14. Candy

K issing Krampus in this form is difficult. His mouth is bigger, as are his teeth and tongue. But somehow we manage as he holds me in the middle of the picturesque forest.

Fat snowflakes fall from the sky as we kiss.

I’m not sure why he hates this side of him so much, but I’m intent on showing him just how perfect I think he is.

While I’m not sure if I can take his cock when he shifts, I’m willing to try. But right now, it reminds me of something else he wanted. It’s genius. It’s the perfect way to put him at peace, and maybe some part of me likes how intense he is when he’s fully Krampus, while still being gentle to me.

“I have an idea,” I say, stroking his soft hair. It’s still long on his head, the same dirty blond shade. His ears are longer and his face is slightly different, but he’s still him, and he’s beautiful both ways.

“Yes, darling?” he asks in such a deep timbre my legs quake in his hold.

“I have a gift for you. Do you think we could go back to the cabin?”

“I’ll shift back,” he says. Some of his words have a slight lisp, and I find it precious.

“I’d like for you to stay this way.”

His heavy brows furrow, but he nods, as he carries me easily in the snow, his hooved feet leaving deep imprints as we make our way back to his home.

Krampus easily fits in the cabin, and now it makes sense why everything in here is so large. He spends a lot of his time shifted and in his home.

It makes me feel guilty that he thinks like he has to hide this side of himself from the rest of the world.

Krampus places me down and shuts the door behind him. His fireplace is still blazing and I realize there must be some sort of magic that keeps it perfect all the time, because he hasn’t stoked it or added another log since I’ve been here.

When I turn around, his horns are nearly touching the ceiling, but he has just enough room to get around.

It’s my turn to be bold, to prove to him that I’m all in. I start by ripping off my hat and unzipping my coat. Krampus watches me in confusion as I take off layer after layer of clothing.

Once I’m completely naked, I stand by the fire for a moment to warm my body up. Krampus stares at my breasts hungrily, along with the rest of my body.

“I think we’re going to need to work up to that,” I say, pointing at his massive erection.

His cock is so large that it doesn’t stand fully up, but still points down, even though it’s clear he’s hard.

“I don’t understand. You would want me like this?” he asks.

“Of course I do. I thought we could start off with something I know you want,” I say, smirking as I grab the lube from last night and squirt it on my chest, rubbing it over my breasts until they are glistening and slippery.

The noise that escapes Krampus is visceral as he approaches me. It dawns on me that at this height, we actually might do this standing up. But Krampus has other plans—he scoops me up, mainly with his forearms, and he brings me to his massive bed.

I laugh as he puts me on my back, causing my tits to bounce with the movement. With a hand on the outside of each of my breasts, I push them together.

Krampus groans as he watches. He’s gentle with himself, making sure to use his palm and not his claw to hold his massive cock and push it in between my lubed-up breasts.

He moans, and his claws from one hand dig into his headboard as he shifts his cock in and out, the tip hitting my chin with each thrust. His tail joins in, pressing my chest tighter together for more pressure.

I tilt my chin down, my tongue out, accepting his tip.

“Fuck,” Krampus growls as he continues thrusting. The soft hair of his thighs rubs against my own as he fucks my tits and lets me lick the tip of his monster-sized dick.

I rub my nipples with my thumbs and do my best to keep them pushed together, even though the lube makes my hands slippery.

Krampus’ gaze shifts to where his length is between my breasts and my face—where my tongue is licking up the leaking head.

“Beautiful,” he rumbles, and I swear I hear the headboard crack as his thrusts pick up.

His hips are snapping sharply until a masculine groan escapes him and cum fills my mouth.

It’s more than I expected, but I swallow as much as I can. The rest funnels down my face out of the corners of my lips.

Krampus pulls back, letting the rest of his release spill on to my breasts. He looks at the mess with delight before wrenching his claw out of the headboard and transforming back to his human-like form.

He climbs off the bed, before picking me up. No care about the lube or cum suctioning between our skin as he runs the water to the massive tub in his bathroom. He doesn’t put me down or say a word until the tub is full of pink bubbles and soothing warm water.

My body melts against his as we sink together into the tub.

The silence is palpable, but I want to give him a moment to get his thoughts and feelings together. Instead, I just enjoy his touch and the warm caress of the water.

“No one has ever made me feel the way you do. It may be too early, it may be crazy, and you don’t have to say it back, but I’m in love with you, Candy,” Krampus says against the shell of my ear.

