That heat in my arm had spread, like fire in my veins. The pain had grown so intense to ease, until it was a tingling numbness that concerned me but not as much as the feeling filling my belly to dip lower. Warming on the inside, freezing on the outside but very slowly thawing, I was as jumbled up physically as I was starting to feel emotionally. My thoughts warred, body fidgeting in place.
“Please don’t kill me,” I whispered, as long arms lifted, thin fingers gliding up my arms in a way that pricked and tickled my flesh. A jolt burst through me as the arm he’d just bitten was jostled. That pooling heat had found purchase in a very funny place on my person. Alarm shot through me as the Krampus laving my face began to make a strange sound in his chest. The noise wasn’t quite the angry growls of before, but it was nowhere near anything I’d consider nice.
“I’ll do whatever you want… I-” Words froze on my tongue as he suddenly began feverishly working his way down my nape, hungry, searching nips and laps at my skin that had me squirming in place.
His hands slid back down my frame after pausing briefly on the ties on my hands, moving lower with him as he found my collarbones, the upper part of my breasts. My legs began to saw as if to ease the ache building at the apex of my thighs. My nipples were sensitive, hardened buds. His fur brushed my chest, tickling it as he moved lower, until that alien like tongue was closing over a breast, tasting teasing, and then his mouth had found a nipple to taste that too.
A sharp cry left me as a long, drawn out groan of a moan rent the air. It wasn’t coming from me.
A hiss left him, almost word-like noises, guttural, from deep in his throat, rumbling out of him. His hands shot to my waist as I began to squirm in earnest and he held me in place. His claws pricked my skin but didn’t dig in.
He wasn’t killing me, or trying to. I could handle this. At least some part of me was on board, an entirely different reaction to a Krampus’ bite than an Elf’s sending my insides melting and my heart racing in more than mortified terror.
Oh, I’d probably be pretty mortified later, sure, but if I played my cards right I’d be alive. Hopefully.
Frosty air kissed my skin as he moved on from the breast he was worshiping to attack the next. I’d say he was disappointed to find there was nothing there to actually get from them but his reaction was nowhere near the meltdown over my arm. Glancing up, I noted the steady drip-drip from my arm had slowed to barely a trickle. Blue was starting to replace the red of my bloodied arm wherever his teeth had touched. It almost looked like old tattoo ink.
As if he wasn’t a fan of my attention being diverted, my nipple was given a harsh nip. Yelping, my gaze shot down to the beast who’d decided it was more fun to pay homage to the maiden than eat her. Letting out a clicking sound, rattling the middle of his chest, he pulled his teeth back and snarled. A hiss left him as he gave me a lip curling sneer of a look I had no chance of deciphering.
Shit. My pussy reacted as if he was purring at it prettily. I did not claim responsibility for that she beast coochie. The reaction was not my own.
As if the sudden squelch as my sex clenched was demanding attention, his tongue shot out to investigate. A soft cry rent the air as my panties were gripped, torn, jerking me along with them until they fell away. Then that fat, forked fiend not only tasted, it concurred. Sliding along my clit, slipping between my legs, right over my slit, it slammed home with a force that sent me jerking, pulling at my ties. And then it slid out slowly to slam back in again. Again I cried out and jerked. Again, my ties were tested. Pain from the position I was in, the cold, the ropes, the pleasure quickly grew to a fever pitch, until I was cresting that wave.
Grunting as he screwed me useless with his mouth, his hips began to move as if my orgasm was his own.
The fat tail at his back began to flick this way and that, coming all the way around to the sides of one of my thighs and then the other.
Shooting to his feet as my hips began to tentatively move to the rhythm his mouth had offered, he crowded me in, until his body was flush to mine. I’d come once, quite intensely, but it wasn’t enough.
His strange snarls and growls were filled with that weird clicking in his chest. Once he was flush against me, that clicking shifted to a garbled croon.
Oh my god, was he...?
His chest pressed, brushed, until the rough and smooth fur mixing on his towering frame felt like it was abrading my nipples. I was fucked. I wanted to wantonly rub myself back against him.
My teeth began chattering loudly again, too loud. It could no longer be ignored or that clickety clack sound contained.
The fur on his shoulders began to puff up as he went to jerk me to him roughly, a thick something, very pronounced and eager something between his legs, making its presence known, and a sharp cry left me as my arms were wrenched in their sockets.
Releasing me immediately to watch me slam back into the bars, another cry leaving me, his hand clamped down over mine, feeling around my fisted fingers. My short digits were discolored and swollen, a hiss leaving me as his hot skin pressed over my ice cold flesh. Grunting, his hand moved higher, and then he was jerking at the rope that’d been holding me in place to be freely mauled. Two harsh tugs and a snap and the rope came crashing down, smacking me in the head. And as the only thing holding me up was snapped clean off the bars, my body went slinking to the floor in a gelatin-like wobble of limbs.
My head smacked his chest, my hands still tied together to drag down him after. My face greeted a rather sizeable bit of penile property, the side of my mouth smacking into it in a what’s up Krampus’ guy, we doin’ this or what, accidental slobber along the side kind of sloppy hello.
Before I could try to heft myself up, if that was even at all possible, he was snarling, a purr like rumble that echoed throughout the chamber issuing at my unmaiden-like greeting.
My hair was gripped, long fingers burying in my long locks, to jerk my head back. A hiss left the beast as that one-eyed monster bobbed thickly. I knew what was coming, could have prepared myself for it if I wasn’t still stunned stupid from the fall. Thicker along the base, with strange protrusions, like flexible, spiked nubs, mimicking a succulent plant, starting at the base, flexed. The two largest flexible cock spikes at the base of his shaft stood cock hard straight out. The different sized nubs crowned, rimming his shining glory in a mockery of a smaller scale model of his not so little beast there.
Deep purple with rings rimming it, almost exactly like the color his horns were turning, starting from the base up, I just automatically assumed, for reasons not quite clear to me to be honest, the skin gathered release at his groin, and the pale blue tip of his penis, were more Krampus than Elkfen. As his cock jerked I noticed the base spiny mock cocks flexing, flushed flat until his dick jerked a certain way. There were more but they weren’t as large, smaller nubs bulging along every third purple ring going up his length. The head had an almost shovel scooped end, the corona sporting a flare of thin skin along it that fluttered when his junk jerked. I was about to give oral to that? A mutant sea anemone peen?
Quelling my panic, I told myself it could be worse. It could always be worse. Those spongy looking springy cock ring crown points could have been hard spikes with pointy, thorny looking ends…
The blunt tip of a cockhead with too many slits, one main one with a wide slit right down the middle of that flared head that seeped a shimmering looking liquid, the other two smaller, along either side of the main one, and dribbling a thickness that bordered on white-blue frosting.