9. Krampus

“ C hristmas tree,” Mortem says easily, shocking both Candy and me.

“You’re sure?” Candy says, and I wonder if she thought he was bluffing.

“Candy, I’m unbearably old. My shock was over who gave you the gift, not the gift itself. I’m wholly aware of how much power my prostate holds over my pleasure,” he says.

I snap my fingers and point at Mortem before dropping my towel, letting my naked form completely free. Candy and Mortem both stare at me. Candy’s desire is wild and clear, while Mortem’s is more calculating and reserved. How much trouble am I going to need to get in to have the big bad reaper punish me?

“That we can both agree on. Where do you want me, sweetheart? Self insert? Do you want the pleasure?” I ask, fully down with whatever she chooses.

“Mortem,” she says.

“Ah, she wants to watch. How incredibly cute and cupid of you,” I say, walking by her, placing a kiss on her temple and sitting next to Mortem on the couch. I toss an arm over his shoulders.

My erect cock feels like it’s pointing at all of us, but no one wants to be rude and mention the second monster in the room.

“All right,” Mortem says easily and Candy’s eyes go wide.

“Really?” Candy asks.

“Only if it’s fair,” Mortem says, plopping his hand down on my thigh, his thumb stroking the flesh on the inside.

My cock jumps, and Candy tracks the motion before glancing back over at Mortem.

“Fair?” she asks.

“There’s quite the treasure trove in that box. You let us watch you play and we let you watch.”

“He’s right, it only seems fair,” I say, rubbing my thumb against Mortem’s shoulder blade.

She looks less confident now, and the way Mortem’s grip tightens on my thigh, I can tell he’s concerned about her reaction.

“Or we can put this on pause for another time,” Mortem says.

Candy whispers something to herself, but I can’t tell what it is. Instead of saying another word, she grabs the hem of her silky pajama top and pulls it over her head. A simple red bra covers her chest, but she reaches behind her back, unclasping the lace and letting her full, gorgeous tits hang free. Her nipples are a darker pink than the rest of her, and my mouth waters just looking at her.

She licks her lips, her gaze switching darting between my face and Mortem’s as she tugs on the elastic of her pants and pulls them down completely.

No panties.

Mortem’s thumb starts moving on my thigh again as we watch her stand bare before us.

“Beautiful,” Mortem says.

“Best present I’ve ever seen unwrapped,” I say.

Candy doesn’t cover herself and pride fills me over how confident she’s been tonight. She’s a vision in pink, and I can’t help but be riveted by what’s going to happen in the next few minutes.

Candy walks over to the box and bends at the waist, showing us her rounded ass.

Fuck, I want to make her cheeks pinker, spread her wide and devour every bit of her. She brings everything over, placing it on Mortem’s lap.

“You know, it seems wholly unfair that I haven’t gotten a kiss yet,” I complain.

Candy smiles, placing her hands on my shoulders. I expect her to lean in and kiss me, but nothing with Candy is as it seems.

“Earn it,” she says, kissing my cheek and pulling back.

I groan, but I have no other choice than to fist my cock at the base, squeezing near pain so I don’t make a fool of myself by coming on the spot.

“Which toy will you use to give yourself—and us—immense pleasure?” Mortem says, not even moving an inch with the toys on his lap.

“The flower,” Candy says.

“Ah, the Amaryllis. Fitting, don’t you think? A symbol of strength, love, beauty, and determination,” Mortem responds.

Candy reaches for the toy on Mortem’s lap, but he grabs her wrist, pulling her closer to both of us.

“Are you already wet, little cupid? Or should we put Krampus on his knees again?”

I groan. Fuck, I wanna be used by both of them.

“See for yourself,” she says, making Mortem’s lip twitch.

He lets go of her wrist, his hand going to her hip before cupping her pussy. His long fingers graze against her swollen pink lips, and she whimpers.

“Your cunt is nearly dripping on my hand. What has you so turned on, sweetness?” he asks, gliding his fingers back and forth over her clit. “Knowing how badly we want to watch you touch this cute little pussy, or how badly you want to watch Krampus and me touch each other?”

“Both,” she rasps out, tightening her grip on his shoulder.

“You’re so pretty when you’re honest. Tell me, do you think our little glutton for punishment over here deserves lube? Or should I just use whatever sweet wetness drips out of you?”

