pleasing, being a good boy while he was ruined.

His orgasm came so suddenly he didn't even get to properly enjoy it. It was simply rushing out of him as if he had sprung a leak. Cum gushed into the cat's poor mouth. There was no holding it back, and so he was leaving the leopard choking it down, every single drop. He was alarmingly productive, feeling as if it was all just trying to get out of him at once, feeling briefly good but mostly just overwhelming. Like his body wasn't properly processing the pleasure, leaving him just numb and twitching, noticing his body reacting to orgasm but barely even experiencing it himself aside from fatigue and strain. And the leopard was left with a sloppy muzzle full of deer cum, unable to even wipe his lips as Krampus pulled Cherno back, leaving the cat creamed and pouring seed all over himself as it overflowed from his doubly abused gullet.

Cherno wasn't sure if he was surprised or just relieved to find that the demon didn't actually cum inside of him. It definitely felt like he was close. His cock was bulging out, almost seeming to be outright expanding with those rigid throbs, testing the deer's stretchiness just a little bit more. He was relieved to feel Krampus pull out, if slightly intimidated by those powerful pulses he felt as that fattened dick plapped against his back. Getting cummed on wasn't so bad. It wasn't like he could get any messier, he briefly, wrongly thought. Right after, he was already feeling somehow even more soaked, even more marked down by that searing musk as that cock went grinding over his spine. When it was swiping up near the back of his neck and down by his tail all at the same time, he wondered how he even managed to fit it inside in the first place. Or if it really was getting bigger.

Either way, he got a much better view when Krampus flipped him around. Left staring at that flexing urethra, and the thick precum oozing out of it, glistening, he really wasn't sure what the demon planned. It wasn't like he could fit it any better in his mouth than beneath his tail. But he was left dangling there by a grip so tight on his thighs he couldn't feel anything below it, the blood rushing to his head, left in a standing sixty-nine while that fat tongue slapped down between his legs, working its way up in intrusive, forceful slurps until he reached that widened rim. It was just as sensitive as Cherno's asscheeks after all that abuse, but that didn't stop the demon from digging right in, forcing several inches of his tongue right up the deer's rump, burrowing deeper and deeper, wriggling, slurping, pumping back and forth to overstimulate his prostate so soon after that forced orgasm.

All he could do was suck in a few breaths. Which didn't even get him much air, his face all stuffed into the demon's crotch. If he was going to have to suck, he would try, but it was hard to even get his lips to part. He was busy clenching his teeth as that tongue fucked the precum right back out of him, making a drool fountain out of his asshole while he dangled there like meat. The scent and heat was making it tempting to simply pass right out, but he could only imagine how badly things would go for him if he wasn't conscious to defend himself. He watched that massive cock pushing up near his face, felt it rubbing against his cheek, and he slowly reached out to drag his tongue across it a few times, immediately catching even more of that wickedly masculine flavour he'd been bathing in all night. But that wasn't what the demon wanted.

His bleat didn't even manage to be fully formed before his muzzle was completely buried. Not just grinding, and definitely not sucking. He was the one getting sucked, his face all wrapped up in the confines of the demon's dick, bulging downwards as he got hugged hard by the inner clenches. And if he thought he was getting musked hard before, then that was only a sample, only the surface of it. Sliding into that enormous goat cock, he was hit right in the nose by an even more powerful scent of horny demon, mixed with the cum that churned up below. Krampus was edging himself, vibrating with how close he was to orgasm, but he plugged himself right up with the deer's entire head, and just kept shoving. His sack was audibly sloshing before Cherno, like a hungry belly, making all manner of glorping noises balls really weren't supposed to make.

Mahiri was helpless to save his friend from those demonic clutches, just watching that shocked face all outlined in the veiny skin while Cherno got squeezed down towards those hefty nuts below. He rattled in his chains but he knew it was useless. He was just going to have to submit, forced to watch the deer as he was fed right down the growing cock of a demon. It really was bigger. That wasn't just an illusion. From throat-stretching to a great big treetrunk that reached all the way to his chest, it stretched with the shoulders of the buck being shoved down it but that was all. Cherno was going down, and whole, surrounded by a juicy symphony of sounds as he was squeezed nearly to the point of being crushed, rapidly devoured with such force that it even sounded like that cock was gulping. Ullp, ullp, ullp.

