“Loo-me Baumb.” Ah, and there was my purring lothario. Scooping me up, he got one look at me, translucent, almost light blue man funk gunking up my person, and began walking back to that water tunnelway to presumably dunk our asses into it.
I wasn’t objecting. He was a big guy and I was feeling that soreness from slamming down on him and then taking him twice. Little, he just was not. Plus, the water was comfortably warm.
“Can we at least go once more when we’re done?” I asked, though I hadn’t expected an answer.
When he looked at me and stared, I shrugged sheepishly. “I’m sorry, I’m a greedy bitch.”
“Loo-me,” he rumbled.
Maybe he could understand, partially or wholly, I wasn’t a hundred percent sure yet.
“Sorry, yes, Lumi the greedy bitch.” And because he liked the phrase so much and I was angling for one more round. “Lumi-Baumb?”
“Lumi-Baumb,” he rumbled so loud my ears rang.
His toes curled around the edge of the lip of the pool. Crouching there, our bodies still joined, he buried his face in my nape with a growl, one arm banding around my upper back tight, the other grabbing the lip of the pool, and began to pump up into me. My hips shifted, trying to chase the feeling. I was tender but my body reacted instantly. A deep growl that rolled through me left him as I tried to use my feet to leverage myself up to drop back down.
When our efforts culminated, we were both crying out, bodies shaking, rhythm off as we sloppily, eagerly fucked our way into the next climax. My mouth sought out his, mashing my lips to his, swallowing up the loud groan he let loose. He froze, even as his cock continued to jerk deep inside me, as I practically mauled the poor beast’s face.
By the time I came to my senses he was panting, clutching at me to release me and then clutch me to him again. Poor Baumb boy didn’t know what the hell he was doing, or what to make of what I was doing to him but for the fact that he liked it. The little noises he was making, the soft gasps he let loose, attested to that. When I pulled back and looked to him dazedly, his breathing was hard, labored. His main tongue slid between his lips as if to taste the weird human he’d bedded’s kisses.
“You like that, Baumb-baby?” I teased, grinning to lean in. “Keep me around and there’ll be plenty more where that came from.” It was a half tease, because the segment mouthed menace was nothing like I’d feared he’d be. If a bit rough around the edges, he was practically a teddy bear. One that could bite someone’s head off...
His hand lifted, pressing to his lips. Tugging his fingers away, I kissed the spot. My grin returned as he licked his lips again and then made a demanding noise. His fingers pressed to his mouth again when I did nothing, another demanding noise, and he waited.
Again, I removed his hand and dutifully placed a kiss there, making a loud smacking noise as I planted one on him. His happy rumble grew.
He kept this up, his lips tipping up at the corners until his eyes smiled. The male soon had me chortling my butt off with his antics, until my stomach let out a loud gurgle and I began to shiver sitting here in the cold.
Hefting us up, loath to separate our joined persons, he stood, dick deep buried lover and all, and leapt high into the air, so high I couldn't watch but, boy, did I feel it, grinning a sharp toothed grin when I shrieked, clamping down around him in every way imaginable. A million little glow spots on his body lit up as I shouted a few unkind things at the male in our descent. My shrieks gurgled beneath the water as we kissed hot liquid and then dropped.
Kicking up, he had us back to the surface in no time. Gasping, sputtering, slapping at him as he let out a soft chuckle of a rumble, I spluttered, “Dick!”
With a look that said the man was a total menace and knew exactly what I was saying, he pinned me to the lip of the pool and showed me exactly what a dick was and what it was capable of.
By the time he’d dragged my carcass from the pool, I was a puddle of melted goo. I barely recalled drying off or eating, though I knew I had. One moment I was cold, the next my belly was full, I was wrapped in pelts, and I had a walking heater at my back with his thick arms and legs curling around me, softly snoring over my head.
Silently pleading to whomever need be that he’d decide I was worth keeping, I’d quickly drifted off to sleep.
Baumb was totally the bomb.
Chapter 15
“Do You Hear What I Hear?” was stuck in my head on repeat as I heard that first snuffling, shuffling noise. Glancing over my shoulder, muffling the noise I wanted to let out as I hunched over the enormous cup Baumbel, Baumb, whose name was most likely quite literally his species and I just couldn’t wrap my head around that—why didn’t he have a name?—had given me. It had been brimming with what I took as bone broth from the way he’d gestured to the snow, the heat source, and then drew a picture of one of the animals Shnikel used to bring back meat and pelts from. I was starved, it was piping hot, and that was a good enough explanation for me.
The warmth of the broth that had filled me then had long ago dissipated, leaving the cold and hunger to slowly gnaw at me again. Toes cold, shivering even with the pelt I’d pilfered from the stack on the bed as I’d quietly slipped from it to take care of some pressing needs, I’d finished that, collected the broth cup, and was attempting to and failing at trying to manually drain the fun bags when the noises started.
Another wince left me. God. Why did it look so easy when a Krampus’ ass was doing it? Was there a manual release mechanism, safety feature, Krampus approved boob fillage blocker that made it harder somehow for their puny milk bag managers for humans to drain the stores? It felt like my tit was going to fall off working my breast with my fingers. There was a trick to it, I just hadn’t mastered it yet.
A peek over my shoulder at my new bed buddy had me pausing to contemplate waking him and seeking out an assist, but the beast man had to have been positively beat to pass out the way he had. Baumbel was… I liked the guy, strange as that was for me. He was the beastliest of the bunch, and yet he really wasn’t. He was… Baumbel was unique, one of a kind. I doubted I’d ever encounter another like him. He was soft and sweet to me. I felt safe and cared for with the big guy. His bark had bite, bite your head right off, but he’d never turned it on me. In the same turn, a sense of protectiveness toward him had suffused me. Me, the tiny human milk bag, wanted to protect the giant of a snow beast.
Why the hell else hadn’t I woken him up and entreated him to give a gal a hand?
Because Baumbel didn’t seek the girls out for sustenance. He did it as an act towards me, for me, and the way he did it… A shudder wracked me, followed by a tingles in all the right places kind of shiver. With the expiration date for my birth control soon drawing near, just on the horizon—I knew it in my gut—I’d be knocked up with the Cassanova of snow beast’s monster babies in no time. Honestly, from him, there was a part of me that would welcome trying.
A slow smile started to spread across my face. I’ve totally lost my mind. I’ve completely and utterly lost it. What was I talking about babies and such for? Just barely met the male, spent a wild and wooly night with him and I’m sounding like Abominable bride bells are ringing? Another wince left me as I worked my left breast for a few measly squeezes of breast milk, followed up with a cringe as a certain fuzzy lined tan and brown face intruded into my thoughts. Shnikel. My smile fell.