The hands that came at me from behind were Ded’s. He was tall but physically thinner than all the rest of them, his fingers like sticks. I knew what he was doing as his fingers caressed my bottom. My legs shifted, allowing him room to come up behind me. Ded didn’t waste another moment, his cock finding my honeyhole to ram home. A grunt left me as I jolted, jerking as he impaled me.
Creamy sweet cum filled my mouth, pepperminty with a hint of mocha. Behemoth released another steady stream, his eyes focused on Ded as the male began to pound into me.
Stubby found my breast again, and another Krampus joined the orgy, going for my unoccupied teat. And then a third worked his way in to lap his way down my belly, closing over my clit, then lap at the cream at the seam of my lips as Ded stuffed me beyond full. It was a pile of furry bodies, all vying for a spot.
It wasn’t until long, clawed hands spread my cheeks and a long tongue began to lap at my back passage that I had to call my limit.
Behemoth, if by poor timing or because maybe he liked watching someone get their ass rimmed, burst then, nearly choking me on a thick wad of salty cum. Coughing, gagging, I almost vomited as he quickly pulled his cock free to spill his seed just about freaking everywhere. Turning my head, I wasn’t happy about getting my hair cream conditioned by the massive male but it was better than my face.
The tongue getting friendly with my asshole plunged deep. A squeak left me and I tensed up. Ded came then, grunting as his body locked deep inside of mine.
As the back passage trespasser began to try and go to town on places I wasn’t ready to have explored, I tried to wriggle away. It was pointless. “No,” I called out plaintively. “I don’t- Stop.”
Ded growled softly as I winced, the fattest part of Ass Krampus’ tongue forcing its way in.
“I don’t- I don’t want this… Stop!” I called out louder.
Ded snarled and the sound of flesh hitting flesh reached my ears, and then the Krampus eating out my ass slipped free to tumble backwards.
Not to be deterred, Ass-Krampus came rushing back, ramming Ded. The only problem with that was that Ded and I were still deeply interlocked. A shriek that echoed throughout the cavern left me, the two Krampus attacking my breast’s teeth scraping them as they were detached, my vagina burning with the tight pull on it.
“Stop! Stop it now!” I screamed as they continued to fight like Ded wasn’t balls deep inside me. My screams were so loud they carried over the wild snarls starting to fill the room. Behemoth, as if oblivious to the fight and my predicament, or perhaps he didn’t care, took up Ass-Krampus’ mantle and since he couldn’t get his jollies off in the front door, he too would check out the log ride.
“Get off of me!” I bellowed, slapping at him as he tried to angle himself behind me to mount me over the fighting pair.
I was screaming so loud my ears rang. The males just snarled over me. It was no surprise we were drawing attention. Sick of trying to croon me into complying, Behemoth forced my face into the cave floor, slamming it down into it. My screams turned to pleading sobs as he tried to breach me.
An insane roar issued from the back of the caverns, like an ancient being had just been awoken from a thousand years slumber.
The Krampus fighting with Ded, along with Behemoth, froze. “Baumbel,” Ass-Krampus whispered. Ded used Ass’ distraction to dispatch of him, grabbing him by his scalp-fur to jerk his head back and tear his throat right out in one swift move. Blood spurted everywhere, warmth splattering all of us in a macabre mess.
Ded’s cock finally let up, allowing him to slip free off me. Behemoth grabbed him by the throat and chucked him like a rag doll. Ded’s head made a horrible cracking noise as he landed, skidding to a stop to still. His head rested at an odd angle. Ded’s eyes remained closed. He didn’t get back up.
Oh god. Ded...
Kicking Ass’ lifeless corpse away like a dirty tissue with a careless, fat hoofed kick, Behemoth’s hand clapped to my ass. I jumped hard, the action as my rump stung sending the fat knob trying to pop past that tight ring pressing harder.
“No,” I howled. Something snapped inside of me. It was fight or flight and I had nowhere to run. Kicking out at him, he snarled and slapped his paw of a mitt down on my ass again. Baumbel momentarily forgotten, he slammed his claws into my side and began to rake them down my lower back. Growling angrily in his throat, he pulled out a little, legs tensing, hips shifting. He was going to tear me forcing me to take him like this. I didn’t want this, sure as hell didn’t want him. I continued to fight him, fruitless as it was. I’d go down fighting. And the first chance I got, he was dead.
Thick thighs forced mine apart, he was preparing to ram right home, but right as he started to proceed, a snarl on his hiss-clenched lips, another almighty roar echoed throughout the cavern, so close a mad case of tinnitus that shook me overtook me. One moment Behemoth was there, ready to rape me to death, the next he was gone, like his ass had been plucked clean up.
Scrambling to turn around, shoving my bum down onto the ground to hover in place, my arms wrapping around my middle, I whipped around just in time to watch a larger than life Baumbel lift Behemoth up in a fat paw, six fat fingers with short but sharp claws digging into Behemoth’s throat. Dragging his body closer to him as it dangled in his grip, green eyes lit, began to glow.
Those sharp eyes narrowed, heavy, heavily furred brow drawing down into a fierce scowl. His insanely thick, wide chest puffed up. A long tail that split into two at the end flicked angrily behind him. There wasn’t a single part of the beast that didn't give me pause, from the long hair at his back that lifted, his fur properly ruffled, the short fur covering his body fluffed up and puffed out with the rest of him, to his impossibly thick neck and large head, and last but not least, a lower jaw that jutted, supporting two thick tusks that hugged the corners of his wide jaw.
And then the Baumbel opened his mouth, exposing a wide, fat, flat purple tongue with two smaller ones on either side that moved with it in tandem. Baumbel went from Snow Orc to straight up alien when his jaw separated, the skin of his cheeks pulled back to puff up, his tusks jutting straight forward instead of up. A triangular flap of flesh his tongues rested on, coming to a point, rattled in an ungodly sound, the filled flaps at his cheeks shaking along with it. Upper fangs slid free, row after long, sharp row of them all at once.
I could only sit there and gape and watch.
Behemoth, tiny in comparison, shrieked, choked splutters leaving him as he kicked uselessly. My, how the tables have turned, I thought with no small amount of satisfaction as Baumbel just bit Behemoth’s head clean off and spat it out towards the other Krampus cowering over near the small alcove with a pool of water they drank from.
Snarling at Behemoth’s headless corpse as it continued to spurt blood and twitch, he tossed it aside. Turning, tail slapping at the ground, he lifted one of his wide, four toed feet, thick claws scraping the ground, and kicked cave floor dirt at the decapitated corpse.
When green eyes found me and held, he dropped down to all fours, wide shoulders popping up. He gracefully prowled closer, like a large alien cat. A weird churring sound hit my ears. His jaw was back to tusks jutting up. His throat trembled as he made the noise. It was the alien coo of a deadly beast. He was churring at me?
Holy shit, I was next!
I couldn’t move, didn’t dare to breathe. When he was right over me, he got as close as he could, pausing when I flinched as his fur brushed me. Thick whiskers tickled my cheek as he leaned in, until we were almost nose to nose, his button of a nose’s nostrils flaring. Instead of biting my head off, he leaned in, churring loud and erratic, and then he gently brushed the side of his cheek along mine. His cheek bones covered in fur were the hardest part of his face. His cheeks were as soft as the fur on them, loose cheek skin rippling gently against mine as he began rubbing up all on my head. When I relaxed a little, he scooted closer. When his thick arms braced on either side of me and I jumped, his churring garbled to a halt to start up again.