Before he could even think to use them, Cherno found his arms pinned to his sides by the overpowering vise grip on his shoulders. Then it was on his hips, slurping in his softened cocktip still pressed out from his sheath. That was enough to make him whimper, but it was all so muted down below in the musky darkness. He didn't even hear it himself. Krampus took his hands off of those protruding legs, letting his cock do all the work, kneading up over its prey with those pulses of arousal, flexing so hard that several inches rushed down at once, leaving just a pair of hooves sticking out before long. Cherno found his muzzle dipping deep into an accumulated pool of cum waiting below, immersed beneath the surface, wondering if he was ever even going to come back up again.

Finishing off his cockmeal with a hard thump of a fist against those hooves, the demon snorted and grinned savagely down at the leopard. The cat was left to watch those thighs working down the several feet of cock, vanishing beneath the surface only to reemerge with the rest as a great sagging weight in his sack. The deer was plenty clear beneath that stretched skin, swinging back and forth as he struggled to right himself, coughing up the cum that was clogging his nose and ears just as much as his throat. He could only just barely keep above the surface by tilting his head back, choking, shaking, feeling it churning up around him like it was boiling. The heat almost made that seem like a reality.

"There we go. One good boy, down in Krampus' sack." The demon gave a nasty laugh. "I know, I know. But what are you going to do, tell me I can't make that joke? No, you're going to just sit there and watch me melt him into jizz. Don't go anywhere. Wouldn't want to miss him breathe his last in my nuts."

Cherno's struggles were constant, and quickly overpowered. As much as he wiggled and shoved against the walls that were closing in on him, he was helpless. He got squished and squeezed on by the clamping tenses of those muscles, the demon's dick giving a pre-flinging pulse with every flex. The outline of the buck's slender body only got more distinct in those nuts, hugged on like he was being vacuum-sealed, only forcing the level of all that piping hot, fresh cream higher. He kept swallowing it, hoping that might somehow leave him enough room to avoid going under. But he didn't have to worry too much about drowning, because he was already getting his body softened, a tiny bit at a time.

The clenches of that sack, those pleasured contractions wrapping him up tight in that tightening skin, reminded him at every moment he not only was trapped in a demon's balls, but that the cruel beast was actively enjoying having him in there. He felt a few admiring rubs over his form, and something about that felt so much more intrusive than usual. Maybe it was the smearing of all that cum over his form, every grope splashing him in the face with the sloppy, goopy cum. It was alarmingly thick, making such terribly wet noise was it slurked and glorked around his every inch. And there was something aggressive about those churns, feeling all that seed swishing around him, churning up by some unseen force, some pressure, all but bubbling over his skin as the heat grew more and more unbearable, as if he was being cooked in that cream.

The softening was enough to make him want to panic, but there simply was no room for that. There was no digestive process, no melting of his body. It was more like a transformation, or a conversion. And no part of him was safe from it. Not even his hooves, growing from their solid form to something more vicious, barely holding together in the turbulent cream, their edges and details siphoned away to join the mess around them. Then a little more, and a little more, moving up his legs, and his fingers, leaving them squishy, smooth, and finally formless as they added to the slowly rising level of sack-stuffing demon cum. Not even his bones lasted through the juicy process, turned to little more than jelly, dissolved just as quickly as the rest as that terrible feeling of missing part of himself inched its way along his powerless body.

If it wasn't so forcibly distressing, it might even have been relaxing. Like a spa treatment, steaming over his body, bathing him in impressively potent scents that seemed to cloud his very thinking. His body wanted to drift off. Just fall asleep in all that warm, letting the heavy churning all around him rock him to sleep. But he knew he'd never wake up again. He wasn't just going to get cummed back out. Not when his body was already squishing up softer and softer, flattened, converted, melted into a goopy, half-liquid state that he could barely tell from the jizz around him. More than just his limbs, it was happening to his chest, his belly, and even his face, leaving him wondering how he could even still manage to breathe, how his heart still pumped when he was at least partly liquid. But he could still feel himself, for a little longer.

It wasn't going to last. Not with the demon grabbing hold of his cock with both hands, pointing it right down towards the leopard's face while he jerked himself. That was making it tighter for the deer, bouncing him up and down with the motions, jiggling him right apart as that sack claimed him. There were was nothing left but a faint outline of what was once his face, squished right back up against the walls for the leopard to see. Partly hollowed, his eyes and mouth were wider than was natural, frozen in a frightening expression as the very last of him vanished. Maybe anguished, or maybe he just couldn't make any other face. Either way, that was swiftly flattened over by a few last hard squeezes, not a single detail left solid, smoothed and claimed by those nuts, making them sag down lower with the weight of all the cum of his melty contribution. And it had to go somewhere.

