Chapter 9 #3
Kehl turned his head and nuzzled the side of my face. A soft, needy whimper croaked out of me.
“Mine,” he rumbled as he nuzzled his way down the side of my face.
When I thought he would have nuzzled further, headed for my neck, he pulled back.
“What’s- What’s wrong with me?” My teeth had begun to chatter. I was shaking, trembling horribly in place.
“Purr-roo Kehl mate,” he rumbled out in that all too familiar, matter of fact, beastman way.
“Mates,” I mumbled dazedly.
Kehl nodded and then bussed our noses.
“Huedmans keez.” His voice had gone even deeper, gravellier. I liked it. A lot.
“Yes,” I mumblingly agreed.
He was so close I caught a hint of something kind of herbal on his breath. Tea. “Kehl not know how keez.” A growl that to me felt like part frustration mixing with sexual arousal rent the air. Another buss of our noses and he growled out fiercely, “Keez.”
Taking my hands, he placed them on his shoulders, bumped our noses, then cupped my bottom and jerked me towards him.
Our mouths bumped, a smacking of teeth more than a kiss. He growled, a deep, louder version of Cy’s Let’s get sexy growl. My hands curled into his fur where he’d set them and I eagerly pressed my mouth to his.
Kehl froze at first, stiffening at the initial shock of it, then he pressed his lips back to mine. With a snarl of a growl, he pulled back just enough to dart his tongue out and taste my mouth. Capturing his tongue, I suckled the tip.
Kehl froze up again, then lifted me up, scrambling to grab at my legs, and crushed me to him.
A moan tore from my throat as he pressed his tongue more insistently into my mouth, urging me to suck his tongue right out of his head if it suited me.
The growling rumbles lifting his chest pushed him more firmly against me. We were moving but it didn’t register. Every part of me felt like it was on fire, alive with want.
“Mine,” he muttered, right before pressing me up against a cold, hard surface so his hands were free to roam freely.
Thick, furry hands slid inside the waist band of my pants.
“Seemcret pants,” he muttered as his fingers brushed the waistband of my underwear. “No rip. Kehl careful. Careful.” He groaned and growled out the words. I was pretty certain he wasn’t talking to me— more so coaching himself to be careful.
Secret pants?
“They’re the only pair I have. I’d like to keep them,” I muttered between deep, heated kisses.
“Kehl go slow. Be careful. No hurt my Purr-roo.” Pulling back, he shook himself out.
At my curious look, he grumbled something and then said in broken English, “Kehl not- Kehl-” Whatever he said he finished that thought in his native tongue.
“You not what?” I whispered. A horrifying thought hit me. He said we’re mates. Was he about to tell me he didn’t want to be but this crazy mate pull was doing him dirty?
“Mate-lust,” he grumbled out curtly. Nuzzling my throat as he tried to slide my pants down my thick hips, he made that soft, soothing sound, like he could smell the fear his words had instigated, the rush of adrenaline coursing through me worried I might be yet again making a mistake.
“Mate-lust? What is that?” There was something called mate-lust?
“Kehl no have it. Kehl not want hurt Purr-roo. Small. Soft.” Rumbling against my flesh, it took him a moment before he was able to gather himself and remove his face from where it was expertly teasing my overly sensitive flesh.
“Want female bad, too bad, hurt while mating, claiming. Accident. No mean to. Want mate too much. Not goot. Bad for huedmans mates.” Thick fingers slid down my bicep. “Have be careful.”
“You won’t hurt me.” I don’t know why I said it but it was true.
“Kehl not hurt my Purr-roo,” he agreed with a sex wetting purr. Nuzzling his way up my neck, back towards my face, he rumbled then growled, “Keez,” and captured my lips.
One long, deep, needy growl from him and I was clawing at him, panting, gasping, growling, muttering unintelligibly.
His groin pressed into the V of my thighs. He groaned as he began to grind into me. A thick finger jerked on the waistband of my pants, tugging their way towards the front.
It wasn’t really tugging them down that would be the issue. It would be getting them out of his way to stuff the monstrosity pressing intimately against me inside of me.
As if he too had come to a similar conclusion, he mumbled something in that growl-speak I didn’t understand, and then rip. One layer gone. Another tug and a heartier rip and my underwear was toast. Good-bye, secret pants.
I was too far gone to care, grabbing handfuls of fur, desperate to drag him closer to me.
“Want. Hurts. Want. Can’t… wait,” he growled out as he pulled away to reach down between us.
