Can’t say I’ve ever done that, and well, the idea of them both inside of me rubbing together is a very appealing image. Thankfully, I’m a cupid—my body is built for this sort of thing.
“Did you two devise this plan on your trip together in the elevator?” I ask.
“Oh no, princess. I’ve been dreaming of this since that night all those months ago. What it would feel like fucking into you with his dick rubbing against mine? I came all over my fist thinking about it. So many times.”
“Equally guilty of that imagery. However, never in my wildest imaginations did I picture titty fucking you in my true form,” Krampus says.
“Clothes off, legs wide, little cupid,” Mortem demands, as he points to a room down the hall. “We’ll be in shortly.”
I furrow my brow, wondering why they aren’t following me immediately, as Mortem whispers to Krampus, a hand on his waist. Krampus grins before popping out of existence.
“Krampus is just fetching a few things. Now go and do as you’re told or I’ll edge you all night until I decide to give you what we promised.”
Part of me wants to be a brat, and tell him he wants this just as bad as I do. But the deep, slutty cupid part of me wants instant gratification. So instead of giving him a hard time, I turn on my heel.
Mortem slaps my ass sharply, and I yelp as I hightail it into his bedroom.
Just like the rest of his apartment, everything is black, down to the two bedside lamps. I undress quickly and sit on the edge of the bed, trying different poses and feeling like a fucking idiot.
How am I supposed to sit here and wait? Instead of overthinking it any further, I sit on my hands, enjoying the feel of his soft, black sheets.
It seems like I’m waiting for ages until both Mortem and Krampus enter the bedroom. Both of them have removed their shirts, and it feels like the air has been ripped from my lungs.
How are they both so fucking hot?
“Good cupid,” Mortem says, grabbing Krampus’ shoulder and pushing him to his knees. “Now be a good beasty and do what you do best,” he says to Krampus as he unbuckles his belt and frees his cock.
Krampus smirks, collecting spit and dripping it on Mortem’s cock before swallowing him whole. I’m so stunned that I’ve completely forgotten about what was promised.
Mortem throws his head back as he holds a fist full of Krampus’ hair with one hand, and a horn in another, moving his head up and down on his length.
Krampus gags but works through it.
“Show me that sweet tongue,” Mortem says, making Krampus moan.
I watch in awe as his forked tongue slithers out of his mouth and wraps around the head of Mortem’s shaft, making him hiss in pleasure.
“Are you feeling left out, princess?” Mortem teases and I lick my lips, not wanting to answer incorrectly.
Instead, Mortem pulls Krampus off of his cock, a string of spit trailing from his tip to Krampus’ lip. His grip is brutal on Krampus’ hair as he shifts his body, shoving his face against my pussy.
I have no other choice but to spread my legs, welcoming Krampus’ warm mouth. He eats me like it’s his job as Mortem leans forward and takes my mouth.
He kisses me with no reservations. He kisses me like he loves me back and he doesn’t know how to say it yet. I whimper into his mouth as Krampus eats me out with only one goal in mind, making me completely fall apart.
Mortem bites my bottom lip, shoving me by my shoulders, my back now flush with his luxe sheets.
He grabs my thigh, in what I assume is an effort to watch Krampus lick me up, but I’m shocked as Mortem falls to his own knees, his face right next to Krampus as they devour me together.
It’s too much, the mix of Krampus’ tongue, Mortem’s fingers and the way he’s kissing my thigh.
I come with a shout, my back arching off the bed as I grip Mortem by his hair, and Krampus by his horn. My thighs are shaking and everything feels light and sensitive. When I rest onmy elbows and look up at them between my legs, they’re kissing one another and I feel my heart expand even further.
They look perfect together. We look perfect together.
Both of the men pull away from the kiss and Mortem swipes his two fingers through my release and rubs the glistening wetness onto himself.
He removes his pants completely and lies on the bed like a fucking king.