Mahiri was going to have to stop staring in horror, because he was soon clenching his eyes shut, right along with his jaw. He knew what was coming. He saw that demon frantically stroking himself right in his face, pushing that cockslit right up against his muzzle so he caught a whiff of it before blowing. His dick flexed so hard he had to restrain it, holding it down to make sure it still pointed where he wanted. The cat faced the firing squad with gritted teeth, soon struck right in the face so hard his head was knocked back against the wall with a thud while he got hosed down with scorching cream, plastered back and all but glued in place by that thick slop spurting all over his features until he didn't even look like himself anymore. Just a creamed white mess, his entire face vanished beneath the pumping jizz.

It poured down all over him, leaving what remained of his clothing soaked to the point of translucent. The weight of all that cum alone was tearing off his frayed shirt, leaving it seeming to be melting off his body. The rest of him stayed intact, seemingly immune to the strange, transformative quality to that fresh cum that had so swiftly melted the deer. Cherno was simply gone. Made into that same load that clogged the cat's sinuses and deeply affixed itself to every little detail of his body. He couldn't even hold himself up under all the weight, slumping down, dangling by those chains alone. And all through it, Krampus was snorting, puffing, grunting deep as he enjoyed the buck's sodden encore. Not that his appetite for punishments was satiated.

The cat was so thoroughly gunked he couldn't even breathe. That was helped partly by the additional humiliation. He didn't even notice at first. The layers were so thick he didn't feel it. But once the demon's dick had softened, thumping down atop those fattened, prey-padded nuts, he just took a hold of it in both hands and aimed it towards his spotted cumrag. His piss was uncomfortably hot, hitting that splatter and starting to partly clean it off, or at least make it thinner. The result was Mahiri coughing and sputtering his way to the surface, only to get hit right in the mouth with that pheromone-laden stream, accidentally swallowing it, trying not to choke again. It rolled and flowed down his body, liberating him from the cum, while his clothes simply seemed to disintegrate from his body amid that sloppy flooding. The mess stretched right past the beast's hooves, leaving him standing in it as it spread across the room.

"Alright. Enough teasing. Probably won't even taste you at this point, but that doesn't make me want it any less. You're going to wish I picked you for my sack in a second."

A whip of that tongue, and suddenly Mahiri was free from those chains too. He got snatched by the throat before he could even catch his breath, yanked into the air so hard that those bindings simply snapped. They went fluttering through the air, sending bells tumbling to the ground with a spirited noise. But what followed was anything but wholesome. A sloppy, smacking, drooling squish of a fangy muzzle right around the kitty's face. He didn't even get a chance to gaze into the depths of the demon's throat before he was inside it, surrounded by darkness and the pulsing, hungry tugs of Krampus' wet gullet. A little snack for the road.

Despite how wrecked the feline was, getting stuffed facefirst into a hungry maw was more than cause for alarm. He tapped into his very last reserves, the last gasps of energy still left in his muscles. It all made for an impressive bit of kicking at least. But when that tongue released his throat and instead coiled all down his body, his flailing was nothing but useless percussion against those solid abs and pecs, drumming his way upwards while those powerful gulps squeezed the whimpers right out of him. He couldn't scream, he couldn't mewl, not when he was getting compressed with that much power. There was nothing left to keep him from his fate.

A snap of his head and a spank of his tongue to those spotted cheeks, and Krampus started gnawing on the feline's ass. He didn't break the skin, but he definitely bit down, dragging and scraping with those fangs just to make certain the cat never stopped squirming. No matter how exhausted he was. His tail flailed all around, whipping back and forth in that final desperation. But it went right along with his legs in that final slurp. The demon was probably mocking him with that sound, exaggerating the messiness of it as he forced his meal into his mouth with a heavy schlurrrrp that was painfully loud inside the echo chamber of his throat. A bite on that tail, a nibble on those toes, and the cat was gone, eaten whole by the demon.

