The Snowmaiden, A Bride for Krampus - Jeanette Lynn Page 0,39

his legs between mine, nestling his cock where we both wanted it most, he slid his arms beneath my shoulders, reaching up to cup the back of my head as his head began to dip. “I can try, Christmas spirit willing, but we both know I’m just not enough for you like this, not here, maybe not ever if I can’t smuggle us out of Hinter.” Before I could argue, he kissed me. This wasn’t a gentle peck of the lips, it was hard, heady, full of hunger and need.

One of his hands slid to my hip, slipping lower to grip an ass cheek and tilt my hips. He was hot and hard, adjusting his cock so it was lined up with the mouth of my sex. I was already ready to go, wiggling to help this all along. Reaching between us, I slid the thickly furred foreskin protecting his now completely Elkfen looking cock back. Green. Elkfen dicks were a deep, forest green with reddish brown fur surrounding the underside of their testicles. A thick bulge followed along the underside of his shaft, swelling when he came. He had fat vein that curled around his cock like a candy cane stripe, red along the sides and a thick white section in the middle. It gave his penis more of an edible Christmas treat presence than functional junk. It literally vibrated when he came.

Shnikel groaned as he began to breach my channel. Unlike all the other times we had fun, taking it slow, there was something hurried to his actions. I gasped as he slowly began to pump in, to pull right back out, and then suddenly sink balls deep.

Grunting with the effort, he began thrusting into me with gusto. Sliding my hands up his wide shoulders, hooking my ankles at his lower back, I held on and ground back against him. His urgency grew, until his kisses matched the intensity.

Soon I was cresting that wave, my channel rippling around him taking him along with me. It all happened so fast my head was spinning. Continuing to slowly pump into me, Shnikel cupped my face, groaning as he stole a few more kisses. My hands slid over his, entwining our fingers.

“Do you trust me?” he asked again, for what felt like the millionth time the last few days.

“What’s gotten into you?” I demanded. My eyebrows arched, lifting questioningly.

“You didn’t answer.” His tan brow lifted, matching mine.

“Tell me what you’re up to and perhaps I will,” I quipped.

“I’d like to show you,” he murmured.

“That sounds ominous.” A frown tugged at my brow. One of his fingers went to smooth it out but this crinkled brow wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“Not ominous…” he replied cryptically. “More… something that has to be done.” Clasping one of my icy hands in his, a frown pulled at his face now as he tried to rub some warmth back into my fingertips. His head dipped and he nuzzled his face into my palm.

“I’m not going to like this.” It wasn’t a question.

“Do you trust me?” he asked again, to which I flat out scowled.

“You’re going to leave me.” I was close to something to that when he didn’t argue.

My heart dropped.

Cupping his face, I peppered kisses over his furry mug. “Take me with you. I don’t care.”

“It’s not that simple,” he sputtered. “And we both know you’re safest here. I can’t bring you back.”

I paused at that. Back-back, he was saying, as in, “You’re going back to the village?” My hands slid from his face and my head flopped back. I flat out gaped up at him.

He tried to smile but it was wobbly. “It won’t be forever.” Glancing away, he mumbled, “I knew you’d get upset.”

I blinked, stared. “Why wouldn’t I?” I sputtered.

“Lumi…” he whispered. Groaning, he dropped down, pressing his face into my shoulder to inhale my scent at my nape. He said I carried our mixed scents strongest there. “I don’t really have a choice.” His voice was muffled, a mangled mumble.

“I- I understand,” I said slowly. I didn’t, but I was trying. While I wanted to rally against the idea, get loud or cry, beg him to stay, his mind sounded made up.

I was on the birth control shot and had some time until it wore off, possibly a month or more, maybe two or three, perhaps less... I was horrible at keeping track of the time in here and had all but given up trying to. By my shit calculations, that