“Candy, come here,” he says.
On wobbly legs, I crawl up the bed and straddle his hips. He rubs his cock against my wet center before sliding deep inside of me.
He shocks me by going slow, grabbing me by the back of my neck and bringing my body flush with his. The skin to skin contact feels sublime, and wholly right. His thrusts are languid.
Krampus is suddenly behind me, his hand on my ass as I feel the press of something else against my entrance.
“Couldn’t let this cute little candy cane go to waste,” Krampus says behind us.
Fair enough, it’s much smaller than his length and he slowly glides it in me, while Mortem stays still. I welcome the pressure and Mortem whispers sweet filth into my ear.
“Such a perfect pussy. You were made to take what we give you, aren’t you, princess?”
“Yes,” I rasp out as Krampus moves the toy slowly in and out of me. I can feel the lube dripping against my thighs, making it easier to move against Mortem.
When Krampus pulls the toy away, I feel empty, but the sensation doesn’t last long as he pushes inside of me.
I’m not sure why my reaction is to bite Mortem’s shoulder, but he grunts in pleasure as my teeth sink against his flesh. Krampus is barely even inside of me, and I hear him uncap the lube so even more of the sticky substance is added to the mix.
Both of the men groan as he pushes in deeper and I whimper.
“That’s it, darling. Fuck. You should see how pretty you look with both of us in you,” Krampus praises.
“You can take it. You’re so good for us.”
I nod. He’s right, I am good, and I can take it.
Krampus moves slowly, while Mortem stays stationary. I have two sets of hands roaming my body as the pressure starts to subside and shifts into nothing but pure, unadulterated pleasure.
Mortem’s lips part in pleasure, and I take that moment to lean forward and kiss him. Krampus kisses my neck while he fucks me from behind, both of them rubbing together inside of me.
My clit is pressed against Mortem’s pelvis, and with each of Krampus’ thrusts, I’m closer and closer to the edge.
“Fuck. I’m—” Krampus stutters and I feel his warm cum fill me.
He pulls out and I wince at the sudden emptiness he leaves behind. Suddenly, Mortem is sliding out of me too, and I feel hopelessly empty.
Krampus’ cheeks are pink, like he’s embarrassed he came so fast.
“Don’t fret, beasty. We have use for you yet,” Mortem says, and Krampus’ pupils dilate.
Mortem hands him the toy, and presses Krampus’ face back to my pussy. He doesn’t need much more direction as his tongue and lips get to work, while he uses the candy cane dildo inside of me.
What truly surprises me is Mortem going to stand behind Krampus, dripping lube down his crack, before pushing deep inside of him.
Krampus moans against my clit and he grips my thighs roughly as he takes Mortem’s rough thrusts. I’m torn betweenwatching them together, Krampus go down on me, and closing my eyes and letting myself fall over the edge.
Mortem smacks Krampus’ ass hard, pushing his face and the toy deeper into me. It breaks me completely as my second orgasm rips through me like a torrent. I expect a reprieve, but instead, Mortem presses his hand on Krampus’ head, fucking him wildly.
My body trembles and the pleas ripping out of me are pathetic as I continue to take what Krampus has to give.
He’s moaning against my pussy as Mortem finally throws his head back, and breathes heavily as he finishes, letting go of Krampus’ head.
Both of the men plop down on the bed next to me, all of us catching our breath. I smile up at the ceiling.
You have everything you ever dreamed of, Candy.
Candy, Krampus, and I spend the next few days hardly leaving my apartment. Never in my life did I think I could fuck this much, or want to. But it’s deeper than that, far deeper than I imagined it would ever be.
