The Snowmaiden, A Bride for Krampus - Jeanette Lynn Page 0,42
he gave a jerk, jostling me. Stilling, clamping my mouth shut, I shivered as a sob caught in my throat. Salty tears blurred my vision, obscuring the beast tearing at my arm.
Soon enough I found myself feeling a tad woozy. Nausea roiled in my gut. It occurred to me, as I laid there muffling my screams, trembling beneath him but not fighting him, he was slowly loosening his hold, his growls softening.
Forcing myself to relax, he did as well. Eventually, his mouth opened and my arm was free. With a cry of relief, I brought my arm to my chest, cradling it against me protectively.
Staring down at me, studying me with a strange look, like he was trying to figure the trembling woman beneath him out, he leaned forward, sniffing at me carefully.
Compliance, I was loath to admit, was the way with this one. Squeezing my eyes shut, I slumped beneath him. A part of me hoped he’d think I was dead, another wondering if he meant to tear my throat out once I submitted, the third wishing he’d just get whatever he aimed to do over and done with already and put me out of my misery.
A squeak left me as his hot breath fanned over me. A nose bumped my chin, sliding along my jaw. My shoulders hunched a little but I froze at his soft warning growl. A clawed hand clasped my wrist, placing it to my side. Down he nuzzled, until he’d reached my neck. Over my collarbone he snuffled, nuzzling the pelt I’d pulled back over me aside. Lower he went, his clawed hand lifting to the fur blanket over my belly. Cool air hit my skin as he parted the material.
I was trembling so hard I was spasming involuntarily.
His hand was warm, long fingers gliding up my sternum, settling between my breasts, for the rest of him to follow. His head lifted, briefly, and he garbled something out on a breathy sigh. Scooting down my length, his head dipped, forcing me to turn my face away or risk getting facially impaled on one of the ends of his massive horns—and this guy had a set on him. His face was so gaunt he looked like living death. His belly looked like his stomach had already eaten itself, a concave shell, his ribs appearing as if about to stab free of his protruding sternum.
His hand was like a hot brand as he cupped one of my breasts, my quickly cooling flesh to his hot warmth. His thumb brushed my nipple, the bud instantly hardening, before laving the tip with an impossibly long forked tongue and suckling the puckered peak into his mouth.
My body jolted as his teeth scraped over it, and then he really began to suckle. His mouth changed angles, lips latching on in different ways. He was just going to town on my tit while I laid here, stunned, gaping down at him. This Krampus milk buffet had dried up shortly after Shnikel’s dude juice had stopped offering belly filling nutrients and his teeth had completely gone blunt.
There was nothing sexual about what Ded Krampus was doing. The male was desperate, starved. A soft growl left him when he suckled harder, pissed at being denied what he wanted, the sound vibrating my breast.
Biting my lip to keep from crying out, I tensed. What would he do when he realized this chick had tig ol’ bitties, yes, but this heifer wasn’t full of milk?
His teeth nipped my breast lightly, as if to punish it for not giving up the goods. That familiar burn shot through me and I jackknifed up, back bowing, dislodging the half crazed, malnourished beast.
Grimacing, I hunched, my hand cradling my breast. At the spot of blood on my palm as I pulled it away slightly, a sudden sharp and aching throb overtaking my breast, I gasped at the nasty looking teeth marks puncturing my rounded flesh. Hunching forward as that stinging burn grew, I bent my head, the bite marks he’d peppered me with still burning, the heating sensation they left behind climbing up my bicep. It was all too much. I didn’t want this, any of it. I wanted Shnikel. Sniffling loudly, I softly began to cry.
My hair dropped forward with the movement, obscuring the beast’s view of me. Dropping my breast, I yanked the halves of my pelt blanket wrap over me, shivering against the cold threatening to seep into my bones.