11. Candy

“ O h fuck,” I hiss as Krampus removes the first wreath.

“Just breathe through it,” he says before taking off the other.

I inhale deeply as he holds my breasts together, lightly licking and soothing the small, peaked nipples.

“Your tits are a fucking dream,” he says, kissing the delicate flesh.

I smile, reaching out to grab one of his horns.

“Aren’t you going to collect your prize?” I tease.

His lips curl as he shifts us on the bed, making sure we have enough room and are lying side by side. The back of his knuckles drag along the side of my face, as he looks at me softly.

It’s a juxtaposition to everything that just happened between all of us and it makes me feel special. Krampus wants this kiss to mean something—just like Mortem did.

It’s a promise that they aren’t going to kiss and run, and I appreciate that about both of them.

“I’m sorry I ever hurt you,” he says softly, and I stare at him for a long moment. “I may have earned this kiss, but know I’ll spend the rest of eternity earning your heart, Candy, darling.”

His lips press against mine as I taste a mix of the three of us. I can’t help myself as I grab his other horn, pulling him as close as possible. His hands roam over every inch of my body, and I feel treasured.

Krampus kisses me like it’s a transformative experience, like he’ll never take another moment for granted.

His tongue dances with mine, the split sections making the kiss even more interesting. His hand slides down my body, cupping my pussy, and I wince.

“I’m sorry, I’m good to go,” I lie.

“You’re sore.”

“Not too bad. I can go again.”

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.

I’ve worked for the Head Cupid for years. They are the only cupid who can move between any realm effortlessly; it makes sense that it’s the same for reapers.

“Wait, and you can’t?” I ask Krampus.

“No, Santa is the first being of the realm,” he says easily.

“I have to go,” Mortem says, and if it weren’t for the clear fear written in his eyes, I’d panic. “There’s been a serious catastrophe on Earth. I have to call in as many reapers as possible to manage the influx of new souls.”

He takes a few steps toward us and holds out two necklaces with an obsidian stone in the center.

“This will portal you to my home in Purgatory. You just need to hold it and whisper my name.”

“Now he’s manipulating us into whispering his name when he isn’t even fucking us,” Krampus complains, but places the necklace around his neck.

“It’s the Latin word for death,” Mortem says with a roll of his eyes. He sits next to me and pets my hair. “The only reason I’m leaving is because I have to. You have access to my home, but as soon as this is done, I’ll be back.”

“You promise?”

“I promise. Enjoy the Krampus, don’t break him,” he says, glancing over at Krampus with a smile. “That’s my job.”

He kisses my hair one last time before portaling out of the room in a quick mist of smoke.

I longingly glance at the empty space he left behind, and Krampus grabs my hand and presses a gentle kiss to my knuckles.

“He’ll be back,” he promises. “In the meantime, let’s get you cleaned up. Tomorrow, I can show you everything the North Pole has to offer.”

“I’d like that.” I truly mean it. I want to understand all the different parts of Krampus’ personality.

When I wake up in the morning, it’s to a crackling fire, and a warm, large body behind me.

“Morning,” he says, nuzzling my shoulders, his horns hitting the padded bedframe behind us.

“What do you have planned for today?”

“A day full of surprises. You don’t have to be in Cupidale?”

I turn around in his arms, smiling at his crazy bed head. I’m sure mine’s just as ridiculous.

“I haven’t taken a day off in years. Actually, I’ve probably worked more overtime than necessary. I’m good to stay.”

“Good, let’s get you dressed for the cold and grab breakfast,” he says.

“Oh, I only have my pajamas.”

With a shake of his head, he gets out of the bed. No issues with nudity at all as he heads over to the Christmas tree where he points to a basket of pink clothing I’ve never seen before.

“Where did that come from?”

“You forget all my friends are elves.”

I quickly get out of bed and inspect the outfit; it’s beautiful. The softest pink cashmere sweater, black fleece-lined pants, snow boots with pink faux fur and a jacket to match. All that looks to be in my size.

“How do they know my size?”

“I’m not sure how, but the elves know everything. Go get ready, we have a lot to explore,” he says, smacking my ass as I grab the clothes and head to the bathroom.

Not only does Krampus want to spend the day with me, he wants me to meet his friends and explore his home. I’m giddy with excitement, even though there’s a lingering worry for Mortem. He hasn’t come back. Did everything get taken care of? Did he change his mind?

I shake my head as I hold the necklace in my hand.

No, he made me a promise, and he’s going to stick to it. I can’t compare the two men. They’re extremely different, and it’s something I enjoy about both of them. Though the thought of Mortem proudly showing me off in Purgatory sends a pang through my chest.

Enjoy the now, Candy, stop overthinking everything.

Instead of getting myself worked up in an anxious spiral, I get dressed. The outfit looks just as amazing as it did under the tree, and I return to the living room with a wide grin on my face.

“What do you think?” I say with a twirl.

Krampus is already dressed, smiling as he approaches me, grabbing my waist. “Like a beautiful pink present. We have to hurry before breakfast is over,” he says, grabbing my hand. I squeeze his warm fingers tightly as he portals us into a stunning dining hall.

Everything is exposed wood, with every inch decorated in gold and red Christmas decor.

There isn’t a spot that doesn’t have a red bow or a glistening golden light showcasing the space. Three long handmade tables take up the entire massive room, and then I realize there are hundreds of little faces staring at us.

Krampus holds me tightly as the room shifts into silence, broken only by the light instrumental holiday music in the background.

“Learn some manners. This is Claw’s lady love, Candy. Be nice,” Calanis says, from where she stands on the bench, a grin spreading across her face before approaching us. “Oh, I knew the clothes Calanis made would fit perfectly. We elves are so happy you’re here. Come, sit next to Calanis and meet my husband.”

I glance over at Krampus, and he nods his head. Calanis makes different elves move so that Krampus and I can take a larger seating arrangement at the end of one table. It’s clear that this is Krampus’ reserved spot.

“This is Calanis’ husband, Darmon. He is a woodworker,” she says, waving to a male elf with a sheepish smile. “He is shy. Calanis does all the talking.”

“Calanis never stops talking,” another elf chimes in.

“That is Serenia. She must use a seam ripper most often because she is bad at her job. Calanis believes this is why she is jealous. Do not mind her, most elves aren’t as irritating.”

My jaw drops and Krampus lets out a snort as we take our seats at the table where he begins fixing me a plate.

“Hot chocolate or apple cider?” he asks.

“Oh, hot chocolate please,” I say and he pours me a mug.

When I look down, I’m pleased that most of the food on my plate is sweeter breakfast foods; french toast, pancakes, and candied bacon.

“Do elves love sweets?” I ask Calanis. She smiles with a nod, her large ears shifting with her.

“Oh yes, sweets is the most important food group.”

I sip my hot chocolate, realizing it’s the best I’ve ever had.

“Cupids love sweets too. This is amazing.”

Calanis takes her own sip of hot chocolate, glancing between us.

“Is the scary one no longer with us? Or is he afraid of a bunch of elves?” she says with a smile. I think she likes the idea of intimidating someone like Mortem.

“He had a work emergency,” Krampus says, giving her a look I can’t read.

“Mmm. What do Claw and Candy plan to do with their day?” she asks.

“I’m showing her all the hidden gems of the North Pole,” Krampus says proudly, tossing an arm over my chair.

“Calanis thinks Candy will love the North Pole. Calanis also thinks this is the best Christmas ever.”

I smile at the sweet elf and can’t help but agree. I think this is finally the year I get everything I’ve ever wanted.