A garbled shout left me as my Baumbel got to work making a meal out of his mate. A thick tongue wedged its way into my sex, the two tongues alongside the middle one curling to glide upward with every thrust of the middle one. The two side tongues met as the main one drove deep into my channel, kissing my clit with every sweeping pass. My hands fisted the sheets and I bit my lip until it hurt. My toes curled, legs shaking as he teased me all the way to the edge to slowly bring me back down, then drive me wild again.
“Baumb! Please!” I pleaded, grunting in defeat when I came and he wrung it out of me, refusing to give me what I wanted, what I knew he knew I’d been begging for.
When I fell limply against him, he pulled back, tusks slipping from beneath me, to stand. His jaw remained segmented as he stood over me. His face was set, hard, about as hard at the fat erection waving in the air, tentatongues out on display. I got the feeling he was hiding something from me somehow through our connection but was lost as to figure that out. That noise he made with his cheeks started up, his cock receding back into its cock hole, har-har, and he turned to make that sound at an eardrum shattering decibel towards where Yule sat pecking at the dripping bag of meat. Following where his gaze went, I sat up on my elbows. I didn't understand.
Yule quit pecking at the bag, following her companion’s gaze.
“Baumb?” I asked, tempted to drag the pelts over me as a chill threatened to overwhelm me.
Baumb turned to frown down at me. His gaze strayed to the prickles on my arms, where those cat-like eyes stayed for some time.
“What’s wrong? Baumb?” Suddenly self-conscious, I went to drag the pelt over me, to get growled at for it. “Okay,” my hands flopped back down and I plopped backwards, “I’m cool with freezing to death. Whatever you want, big guy. You’re the man in charge... obviously. I’m just the… human on display. Don’t mind me.”
Closing my eyes, I tried to think warm thoughts. Lying there with my legs dangling off the edge of the bed wasn’t particularly fun, but if it kept me from getting yelled at… I gave a mental shrug, wondering when I’d become the afraid to be kicked to the curb, beaten little woman. Not that he beat me, mind you, but I was acting afraid to fart in his presence, and that did not a good mating make. It was still better than being a Krampus’ doorknob.
He was still making that noise, which was awkward and disconcerting. What had I done now?
Helplessness threatened to consume me. I’d never understand any of this, never get any of it right. Baumb shifted closer. Cracking an eyelid open to find him looming over me, he snatched up the ends of the pelt beneath me and wrapped my upper body in it like a furry blanket burrito. Frowning, I just laid there and watched, compliant and a little confused.
“Can we finish sexing it up first?” I mumbled uncertainly. Or was that off the table now because I was somehow an asshole mate person, or Ded was an asshole Krampus...Krampen? Kraumpenssus?
Taking another pelt, he wrapped it around my lower half and picked me up to set me on the middle of the bed. Climbing in after me, he settled his jaw back into place and curled himself around me protectively. Resting his chin atop my head, a long, loose skin at his neck filling hiss left him.
Freeing one of my hands, I slid it over his to cup it. A forlorn noise left him as my cool skin, even bundled up as I was, pressed into the warmth of his. “I don’t know what I did, but I’m sorry,” I said quietly. “I guess I just wish I understood you better.”
The noise he made was even sadder than the first and didn’t really translate.
“I wish you didn’t hide from me,” I whispered, staring down at our hands.
A series of grunts left the Baumbel and he stood. Lumbering over to the fire, his back to me, he beckoned Yule ti to get it roaring again. Once done with that, he kept his back to me as he began taking the meat chunks from his bag to stab them onto sticks and set them over the blue flames to roast.
Right. Okee dokee then.
Feeling slightly rejected and confused as to what the hell was going on, I dragged the pelt swaddling me over my head to sit here in silence and not do anything else to otherwise aggravate the male.
I was drowsy, drifting off for some time, when I felt a hand at my shoulder and the blanket was gently lifted off my head. The smell of roasted meat tickled my nose as my eyes slid open. Rubbing my eyes, I went to sit up, mumbling that I was awake, to find myself dragged into my mate’s lap and enveloped in a huge bear hug. Someone was full of apology type feelings as they cuddled me to them and garbled out gibberish. Maybe my words were gibberish to him too but he was better at reading me?
The smell of roasted meat was so close I could taste it. My belly growled angrily as I licked my lips. “That smells wonderful,” I whispered, wanting to sit up but hesitating to peer up at him questioningly.
The saddest noise I’d ever heard from the male left Baumb and he reached up to scratch at his ear. “Lumi?” he rumbled out softly, then brought his fingers to his lips. His gaze was drawn to my exposed shoulder as the pelt slipped. It was freaking cold, even with the fire and the pelts. “Lumi.” Nuzzling the spot, he pressed a sweet kiss there and tucked the pelt back up over me until I was once more swaddled.
“I can’t eat like this,” I pointed out, raising my eyebrows at him.
Shifting, a cup bowl of meat beside him coming into view, he extended his claws, stabbing a piece of meat with one, and carefully brought it over to me to hold it out to me.
“Oh. Don’t know what I did to deserve special treatment but I could get used to this.” When I went to pluck the meat from his talon-like extended claw, his hand pulled back and he slowly shook his head, as he’d seen me shake mine at him plenty of times. “No?” I asked, confused and at a loss.
“Baumb Lumi,” he said, and held the offered bit out, bringing it to my lips.
Shrugging, I leaned in and took a bite. Chewing and swallowing, I glanced up at him to find him watching me concernedly. “Uh, thank you,” I mumbled, trying not to frown along with him. That Krampus cream filling only stretched so far and those pleasant warming effects didn’t last as long as I’d like.
“Lumi Baumb?” he asked suddenly, his heavy brow crinkling as he glanced from me to somewhere beyond the maze of the caverns catacombs. Unease slithered through him. I held back a shiver at the chill in the air, the winds howling through the caverns chafing my cheeks. My nose was feeling as dry as my face with this wintery wonderscape. Nose slightly stuffed up, I was slowly beginning to experience those lovely, constant cold weather drawbacks.
“Lumi Baumb,” I assured him as that tickle in my nose started up. Damn. This really was having some fun with me today. Wriggling my nose, I could feel it as it built, until I cupped a hand over my nose and mouth and a sneeze slipped free.
Baumb jumped like I’d just goosed him. As one sneeze turned into a stream of them, prone to that sort of chain sneeze reaction, I shook my head out, wriggling my nose when it was all over, to glance up and find my snow beast alien mate gaping down at me.
Baumb grunted as I eyed him curiously. Leaning in, he sniffed at me, chuffed, grunted, and leaned back.
With a huff, I laughed. “Well, thanks, sweetie,” I teased on a chuckle. When my mouth opened and a laugh came out at the tense look on his whiskered mug, like he was waiting for another sneeze bomb to go off, I went to reach out and offer him a comforting pet but he grumbled something, shook his head, and tucked my hand back into the blankets.