“I’m sorry,” I babbled louder. “I’ll do whatever you want, even the freaking weird shit Ass Krampus and Behemoth Krampus wanted. I won’t say a word. Hell, I’ll give a shot at licking yours if you’re into that shit, I don’t care. Just don’t make me go back in there!” I felt like I’d cried all the tears I had in me at the moment, leaving me trembling where I grasped him tight, weak kneed, choking out the words.
A soft, sad sound warbled out of that massive chest. “Loo-me,” he garbled out. His hand raked over the top of my head, ruffling my hair. No goodbyes. I’ll take a pity keeping. I had no shame. It had gone out the window a Shnikel Krampus ago.
Fearing he meant to try and dislodge me to be rid of me, I tensed and clung so hard my arms burned. “Please keep me!” I cried out desperately.
It was completely and totally official, I was a nutter. I’d gone mad enough to actually want a mountain beast man creature to keep me.
This one. Just this one.
When I continued to act like the panicked woman that wanted to marry him after one good dicking and he just wanted off this coaster, maybe, he held perfectly still while I acted as crazy as I felt.
The longer this went on, the quicker I calmed, until I forced myself to unhook my person from him. If I made him really mad by refusing to leave, would he get mad enough to actually hurt me? Did I want to find out?
Pulling back, sniffling, my arms fell limply to my sides. Who was I kidding? I couldn’t live without a Krampus on the line to help a gal out, and Baumbel was showing a possessive side that told me if he did somehow decide I was worth holding, Krampus floozy ass and all, he wouldn’t appreciate my, erm, dicking around elsewhere, necessity or not.
No matter what, I was dead meat.
Clearing my throat, I craned my neck to meet his gaze. “I’m sorry.” I tried to meet his gaze, but, really, it felt like marching to the guillotine more than sucking it up and trying to be smart about all of this. “I’ll just… collect the furry idiot and go.”
Slowly maneuvering around him, careful not to make any sudden moves that might startle him, I’d just reached the wall Ded had been pinned to like a tacked note on a cork board when Baumb let out a deep rumble that had me freezing. Stepping back from where my hand was raised to grab Ded’s horn and give it a tug, the Krampus ignoring me in favor of glaring at Baumb off behind me, I slowly turned to face the Baumbel, swallowing thickly when he let loose an ugly growl.
“I was just getting him… I thought…”
Baumbels moved impossibly fast, like a Krampus with a turbo boost or something. One moment I was next to Ded, wondering just how I was going to get his ass down, the next I was scooped up, carried over to Baumb’s sleeping platform, and I had three hundred, four hundred, or perhaps more, pounds of churring, attentive Baumbel caging me in, atop me.
“Baumb,” I blurted, heart pounding so hard as other parts of me came rushing back online. As the panic fled, I was nearly vibrating in place.
“Loo-me Baumb,” he ground out gutturally as he lifted my hand, his jaw shifting so all three tongues could come out to play and rasped them over my hand. Placing my hand on his chest, over a little bud of a nipple on a fat pec, he picked my other hand up to give it the same treatment. That white and purple, curved hunk of Baumbel meat thickening between his legs began to slide free of its pouch. The slit that housed his sex parted as the head popped free, a pearl of cum beading at the pointed tip of the long slit at the end.
Wedging his thick thighs between mine, he rumbled in satisfaction, a purring whir kicking up as he studied my glistening sex. Holding my breath as he angled himself closer, until the fat, curved underside of his shaft, swelling as it drew near, brushed my clit, and then he began rubbing it along my sex. He waited until he had me good and worked up, a familiar growl sounding from not so far off along the wall beside us, to glance up with a glowing-eyed stare at Ded. Ded snarled, wild as he tried to free himself, but it was like Baumbel had rammed his horn into the wall good and the cursed male wasn’t going anywhere.
“You still want Lumi and Baumb?” I whispered, lifting my hand from where it was kneading Baumb’s chest to cup his cheek.
Unwilling to take his gaze away from the target of his ire as he let out a guttural noise and a whole mess of those odd glow spots cropping up on his body lit up, he pulled his hips back slowly. My breath left me in a sharp gasp as he dragged his cock along my aching slit to glide right back up. I was burning, on fire, the twinge of pain in my shoulder from Ded’s bite an afterthought as the Baumbel tortured me so deliciously, and all the while his gaze never left Ded’s.
