The Snowmaiden, A Bride for Krampus - Jeanette Lynn Page 0,25
my waist as I began to squirm in earnest and he held me in place. His claws pricked my skin but didn’t dig in.
He wasn’t killing me, or trying to. I could handle this. At least some part of me was on board, an entirely different reaction to a Krampus’ bite than an Elf’s sending my insides melting and my heart racing in more than mortified terror.
Oh, I’d probably be pretty mortified later, sure, but if I played my cards right I’d be alive. Hopefully.
Frosty air kissed my skin as he moved on from the breast he was worshiping to attack the next. I’d say he was disappointed to find there was nothing there to actually get from them but his reaction was nowhere near the meltdown over my arm. Glancing up, I noted the steady drip-drip from my arm had slowed to barely a trickle. Blue was starting to replace the red of my bloodied arm wherever his teeth had touched. It almost looked like old tattoo ink.
As if he wasn’t a fan of my attention being diverted, my nipple was given a harsh nip. Yelping, my gaze shot down to the beast who’d decided it was more fun to pay homage to the maiden than eat her. Letting out a clicking sound, rattling the middle of his chest, he pulled his teeth back and snarled. A hiss left him as he gave me a lip curling sneer of a look I had no chance of deciphering.
Shit. My pussy reacted as if he was purring at it prettily. I did not claim responsibility for that she beast coochie. The reaction was not my own.
As if the sudden squelch as my sex clenched was demanding attention, his tongue shot out to investigate. A soft cry rent the air as my panties were gripped, torn, jerking me along with them until they fell away. Then that fat, forked fiend not only tasted, it concurred. Sliding along my clit, slipping between my legs, right over my slit, it slammed home with a force that sent me jerking, pulling at my ties. And then it slid out slowly to slam back in again. Again I cried out and jerked. Again, my ties were tested. Pain from the position I was in, the cold, the ropes, the pleasure quickly grew to a fever pitch, until I was cresting that wave.
Grunting as he screwed me useless with his mouth, his hips began to move as if my orgasm was his own.
The fat tail at his back began to flick this way and that, coming all the way around to the sides of one of my thighs and then the other.
Shooting to his feet as my hips began to tentatively move to the rhythm his mouth had offered, he crowded me in, until his body was flush to mine. I’d come once, quite intensely, but it wasn’t enough.
His strange snarls and growls were filled with that weird clicking in his chest. Once he was flush against me, that clicking shifted to a garbled croon.
Oh my god, was he...?
His chest pressed, brushed, until the rough and smooth fur mixing on his towering frame felt like it was abrading my nipples. I was fucked. I wanted to wantonly rub myself back against him.
My teeth began chattering loudly again, too loud. It could no longer be ignored or that clickety clack sound contained.
The fur on his shoulders began to puff up as he went to jerk me to him roughly, a thick something, very pronounced and eager something between his legs, making its presence known, and a sharp cry left me as my arms were wrenched in their sockets.
Releasing me immediately to watch me slam back into the bars, another cry leaving me, his hand clamped down over mine, feeling around my fisted fingers. My short digits were discolored and swollen, a hiss leaving me as his hot skin pressed over my ice cold flesh. Grunting, his hand moved higher, and then he was jerking at the rope that’d been holding me in place to be freely mauled. Two harsh tugs and a snap and the rope came crashing down, smacking me in the head. And as the only thing holding me up was snapped clean off the bars, my body went slinking to the floor in a gelatin-like wobble of limbs.
My head smacked his chest, my hands still tied together to drag down him after. My face greeted a rather sizeable bit of penile property, the side of