He shakes his head. “The only good kind of pain is when it will actually be enjoyed, Candy. I’m more than happy to just kiss you all night long,” he says, grabbing my face and turning his words into action.
“But you didn’t get to come.”
He shrugs and just kisses me with more passion. I know that sex isn’t transactional, but I want to get him off. He’s earned it. Not to mention it doesn’t seem fair to have that perfectly good butt plug not bring the happy ending that was intended.
I slide a hand between us, gripping his cock tightly and slowly stroking him while we kiss. It’s leisurely and gentle.
“You don’t?—”
“But you earned it. You were such a good boy for me,” I tell him, and all words die from his magical tongue as he bucks his cock into my fist. “Does it feel good? Having my plug in you, knowing I’m going to let you come wherever you want?”
“Fuck, Candy,” he says, taking hold of my ass and thrusting into my hand. “Anywhere?”
“Anywhere.”
He flips me onto my back, making me laugh as he straddles my waist, stroking his long, hard shaft.
“Push those pretty tits together.”
I do as he says, and Krampus watches my breasts bounce with rapt attention. I guess he wasn’t kidding when he said that he enjoyed them so much.
“I want to fuck your tits sometime,” he says, the muscles on his neck straining.
I’d offer to let him do it right now, but it’s clear he’s nearly at his breaking point.
“Look how fucking spoiled I am. The prettiest cupid is on my bed waiting for me to come on her perfect tits.”
“Be good and I’ll let you clean up after yourself,” I tell him.
As soon as I say the words, he’s breaking apart on top of me, his fist quickly stroking himself until ribbons of white release splatter, covering my breasts and neck.
He pants, rubbing until he releases every last drop and his balls tighten into his body. Throwing his head back, his pretty hair falls over his shoulders as he takes a few deep breaths.
A moment later, he’s leaning forward, his naughty tongue licking up a trail of his release from my left breast, before leaning in and kissing me again. It’s dirty in the best way possible.
“This tongue is going to be the death of me,” I joke and he pushes some of my hair out of my face, kissing my cheek.
“At least my monstrous side has some perks,” he says, and it feels self-deprecating.
I turn on my side, resting my head on my fist.
“You don’t like your fully shifted form?”
“Despite how I look right now, and what you’ve seen tonight, I’m still a monster.”
My brows furrow, and I look at the ridiculously beautiful man in front of me. How can someone this gorgeous think otherwise?
“Show me?”
“I…maybe tomorrow?” he asks.
He’s clearly self-conscious about it, so instead of pushing him further, I just nod in agreement.
The bathroom door clicks and we both glance over at Mortem, now magically dressed in a fully tailored suit.
Krampus looks confused, but then he rolls his eyes.
“Bastard can travel to any realm,” Krampus says, and I nod.
