Mortem doesn’t reply or deny the statement which makes Krampus smile. His shifted, long, forked tongue lolls out of his mouth before he falls to his knees and slides it inside my pussy.
Krampus’ split tongue is unlike anything I’ve felt before. The two sides work at the same time, and he has complete control over every movement. He’s not demure about it either. The sounds he makes while he cleans Mortem’s cum out of me are that of a man possessed, and I yearn for it.
This is all I ever wanted.
To be worshipped, cared for, and loved. Maybe we haven’t hit the latter yet, but something tells me the three of us are headed that direction at lightning speed, despite all the odds.
Mortem stands there, still completely naked and watching as Krampus follows instructions. He tilts his head with a mischievous smile, and I furrow my brow in response. The feeling leaves me as Krampus hits the perfect spot deep inside of me. The tips of his tongue moving at the right speed.
“How do I taste?” Mortem says, tangling his hand in Krampus’ long, dirty blond hair.
My body shakes, and watching them interact while getting me off is too much. My thighs are trembling and my nipples are aching as I hit my release. Krampus devours every single drop until Mortem pulls him by his hair, away from my center.
He grins, a glistening sheen on his lips and chin.
“Did I earn my kiss?”
I smile, wondering if I was full of shit earlier about being able to do this all night long. Instead, I nod at Krampus and curl my finger for him to come closer.
“I’m going to shower. Don’t break him. He might have use yet,” Mortem says, before walking toward the shower.
I definitely don’t stare at his muscular ass the whole time, enjoying the hell out of the fact that there’s a Christmas tree-shaped plug inside of his perfect behind.
Krampus leans over the bed, his muscular chest rubbing against mine, and I wince.
“This is going to hurt, but I’ll make it all better,” Krampus says as he unfastens the nipple clamps.
“Oh fuck,” I hiss as Krampus removes the first wreath.
“Just breathe through it,” he says before taking off the other.
I inhale deeply as he holds my breasts together, lightly licking and soothing the small, peaked nipples.
“Your tits are a fucking dream,” he says, kissing the delicate flesh.
I smile, reaching out to grab one of his horns.
“Aren’t you going to collect your prize?” I tease.
His lips curl as he shifts us on the bed, making sure we have enough room and are lying side by side. The back of his knuckles drag along the side of my face, as he looks at me softly.
It’s a juxtaposition to everything that just happened between all of us and it makes me feel special. Krampus wants this kiss to mean something—just like Mortem did.
It’s a promise that they aren’t going to kiss and run, and I appreciate that about both of them.
“I’m sorry I ever hurt you,” he says softly, and I stare at him for a long moment. “I may have earned this kiss, but know I’ll spend the rest of eternity earning your heart, Candy, darling.”
His lips press against mine as I taste a mix of the three of us. I can’t help myself as I grab his other horn, pulling him as close aspossible. His hands roam over every inch of my body, and I feel treasured.
Krampus kisses me like it’s a transformative experience, like he’ll never take another moment for granted.
His tongue dances with mine, the split sections making the kiss even more interesting. His hand slides down my body, cupping my pussy, and I wince.
“I’m sorry, I’m good to go,” I lie.
“You’re sore.”
“Not too bad. I can go again.”
