10. Candy

I seriously overestimated my power play here. Clearly, I’m not actually the one in charge.

Based on how Krampus’ face is pushed down onto the floor, I would say he isn’t either. I might have made a demand of Mortem, but he’s the one running the show now, and I find it ridiculously hot.

Baiting the oldest reaper alive was a choice, and I’m paying for it now.

I try to press the toy harder on my clit, but Mortem’s shadows prevent me from moving a single inch. I’m so fucking close. Especially as I look down at Krampus, the way he’s stroking himself as he watches me. Knowing that I turn him on so much makes me feel bold and confident.

My body is on fire. I’ve never been this turned on or needed to reach release this badly. I realize it’s because I’m with them . Mortem was right. You can’t deny a connection like this. It might be infatuation or something sexual, but I’m a cupid for Christmas’ sake, I know how deep love can blossom from just the smallest flicker.

Why was I trying to sabotage the thing I had wanted for the last six months? Why was I trying to push him away after I just drew him in?

Fuck, what is wrong with me?

Mortem’s head tilts like he can read the thoughts rattling in my head.

He smacks Krampus’ ass lightly, rounding his body and standing before me. I can feel the tears welling in my eyes. This wasn’t the kind of catharsis I was looking for.

His large hand pets the side of my face, gripping my chin.

“I gave you reason to doubt me, little cupid. This is me showing you there’s nothing you can do that will scare me away. You’re ours. Krampus, get up here, grab the lube and the toy,” Mortem says.

Krampus does as he’s told, even if his legs are a little wobbly on his feet, before coming to the bed, holding the Christmas tree-shaped butt plug and the lube. Both of them look at me with dark gazes.

“Now, what would make you feel better? Having our eager little monster over here push this ridiculous toy inside of me? Or shall I place it inside you to help prepare you to take both of us at the same time?”

I swallow and lick my lips. Right now is probably not the time to be thinking of Ladybird, but I do. What would she do?

She absolutely would not get dickmatized by the spirit of being charitable.

She would stick to her guns. It doesn’t matter how turned on I am, or how bad I want to fuck them both at the same time. They told me they would do whatever it takes to win me back, and well, it may be unconventional, but after he does this, I know he’s all in.

“Like you said, we need to see this all the way through.”

Mortem smiles, showing his teeth, and I feel almost blinded by the intensity of his attention—knowing I’m the one who put it there.

His shadows tug at my wrists.

“Undress me then, little cupid.”

The shadows, like a warm caress, release my wrists, and the toy drops on the bed as I undo the buttons of his shirt. When I glance over his shoulder, Krampus looks like he’s receiving his own Christmas gift, eyes alight with the promise of what’s to come.

Mortem doesn’t stop watching me as I undo the last button, and he divests himself of his shirt. I move to his belt buckle and unfasten his pants, which he helps kick to the floor. The last thing I do is tug down his underwear until he’s blissfully naked in front of me.

His body is a work of art. Where Krampus is toned and tan, Mortem is paler with leaner muscle. They’re both magnificent in their own way.

“Would you prefer my cock down your throat or deep in your pink little cunt while we see this through?” he asks.

In reply, I just spread my legs wider. His smile turns wicked as his shadows grab my thighs and drag my body to the edge of the bed. I don’t have a moment to feel self-conscious or worry about what’s going to happen tomorrow. All I can think about is the all-consuming man leaning over me.

“Do you see how drenched our little cupid princess is?” Mortem says to Krampus, who glances over Mortem’s shoulder and stares at my pussy.

“Did it turn you on watching your reaper touch me?” Krampus asks.

“Yes, please,” I reply. There’s far too much talking and not enough fucking happening right now.

It’s like my poor lady bits are all dressed up in arousal with nowhere to go and these men, well, Mortem, is hell bent on torturing me.

“Are you feeling needy, Candy?” Mortem says, his hands sliding over my thighs, crossing over his shadows.

His fingers slide over my pussy, spreading my lips wide as he glances down at where I’m completely exposed to him. He keeps staring, transfixed, and it makes me want him even more.

“Please, I need you so bad.”

“No need to beg, little cupid,” Mortem says with a smirk.

If I didn’t need to be fucked within an inch of my life, I’d probably talk back. Instead, I bite my lip.

Mortem grabs the base of his cock, sliding the tip over my wetness before slowly pressing his length inside me. Even though it’s been some time since I’ve physically been with someone, the toys in my nightstand work overtime, and I can fit him with no issue.

While he’s large and there’s a stretch, there’s no pain, only pleasure as desire fills every pink square inch of my body.

“Fuck,” Mortem says, pressing himself deeper inside of me. Once he’s all the way in, he grabs my face, kissing me roughly.

Long gone is the sweet, testing kiss from earlier. This is all possession as he kisses and rocks his hips, fucking me on the side of the bed. His shadows hold my legs wide as he opens his own stance.

Krampus looks pleased as he squeezes the lube over Mortem’s ass crack and uses the toy to collect the sticky mess.

I can’t see what he’s doing from there, but I can tell Mortem likes it. The way he pants into my mouth between kisses, and the masculine whimpers sliding from his mouth to mine.

His chest rubs against the nipple clamps, and I gasp at the bite of pain, yet I still welcome it. Mortem takes what he wants, even as he takes my Christmas tree-shaped dare in a pleasure-filled stride.

“Fuck, I’m going to fill you up. Then I’m going to have him clean you up and we’re going to do this all over again. This is our pussy, you’re our cupid. No more fucking doubts,” Mortem says, his words punctuated by shallow thrusts.

Suddenly, he moans so loud that it makes my eyes widen, and my own pleasure spikes. He picks up the rhythm, another shadow slipping out of his form as it toys with my clit.

I glance down at the foreboding swirl of darkness that I should fear, but all I can feel is near ecstasy as he fucks me and strums against my clit. Krampus has shifted to the side of the bed, stroking his cock and tugging on his clamped nipples as he watches Mortem fuck me.

There’s no jealousy in his gaze, just complete passion-driven awe.

Mortem’s hand grips my jaw, turning my head, forcing me to watch him. His hips are snapping sharply, our flesh hitting with each thrust, and his shadow is relentless against my clit.

My lips part as the sensation ripples through me. Mortem only fucks me harder through it, seeking his own release.

I come with a shout, and he fucks me so hard, if his shadows weren’t holding me down, I’m almost positive he would be fucking me through the wall.

His hips stutter as he moans and nearly collapses on top of me, his long fingers tangling in my messy hair. I can feel the warmth of his release inside me. His hips gently rut into me, like he wants to keep it inside.

“Perfect, fucking perfect, princess,” Mortem whispers in my hair, kissing the side of my face. “Okay?” he asks.

I nod enthusiastically and run my hands through his dark hair.

“More than okay,” I say in a near whisper.

“Can you take more?”

“I’m a cupid. I could do this all night,” I state easily, and he smiles.

“Krampus, come earn your kiss,” Mortem says.

Before tonight, I would have expected Krampus and Mortem to butt heads and have issues over who is in charge or how to divide our time. But I see them clearly now. It’s not that Krampus is a pushover, but in bed, it’s more than evident he has certain tastes.

“Is that right, Candy, darling? Will this finally earn me my kiss?” Krampus asks as Mortem pulls out sharply, making me wince.

“If you do a good job,” I taunt, making both Mortem and Krampus smile.

“I think you’re just obsessed with my tongue,” Krampus says and Mortem rolls his eyes. Krampus glances at him with equal irritation. “Don’t lie, old man. I know you secretly want to know what my shifted tongue feels like wrapped around that impressive cock of yours.”

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.