Frowning, noting it seemed a little brighter in here, I gasped as my gaze was drawn to the water. The crystal pieces lining the deep well flashed, glowing in a dazzling display.
“You’re doing that,” I whispered, grinning suddenly. My gaze met his and he went to smile again but grunted and frowned, as if he remembered his toothy displays frightened me.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized. “You can smile. I won’t freak out. You know, just don’t eat me.” Going for a laugh, it didn’t sound like I found any of this humorous in the least. Swallowing past the lump in my throat, I licked my lips. He wasn’t attacking me or trying to frighten me. He’d saved me, helped me, and now he’d healed me. The Baumbel was my savior in all this.
I had to admit, for a big bad scary mountain monster, there was something… sweet about him, endearing.
Was I really thinking the Baumbel was cute? You know, when he was being all super sweet and cuddling and wasn’t going tri-face split to bite a head off and spit it out.
Watching him watching me, adjusting my hold on him so my arm was resting on his shoulder, taking a chance and curling my fingers over the back of his neck, my free hand lifted, hesitant. Biting my lip, I was just about to reach out and touch one of those glowing tendrils, see what it felt like, adjusting my grip on him with my legs to get a better reach, when a deep, clipped series of guttural churring sounds left him and he grumbled, “Baumbel.”
My hand shot back at the sound, wondering if he was rebuking me. “I’m sorry. Oh my god, I didn’t know,” I blurted, bringing my hand to my chest to cradle it between my breasts.
The action drew his gaze to my cleavage, of which the girls had not let up and were slowly starting to leak. Ripe coconuts the size of melons. Who’s thirsty? Ugh.
Softening his tone, rumbling softly in some beast speak, fast paced gibberish I had no hope of even trying to decipher, he leaned in. One of the hands moving to keep us afloat slid up my back slowly, testing its welcome. His forehead found mine, his tusks perilously close to my face, the ivory colored protrusions so large I could fit my face between them, touch his thick lips to mine, and still be comfortable. Green eyes found mine, held, as his hand slid up. My hips shifted as my heart rate instantly kicked up.
The jabbering gibberish never ended, a steady stream with that soothing tone as he smoothed a hand over one of my breasts, taking note of the fullness, milk leaking from the tip, and just as gently set it back down. Noting my wince, he brushed his chin along my hairline and then pulled back.
Grabbing onto the edge of the lip of the pool, he turned us and began to heft himself out. With a series of clicking noises in his throat, he had his beast pet creature hopping up to disappear. Once he’d cleared the pool, he pressed his hand tightly to my back and began shaking himself out like a wet dog. Along for the ride, a laugh burst out of me. It was just so damn weird it hit my funny bone.
Pausing, tentacle ear bulbs popping back out, I noted other little glow spots, like large freckles, cropping up on his large frame.
“That’s pretty cool,” I murmured, running my fingers over a glow spotted section near his bicep.
That deep, guttural churring started up. Much calmer as it cropped up this time, I glanced up at him and pressed my hand experimentally to his chest. One of my eyebrows arched and I cocked my head. “You’re… purring?”
He did it again, both of his hands going to my back to hold me to him easily. He seemed content to just hold the drippy haired, damp human. Beasties got friendly real quick up in here.
“I’m almost jealous,” I mumbled, smiling when he did it so long and loud the noise sent me tingling from head to toe.
“Baumbel,” he fairly barked at me.
Staring at him curiously, wondering what I was supposed to say to that, I tapped his chest. “Baumbel.”
Frowning, glancing between my boobs and my face, one of his hands slid from my back and he tapped my chest with a loud grunt. Tapping it too hard, and my butt not ready for the heavy thump to my sternum, I yelped, overcorrected, and tumbled to my side. Grip on him loosening as I flailed, I probably would have landed on my fool head if he hadn’t caught me.
“Oh- holy… night, let’s not do that again,” I spluttered.
Beast pet thing came back then, those funny orange rocks in its maw. Dumping them near a small bowl-like indent near the platform bed, the creature nudged them into it with its nose and took a few steps back. A burst of thick blue flame erupted from its mouth that had the rocks instantly producing heat.
A shiver traveled its way up my spine. I wasn’t sure if it was the cold in the air fighting the heat of the fire, or his pet had just freaked me out with the crisp you in seconds thing.
Misinterpreting my reaction, Baumbel strode closer to the room-like space. Grabbing a couple of pelts from his sleep pile, he dragged them close to the rock pit and then set them down. Kneeling, noting my hesitancy with his beast companion so close, Baumbel let out another series of clicks and the beaked creature hefted its huge frame from where it’d started to get cozy, muzzle lifting to sniff in my direction, and slunk back to its pelt and bone. If I didn’t know better, I’d say it was pouting.
The hand sliding down my shoulder brought my focus back to the Baumbel. “Hunman,” he tried again, then grunted, like he was prompting me for something. His other hand slid over my chest, one large hand spreading wide, spanning my breasts to settle over them. “Hunman,” he said, then grunted as if to prompt me.
Leaning over near the heated rock fire to wring my hair out, careful not to do so too close to his pelt, I wasn’t expecting the hand that came towards me, boldly reach out to touch my hair. Flinching, I made to jerk away but stopped myself. He wasn’t hurting me. He’d saved me. He seemed genuinely interested in helping me. I needed to remember that.
His churring whir started up. He was so close and doing it directly at me, tingles raced up my spine. Those warm and fuzzies moved on to tease elsewhere, sending gooseflesh pricking my skin for reasons of the still sensitive with the sexual needs not yet met, unfulfilled variety.
Watching me watching him, my eyes wide, gaze sharp, he started to lean forward, leaning in to gently brush the top of his head just under my jaw. When I stiffened but didn’t protest, his churring grew louder and his explorations grew bolder. A soft gasp left me as his mouth found purchase, lips teasing my collarbone to work his way farther south. My hands were clenching the fur beneath them as a thick tongue slid from between his thick lower lip and thinner upper and that wide appendage rasped over my breast. My sex clenched, thighs burning as I went to shove them shut automatically as if to hide the evidence of the direct affect his attentions were having on me, to find them blocked by the thick thighs already having found a home there.
His face nuzzled a little harder, as if to urge me to lie back. He nudged too hard and I flopped backwards, catching my weight on my elbows. The action shoved my chest forward, pressing the hardened bud he was tormenting towards his lips. When he latched on and hungrily sucked, a shriek of a squeak left me. My hands slapped to his head at that first drugging pull. This was nothing like a Krampus encounter. Baumbel was working my breast to appease a different kind of hunger than a Krampus’.
Glowing eyes found mine as he laved, gently lapped, nipped at the treat he’d found, full of hunger, carnal heat. My heart pounded, the place between my legs aching to be filled slick with want.