I’m smug about it as I get off the sleigh.
Candy pets one of the horses and kisses its nose before stepping away.
“Merry Christmas,” Calanis says then disappears along with the sleigh.
Suddenly, Candy seems a little overwhelmed as she looks between Mortem and me.
“We should get back to the party,” she says.
I glance over at Mortem, both of us confused by her nerves as we follow her back into the building.
It seems that in typical cupid fashion things have progressed into a sexual nature as the night has gone on.
“Oh, well. Right, I almost forgot it was a cupid party,” Candy says, her voice full of doubt.
I glance up above Candy.
“Mistletoe,” I say out loud, and Candy and Mortem glance up.
“Oh,” Candy says. “I don’t know?—”
I think back to everything Calanis and the cupid Love have said about groveling. I’m not sure what comes over me as I fall to my knees in the most literal example of it.
“Candy, darling, I don’t need to kiss the lips on your mouth, not if you’re not ready,” I say as her cheeks heat. “Mortem, be a dear and make sure our cupid doesn’t fall over.”
He doesn’t hesitate, standing behind Candy, pushing her hair to one shoulder.
“Would here be a good place to kiss you, little cupid?” he says, dragging his fingertip along her exposed collarbone.
Her perfect pink flesh pebbles with excitement as Mortem leans forward and kisses her skin. She rests her head on his shoulder as she glances down at me with heavy-lidded eyes.
I grip her sparkly dress at the hem, sliding it ever so slowly, my knuckles dragging against her calves.
“What do you think, Candy, darling?” I ask, shifting the dress up inch by inch. “Should I push your dress up past your hips and lavish your cunt? It seems like the most glorious use of a mistletoe,” I tell her.
She licks her full lips and nods before grabbing one of my horns. But as I go to push the dress over her sexy, full hips, the fabric doesn’t give.
“How attached are you to this dress?” I ask.
“I’ll acquire you new dresses,” Mortem says, his eyes dark as he fondles Candy from behind. His eyes, however, are glancing down hungrily at me on my knees.
“It can go,” Candy pants out, and I smile.
I hold her dress with one hand and hold out my other as it transforms into claw-like talons. Candy gasps, but she doesn’t look afraid as I hook my one claw under her dress, dragging the blunt side against her smooth flesh. The dress rips with a heady sound of promise.
“No panties? Did you know you wouldn’t be needing them tonight, sweet Candy?” I ask, kissing her thigh, loving the way she’s slightly shaking against the touch. Mortem holds her steady, his arm braced under her full breasts. “Did you know when I saw you again I’d be on my knees, begging for forgiveness?”
I drag my claw gently against her thigh and she shivers. I smile before dragging the blunt side over her clit and pulling away, admiring the shine of her wetness that sparkles from the lighting in the venue.
Mortem and Candy watch as I transform my tongue, long and forked, slipping it out of my mouth to clean her essence off my claw.
Candy’s lips part as I shift my hand back, maintaining a firm grip on her thighs. My monstrous tongue swipes her cunt from entrance to clit, and I savor every inch. She tastes sweet—no surprise there. I knew she would. Like a forbidden delicacy that I don’t deserve but am going to devour anyway.
Her small hands grip my horns as my tongue licks her clean. Candy grinds on Mortem, and he shocks me by placing his hand over hers on my horn, pushing me closer to her sweet pussy.
“Is he a good kisser, little cupid?” Mortem asks, roughly moving me by my horns.
My cock is stiff in my pants, and all I want to do is stroke myself while I inhale every drop of cum Candy gives me. But I haven’t earned it. Part of the fun is waiting.