I have to hold back tears. Having someone say those words to me is all I ever wanted, and my heart feels endlessly full.

I turn in his lap, my wet hands cradling his face. He’s undoubtedly handsome in this form, but I like him in both.

“I love you too. All of you,” I tell him.

His lips crash against mine, and within moments his hard length is pressing inside of me, fucking me slowly as we kiss with a passion I never could have imagined. We come together and the water stays warm as we lie there holding one another.

The only thing missing to this perfect day is any sight of Mortem.

As if the thought manifests him, there’s suddenly a wisp of black smoke as Mortem appears before us.

He looks polished as ever, in an inky black suit that fits him perfectly.

“It appears I’ve missed quite the day,” Mortem says, leaning against the vanity.

I lick my lips and Krampus looks Mortem up and down. I wonder what exactly their dynamic is going to be. Both of them seemed turned on the other night when we were playing, but I’m not sure if that extends to an emotional connection.

They will figure it out in time. As long as they are happy and okay with sharing me, that’s what matters most.

“Did you have a good day at the North Pole, princess?” Mortem asks.

“I did. I really love it here,” I say, looking over at Krampus and wondering how to broach the subject of wanting to spend most of my time here.

“I assumed as much. I had a talk with the man in charge before coming here. You now have access to all three realms, this one, Cupidale, and mine.”

“You spoke with Santa?” Krampus says, his voice reverberating with confusion at my back.

“Yes, well, I am older than him. He apparently has a soft spot for you, beasty,” Mortem says to Krampus.

I clear my throat, feeling slightly shy and exposed with Krampus and me both naked and Mortem fully dressed. It’s weird how this keeps happening, but it feels like some sort of power move.

“Is everything resolved with your work?” I ask, and Mortem nods.

“Yes, and I was hoping you could help me with something else.”

I perk up. Being helpful to others gives me immense joy. While I might not have been the best at creating love matches, I was great at my position with Cupiō. Helping him is what kept me going, and the idea of being able to help Mortem would be a thrill. The thought of him being grateful and telling me I did good seems priceless.

I’m at the edge of the tub, holding on with pruned fingers as he smiles.

“I’ve decided to host a New Year’s party in Purgatory. My assistant Morticia is working on the preparations, but I’d love your opinion on how to make it a great event for our newcomers.”

My jaw drops, and Krampus laughs behind me.

“You’re hosting the beings of the realm…in Purgatory?”

I elbow him, and he doesn’t even wince as I look back up at Mortem. He’s usually great at being stoic and schooling his features, but as I look at him, I realize this was a big step. He mentioned to me last night that he feels like he’s failed the reapers with how he set up Purgatory and this is him changing, just like he is for me.

“I think it’s amazing. I’d love to help in any way I can.”

Mortem’s shoulders relax and he takes a deep breath.

“Excellent. I was hoping to bring you both back to Purgatory and show you my home as well as introduce you to Morticia to help her plan the party.”

I take a deep breath. Holy shit. Never in a million years did I think I’d be in charge of a party. That’s something that someone like Love deals with. I decide right then and there to throw the best fucking party ever. Not just to make Mortem happy, or to show the cupids that I’m more than just a house cleaner. It’s for me to prove to myself that I’m capable and I don’t need to hide away any more.

“Perfect. I’ll go get dressed,” I say excitedly, nearly falling out of the tub. Luckily for me, Krampus stops my fall and Mortem holds out a hand to help me out.

As soon as my naked dripping body is standing on a candy cane-patterned bath mat, Mortem wraps a cozy, massive towel around me.

“I’m excited to show you my realm,” he nearly purrs into my ear before leaving the bathroom all together.

I stand there in shock, clutching the towel to my chest. Against my will, some of the same old fear creeps in.

“Why are you nervous?” Krampus asks, leaning over the edge of the tub, the ends of his hair wet.

“What if I fuck it up? What if it’s a horrible party?”

“You’re excited to plan it?” he asks, and I nod. “Then it will be perfect. Mortem wouldn’t ask you to do the task if he didn’t think you were capable. You’re brilliant, Candy. It’s time everyone else sees that.”

I steel my spine. Brilliant seems like a loaded term, but I am capable. I can do this, for myself and for Mortem.

“You’re right, I got this.”

“That’s my girl,” he praises and I realize I need to get dressed immediately before I wind up on my back again.