16. Candy

“ M orticia, all these dresses are black.”

“Precisely. Why would anyone wear another color?” she says, glancing down at her black nails. “Plus, you’ll be the only cupid in black, more than likely. It will make a statement.”

The bell chimes as a tall reaper and a cupid I recognize walk in.

“Candy, what are you doing in Purgatory?” Juliet asks.

“Mors,” Morticia greets the female reaper with complete boredom.

Meanwhile, Mors must be connecting the dots. There’s no reason for Mortem’s personal assistant to be helping a cupid find a dress.

“Morticia,” Mors says coldly.

“I do hope you aren’t here to find a dress for your cupid for the event,” Morticia says dryly, plucking a flute off the counter and sipping it elegantly. “You wouldn’t want to upstage the Head Reaper’s new cupid girlfriend.”

Mors swallows. “Baby, maybe we should get you something from Cupidale,” she suggests.

Juliet happily shrugs and gives me a wave as they turn around and walk out of the shop.

I throw a look of confusion at Morticia and she sighs. “One of the few perks of working for Mortem is throwing his name around. I like it when they scurry away with fear in their eyes.”

“Are people really that afraid of him?”

She takes a heavy swig of her sparkling wine and looks around the shop.

“I’ve worked for Mortem for centuries. No one around here knows who he really is, just his legacy, just his power. He’s actually sweet when you get to know him.”

“You don’t have a crush on Mortem, do you?” I say, my heart sinking in my chest. How could I ever compete with Morticia?

She throws her head back, her dark hair falling behind her back as she laughs so hard it brings tears to her eyes.

“Oh, I like you, cupid. You’re funny.”

“Why would that be funny?”

“You think after doing his bidding all fucking day, having to deal with his complaints, that I would be physically attracted to him? He is far from my type.”

“Well, what’s your type?”

“I like men who shut the fuck up and do as they’re told. Very hard to come by,” she says as she grabs a chiffon dress. “Try this one on. It will show just the right amount of cleavage.”

I try on the dress, and sure enough, my boobs look awesome. The dress flares at my hips, but not enough to seem like a prom dress, just the right amount of elegance.

To be honest, I feel great in black. The contrast against my pink skin is bright, and it is very flattering.

“See? Why wear anything else when black is already the perfect color?”

“Misery, put this on Mortem’s tab and have it delivered with the black fuck me pumps to Mortem’s home,” Morticia says—no thank you or anything—as she grabs me by the wrist, popping a black umbrella open and walks us down the streets of Purgatory with her head held high.

Once we reach the river, reapers are setting up black tents that take up a ridiculous amount of space.

In a few days, this place is going to be filled with beings of the veil, and they’re going to see exactly what I see when I look at Mortem.

“There is something I must ask of you,” Morticia says, her tall frame towering over mine.

“Of course,” I reply.

“Be patient with him, and please don’t break his heart.” She clears her throat, like she realizes she’s being vulnerable. “Working for him under those conditions would be a fucking nightmare,” she says, schooling her features.

“I don’t intend to.”

“Very well. I figure black everything with a few touches of gold. What do you think?”

“I think that would be beautiful.”

“You know? This party planning business isn’t so bad, especially with your help,” she says, ending the conversation as she walks me to a massive black building.

The windows look like mirrors as we enter; the doorman taking Morticia’s umbrella as we head to the elevator.

“Where are we going?”

“I’m taking you to Mortem’s.”

“Does Love live in this building?” I ask and Morticia snorts.

“Your annoying temporary leader lives with the rest of the peasants, I’m afraid. I’m sure their accommodations in Cupidale are a fairer standard of living.”

“Why?”

“Mostly because Mortem and Death don’t get along. He likes living with his lower-ranked friends. If they wanted to, they could easily live in this building.”

“They don’t get along?” I swallow, wondering if that means Love won’t want anything to do with me.

The idea of my cupid idol hating me is unfathomable.

“I think sometimes when people are too similar, they can butt heads more often than not. Plus, Mortem isn’t who he was all those centuries ago.”

The elevator opens, and she points for me to get out.

“I’ll let you know if I need more help for the event. I think I might not hate it if we did this again sometime,” she says as I get off the elevator and the doors shut.

I have absolutely hit the lottery with strong female friends, and I couldn’t be more grateful. When I spin around and look at Mortem’s apartment, it’s plain, and mainly in black and white.

Everything in the space has a purpose. There is nothing out of place and nothing where it doesn’t belong. I hate to say it, but I absolutely loathe it, not that I’d ever admit that to Mortem.

All the thoughts of how much I hate this apartment die off as the elevator opens and Krampus and Mortem are laughing. Both of them have their heads thrown back, full-blown smiles on their faces. It’s one of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen.

“What’s so funny?” I ask.

Mortem has to get himself under control, and I’m awestruck by how happy he seems.

“Krampus was just telling me how he handled the reapers who didn’t show up to work the other night.”

“Oh?” I ask, feeling like I’m out of the loop.

“You’re going to have to show me your beast form so I can really picture it,” Mortem says.

