The hand at my shoulder slid caressingly up to my nape. Thick claws slid through my hair. The action was odd, almost tender. Not needing further prompting, my head dipped and I took him into my mouth.
A loud groan left him as I began to work the tip.
When results were not found fast enough, his foreskin working his length only offering so much at a time as it milked him for me, I began to grow bolder. That hunger in my belly grew after the first taste. Following along as that thick muscle-ringed skin retracted towards his base, I forced it in place to suckle harder at what he offered.
A snarl of a gasp left the Krampus and his hips jerked. Forced to finally release him and allow his body to do what it was naturally, I slowly allowed him to slide free to the tip. More cream filled my mouth, in larger spurts than if I’d let him go as he was.
Again, my mouth followed his retracting skin. Again, more.
I kept this up until he was groaning and growling, his breathing harsh, heavy pants. His limbs shook as he seemed to jerk uncontrollably. In the back of my mind I wondered if I should ease up, but I couldn't seem to help myself. In that moment, I was as ravenous as a Krampus.
Right when I thought I’d taken all he had to give, he exploded. Warm, salty, with a hint of cream, cum filled my mouth. This wasn’t of a feeding nature with a hint of him, this was all him, releasing down the back of my throat.
A roar left him, right as his body let go.
Grabbing my hair to jerk me off of him, he had me spun around, under him, ass up, face mashed to the cold floor and was entering me to pound into me so fast I was surprised I didn’t have whiplash.
With a snarl that echoed through the cavern, he held me in place for his onslaught. Clawing at the ground, grinding my hips back against, I held on for the ride.
“Miiiiine,” he snarled, the first true coherent word I’d heard him utter.
My eyes about rolled up into my head as he rammed home hard and begin to grind into me, our groins flush, his cock deep. He hit that special spot just right and I let out a soft moan.
He was coming, probably had been the entire time. I was probably covered in that sticky love juice as he pulled from my mouth. I could feel it on my face, starting to harden to a crust on my cheek.
God, we were messed up. This whole thing was fucked up.
He began pounding into me again, until my teeth rattled and my cheek bone ached from being ground into the floor.
I didn’t want him to stop.
Coming hard moments later with a harsh cry and a Krampus-dick-crammed-channel-squeezing clench, I was so lightheaded with the rush of it there were a brief few seconds I thought I might pass out.
With a breathless, huffing chuff, my beastly lover collapsed in an exhausted heap atop me. Reaching out, slapping at him weakly to get off of me unless he wanted to have fun with my dead body, I sucked in a huge breath the second he complied. Still joined, on our sides, his large frame curled around my back, he leaned over me in an inhumanly, impossible Gumby bend, honking one of my breasts like he was contemplating tuning in to Tokyo, to seal his lips around a dusky pink tip and go to town on it.
Breakfast in bed, I thought with a snort that had him glancing my way through the corner of one frosty blue eye but not breaking from his current task at hand.
A grunt left him when his tongue swirled over my distended nipple in a way that made my body twitch from the inside out in reaction.
“I suppose that’s one way to cure…. him.”
My gaze shot to the passage Bels had led me through to trap me in here.
The Elf had a troubled look on his face and a shovel in his hand.
Shnikel stilled, his second lips remaining over my breast to work his meal from it as his outer lips curled up as if in warning. A rumble rattled his chest so hard my back was tingly from the vibrations of it. As if comfortable with the threat on the other side of the cage, in no immediate need to protect his prize, he kept an eye on the male but didn’t break his steady suckle and tug thing he had going with the second lips and that forked tongue.
“Bels,” Ded called. “How’s it going in there, and why do we gotta dig a hole for more licorice oaks when there’s plenty lining the river? Why so close to the mountain? You know we-Whoa. Sweet sugar plums...” The Elkfen’s voice trailed off as he met up with Bels, slowing to a stop just behind the Elf. Large ears shot up, higher than the Elkfen’s large doe-like eyes.
Ded’s eyes were darker than I recalled his being, long, stringy white hairs along the tops of his shoulders and down his torso. His horns were missing a few points along the top. His voice was deeper, gruffer. He spoke slower and he was looking gaunt. Ded had the sickness.
“Is the hole you dug about six feet deep?” I queried, like I didn’t have a Krampus working my tit, buried balls deep inside me until his base wasn’t swollen to the point his dick marbles had us locked together.
Reaching up absently as Shnikel finished at one breast and went to go for the other but then noted our new guest and hesitated, his chest rattling even louder, I began to gently pat the side of his head, brushing his ear. Cupping the side of his head, an action that surprised Bels when the Krampus growled not at me but Bels being out of his view, the beast allowed me to guide him back to what he’d been doing. With a teeth baring snarl warning his friends off, he took to helping himself to Second Breakfast while I gave the gawking pair a What the hell are you looking at? look. Embarrassment had given away to annoyance. In here, with the big bad more or less on my side, at least for so long as he wanted me, I felt at a bit of an advantage here.
The first order of business for me on my mile long, shit agenda, to do list was not walking around with wonky tits because Kramp-y-Boy McShnikel-Pants forgot to drain them both. I was one breast full and leaking left and that shit hurt. I saw no need to torture myself further.
“For the roots to have room to grow, Bels said,” Ded mumbled uncertainly. His gaze was locked on Shnikel’s junk threatening to split my pussy lips.
“So it’s deep enough for my supposed dead body,” I deadpanned with a look at the Elf.
Bels cleared his throat and glanced to Ded, who had a shocked look on his seemingly innocent mug. The deer-man needed to get out more. He was too naive for his own good.
“Bels wouldn’t do that,” Ded muttered, shuffling closer towards our cage. He didn’t stop, ignoring Shnikel’s warning growls, until his face was almost pressed up against the bars. He was sniffing so loudly, like he was desperate to suck in lungfuls of the love funk musting the room like it was air to him, the sound was echoing lightly in the quiet of the caves—all but for Shnikel’s rumbling and almost quiet suckling.
“He wouldn’t?” My eyebrows raised and I glanced over the Elkfen’s shoulder.
“Of course not. He’s our friend. He put you in there to save Shnikel and…” And now the deer-man was at a loss.
“But save him how?” I pressed, running my hand up one of Shnikel’s horns, smoothing it up the rings along the base. Shnikel began to make annoyed grunting noises until my fingers found their way back to his head fur. A chest clicking, rumble muffling purr of a rattle left him.
Ded’s eyes widened and he just stared.
“Think about it, Ded-dear,” I murmured sweetly, my sarcasm lost as his ears twitched and he began to fidget at the endearment.
He didn’t get it, nor did Ded catch Bels walking up behind him, shovel in hand, raising it up to make a noise that had him turning, to whack the Elkfen right in the side of the head with the digging implement. Ded’s eyes rolled up into his head and he crumpled to the ground in an unconscious heap.