He looked about two seconds away from having a total breakdown.
“I understand your mother hurt you, deeply, and you’ve carried that with you all these years, thinking what if something is wrong with me, what if she’s right? Well, she’s fucking wrong! Do you hear me?”
“Purr-roo hear Kehl?!”
He didn’t snap it at me, he roared it in anguish.
I’d admit that one pinched my feelings a bit.
Gathering up my ruined pants scraps, I wrapped my blanket from Cy around me and made for the door.
“Where going?” he blurted, alarmed.
“I’m leaving. You aren’t in the mood to talk and I’m giving you space. What does it look like?” I returned.
“Can’t leave,” he croaked out hoarsely.
I turned then. “Why not?”
“Khel has to reedmove seed. Can’t leave in my Purr-roo. Kehl won’t put bad baby in Purr-roo.”
“Call my as of yet created child bad one more time and I’m sending my fist right into your kisser!” I threatened.
Kehl’s throat worked. He looked as lost and miserable as I felt.
Staring up at him, lips pursed, eyes narrowed, I muttered, “Here’s the deal. You remove your seed, you let me leave. We never speak another word of this. I stay, we cuddle and eat mega pancakes and scrambled eggs, see where it leads. It’s your choice.”
Kehl nodded like he understood but then kneeled, waiting for me to lift my leg for him so he could slip it over his shoulder, make all of this easier for him.
Dropping my things at my feet, I made my way over to his bed and bent over it.
Kehl growled, that sexy, husky sound that really turned me on.
My heart broke a little as he spread my legs and buried his face in my sex, his tongue diving deep to try and remove any evidence of him having been inside of me in his Krampus form.
As much as I hated him for it in that moment, it felt good. Too good. He snarled at the taste of us, eating me out like he was starved. My hips rocked into his face, chasing the sensations building deep inside of me. I came once, twice, collapsed on the bed after the third. Still, he didn’t let up.
By the time he felt he’d accomplished what he’d set out to do, I was admittedly a little sore, still throbbing in the aftermath.
Despite my wobbly knees, I stood, tugged my hoodie down as far as I could, walked to the door to pick my things up, tried the knob to find it locked, and motioned for him to let me out.
Kehl was still flopped to his ass on the floor, a puddle of his own multiple releases painting his furry thighs, pooling beneath him.
Kehl found his feet and stumbled his way over.
I was fighting tears as he unlocked the door and went so far as to open it for me.
With Cy’s fur wrapped around me, offering me some semblance of decency, I rushed out, right into the middle of a blizzarding wonderland. I didn’t care. I kept walking.
“Wait for Kehl. Purr-roo! Kehl show,” he called out to me, but I just kept walking.
No actual destination in mind, I just needed to get away from him, and fast.
The first furred male I ran into, nearly running right into them, I blurted, “Could you show me the way to the females’ huts?”
A thick arm lifted and the male pointed a bit more to the left than I’d been going.
“Thank you,” I mumbled as I rushed past.
