When I tensed, he stilled. His head cocked to the left, then, slowly, to the right. Closer he moved, his gaze gluing to my blunt tipped fingers, tremoring as I clutched the pelt.
Snatching up my hand, wrenching it free from my knee, where I’d just huddled up and rested it on it, curled into a ball, he jerked me towards him.
When I tumbled, he frowned, eyeing me, then the floor. With a grunt, he jerked my arm again. He wanted me to get up. Terrified of where he’d expect me to follow him if I did, I played stupid, gaping up at him with a wild-eyed look.
Another grunt sounded, and as I feared, as if that meant, Eh, fuck it, she’s coming along one way or another, he began to drag me toward the back of the caves. The back of the caves where the others denned down.
“NO! NO!’ I started to shriek, fight, kick, my free hand trying to clutch my pelt to keep it with me and failing. None of it fazed him. It didn’t matter.
My arm wrenched in its socket as I fought, but that was about all that happened. His grip was like iron.
My skin broke out in a cold sweat I wasn't sure was from the pain of his bites or the dread creeping up my spine.
Right into the middle of a pit of fuzzy wuzzy evilness, he dragged me, giving me a look when I shrieked and some of them began to stir that told me he was warning me to be quiet.
Beasts moved as we passed, grumbling and rolling to their left or right groggily, to go back to sleep. I was in the den of the beasts, right in the heart of it. Oh god. This was bad, really, really bad… I was going to be eaten alive.
Once we were directly in the middle, my kidnapper turned and climbed right over me, settling himself backwards next to me. His clawed feet came on either side of my head and he locked me in, his arms wrapping around my legs to snuggle them like I was his personal body pillow. I wanted to scream. My mouth opened on a soft sound but nothing else came out. I was too terrified to scream.
He’d seen me trembling and thought I was cold? Was that it? And this was his solution?
Something at my back moved and a small whimper escaped me. My body gave a jolt as something pressed to my back and a nose bumped my neck, bending to lean in for a good sniff. A sneeze and a grunt followed, then more snuffling. A hand slapped to my hair, petting it. A deep rumble vibrated my back. A hand came over me to shove the foot on my face off and Ded complied. The beast at my back reached around for my face. A garbled noise left me as he cupped my mouth with his hand. Sharp, long teeth sank deep into the meaty part of my shoulder and I cried out. He bit down harder until I clamped my teeth down on his thick palm and a sob left me. Tears freely flowed down my cheeks at this point. I was in my own living nightmare.
As if that was all he wished, his hand slid from my mouth, dragging the blood on my lips, in my mouth, down my chin. A spicy tomato-y taste hit the back of my throat I recognized as I swallowed, lingering on my tongue. That hand slid to my lower belly and he jerked me flush against him. The beast at my back felt enormous. The biting sting was there but subsiding instantly at my shoulder, along with the ones from Ded. I’d drunken enough blood during this odd bite debacle the nausea threatening had bile rising in my throat. Yet nothing happened.
It was disgustingly warm with all these bodies around us. 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 in my hair forced me forward. The self-masturbating monster he was sporting, his muscled foreskin working that fat length, had me wanting to squirm away from him. His hand in my hair fisted, twisted. The second my lips parted on a shocked cry and my hands slapped to his, nails digging in, he tried to stuff his cock in my mouth. Eyes wide, I complied, though not taking him further than his head. If he thought this forced nutritional cum drinking shtick was going to be for his benefit, he could go get one of the female Krampus to suck him off. After the shit he was pulling, I didn’t care what, I had no intentions of finishing him off with my mouth.