already. Moving so fast I didn’t catch it until I felt it, he snarled viciously and his teeth sank deep.
A sharp cry left me, bordering on a scream, but I quickly muffled it. It was near to impossible, hissing the rest of it out through gritted teeth. Tears filled my eyes, blurring my vision as he tore into a chunk of my flesh. A soft cry left me, a plea for him to stop along with it.
“Please!” I finally screamed, unable to hold it in a moment longer as hot, liquid heat began to burn the spot. Warmth worked its way up my arm. It hurt, hurt so bad I couldn’t see straight. I was a babbling, hot mess. I just hoped he’d get scared or pissed, sick of the noises I was making, and just kill me with one great swipe of one of those long clawed hands.
As if that did the trick, the beast jerked, scoring my arm with his long teeth as he jerked back. Another scream of a sob left me. Wetness began to drip down my arm freely. Bleeding out quickly had never sounded like a better idea than it did now, hopefully before he began to attack vital organs. Lifting one of my legs, knowing it was no use, too weak to give up any pretense of fending myself off at any rate, I tried valiantly to curl it up near my stomach. Jerking on the ties holding my hands prisoner, there was absolutely no use. I was at the Krampus’ mercy.
Did the beast possess any?
Krampus began sniffing again, moving on to other things, curious about the noise maker with the leaky face, her mutilated arm momentarily forgotten.
“Please,” I blubbered. Now was the time for begging, hoping as Bels had, there was some shred of the pre-Krampus Shnikel left in there somewhere. “Please, I want to live.” My tears fell hotly, crusting at my face as they raced down my cheeks.
He was almost nose to nose with me, his thin, pointed noise brushing mine experimentally. His tongue was next, finding my tears to taste the salted sorrow. More fell. As if he liked the taste, he lapped at my face eagerly, his lips getting in on it as if he didn’t wish to miss a single drop. Finding the source, hot warmth raked over my eye. As soon as that one was finished and I’d calmed just enough I wasn’t outright blubbering in his nostrils flared, breathing down my face nightmarishness, he switched to the other leaking eyeball.
That heat in my arm had spread, like fire in my veins. The pain had grown so intense to ease, until it was a tingling numbness that concerned me but not as much as the feeling filling my belly to dip lower. Warming on the inside, freezing on the outside but very slowly thawing, I was as jumbled up physically as I was starting to feel emotionally. My thoughts warred, body fidgeting in place.
“Please don’t kill me,” I whispered, as long arms lifted, thin fingers gliding up my arms in a way that pricked and tickled my flesh. A jolt burst through me as the arm he’d just bitten was jostled. That pooling heat had found purchase in a very funny place on my person. Alarm shot through me as the Krampus laving my face began to make a strange sound in his chest. The noise wasn’t quite the angry growls of before, but it was nowhere near anything I’d consider nice.
“I’ll do whatever you want… I-” Words froze on my tongue as he suddenly began feverishly working his way down my nape, hungry, searching nips and laps at my skin that had me squirming in place.
His hands slid back down my frame after pausing briefly on the ties on my hands, moving lower with him as he found my collarbones, the upper part of my breasts. My legs began to saw as if to ease the ache building at the apex of my thighs. My nipples were sensitive, hardened buds. His fur brushed my chest, tickling it as he moved lower, until that alien like tongue was closing over a breast, tasting teasing, and then his mouth had found a nipple to taste that too.
A sharp cry left me as a long, drawn out groan of a moan rent the air. It wasn’t coming from me.
A hiss left him, almost word-like noises, guttural, from deep in his throat, rumbling out of him. His hands shot to