Claiming Cupid I wanted to share with everyone.
When Krampus' gingerbread men bring him a man caught in one of his nets,
all thoughts of eating him fly from his mind. Krampus learns his guest
is Cupid, the Incarnation of Love.
With Cupid missing from the real
world all love is at stake of evaporating. But Krampus intends to claim
Cupid for his own -- even if it kills him.
Krampus looked down at the one who had disturbed him. A two-foot-tall,
battle hardened gingerbread general with a missing gumdrop button and a
bite taken out of his head. A frosted eye patch had been filled in where
his raisin left eye had once been. His edges had started to crumble the
way cookies did. They could fix that by charring the cookie edge, but
Krampus wasn't sure how long this cookie had left to serve him.
"What do you want? Has some of the livestock escaped again? Did you
catch one of your men snacking on my humans again? I've given them
enough warnings not to be lenient. I do get a hankering for gingerbread
once in a while."
"No, Master. Nothing like that. We found something in the nets. It
didn't look like a sugar plum fairy, so I wanted to bring it to you."
"Let me see it." Krampus was intrigued. His gingerbread hardly ever
brought him something interesting. Sugarplum fairies were a delicacy and
went well with human meat pie, but they were difficult to snare even
with the finely woven nets he had cast in the garden. At the thought of
their sticky sweetness, Krampus' mouth watered.
His gingerbread men, along with a couple of toy tin soldiers, dragged in
something caught in a golden net. The creature was unlike anything he
had ever seen. It looked human. Was the same size as one of them, but it
had large white fluffy wings. One of the tin soldiers took something
slung over his shoulder and presented it to Krampus. "We found these on
Krampus bent down and took a golden quiver of arrows with feathered
hearts on the end and a large bow from the soldier. It was tiny in his
large fingers. This being was not from his world. If he was then they
would have been the same height, but Krampus could fix that.
"Release him and leave us."
The tin soldiers left the room, but the general remained.
"What is it?"
"When you're done with him, me and the boys were hoping we could have
the leftovers. He looks tasty." The gingerbread general licked his lips,
revealing needle teeth.
"If there is anything left, then yes. If I keep him, you're welcome to
three of the human stock. But wait for my orders on that."
The corner of his mouth twitched trying to hide his excitement. "Yes,
Master. Thank you." The general left the room and closed the door.
Krampus slowly unwound the fine golden net from the strange creature. He
took care when removing the weave from the large fluffy wings. When he
untwined the strange being, he turned him over to find the most perfect
specimen of humankind he had ever seen. Shiny bronze skin with light
blond hair that curled around a heart-shaped face. Perfectly pouty lips
were relaxed in unconsciousness.
A nasty gash across his forehead marred the beauty of this captured
angel. Dread rolled through Krampus as the recognition set in. If this
being is a real angel, I'm in for some shitty luck. He had to make sure
this creature recovered. First thing to do was to make him the same size
The realm he lived in made him a giant. When he interacted in the human
world, he was a looming figure of seven feet. To mortals he brought
here, Krampus towered twenty feet tall. This creature was no ordinary
human. He lifted him in both hands and laid him on the sofa. The angel
appeared to be a small child as he lay on the couch. Krampus waved his
hand over the being.
The cold grip of the spell sapped his energy. His powers had waned
because Christmas had passed and spring would soon be upon him. They
would return in full force as the summer turned to fall. The room
frosted over in a white film to include the angel. Once the film
cleared, the angel had grown to match Krampus. He found a rag, got a
bowl of water, and pressed it to the cut. The blood came away easily.
Once he was done, Krampus took in the rest of the angel's physique. His
abs were toned and expertly cut. Gold shorts clung to his hips and left
nothing to the imagination. His desire stirred as he studied the bulge
hidden by the golden cloth. He tore his gaze from it and admired the
shapely thighs and calves. Brown leather sandals encased his feet and
twined around over his ankles and were tied with a neat heart-shaped
Nothing else about him seemed to be hurt. Krampus hoped his wings were
intact. The golden net was meant to snare the sugar plum fairies and
break their wings.
"What are you and why did you wander into my realm? Unless you wanted to become a real live tree topper for me next year."