“Miiiine,” Ded garbled out, the first clear words I’d ever heard him speak since his Krampus transformation.
Stiffening atop me, a low, guttural growl that shook the walls left Baumb. “MINE,” Baumb snarled out, pulling his hips back to notch the jewel tipped head of his cock at my entrance and slowly, so I sure as shit felt it and Ded got a front row seat to just whose I was, he wedged his thickening manhood into the entrance of my sex.
When Ded again countered with a declaration of his perceived ownership, Baumb glanced to me to find me staring after them wide-eyed. “I’m yours. Baumb’s,” I said quickly, ignoring the horrible noise Ded made at my answer, focused on what, whom, I wanted most. My hand petted my alien snow beast’s chest, the fingers of my hand at his face smoothing over the side of a tusked jaw. “Yours,” I repeated.
Turning to face me fully, my Baumbel keeper came when my hand slid up behind one of his oddly shaped ears and I gently tried to urge him down to me.
“Mine?” I asked, leaning in to buss my nose with his in an Eskimo kiss.
Grunting, his eyes fluttered and he shivered. He shifted, the action sending his cock pressing in farther, the stretch tight but I reveled in the bite. Baumb canted his head to the side as if he meant to try and nuzzle my face, but I grabbed his thick cheeks in my hands and jerked him to me, pressing my lips to his, mashing my face between two thick tusks, going for broke. I’d woo the pants off his furry ass, if that’s what it took.
His lips parted and my tongue ran along his impossibly thick lower lip. His mouth still tasted of the berries he’d tried to get me to try not so long ago. My tongue dipped into his mouth without thought to tangle briefly with his middle tongue. A soft moan left me as he pulled his hips back and quickly jerked them forward, eager to fill me.
Shuffling his large frame closer, until he was bent funny and huddled over me so he could press his advance without losing our connection, his tongue went searching out mine as he pulled his hips back and quickly slid back home.
Sucking his tongue as it slipped inside my mouth, I wasn’t expecting the sudden loud, trumpeting sound he let loose at the action. His cock jerked and a bright glowing had me squinting my eyes open as they started to close to gape at the thousands of tentacle like tendrils popping out of the glow spots lining his spine, neck, shoulders, arms, back, and as my gaze dipped to discover, along his groin. Four wet, wriggling tentacle like protrusion burst free of his crotch pocket, two curling up under the thick roundness wringing his cock as it fully surfaced, much larger than I recalled from our initial interlude, and two tentacle buddies writhing along the top of my sex, fluttering over where we were joined. Glowing blue dick tentacles. Bioluminescent junk was a new one for me. I certainly hadn’t spied those bad boys during our last romp. I’d apparently pissed the extra appendages right out of him. I struggled to decide if that was a good thing or not.
“Whoa,” I whispered, as the tentacles wrapped around his cock as he pulled out to the tip and began working the monster I’d just unleashed back inside me, lavender and cream swirled penis wrapped in tentacle feelers and all. A soft noise left me as he seated himself fully and his little surprise extra appendages pulsed to their own beat. As his hips pulled back and he began pumping inside me, those extra junk friends slid over my clit, our joined sex, dipping lower and behind but never going that far, others wriggling around on his co
ck as he changed my views on rutting, half pissed, furry mountain beasts forever.
This wasn't screwing, he was methodical, attentive. Baumb was making love to me, watching my face, studying my reactions, following along as my body told him what it liked. This was a claiming. My belly started to coil, tightening in that familiar sensation. I didn’t flinch or hesitate when he buried his face in my neck, his tusks pressing to my shoulder and cheek, and began nipping and licking his way to other places.
The bite marks from Ded, we both discovered as he laved the spot and I nearly jackknifed, shooting up, smacking my face on his tusk to writhe in earnest against him, gone wild with want as my sex began to clench around his length, proved especially sensitive. A sharp cry left me as he changed the angle he was working his cock into my channel, the tentacle encircling his girth pressing deep in that special spot, right as the glowing appendage writhing near my clit between us, wet with natural slick, began to flick over the swollen bud as if it was a tongue.