“His beast form is beautiful,” I say, with my hands on my hips.

Mortem’s joyous expression leaves his face. “You showed her your true form?” he asks, questioning Krampus.

“Oh, he did more than show me,” I say, and maybe I’m irritated because I’m left out of the joke, or maybe I don’t want Krampus to be self-conscious about his form.

I expect a bad reaction, but instead, Mortem approaches me with a heavy-lidded gaze.

“You love taming monsters, don’t you, princess?”

I swallow and glance over at Krampus, who clearly isn’t coming to my rescue. He’s totally into whatever this is.

“Tell me, did you fuck him? Did you fuck the beast that made a reaper piss his pants?”

I clear my throat and glance at Krampus. “No, but I wanted to.”

“We’ll have to work you up to that. Starting tonight.”

Krampus stands beside Mortem, wrapping a hand around his waist, and I track the motion. Something low in my belly, tingling at the small sign of intimacy. This is what I wanted so badly. It’s right in front of me, and all I have to do is take it.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Well, you want to fit him inside you in his true form. You should be able to take us both at the same time.”

I lick my lips.

Can’t say I’ve ever done that, and well, the idea of them both inside of me rubbing together is a very appealing image. Thankfully, I’m a cupid—my body is built for this sort of thing.

“Did you two devise this plan on your trip together in the elevator?” I ask.

“Oh no, princess. I’ve been dreaming of this since that night all those months ago. What it would feel like fucking into you with his dick rubbing against mine? I came all over my fist thinking about it. So many times.”

“Equally guilty of that imagery. However, never in my wildest imaginations did I picture titty fucking you in my true form,” Krampus says.

“Clothes off, legs wide, little cupid,” Mortem demands, as he points to a room down the hall. “We’ll be in shortly.”

I furrow my brow, wondering why they aren’t following me immediately, as Mortem whispers to Krampus, a hand on his waist. Krampus grins before popping out of existence.

“Krampus is just fetching a few things. Now go and do as you’re told or I’ll edge you all night until I decide to give you what we promised.”

Part of me wants to be a brat, and tell him he wants this just as bad as I do. But the deep, slutty cupid part of me wants instant gratification. So instead of giving him a hard time, I turn on my heel.

Mortem slaps my ass sharply, and I yelp as I hightail it into his bedroom.

Just like the rest of his apartment, everything is black, down to the two bedside lamps. I undress quickly and sit on the edge of the bed, trying different poses and feeling like a fucking idiot.

How am I supposed to sit here and wait? Instead of overthinking it any further, I sit on my hands, enjoying the feel of his soft, black sheets.

It seems like I’m waiting for ages until both Mortem and Krampus enter the bedroom. Both of them have removed their shirts, and it feels like the air has been ripped from my lungs.

How are they both so fucking hot?

“Good cupid,” Mortem says, grabbing Krampus’ shoulder and pushing him to his knees. “Now be a good beasty and do what you do best,” he says to Krampus as he unbuckles his belt and frees his cock.

Krampus smirks, collecting spit and dripping it on Mortem’s cock before swallowing him whole. I’m so stunned that I’ve completely forgotten about what was promised.

Mortem throws his head back as he holds a fist full of Krampus’ hair with one hand, and a horn in another, moving his head up and down on his length.

Krampus gags but works through it.

“Show me that sweet tongue,” Mortem says, making Krampus moan.

I watch in awe as his forked tongue slithers out of his mouth and wraps around the head of Mortem’s shaft, making him hiss in pleasure.

“Are you feeling left out, princess?” Mortem teases and I lick my lips, not wanting to answer incorrectly.

Instead, Mortem pulls Krampus off of his cock, a string of spit trailing from his tip to Krampus’ lip. His grip is brutal on Krampus’ hair as he shifts his body, shoving his face against my pussy.

I have no other choice but to spread my legs, welcoming Krampus’ warm mouth. He eats me like it’s his job as Mortem leans forward and takes my mouth.

He kisses me with no reservations. He kisses me like he loves me back and he doesn’t know how to say it yet. I whimper into his mouth as Krampus eats me out with only one goal in mind, making me completely fall apart.

Mortem bites my bottom lip, shoving me by my shoulders, my back now flush with his luxe sheets.

He grabs my thigh, in what I assume is an effort to watch Krampus lick me up, but I’m shocked as Mortem falls to his own knees, his face right next to Krampus as they devour me together.

It’s too much, the mix of Krampus’ tongue, Mortem’s fingers and the way he’s kissing my thigh.

I come with a shout, my back arching off the bed as I grip Mortem by his hair, and Krampus by his horn. My thighs are shaking and everything feels light and sensitive. When I rest on my elbows and look up at them between my legs, they’re kissing one another and I feel my heart expand even further.

They look perfect together. We look perfect together.

Both of the men pull away from the kiss and Mortem swipes his two fingers through my release and rubs the glistening wetness onto himself.

He removes his pants completely and lies on the bed like a fucking king.

“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 between watching 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.