The Snowmaiden, A Bride for Krampus - Jeanette Lynn Page 0,51
was all set to wriggle my way and dry hump the heavily muscled tree trunk of a hunk when he let my breast go with one last noisy suckle.
“Baumbel Hunman,” he rumbled out like a contented cat. But when he went to lower himself over me as if to finish this wild mess we’d started, he hesitated when I tensed up.
Of course I tensed up. One part of me was saying Hell, yes, snowbeastman, show me what weirdness you’re packing, while the other half of me wanted to cringe away from him instinctively.
Easing himself off of me slowly, eyeing me like he was wary I might break, he hefted himself up and sat on his haunches. Pressing a hand to his chest as he slid his legs out from beneath him, he scooted back and flopped to his ass. Churring mixing with a rumbling purr, he propped himself up along the end of his sleeping platform, legs spreading to accommodate the fat purple head of a curved shaft thick in the middle and thickening as it slowly slid free from a slitted pouch of skin that housed his sex.
Crotch pocket, I thought. He has a crotch pocket. The unbidden words slid through my subconscious, whispering at me tauntingly not to laugh at the odd word choice as it struck me.
He grunted as his thick buddy jutting out fully emerged, bobbing there with a little bounce as it literally sprang forward.
Bounce if you’re hung.
A small giggle escaped me, loon that I am, as it jerked at my wandering gaze. Another giggle left me and my hand slapped to my mouth.
As if he enjoyed my reaction and avid admiration of his person, a deep, bone jarring rumble tumbled from his lips.
I was already crawling towards him, shaking with want and more. He was inviting it. Why couldn’t we…? If only just this once? Or twice… thrice. Swallowing hard, throat feeling drier than my lips, I was just between his legs when his purr jerked to a tinnitus inducing, engine idling, cacophony of thunderous vibrations right there at my face. My hand fell to his thigh, slipping through the thick mat of fur to glide upward. A fullness at the underside of his shaft began to show, until his cock was curving upward sharply and the feelers behind his ears were angled towards me, wriggling like they were eager to make contact.
Color showed, bright blue packed bulges around the fleshy pocket that housed his genitalia. Whereas Shnikel’s Elkfen bratwurst was nothing to laugh at, Baumbel boy over here was sporting a thick kielbasa. I was sure it didn’t help that as it swelled a swirling strip of white, like a vein that bulged when it was at the height of readiness, popped up to stand out against the violently light purple overall color of his uniquely shaped snow alien beast man peen.
I didn’t care. I was confident I could take him. I was so hard up to find my own release I was willing to mount that beast to ride us both home.
“Hunman Baumbel,” he rumbled out gutturally.
“Lumi,” I murmured as I climbed up his thick thighs, situating myself over him, until my hands were at his shoulders, body lined, primed and more than ready to slide down that swirl patterned cock of a barber pole. “And you, I’m going to assume by your vehemence, seem to just go by B-b-b-baumb!” My words spluttered off on a stutter as I began to slide down his pole and his leg jerked, kicking mine out and knocking me off balance to send me slamming down atop him. My pussy swallowed him up in one big assed gulp, complete with slurping noises, followed by a long moan. Seated atop him, a testicular like bulge pressing into my backside slapping at my perineum, I felt impaled. I was almost afraid to move.
The slithering bulge pressing into my clit, nestled into his crotch pocket, for lack of a better term, had no qualms about wriggling around in there, pressing and teasing until a fat, glowing blue bulge with a pointed tip burst free to slap wetly about the place. I nearly jumped when the hot appendage tapped my clit. My sex clenched and I shifted, then began to move in earnest.
We both groaned as the action sent his cock jerking and my inner walls clenching around him. Slowly, I began to work my hips, rocking on and gradually picking up the pace as I learned what he liked,