Hell, maybe that’s kind of what they were… Tentatongues? Junk tongues? Nope, sounded too weird, not even going to- “Baumb,” I burst out, odd thoughts interrupted as he shot up, gripping the furs on either side of my head, slamming home with a bone jarring thrust to bury himself deep. Throwing his head back, lower jaw splitting open into that tri-segmented madness, those odd glow spot extensions writhing around him flailing wildly, he roared his release. The sound was deafening, echoing throughout the mountain caverns.
Pressed deep inside me, I felt him climax, hot and pulsing. His cock jerked so hard I found myself dropping off that sweet precipice with him. One glance down at my stomach and a startled noise left me, even as I came so hard it hurt. My lower abdomen was glowing, familiar blue spots like the ones along his body lit up as his dick went nuclear. The glowing spread, until I realized the glow worm goop filling me and turning me Abominably radioactive was his seed.
It didn’t matter to me for more than a moment, his warmth filling me and along with it a strange, intense, blindingly strong orgasm that had me tensing up, clenching from the inside out until I was completely locked up. Wave after wave of euphoria consumed me, until one pleasurable climax after another rocketed through me. I came so hard my body convulsed and a scream lodged in my throat.
Baumb came down over me again then, his jaw still split open, inner teeth sharp, tusks fully bared. I was helpless to stop whatever came next.
Sharp, wide teeth clamped down on my shoulder, four sections full, top, and all three bottoms, burying deep over Ded’s mark.
Mouth opened in a silent shout, I trembled from head to toe as he began working his mouth and bright blue stuff, more glowing fluids, leaked from his upper jaw. My head was spinning, I was flying so high, I thought I might pass out. One of his tusks brushed my jaw. Leaning against it, I could see his blue mixing with my red, the pain I should be feeling right now notably absent, nothing but pleasure warming me. He could eat me alive right now and I was too stupid on Baumbel cock to do more than lay there uselessly.
When my eyes blinked open what felt like moments later, I glanced up at the male holding me, his fur soaked clean through, long legs kicking to keep us afloat in his small pool of glowing water.
“How long was I out?” I blurted. Grunting, lifting a shaky hand to my face, then over my shoulder, my fingertips brushed fat, bumped up nodules from where he’d sunk his chompers into me. Glancing at the spot, I gaped. “I’m glowing. Your marks are glowing.” One look down at my belly and there was still a faint glow. “I’m a glow worm,” I blurted. My gaze darted to Baumb, who seemed perfectly content, snuggling me to him, churring so loud the water stirred. “Is this permanent? Is it going to hurt me?” Lower, I whispered, “Can I die from this? What is this?” My fingers brushed the bite marks again. They lit up when a shiver instantly wracked me. Baumb let out a loud, happy noise. “Well, if that wasn’t telling,” I mumbled faintly.
“Mine,” Baumb rumbled out, leaning in to rub his chin along the top of my head, then, using his nose, nuzzled his way down until our noses bumped and rubbed. His whiskers twitched as they brushed me and we both shivered.
“So… you’re not mad at me anymore, then? Uhm… Baumb Loo-me?” I queried tentatively, biting my lip as he brushed his nose up one side of mine and right back down the other.
“Baumb Loo-me,” he purred, then closed his mouth over mine. And I mean purred. My body vibrated with it until my side, pressed up against him, was numb. His main tongue brushed the seam of my lips, searching, tasting. The action was sweet, curious. Just as fast as he’d begun to explore, he eased up. His happy purr was so loud the churring was a muted hum.
“Oh, look,” I said on a laugh, “your little friends have shot free to say hello.” Reaching out, I touched the tip of one of the glow spot feelers that slid free of its housing. The spade-like end wrapped around my finger, glowing brighter at the contact. My finger wiggled and it let go to retract.
A soft grunt, followed by muttering and a chuff, had me glancing up to the hooves smacking the cave wall unhappily. Another huff sounded.
Following my gaze, Baumb snorted. “Kraumpensuss,” he said with a note of disgust. “Mine Hunman. Baumb Loo-me.”
“Baumbel…” A familiar chuff sounded off behind us. “Bad. Bad.”
My eyes widened. Ded didn’t… That wasn’t.
