I can be that person. It won’t be easy, but this is a simple start, one that I can handle.
My other hand glides down her body, grabbing her ass in her cute silky pajamas. Her lips part against mine and she moans softly at the touch.
Fuck, hearing that sound slip out of her nearly has me rattled. The dark part of me wants to flip her over on Krampus’ couch and fuck her roughly from behind.
But I won’t, not until it’s on Candy’s terms. I want her to trust me, and believe in me, just as much as I want to believe in myself.
Candy cups the sides of my face as her ass grinds on my lap, and funnily enough, I don’t bother stifling my noises of pleasure. She seems to enjoy the way she affects me just as much as I adore the little sounds I pull from her.
“I see your chat went well,” Krampus says behind us, drying off his dirty blond hair, another towel wrapped around his waist.
You wouldn’t think he lived in the North Pole with how sun-kissed his skin looks, or the slight highlights around the base of his horns. In fact, you wouldn’t even suspect he was a monster, if it weren’t for his horns, or the fact he partially transformed while going down on Candy earlier tonight.
Candy clears her throat, ogling the half-naked attractive man-beast.
“Did you open your gift yet?” Krampus asks.
“Oh, I almost forgot about it.”
I glare at Krampus while Candy is facing his direction, and he just gives me a beaming smile.
What a cock-blocking motherfucker.
I grasp Candy’s hips, helping her off my lap as she tucks her legs under herself and unwraps the present. Krampus leans against the wall, smiling as he watches her open a gift he didn’t even give. This must be some freakish custom I don’t understand.
Once Candy has the paper torn to shreds, she opens the lid of the box. A loud squeak escapes her as she quickly puts the lid back on.
“Don’t be shy, what is it?” Krampus says.
“Oh, nothing. Nothing to see here. Uh. We will just put this back under the tree and I’ll take it home with me.”
Irritation floods me. What did that bastard Gloom get her that has her this embarrassed?
It might not be the right move, especially when I’m trying to earn her affections. But I can’t help myself as I grab the lid of the box and toss it into the flaming hearth.
My lips part as I take in the objects inside of the supposed gift.
“I’m going to kill him,” I mutter.
“No. No. He’s my best friend. You can’t kill him. This is a very cupid-like gift. In fact, there are exactly three sex shops per square mile in Cupidale. We’re very open there. Please, it was all in good fun.” Candy pleads for Gloom’s life as I pull out the first item.
It’s a butt plug shaped like a red Christmas light bulb. The one following that is shaped like a Christmas tree, with a dull tip. There’s a candy cane shaped dildo, four nipple clamps shaped like wreaths, a vibrator shaped like an Amaryllis, and of course a lube called Christmas Cheer.
I glance over at Krampus, who is holding a hand over his mouth, trying to hold back laughter.
“This is a casual gift amongst friends?” I ask, staring at Candy’s bright pink cheeks and the way she’s fidgeting on the floor.
She takes a deep breath, getting herself off the floor and yanking the overtly sexual Christmas gifts out of my hand.
“Yes, in Cupidale, this is a perfectly fine gift. If you’re not interested in exploring more sides of yourself, just say that. Don’t bash my gift.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. How do I move one step forward and then two steps back with this cupid?
“Aw, Candy darling. Mortem here is learning emotions. Let’s cut him some slack,” Krampus says.
First logical thing out of his mouth all night. Wait…I understand emotions.
“Fuck you,” I hiss back.
