18. Krampus - Epilogue

Next Christmas

C andy 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 make sure 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.

Candy wiggles and whines around Mortem as I push deeper and deeper, watching the way I stretch her around me. It’s fucking beautiful.

I’m about halfway in before I thrust, fucking her from behind, loving the way her ass bounces and the view of her splayed open for me.

Mortem’s shadows are pressed against my chest, making sure I don’t go too hard or too deep with the position, and I’m thankful for it.

Candy is moaning and her thighs quake as she takes me like the good girl she is. I can watch her pussy spasming as she chokes my shaft, and I know I’m not going to last long. I don’t usually in this form. Not with how fucking hot it is when she’s eager and willing to take me like this.

Mortem holds the back of her head, pressing her down so far her nose is hitting his stomach.

“Right there, princess. Fuck.”

She whimpers and my hips pick up, Mortem’s shadows keeping me in control as I push in and out of her. Her fingers dig into the couch and her feet kick slightly behind her and her cunt grips me like a vise as she falls apart.

It’s a domino effect, as Mortem pulls out of her mouth, spraying her face and chest with cum.

My hips stutter as my peak reaches me and I fill Candy with my load. She whines and moans as the ropes of my release fill her to the brim. Mortem pets her hair, but moves to my side and we both watch as I pull out and the ridiculous amount of cum spills out of her.

“Never gets old,” Mortem says, kneading Candy’s ass cheek.

It spills all over the couch, but it doesn’t matter as I grab a blanket and toss it over Candy and then gather her in my lap. Mortem sits next to us, leaning into my much larger side and stroking Candy’s back.

Maybe doing this a few hours before a party wasn’t the best move, but I can’t deny that it felt perfectly right.

“Okay?” I growl out.

“More than okay. I think I might just be the jolliest cupid on the planet,” she jokes.

She rests against my chest and we sit there in a comfortable quiet, just the fire going in front of us.

I kiss the top of her head and then lean over to kiss Mortem, allowing myself to bask in how fortunate I am that I found two people who love every side of me.

Maybe Christmas miracles do exist after all.