As soon as he hit that slimy stomach he knew he was doomed. There was no escaping that. His whole body flopped down with him, finally so exhausted he couldn't bear to struggle anymore. Merely twitch, swiftly getting squeezed on by the hungry walls. He didn't want to think about it. Being trapped was one thing. Digested was another. But he wasn't even going to get the mercy of unconsciousness this time. He was soon treated to the sensation of his body being melted the moment it hit the surface of all that deadly acid waiting for him in the bottom of that belly. That left him thrashing exhaustedly, muffledly screaming as the walls crushed and softened him just to make it worse, those merciless fluids sizzling and burning right through the thin protective coating of his fur. And then his skin.

"Don't stop squirming until you're dead, cat. Make that your final gift to me. It feels goooood."

Krampus set to reeling his tongue back into his jaws after giving his lips and teeth a good slurp over to snatch up a few last mouthfuls of leopard flavour. Then he slapped that spotted bitch a couple times, thumping his gut to make it all the worse for him. He probably wasn't all that spotted anymore. Just getting red and fleshy, stripped and churned, tossed around by the digestive motions in a pool of his own body. It was awful, painful, and it brought little more than a smirk to the demon's face. Tasty boys. The good ones always were. Maybe it was their shock, their disbelief that such bad things could be happening to them as they melted away, made so much less pretty by his hunger.

The leopard got to experience something much like the deer in feeling his very body falling apart around him. Extremities softened, falling from him. His tail ruined, worked down to barely a stump. But Cherno had been lucky. He just lost the feeling of every bit of himself that vanished. Mahiri felt it all, his final moments little more than panicked pain as his nerves lit up like fire. Every time he screamed it made it worse, that digestive goop, a mix of acids and his own melted body, slipping into his mouth as he was repeatedly dunked beneath the surface of those fluids. It was seeping right through his skin, getting at his insides, and he was simply collapsing in on himself before long. At least it wasn't an extended simmer, but rather a rapid, ruthless boil, making feline meat fall right from the bones before the cat was even dead. Tenderized and absorbed, pound by pound, calorie by calorie, fuelling that sadistic terror who had eaten him alive.

Mahiri was barely more than slush and bones but still somehow twitching after a few minutes in that hellish chamber. Not screaming anymore. That had long since ceased to some wet gurgling, a little sputtering, and then simply silence. Never to moan for anyone again. Or purr. Merely sink down deep into the lowest recesses of the demon's belly, bringing out some satisfied inner grumbles from the hungering surroundings. Maybe that was almost like a final purr in itself. Krampus chuckled to himself at that thought, barely paying any mind to the final moments of the cat's existence as he got crushed flat by one more more especially urgent squeeze of those belly walls, smashing his softened skull to bits with a juicy crunch.

Krampus stood savouring the moment for a while. Of course he'd done this plenty of times before. But he often found some fault in his meals, some imperfection that showed itself at the desperate end. The willingness to compromise themselves, to selfishly barter, or betray another just to save themselves from their fate. Of course it never worked on him. He knew all those tactics. But when his victims broke in their last minutes of existence, it almost ruined the experience for him. He hated feeling like they deserved it. And those two, the kind and gentle deer and leopard, they were innocent to the end. Never harmed a soul, and their exit from the world was as unjust and brutal as could be. That was the thought that kept him grinning as he listened to his body working over what was left of them, balls tightening up with the last of Cherno, the remnants of Mahiri working swiftly through his intestines as the snow continued to silently fall outside, and fire crackled down to its last coals.

A terribly cruel idea struck him, one that had him licking his fangs with desire. A pair of stockings hanging over the dying fire weren't marked with their names, but rather with their respective spotted markings to help him easily figure out whose was whose. Stepping over, he grabbed them from the fireplace as his body loudly grumbled, making a whole lot more noise as it moved into the final stages of processing the last of that liquefied leopard, shoving him through his intestines at rapid speed, crunching and crushing what remained of his mostly powdered bones at that point. Maybe he'd make a little more bulk for that hefty form, but really he wasn't much. Just a snack. An insignificant amount of calories for the ravenous one.

There was still some of Cherno gooped up in his nuts too, and he was going to have to take care of that it was even going to be able to heft his balls around anywhere. A few insistent slaps of his cock ensured it came right back to life, twitching upwards and expanding to an impressive girth. Even bigger than before, and not just from his own magical growth. The buck himself had contributed, his body, his very essence going to pad out the same meaty demon dick that had claimed him. It was broader, heavier, and it simply throbbed even harder than before thanks to feeding it fresh prey. A few tugs and it was already in such a hardened state that it could have bashed down the nearby walls, leaving the beast puffing as every single urgent throb ran up through his beefy body. So he casually shoved his dick right into that stocking, using it as a sleeve to jerk himself off with, his own cum and sweat serving well to make things slick and loud.

