The Snowmaiden, A Bride for Krampus - Jeanette Lynn Page 0,28
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My eyes slowly drifted shut. I was falling asleep and we were still stuck. My body was finally at a point it was relaxed and it was having its way with me.
A grunt left my beastly lover when my eyes closed and I yawned. A moment later a nose tickled my ear, the loud sniffs that followed making me shiver. Cracking an eyelid open, I turned my face and dared a peek at the beast I’d just let ravage me.
The brightest blue eyes I’d ever seen met and held mine. Mouth working, I blinked, studying them. Krampus Shnikel had black eyes. Wanting to shift a little but unable to in my current condition, my eyes frantically searched the rest of him for any noticeable changes.
“Shnikel?” I whispered questioningly.
Working his mouth like it was hard to with his thin, hollowed out cheeks and those large chompers stretched over them, he let out a soft growling sound that led me to believe a bit of the Elkfen he’d once been was still lurking about in there, and dare I say surfacing a bit?
When my gaze once more found his, I noted those glowing, cerulean pools had never left my face.
“SSSShhhikkkkeeeeel,” he garbled out, making me smile, despite our disturbing circumstances. Leaning in, never ungluing his gaze from mine, he growled softly right in my face, slamming a hand down next to my head for emphasis, “Sssssnoowmaaaadnenn Shhh-nnnn-ah-kkkkel.”
Staring at him, blinking, I let that one roll around in my noggin for a tick. “Me?” Pointing to myself, shifting just enough he only gave a grunt and leaned with me, I asked, “You mean me? I’m yours?”
“Shhh-nnn-iick- Shhhh-nnnn-nick-el’s.”
My skin pebbled like he’d just said something sweet, like my ass should be enamored by the fact, like I was feeling properly wooed and special and crap. I wasn’t...was I? Warmth filled my chest. My heart gave a weird flutter and a flip. I’d lost my damned mind.
Of all the things I could have said in response, my mouth working as I tried to find the right answer, I blurted, “Lumi. I’m Lumi.”
“Shhh-nick-el Lumi,” he garbled out gutturally, with some effort.
Shifting behind me as the pinch of pressure riding me eased inside of me, he slowly slipped free from my depths. As if he’d just uncorked me, and I supposed he had, the floodgates opened and everything he’d just filled me with came rushing out. A loud purr of a rumble left him as he gave an appreciative sniff, that clicking chest thing starting up at the scent of his handiwork.
“Proud of yourself, are we?” I joked, more so because I needed something to say than to him.
Nudging me to my feet, hovering over me as he practically frog marched me to a corner and began shoving snow piling up there into me, washing us off, I realized. He then finished with himself, leaving me to it, to stalk straight to a far corner and relieve himself in it.
Following suit because when held captive by a lunatic Elf and claimed by his caged Krampus... Grimacing at the odd heaviness in my breasts, slowly building aching pains overtaking them as I made my way to him and copied his bathroom usage, by the time I’d finished and he was herding me to a spot for either more sex, sleep, or perhaps a sacrificial organ removal ceremony—fingers crossed for anything but the latter—my nipples were swollen and tender, breasts engorged and hot to the touch. Cupping one, frowning, I gasped as it began to leak.
The beast looming over me shoved at my shoulder until I stumbled to my ass. “Ow.” Rubbing my smarting bottom, wanting to give him a dirty look but honestly too afraid to, I sat there in sullen silence.
“Looo-me,” he rumbled out, a husky purr that had me glancing up at him as he slammed down to the ground beside me and then shoved me backward.
“I- Whoa!” A squeal left me as I tumbled backwards.
A hand the size of a dinner plate, long, curling fingers closing over a breast, began kneading my pliant flesh. His head dipped, shaggy head fur dropping forward with the motion as his mouth closed over a nipple. That second set of thin lips was visible as he used them to help him work at the sudden magical lactation I’d acquired fuck knew where.
Weird as this sounded, he was a clean eater, my dumb ass noted offhandedly. It wasn't painful, the way he was working my tit. The