I notice him reach for a juggling pin beside him and then lift it. As he presses it against my wet entrance, my legs tense, and I try to speak around his cock, but he doesn't stop, of course. His thrusts in my mouth become rough, each one a punishing stroke, shutting me up as he eases the juggling pin inside my slippery pussy. The stretch is intense, a delicious agony, and he snarls, pushing slow and deep, each time pressing the pin further inside me. He fucks my face and screws my pussy with the pin, “Suchgreedy fucking holes,” he bites out with frustration, showing how much he is enjoying his depravity.
Saliva, blood and come drip from me, mingling in a slick mess, and his movements grow savage. When I climax around the pin, my body convulses, and he slows down in my mouth, my loud cry vibrating around his cock, sending shivers through him.
He pulls the pin out, the sensation leaving me aching and empty, then drags his dick from my mouth, each of his piercings running across my tingling tongue. With a sudden spin, he turns me upright. As I gather my senses, I feel him unbuckling my legs, leaving me suspended by my arms. He stands, his menacing gaze trailing a heated path over my body, soaking in every inch until he is looming over me. He dips down, capturing my mouth with his in a savage kiss, our tongues battling with a fierce hunger.
Suddenly, he grabs me by the back of my thighs, lifting me with ease and wrapping my legs around his waist. Without breaking the kiss, he sinks his cock into my dripping pussy, the sensation causing me to moan loudly against his lips. He starts to fuck me with a harsh pace, his strong, ripped arms rising above us to grip the wheel for more leverage.
Each thrust is powerful and deep, spreading my legs wider beside him. My tits bounce against his chest, his breath warm against my lips, cut off by occasional kisses. When he starts to pound me into the wood, each stroke drives me closer to the edge, making me scream in ecstasy.
With one final, strong drive, he cum’s inside me, the sensation making me come at the same time. My body shudders violently as we ride out the waves of our shared climax, his cock pulsing deep within me.
I rest my forehead against his shoulder, my body spent as his slows to a halt. He reaches over and releases each of my wrists, the restraints falling away with a small clink.
“Never trust me when it concerns me fucking you, but anything else, pretty girl, I’ve got you.” He murmurs through heavy breaths before placing a hard kiss on the side of my head.
He lifts me further up his body effortlessly, my legs still wrapped around his waist, and I cling to him as he takes me toward the exit. As we leave the room, he throws a thick blanket over my almost naked body, and I snuggle against him.
It’s the night of the circus performance, and I am getting ready in the changing rooms beside Blush, both of us applying our makeup.
“So, the little weasel just left without saying a thing?” she questions about Eli, her voice a tone of shock. I side-eye her, my lips curling into a wry smile as I lean forward, carefully drawing the cracks around my eyes.
“That’s right.”
“You’re staying with Hell now, huh?” she probes.
I sit back, dipping the brush into the paint as I ponder her question. “Yeah, I am,” I admit, the words feeling heavier than they should.
“And he’s being nice?”
I pause, meeting her gaze, and we both burst out laughing, the sound echoing off the walls. “Yeah, real fucking nice. My pussy hasn’t been the same since,” I say through a chuckle.
As the laughter dies down, I find myself thinking about Hell. Despite his insanity, there’s a strange kindness in the way he treats me, and I can’t fault him for how he is with me. He may be rough and completely unhinged, but it almost seems like he cares.
“You know, he actually treats me alright,” I say, my eyes lowering as I speak. Blush smiles, nudging her upper arm with mine.
“Is Noir in love?” she teases, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
I turn my head to look at her, my face expressionless. “I wouldn’t even know what love felt like,” I respond, the word tasting unfamiliar on my tongue.
She nods in understanding, her gaze shifting to her reflection. “Well, I’ve heard it’s when you feel things you’ve never felt before, an intense pull, as if you’ve known that person your entire life and everything flows between you effortlessly.”
I think about her words, a sigh escaping my lips as I look ahead. Why does that description match everything I feel?
“Also, the thought of losing them shatters your heart into a million pieces. That’s a big one,” she continues, her voice softening.
I inhale deeply, leaning closer to the mirror, my breath fogging the glass. “I haven’t known him long,” I mutter.
“So fucking what. When you know, you know. There’s no fighting it, it just happens. Time doesn’t mean shit,” she responds firmly.
Suddenly, there’s a tap on my shoulder, and I pause, my heart skipping a beat. I turn to see Madame and Soul standing there, their presence commanding the room. I glance between them, my confusion evident, until Madame speaks.
“There’s a slight change in the performance tonight, Noir,” she says, her tone calm but firm. I furrow my brow, confused, and she continues, “Hell has been called away to something important, so he won’t be here for the show.”
I inhale sharply, the weight of her words sinking in, and I drop the paintbrush, thinking that my performance might be cancelled.
“So, instead, you will perform with Soul,” she announces, her eyes shifting to him. I meet his gaze, his green swirling eyes locking onto mine as he gives me a big, wicked smile. I’ve been with Hell for a while now, but it seems I barely see Soul or Wrath. I’m still not sure who or what either of them are, but I’m certain I’ll find out in time.
“Everything will still be the same. Soul knows the routine,” she explains. “So the dance on the death wheel and the finale kiss will go ahead as planned.”