He didn't bother teasing. It wasn't like either of them could hear him. Instead, he simply resembled an animal, an untamed beast as he fucked that soft stocking, not caring if he ripped it a little with his sharp, harsh thrusts. Growling, almost snarling, he was just as rough on the little sock, getting as much of his cock to fit into it as he could while he loaded up the toes and heel with his precum. He nodded his head, rolled his spine back and forth, and kept his grip just as firm as his shaft, fingers clutching roughly as he got off to the thought of how smoothly that deer had melted for him.

Orgasm brought him to such a satisfied state, the memory of Cherno's final twitches only seeming to fuel his pleasure further, that he finally just let out a vicious snarl mixed with a grunt. A throaty rrrrrrngh that almost sounded like pain as he peaked for several seconds straight, edging himself perfectly at the final moment only to blow with explosive force. He smashed his fist against the wall, putting a gaping hole through it, knocking several pictures down to shatter on the floor. Pictures of the two friends fluttered from their broken frames as the demon blew a load that used to be the deer right into a blue-ish stocking that was the last glimpse of his former appearance.

Despite how much he'd already emptied out of his nuts, there was still plenty left. It was hard to say just how much of it was former deer, and how much was just more cum he'd recently churned up. They were one and the same. He settled down from that explosive climax, working into some soft grunts and heavy breaths, as he pumped and blasted out the very last of the melted deer into that fabric. Plenty of it went right through, spurting out in thin, high-pressure jets and hitting the remnants of the fire. The last glowing embers went out, kicking up dark smoke as they was plastered down by that cream, sending the smell of slightly burnt cum and ash up into the air as it mixed in with the coals. The rest was left sloshing in that ruined sock, slopping down to the floor in noisy drops. He hung it back up anyway, bloated and sagging, steam rising from its top as the mess dried within it.

It was still a better treatment than the other stocking got. He was all done with the leopard. And that mean he was ready to squat down, line himself up, and just start grunting. Oh, this was especially mean. Even for him. And of course that put a toothy grin on his lips as he flexed and shat that digested cat right out into his own leopard-spotted stocking. What an easy meal he was to digest, sliding smoothly through the demon's entire system, massaging him like silk with all that fur and hair. There were still a few pieces of it, matted clumps bleached by digestion, then stained by all the filth. Those mixed in with a few tiny flecks of bone, or teeth, or claws, all broken down into chunks and then softened and smoothed over as they travelled through his system. Still, even unrecognizable, the speed at which he digested made it absolutely clear that every single steaming chunk of shit used to be Mahiri.

He continued pushing, faintly grunting, but not straining at all. Even when a few pieces seemed more solid, packed to chalky white with all the powdered bone, or tickling him slightly with a less ruined piece. A little bit of a rib, maybe a single side of a toothless jawbone. At best it got a snort from the demon, a momentary acknowledgement but not even a little discomfort. He'd been claimed and processed, ruined and destroyed, and the squatting beast was filling up his stocking to the brim with the dark, almost black remains that Krampus' body didn't need. His stocking was much heavier than Cherno's by the time the demon finished squeezing him out, the last few pieces hard as rocks, thumping atop the rest of the filth.

Of course the monster was wearing a satisfied expression once he finally stood again and placed the desecrated sock back in its place. Looked like he was getting something worse than coal this year. And that mess maybe even looked pretty similar at first glance, as hard-packed, bone-strewn lumps of former cat stuffed that stocking full, the weight of it fraying the fabric as it hung in place, barely able to support the burden of so many pounds of former feline. That he'd been so adorable just made it all the better to subject him to the crudest, most personal of fates. Krampus stepping back to admire his cruel handiwork when he was done hanging that one up, hands planted on his hips, then reaching down to give some groping admiration to the extra heft he sported on his middle and between his legs thanks to them.

"Nite nite, boys. I wonder who's going to find you hanging here. Just imagine the look on their face."

The only thing left to do once he hefted up his sack and turned back towards the door was to retrieve his list. There were already dozens of names crossed off. And with a few strokes of a feather pen, there were two more.

Cherno

Mahiri

With that, he threw open the door and stepped back into the blustering winter's eve, leaving nothing more of the girly duo but the extra trophy weight on his balls and gut, never to be seen again.