“Fuck,” I hiss, grabbing the base of my cock and balls and squeezing even harder.

“You’d like that?” Candy asks me, and I nod in earnest.

“Oh, sweet sunshiny Krampus over here is into it,” Mortem says.

Damn, am I that transparent?

Candy licks her lips. Mortem is barely even moving his fingers at this point, but she doesn’t protest, just accepts any touch he gives her.

She reaches forward on Mortem’s lap and grabs the two pairs of wreath shaped nipple clamps.

“Krampus, baby, how do you feel about matching?” Candy asks.

Mortem smiles. He doesn’t remove his hand from her pussy as she leans over, her tits swaying, and places the clamp on my left nipple before she tightens it.

“Don’t you fucking dare think about coming. You don’t deserve it yet,” Mortem says as Candy tightens it even further.

My nipple feels like it has its own pulse, and I welcome the sensation as Candy secures the second clamp. The pressure is satisfying, and I can’t deny that the festive nature of the design also does it for me.

Candy hands me her set of nipple clamps, and I can’t resist; I grab her breasts with both hands, bringing the first nipple into my mouth.

She gasps, placing a hand on my shoulder for support as I suck and lick and lavish her perfect tits.

“Transform your tongue,” she whispers in pleasure, and I groan.

Her acceptance of that side of me has me feeling feral and ready to do whatever she asks of me. The forked sides of my tongue work in tandem, making her nipple hard. I place the wreath shaped clamp on her dark pink bud. I don’t tighten it as hard as she did mine, but she seems to enjoy the twinge of pain just as much as I do.

I repeat the same process with her other breast, loving how large and soft her tits are. Maybe one day she’ll let me fuck them. Once I earn it, of course.

I screw on the other nipple clamp and admire how perfect she looks.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I tell her, and she bites her bottom lip.

“Edge of the bed, little cupid,” Mortem says, pulling his hand away.

Candy goes to the bed, using the ridiculous number of throw pillows the elves have made me over the years to make herself comfortable. She settles in, perfectly positioned for the best show—both for her enjoyment and ours.

She spreads her legs wide, showing off her glistening cunt. Mortem squeezes my thigh before tapping it.

“Face on the floor, ass in the air,” he says.

I comply immediately, turning my face so I can both watch Candy and enjoy the cold press of my cheek against the hardwood floors.

Candy’s lips part as she brings the toy to her pussy, starting it on the lowest setting. Her eyes shift between watching my pathetic form on the ground and admiring a still fully-clothed Mortem behind me.

Mortem’s hand slides down the crack of my ass as he circles my hole with his fingers. He uses Candy’s juices to push slightly into me.

“Enjoy it, ’cause it’s all you’re getting,” he says, and I grab my length, slightly stroking.

It’s all too much, more than I deserve—watching Candy play with her cunt while taking pleasure in my punishment.

Mortem pushes his fingers in and out of me. Likely not enough preparation for most people. But more than I’d usually spoil myself with.

“What do you think, Candy?” Mortem says, removing his fingers as he teases the toy at my entrance. “Should I be gentle, or should I give him what he wants?”

She licks her lips, her breasts slightly bouncing with her breaths as she holds the toy against her soaking clit. I hope she leaves a stain on my sheets; I hope she asks me to lick it up.

“What he wants,” Candy says as she gauges my reaction.

Shadows grip my waist and spread my ass cheeks wide. It’s almost like Mortem grew multiple phantom limbs at once as he forces the toy inside of me. I groan against the floor, drool falling out of my mouth and wetting beneath me as I take in the mix of pain and pleasure.

I stroke my cock as Mortem shifts the bulbous end, stretching my hole and rubbing my prostate. He shoves it back in and smacks my ass, making me jolt. Candy gasps, her head falling back slightly as one of Mortem’s shadows grabs her wrist.

He tsks.

“Tsk. Greedy. Both of you ready to come before I’ve even taken my clothes off. What am I going to do with both of you?”

“Oh, fuck it. Forget it. I was wrong. Please come fuck me,” Candy begs.

“I thought you were exacting your revenge. That you wanted some sort of cosmic justice?”

Candy shakes her head, trying to push the toy back down to her clit.

“I don’t care anymore, please. Please let me finish.”

“Oh no, little cupid, we’re seeing this all the way through,” Mortem says darkly.