“Don’t you fucking dare think about coming. You don’t deserve it yet,” Mortem says as Candy tightens it even further.
My nipple feels like it has its own pulse, and I welcome the sensation as Candy secures the second clamp. The pressure is satisfying, and I can’t deny that the festive nature of the design also does it for me.
Candy hands me her set of nipple clamps, and I can’t resist; I grab her breasts with both hands, bringing the first nipple into my mouth.
She gasps, placing a hand on my shoulder for support as I suck and lick and lavish her perfect tits.
“Transform your tongue,” she whispers in pleasure, and I groan.
Her acceptance of that side of me has me feeling feral and ready to do whatever she asks of me. The forked sides of my tongue work in tandem, making her nipple hard. I place the wreath shaped clamp on her dark pink bud. I don’t tighten it as hard as she did mine, but she seems to enjoy the twinge of pain just as much as I do.
I repeat the same process with her other breast, loving how large and soft her tits are. Maybe one day she’ll let me fuck them. Once I earn it, of course.
I screw on the other nipple clamp and admire how perfect she looks.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I tell her, and she bites her bottom lip.
“Edge of the bed, little cupid,” Mortem says, pulling his hand away.
Candy goes to the bed, using the ridiculous number of throw pillows the elves have made me over the years to make herself comfortable. She settles in, perfectly positioned for the best show—both for her enjoyment and ours.
She spreads her legs wide, showing off her glistening cunt. Mortem squeezes my thigh before tapping it.
“Face on the floor, ass in the air,” he says.
I comply immediately, turning my face so I can both watch Candy and enjoy the cold press of my cheek against the hardwood floors.
Candy’s lips part as she brings the toy to her pussy, starting it on the lowest setting. Her eyes shift between watching my pathetic form on the ground and admiring a still fully-clothed Mortem behind me.
Mortem’s hand slides down the crack of my ass as he circles my hole with his fingers. He uses Candy’s juices to push slightly into me.
“Enjoy it, ’cause it’s all you’re getting,” he says, and I grab my length, slightly stroking.
It’s all too much, more than I deserve—watching Candy play with her cunt while taking pleasure in my punishment.
Mortem pushes his fingers in and out of me. Likely not enough preparation for most people. But more than I’d usually spoil myself with.
“What do you think, Candy?” Mortem says, removing his fingers as he teases the toy at my entrance. “Should I be gentle, or should I give him what he wants?”
She licks her lips, her breasts slightly bouncing with her breaths as she holds the toy against her soaking clit. I hope she leaves a stain on my sheets; I hope she asks me to lick it up.
“What he wants,” Candy says as she gauges my reaction.
Shadows grip my waist and spread my ass cheeks wide. It’s almost like Mortem grew multiple phantom limbs at once as he forces the toy inside of me. I groan against the floor, drool falling out of my mouth and wetting beneath me as I take in the mix of pain and pleasure.
I stroke my cock as Mortem shifts the bulbous end, stretching my hole and rubbing my prostate. He shoves it back in and smacks my ass, making me jolt. Candy gasps, her head falling back slightly as one of Mortem’s shadows grabs her wrist.
He tsks.
“Tsk. Greedy. Both of you ready to come before I’ve even taken my clothes off. What am I going to do with both of you?”
“Oh, fuck it. Forget it. I was wrong. Please come fuck me,” Candy begs.
“I thought you were exacting your revenge. That you wanted some sort of cosmic justice?”
Candy shakes her head, trying to push the toy back down to her clit.
“I don’t care anymore, please. Please let me finish.”
