“Ack! What are you- Put me down!” Laughter rang out. “Any excuse to throw me over your shoulder and cart me off!” she spluttered out, laughter filling her voice.
“Yep,” he said simply as their voices faded into the distance.
Kehl sighed in relief. He sagged for about two minutes before he picked up the mantle for panicker of the hut. That was saying something considering he was now mated to me.
His hands lifted and he went to grab at the antlers sprouted out on his head. My grip on his neck slipped as his massive arms shot up, jostling me.
The action caused me to slip down, just enough my channel protested the attempted separation. My fingers caughtthe ring of fur thickest near his shoulders. I held on tight as I hissed at the strain and pain issuing from my nethers.
This was so not how I expected the after sex glow moments to go.
“Push out,” Kehl groaned. I had no idea if he was talking about the horns on the head situation or the penis locked in tight tug of war going on in my vagina.
“Kehl,” I gritted out as chunks of hair came away with my grip once more slipping. Was he just going to leave me like this while his hands flexed on the base of his horns?
Kehl let out a pained snarl and I heard loud, twin cracks.
Like magic, as if the antler-horn amalgamation, whatever they were actually called, had never been there, they popped clean off, no trace of them left behind as the indents where they’d been quickly closed up. Once more, he was Lo denaii looking Kehl, no Krampus like or devilish looking antler-horn mashup donning his head.
Even Kehl’s not so little friend seemed to get with the program, returning to his pale, veiny thickness, no more barber pole stripes going down his length peeking.
With a groan, he dropped the antler-horns and grabbed my hips, working himself out of me, slowly but surely, much the same way he had worked himself in there to begin with.
A worried noise caught in his throat as he eyed the glittering, peppermint scented essence that wet my inner thighs as he essentially uncorked me.
“Need- Need get all out,” he fretted, his gaze zeroing in on my sex.
“What?” I muttered, sure I hadn’t heard him right.
Dropping down, kneeling, he swiped his hand through his seed leaking out of me, spreading it across his fingers to lift it up to me, like I just wasn’t getting it. “Need get all out.”
“Are you nuts?” I spluttered, flustered. “Why?”
“No put bad baby in my Purr-roo.” He said this so calm as you please serious, I had to clench my hands to keep from whacking him one.
“What the hell do you mean, you have to get it outta me so you don’t give me a bad baby? Any baby I have, pal, is mine and it’ll be perfect however it comes shootin’ outta me!”
Instantly my mind went to my parents trying to ‘fix’ me. They’d loved me and thought they’d been trying to do what was best for me, but was it really?!
Kehl shook his head, his grip on my hips near to bruising. “No ‘stand. Kehl can’t leave in to make baby. Have to get all out. Purr-roo no want bad baby Kehl can make.”
“And what kinda baby is that, exactly?” I demanded to know. I was livid and it was leaking into my tone.
“Krampus.” He mumbled the word full of shame, like it was some great sin.
I wasn’t surprised to hear him say it, all things considered. I mean, he looked pretty close to something I’d imagined a Krampus would, if they were sexy as hell and peppermint baby batter flavored.
“You’re part Krampus,” I said slowly. I waited for him to nod to continue. “Did you not know this?”
“Kehl mama say Kehl bad baby. Krampus take Kehl mama, try to put baby in Kehl mama. Kehl mama has mates already. They not care Kehl maybe Krampus baby. Want any the ways. Kehl born…” Kehl hesitated, his hand coming up to run over a scar on his face. “Kehl mama no want baby. Kehl Da take Kehl, leave group, but Mama comes back, Kehl bigger, try to put Kehl in fire, say Kehl not goot, even Kehl look Lo denaii, smell Lo denaii, big, strong warrior Lo denaii. Mama tell Da, come back to group, she leave Kehl ‘lone.” A series of grunts left him before he managed to choke out, “Kehl’s mama right. Kehl bad.” Thickhands slapped to his chest. “Bad in here.” Shaking his head, he insisted, “Kehl not know.”
It would make sense, why he’d been so reluctant to take a mate after all of that.
“Look at me.” Cupping his face, I went to lean in and kiss him but he jerked away from me. The rejection hurt but I held firm. “Look at me,” I demanded, putting some grrr into it.
“She was wrong, your ma. I see a smart, caring, sweet beastman that makes me feel safe, loved, that every part of him feels right to me. There are no bad males here.” Tugging on his chin hair until he allowed me to yank his gaze back to meet mine, I assured him, “I liked it. Your Krampus side.” With a smile that said just how much, I bussed my nose with his. “It would make me over the moon happy to carry, birth, raise and love any little fuzzy being we created. It would be created from love, not a forced encounter.”
With a wounded noise, Kehl threw his arms up and shot up to pace. “No ‘stand!”
