The Snowmaiden, A Bride for Krampus - Jeanette Lynn Page 0,44

More beasts moved closer, sniffing, snuffling at the scent of the newcomer.

The beast at my back pillowed my head on a thick, furry bicep. He kept nuzzling my hair, doing some weird thing with his lips that made me wonder if he was desperate enough to try and eat my hair.

Whatever the reason, or whether I’d wake up bald or not, he started to hum and a strange lethargy took over as the adrenaline pumping through me gave way to a Krampus-hum-induced false sense of comfort. Ded joined him, and others around us, until I was surrounded by the soft, vibrating sound, like a lullaby for the cursed. Blinking to try and keep my eyes open, I soon found it next to impossible.

Mumbling a protest, I drifted off to sleep, wondering absently if I’d even wake up, and if I did, what kind of nightmare would I wake up to?

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The heavy rumbles vibrating against me drew me from a wonderful dream where Shnikel and I were curled up drinking cocoa in front of a fire, eating sugar cookies shaped like snowmen. The hand sliding up my leg, the long tongue following, had my eyes popping open to stare down into dark eyes. My sex pulsed, throbbing with an unfulfilled ache even a lurid dream I could kind of remember before the cookie one about a bearskin rug, a bottle of caramel syrup, and a very happy Elkfen with a creative streak a mile wide couldn’t cure.

Ded, turned around and licking his way up my length, paused at the apex of my thighs and inhaled deeply. The beast who’d been cuddled up to my back let out a bone jarring, chest rattling rumble and shifted. One glimpse of the enormous male was enough to quell the rising ache threatening to tempt me into making the first move with one of these two, wily beasts or not.

Fat, curling, gnarled horns, black with swirls of purple on the thick rings curled up them, one horn was cracked straight down the middle, almost all the way to the base, the other scratched up as if he’d used it in many of the Krampus displays of dominance. Small, beady black eyes zeroed in on my breasts, the swollen mounds full once more with something to offer. Flat nostrils on a thin, long nose flared and he licked his dark lips.

Sitting up on my elbows, pushing my chest out as if in offering, I waited. My hair, the roots long ago having grown out to expose the brown of my natural hair color, the blue a soft, faded cotton candy, never failed to draw their notice. Leaning in, one hand went to my hair to bury his fingers in it while a wide mouth full of sharp teeth latched onto my breast and he began to work it. If his size was any indication, I’d rather have to deal with Ded Krampus than Behemoth Krampus.

Fighting not to wince even though I really wanted to at Behemoth’s gruff actions as he tugged and pulled roughly, like it just wasn’t coming fast enough, Ded took full advantage of the buffet before him and buried his face in my pussy. Lips found what they sought, hungry noises leaving him as Ded’s tongue plunged deep. My hips jerked, the startled noise I made soon replaced with a soft moan as he growled and the sound vibrated my clit.

As if all the commotion was drawing others, a third Krampus just shoved his way in and helped himself, shoving Behemoth Krampus to make room for him so he could take advantage of the breast milk filled globe no one was partaking of. Smaller than Behemoth but bigger than Ded, this Krampus had red in his stubs for horns, the cracked ends sticking straight up, rings of fur surrounding his face that tickled my abdomen as it brushed it. Stubby Krampus, I thought, wondering between choked out moans as Ded worked me right up to an intense orgasm with his mouth, how the hell I was supposed to extract myself from this situation.

Once Behemoth had helped finish off my breast, he struck, hard and fast, biting my breast hard enough the orgasm Ded sent me spiraling towards jerked to a halt. Shoving off Stubby Krampus, grabbing Ded by a horn to lift him off of me and toss him away like he was nothing, he sat up, grabbing me by the arm to jerk me into a sitting position, and the hand still