Next Christmas
Candy can’t reach the ceiling to add more garland, so I remove my clothes and shift into my true form, holding her on my shoulder. She uses one of my horns for balance, as she decorates the cabin.
We mostly spend our time here and Purgatory. Candy received a stamp of retirement from Cupidale and she works between the two realms, helping us both with event planning.
We’re having a few elves over tonight to do a gift exchange and they’re all buzzing with excitement.
Organizing events seems to be where Candy shines, and Purgatory and the North Pole are where her services are far more needed. Plus, I selfishly get a ton of time with my sweet little cupid.
“A little over to the left,” she says, and I move with her on my shoulder.
Me being in this form with her is basically second nature. It’s nice to be able to be myself around the people I care about most.
“Oh, it’s perfect. You can put me down, honey,” she says, and I do, sliding her down my form.
“You know, it’s been a while,” she says, untying the side of her dress and letting it fall off her body.
She has on the sexiest pair of lingerie that is covered in Christmas lights.
“Oh?” I growl.
“I think you deserve an early Christmas present,” she says, pointing to the large sofa by the fire.
I immediately sit my ass down and begin stroking myself. This is the only way I have sex with her in my true form, otherwise I’d worry about hurting her. When she’s on top, she can control the speed as well as how much she takes.
She climbs into my lap, stroking my chest, and running her fingers through my longer hair.
“You make me the happiest cupid,” she says wistfully. “You’ve been so patient with all my party planning. Such a good boy.”
I shiver as she wraps her two hands around the massive length of my dick, her fingertips just touching.
“Are you going to fill me up? Are we going to enjoy the party later knowing you stretched me out and your cum is still deep inside of me?”
Her words send me over the edge, and I can’t help myself as I pick her up and toss her over the side of the couch like she weighs nothing.
The door slams behind us, and I curse. Whoever the fuck thought they could stroll in here and ruin this moment is about to die.
“Tsk. You know I like to be present for all shifted fucking. Plus, I think our little princess needs her mouth full if you’re going to take her from behind like that,” he says, arching a brow.
He leaves the other part unsaid as he looks at me. If I’m going to take her in a different position, he should be here to makesure she’s okay. As good as I try to be, in this form I lose a lot of control. Mortem and his shadows can help me with that.
Mortem tosses me the lube. It looks pathetically small in my claws as I lube up my cock. Mortem stands on the other edge of the couch, freeing his dick, and Candy hums.
“Remember your safe word, princess?” he asks and Candy nods.
“Tinsel,” she says in a whisper.
“Good girl. You’ll let us know if it’s too much?”
“It won’t be,” she promises.
I have no patience as I use my claw to divest her of her cute little panties. I’ll have to get her more.
I hold my fat cock and press the head against her entrance. It takes tedious work, but she doesn’t seem to be complaining as Mortem fills her mouth.
“Such a cock hungry little cupid. It’s a wonder we’re enough to keep you full, princess.”
She hums around his length as I push deeper.