“He just spoke,” I mumbled to Baumb. “Ded Krampus doesn’t actually talk.” Squirming until I was sitting up, I tried to peer closer to the pouting, from the sounds of it, Krampus wall ornament.
Baumb scowled and grunted. The Baumbel was unimpressed. “Mine,” he began to grumble, until his gaze was darting from the Krampus stuck on the wall to me. “Nawt Kraumpensuss. Nawt Ded Loo-me. Mine.”
“No. No,” I reassured him, shaking my head vehemently. “I’m yours. I’m so yours, Fluffy Stuff, I’m just- How is- I mean, why? And you? Where are the words coming from? Who has been playing hooked on beastly phonics with either of you?” One glance down at my person and I scowled. How? I didn’t… What had I done differently this time with Ded, or even Baumb? My hand went to my eyes. “My tears,” I whispered as I nearly poked my own eyeball out and it began to water at my finger’s proximity. “With Ded, he’d tasted my tears?” I guessed. What an odd thing to bring him around, though… Shnikel Krampus had been interested in the taste of my tears too and he’d come back from the brink. “What a weird thing to be the secret ingredient to unKrampus a beast,” I murmured. Could it really be that simple?
Ideas ran through my head, odd, silly ones. Could I cry enough to put it in their water and get them all to drink it? Smear some salty tears over meat and get them to eat it? Did it have to be fresh? Why my tears? Would any tears do? Did Krampus cry?
“No,” Baumb grunted out, interrupting my thoughts.
“Huh? Hmm? What?” I mumbled, dragged from wonderings.
“No,” he said again, more firmly.
“No what?” I blinked, staring at him.
“No,” he just kept saying, his voice growing flat.
“Um, okay,” I agreed, though to what I wasn’t sure, but somehow I had a weird feeling he was on to me. My suspicions grew, and along with it a sense for him, like his glow monster bite had aided me with some monster for a mate intuition I hadn’t been privy to before.
When he’d dried us both off, swaddling me in blankets to nestle me within the stack on the sleeping platform, stoked the warming rocks, and with a click at his monster pet with his tongues to keep watch over his female and captive while he got sustenance, he was off.
Staring after him in a strange, cared for, blissful feeling state, pampered for the first time since I’d been forced onto Mt Rock Candy of Doom, I felt truly safe and content.
Wait, I blinked, sometime later when I stood and went to collect the carved, tall bowls we used for cups he’d made with a rock he’d sharpened like a knife, how did I know he was on his way back with food? How did I know what he told… How did I know how he’d made
his bowl-cups, or about Yule ti, his pet companion? That he was coming right back? That he was off for a hunt? He hadn’t actually said a single word but for his churring stuff and some feeler wiggles. The male had been all kiss me with them tongues and tease the female. His strange love of my laugh, that he enjoyed even if it made him want to curl his ears in, and- It all just… it came to me. Pop, it was just there. My hands slapped to my cheeks. “How do I know all this?” I burst out.
Yule ti, whose name I should not know, cocked her head and gave me a funny look. I had no cave worms for her, her favorite treat, but I was sure Baumb, as he thought of himself, not actually ever having had a name before but for Baumbel, as the Krampussen- “Gah!” A garbled noise left me. “He’s in my head?!” Falling back against the bedding, I threw the pelts warming me over my head.
Ded let out a lewd growl as my lower half was exposed, chilly air kissing it.
“Shut up, perv,” I grumbled from my pelt hideaway, then gasped. Shooting up, my gaze darted to the Krampus and I blinked. “How did I know that was a lewd growl over any other? How do I speak monster now?” My hands went to the marks from Baumb on my shoulder. It had done something to me, connected us, joined us, some kind of… I didn’t know what.
Ded made a noise that said he’d like me to come over there and just try and shut him up. His bright blue gaze kept going to my breasts, already filled again and aching.
Glaring as he sulked, curling his lip at me sullenly as he watched me, he scoffed as I reached around the bedding in search of something to chuck at him.
Blue eyes. I stilled at the thought. “Ded, what’s my name? Who am I? Who are you?” Standing, wrapping a thick pelt around me, I hopped off the bed and waddled in my pelt pile closer to him. “No. No,” my hand lifted in a wave to disappear beneath the pelts again, “that’s too easy. Let’s try something else. What did you offer me on the way here?”
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