He wasn’t big. He was huge, and his foreskin was as furry as the rest of him.
I stared down between us as he pulled his furry foreskin back and exposed the pale, angry looking thickness bobbing between his legs.
That was not going to be a time trying to take all of him, it was going to be a whole assed experience.
“Kehl careful. Go slow,” he muttered as we watched together as he brought the tip of his throbbing member to my opening and pressed.
“Oh god.” He was hot, pulsing, and oh so thick. It felt like he was trying to brand me from the inside out.
“Not gawt. Kehl,” he panted out. His eyes looked like they were about to roll back in his head as he slowly pressed his advance.
I was already pulsing around him, throbbing in anticipation of every last inch of him sliding deep inside of me.
My legs started to tremble so hard I struggled to keep them wrapped around him.
Kehl snarled at the tight fit. He looked like he wanted to move faster, pulling out a little to press back in, gaining headway little by little, but held back.
“Kiss me,” I murmured.
When he didn’t immediately comply, I nuzzled the side of his face, nudging his hood off to the side to expose a misshapen stub for a nub of a pointy tipped ear, and I playful nipped the pointed end.
Kehl jerked, snarled, and his hold on me tightened.
More, the noise he’d made told me.
So I did, this time running my tongue along ravaged skin, then gently pressing my teeth into the side of his face.
“MINE!” he hissed, before letting out a growl so long and loud, my insides turned to mush and I started to come from that alone.
Kehl found his footing then, picking up his pace, moving faster, harder, deeper with every pussy pulsing thrust.
A change came over Kehl as he lost it completely, burying himself deep as one orgasm tipped over into another, his growling snarls egging it on, until he was full on fucking me hard into the wall, all thought of being careful with his soft mate gone, lost in the moment.
A sharp tearing sound pricked my ears. His hood sliced open and fell as thick horns sprouted on his forehead.
His face changed, thinning, sharp cheek bones prominent.
Glowing white eyes tipped in molasses found mine and held.
I wasn’t sure if he was aware it was even happening to him as he groaned, moaned, and growled his pleasure.
The roar he let loose as he found completion rattled his hut.
His release was hot but not intolerably so. Every time I thought he was finished he’d growl, sending my pussy spasming around him, and a fresh wave of heat would bathe my channel.
It was subtle at first, then grew, a faint but growing hit of peppermint.
By the time he’d slumped against me, growling contentedly into my neck, the smell of peppermint had all but overpowered everything else.
Reaching out, I slid my hand from his shoulder, up his bared neck, to smooth down the side of his face. “You good?”
Kehl let out a deep, rusty sounding rumble that told me he was doing really good.
Burying my face in his fur as he panted heavily, struggling for breath, I smiled against his heated skin.
When my horny lover finally caught his breath, he lifted his head. The look on his face was so happy, so tender.
I was deliriously caught up in the moment too. We probably looked like idiots, grinning like loons at each other. I didn’t care. This felt right, meant to be.
Kehl was that missing puzzle piece. He completed me.
His hand lifted and he went to brush the back of his hand down my face. Everything in the male stilled. He froze as his gaze caught on his hand. Had he injured it somehow? What was wrong.
Cupping his hand, I turned my face to kiss his palm and then nuzzle into it. He had long claws like this. Maybe I should be freaking out or something like he appeared to be, but was it all that far a stretch, knowing what I now know, that my mate couldn’t have a second form?
If the experiment had worked with the Grays, I’d have had three forms, human, Lepyr, and Lo denaii, none of the latter the real me if you asked me.
This was the real Kehl.
The antler-like horns, the dark claws, the white eyes tipped in molasses. He’d slipped into a shift mid coitus. That couldn’t be coincidental.
“What’s wrong?” I murmured as he gaped down at his heavily clawed fingers. He was a little less hairy in this form, patches of greyish white skin absent of fur. There was a deeper ring of grey fur around his shoulder area. It made him look dangerous but sexy, like a naughty Krampus.
I’d loved Krampus stories as a child. My dad liked to try and scare me into being good with them but it never worked.
Strange garbled noises left my freshly claimed mate.
Meeting his panicked gaze, I didn’t understand at all. Did he not know he could shift? Had he never done so before?
A shocked yelp left him as his hand clapped to his face and he began to feel around. More distressed noises left him.
Growl-speak mumbles started up, soft at first but growing.
He was absolutely freaking out.
When he would have stumbled back, our joined bodies, locked together tight, protested.