I’m Krampus. Punishment is my love language.
The thought only makes me harder. How long will Candy want me to earn her forgiveness? How long will she ignore my weeping cock until I’ve earned her touch?
It makes me work harder, the two sides of my tongue flicking against her clit.
Mortem is kissing her neck, whispering things in her ear that I, unfortunately, can’t hear. My knees are aching on the cold, hard floor, and I lose myself in all the sensations.
I couldn’t care less about anyone at this party witnessing my subservience. In fact, I bask in it.
I’d spend every moment on my knees for Candy, whatever it takes to prove that I’m all in, that I belong to her now. I supposepart of me has belonged to her since we met, but I couldn’t give her everything. Now that there’s nothing holding me back, I plan on giving her everything I have.
I grab Mortem by the back of the thigh, his body then pushing Candy’s further against my face.
Her thighs are trembling.
“Good girl. Are you going to make a mess of his face? Show everyone here who he belongs to?” Mortem makes Candy and me moan in unison, and I slide two fingers deep inside of her.
I increase my pace and curl my fingers, reaching that soft spot that I know will have her finishing quickly.
Her pussy grips my fingers as Candy shouts, a gush of fluid hitting my mouth and trailing down my chin. I don’t stop for a second, and neither one of them releases my horns, keeping me in place.
I drink her sweet taste down even as she soaks my face and suit in her cum.
Only when she’s a trembling mess does she push me away by the horns. I sit there on my heels, glancing up at her perfect face—and Mortem’s too.
I grin wickedly, and Candy uses the back of her hand to cool her flushed face.
“Um. Perhaps we should take this back to my place?” Candy sugguests, trying to pinch her dress together for modesty.
“As long as you feel I’ve earned it,” I say, not wiping my face.
Mortem removes his suit jacket and places it over Candy. With their size difference, it hits her mid-thigh. Her dress is hanging on by a few threads, so I transform my claw and cut the rest off so she can walk better.
“My place isn’t far,” Candy says.
I just stay on my knees, smiling up at her. She’s perfect, a goddess in her own right, and maybe she hasn’t forgiven me completely, but this is something.
This is the start of a new life, and I couldn’t be more eager to find out what happens next.
Iwalk down the pink cobble-stoned path in Cupidale toward my apartment building. Both Krampus and Mortem take in the sparkling night of my realm while I have an internal breakdown.
What if they change their mind? What if I go all the way with them, making my feelings deeper than they are now only for them to leave again?
They’ve been sweet tonight. In their own way, they are both showing me that they want this, that they want me. But I can’t help this lingering fear. I felt so confident all those nights ago about our connection. I just don’t want to get hurt again. Because after tonight, if they change their mind I’m not sure I’d ever come back from this.
I hold Mortem’s jacket tight against my skin. It’s not cold in Cupidale, it’s almost always a perfect low 70s temperature.
“Do you wish to do something else, Candy?” Mortem asks, and I startle slightly. I was so in my own head until he spoke.
The truth is my apartment isn’t anything special. I spend way too much time over at the Head Cupid’s mansion. God, I’m probably such a burden for them to have over there. They just want to do cute throuple things and here comesCandy, organizing their pantry and folding their clothes for the millionth time.
I swallow and look at the two men, who are sharing a look I can’t decipher.
“You could get changed and I could take you both to the North Pole?” Krampus offers.
“Really?” I ask.
“Of course, there are no expectations for tonight. You’re in charge.”
