“Are you feeling needy, Candy?” Mortem says, his hands sliding over my thighs, crossing over his shadows.
His fingers slide over my pussy, spreading my lips wide as he glances down at where I’m completely exposed to him. He keeps staring, transfixed, and it makes me want him even more.
“Please, I need you so bad.”
“No need to beg, little cupid,” Mortem says with a smirk.
If I didn’t need to be fucked within an inch of my life, I’d probably talk back. Instead, I bite my lip.
Mortem grabs the base of his cock, sliding the tip over my wetness before slowly pressing his length inside me. Even though it’s been some time since I’ve physically been with someone, the toys in my nightstand work overtime, and I can fit him with no issue.
While he’s large and there’s a stretch, there’s no pain, only pleasure as desire fills every pink square inch of my body.
“Fuck,” Mortem says, pressing himself deeper inside of me. Once he’s all the way in, he grabs my face, kissing me roughly.
Long gone is the sweet, testing kiss from earlier. This is all possession as he kisses and rocks his hips, fucking me on the side of the bed. His shadows hold my legs wide as he opens his own stance.
Krampus looks pleased as he squeezes the lube over Mortem’s ass crack and uses the toy to collect the sticky mess.
I can’t see what he’s doing from there, but I can tell Mortem likes it. The way he pants into my mouth between kisses, and the masculine whimpers sliding from his mouth to mine.
His chest rubs against the nipple clamps, and I gasp at the bite of pain, yet I still welcome it. Mortem takes what he wants, even as he takes my Christmas tree-shaped dare in a pleasure-filled stride.
“Fuck, I’m going to fill you up. Then I’m going to have him clean you up and we’re going to do this all over again. This is our pussy, you’re our cupid. No more fucking doubts,” Mortem says, his words punctuated by shallow thrusts.
Suddenly, he moans so loud that it makes my eyes widen, and my own pleasure spikes. He picks up the rhythm, another shadow slipping out of his form as it toys with my clit.
I glance down at the foreboding swirl of darkness that I should fear, but all I can feel is near ecstasy as he fucks me and strums against my clit. Krampus has shifted to the side of the bed, stroking his cock and tugging on his clamped nipples as he watches Mortem fuck me.
There’s no jealousy in his gaze, just complete passion-driven awe.
Mortem’s hand grips my jaw, turning my head, forcing me to watch him. His hips are snapping sharply, our flesh hitting with each thrust, and his shadow is relentless against my clit.
My lips part as the sensation ripples through me. Mortem only fucks me harder through it, seeking his own release.
I come with a shout, and he fucks me so hard, if his shadows weren’t holding me down, I’m almost positive he would be fucking me through the wall.
His hips stutter as he moans and nearly collapses on top of me, his long fingers tangling in my messy hair. I can feel the warmth of his release inside me. His hips gently rut into me, like he wants to keep it inside.
“Perfect, fucking perfect, princess,” Mortem whispers in my hair, kissing the side of my face. “Okay?” he asks.
I nod enthusiastically and run my hands through his dark hair.
“More than okay,” I say in a near whisper.
“Can you take more?”
“I’m a cupid. I could do this all night,” I state easily, and he smiles.
“Krampus, come earn your kiss,” Mortem says.
Before tonight, I would have expected Krampus and Mortem to butt heads and have issues over who is in charge or howto divide our time. But I see them clearly now. It’s not that Krampus is a pushover, but in bed, it’s more than evident he has certain tastes.
“Is that right, Candy, darling? Will this finally earn me my kiss?” Krampus asks as Mortem pulls out sharply, making me wince.
“If you do a good job,” I taunt, making both Mortem and Krampus smile.
“I think you’re just obsessed with my tongue,” Krampus says and Mortem rolls his eyes. Krampus glances at him with equal irritation. “Don’t lie, old man. I know you secretly want to know what my shifted tongue feels like wrapped around that impressive cock of yours.”
