Kehl’s head dipped, thick hand splaying over my abdomen pinning me in place, and his tongue, extra long and forked in his Krampus form, swiped across my lower belly.
“Oh god.” My body jolted and a loud moan escaped me. If he wasn’t holding me down I’d have shot right up off the table and smacked right into him at the first swipe.
Lower, and lower he moved, tugging my pants down my legs as he worked.Eat Purr-roo’s fruit.He kept muttering that over and over like a weird little mantra.
It was on the tip of my tongue to ask him exactly what he meant by that, considering the meaning I’d intended.
Pants slipping free to drop wherever on the floor, the hand on my abdomen slid down my body, a growl escaping him when it dipped further, gliding over my clit, then my already glistening slit, he gripped my thighs, pinning them open to him, and dipped his head to lave me with the kind of particular attentions that answered that burning interpretive question right quick.
He paid special attention to that throbbing nub before dipping lower. That fat appendage tormenting me so teased at my entrance, slipped just the tip deep, before he went for broke and his thick, flicking tongue slid deep. “Oh god!”
I jackknifed then. The only thing holding me in place was those thick, clawed fingers digging into my flesh. My arms shot out, fingers scrambling for purchase.
Those crazy horn-antlers protruding from his head were the closest thing to me. I grabbed on and held on as he took me for a wild ride.
“OH GOD!” That was about the only thing I was capable of expressing at the moment, unless moaning counted.
Kehl growled against my sex, the vibrations that something extra that quickly sent me over. I knew he came as I crested, the growl he let loose, the way he began to jerk suddenly, that familiar peppermint-y scent filling the room.
With a snarl loud enough to rattle the rafters, Kehl pulled back.
I would have immediately followed after but then he lifted up over me, jerking me into his arms, and then he was there, pressing hotly against me, the underside of his strange looking length pressing against my slit, and began to move.
“Mine,” he snarled as he began pumping his shaft along my aching slit and still throbbing clit.
My fingers buried in the thick patches of fur on his shoulders and my nails dug into the flesh hidden below hard enough I was sure I’d left marks behind. Just being with him like this felt amazing.
Dipping to nuzzle his throat, the urge to bite him, mark him up good, claim him, make him mine in a way that anyone who looked at him would see that scar and know hit me. And yet a part of me, something held me back.
As if sensing my reticence, Kehl stopped cold and pulled back.
My throat worked and I blinked rapidly as my eyes began to water. “I- I want you. All of you.” My voice was hoarse, throat gone drier than dust. “I needyou.”
My fingers, digging into his neck, tightened.
Kehl stared down at me for the longest moment, so long I fully expected him to withdraw.
Instead, he started to make a soft sound, like a gruff but soothing, chittering purr.
Slipping my hands free from where they had a death grip on his shoulders, I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my face to his chest. “Stubborn, pig headed jerk. Why can’t youjust let me love you?” Tears tracked down my face, wetting his fur. My grip tightened on him until he let out a surprised grunt. With a little growl, I informed him, “Send another male after me in your stead ever again and I’ll bite your fruit right off.”
The low chuffing noise that rattled his chest told me he not only understood exactly what I meant but found my empty threat amusing.
God, he smelled so good. With a groan, I buried my face in the fur on his chest and nuzzled the spot. The noises that erupted from Kehl told me he liked what I was doing.
Thinking about what he’d just done for me, I pulled back to stare at him.
Kehl made an unhappy noise, his eyes closed, good feels shivers wracking his frame. At my withdrawal, his eyes shot open and those sharper features of his looked downright sinister as he narrowed that sharp gaze on me and growled unhappily. It was the closest to aWhat gives?a beast has ever gifted me.
“My turn,” I returned happily.
Kehl’s scowl slipped into a frown. He wasn’t quite comprehending.
Nudging him back, until he was standing a short distance from the table, his brow furrowed as I dipped down to kneel at his feet.
His dick looked like one of those unicorn horn spiraled lollipops, a very thick, red and white Christmas-y striped, peppermint scented, barber pole edition.
Slipping my fingers around the base of him, an action that caused him to growl in a way that told me he was surprised but thoroughly approved, and then I leaned in and wrapped my lips around that massive candy cane for a taste.
