Page 103 of Circus From Hell

He whistles, a short, snappy sound, and Arlo crawls over. Micha grabs the back of his head and shoves it into my spread pussy. Arlo’s tongue immediately darts out to take over. I cry out as he devours me like he’s trying to eat me alive, and Micha doesn’t let up, holding him there and forcing him to please me.

“Look at my little whores. Is he making you feel good, Karma?” I nod mindlessly against the mattress, a guttural moan being dragged from my throat when Arlo sucks on my clit, using his teeth to scrape the sensitive flesh. “He’s not going anywhere until you squirt on his face. If you want to get your cock touched, Arlo, you’ll put your fingers inside of her. Now.”

He slips two inside without missing a beat, so quick and obedient, and I feel the stretch immediately.

I need more; it’s not enough.

I want to burst.

I need continual orgasms.

Is this what addiction feels like?

“Let’s get you ready,” Micha whispers to his brother. He reaches around to undo Arlo’s trousers one-handed and pulls out his cock as he holds his face to my pussy. From the angle of my head against the mattress, I can see perfectly as Micha wraps his hand around the hard, pierced cock, and drool leaks out my mouth.

He strokes Arlo over, and the sight makes me clench around Arlo’s pumping digits. Sparks dance around my fingers, lighting my body up.

“Pump her little cunt faster, Arlo. Make her squirt over your face. You heard Soren; she’s desperate. She’ll take your tongue and fingers, then your cock, and then my cock. When Soren’s back, she’ll take his too. Do you think that’s enough to sate you, Stitches?”

Can anything sate me at this point?

I can’t answer, unable to do anything but scream as the promise of more leads me to undo, and my orgasm rushes out of me. It feels like a gush, coating Arlo’s face, but his tongue is relentless, working me through it.

“Atta girl,” Micha says with a tone that suggests he’s genuinely proud of me, and I don’t know why that makes my cunt ache, even as my orgasm begins to subside. Micha tugs Arlo’s head away, but before I can comprehend, Arlo grips my hips and twists me over.

He smiles down at me. Micha still slowly strokes him, urging his brother between my spread legs. Micha releases the pierced appendage and grabs my ankles to hold me open for Arlo as he grabs his base and pushes it forward, rubbing the tip over my clit. I moan and arch my back, trying to move forward to get him to fill me. My arousal shoots back up immediately, like I never had an orgasm, and I’m unbearably desperate all over again. I didn’t feel this way before these men introduced me to the world of pleasure; it’s like my body can’t get enough.

“Watch his cock slipping inside of you, Karma,” Micha instructs as Arlo slowly pushes deeper. “Arlo was supposed to fuck you first, but you took Soren and Spiral before him, so you’re going to make that up to us, aren’t you?”

I nod mindlessly, my bells jingling, and Arlo sucks in his bottom lip as he stretches me around his piercings. It doesn’t matter that Soren is significantly bigger than Arlo. They offer completely different feelings of pleasure, and this is one I know I’ll never get tired of. I won’t get tired of any of them.

I only have Micha left to conquer.

“I think Arlo deserves some of your pretty pain, Karma.”

Arlo bottoms out inside of me with a loud whimper, and Micha shoves his head forward with a harsh grip until his breath dances over my ear. I pull back my lips and lean into his neck, biting and digging the triangular points of my teeth before he knows what’s happening. Arlo cries, pulling out to slam back in with eager thrusts, like the pain kicks him into action. He ruts into me, panting and begging me to keep biting him. I suck and drink his blood, tasting the delicious concoction, but it doesn’t send me into a rush of bloodlust and hunting. His cock, the smell of his arousal, keeps me grounded in the obsession of flesh pounding into flesh.

“Holy fuck, Karma. I love this pussy. I could die in this pussy.”

“Don’t do that. I want to hear your beating heart when you come. I love the sssmell of you.”

“How does that dead pussy grip, Arlo?” Micha asks.

“Fucking beautifully.”

“Then use it harder. Make those bells sing.”

He pulls back, and blood drips down my chin. I lick the liquid off my teeth with the forked point of my tongue. The pair stare at Arlo’s cock pumping in and out like it’s the most mesmerising thing they’ve ever seen, and the smirk on Micha’s face tells me that he’s excited for his turn.

He’ll get a turn, alright.

No matter what.

“Look at all that blood on you both,” Micha taunts, releasing my legs to wrap his hand around Arlo’s throat, pressing his thumb into the large bleeding dent I’ve created. Arlo’s eyes roll to the back of his head, his hands reaching for my thighs, using them to fuck me harder. Micha squeezes his neck, pressing further into the wound, and the noise that’s forced out of Arlo’s pale throat is nothing short of perfection. A broken, high-pitched moan that makes my cunt twitch.

Arlo’s cock is rock hard, his piercings popping in and out, and the noise of my drenched pussy being abused rounds the tent. His hips snap, desperate to follow the pleasure, and that feeling of intense incoming begins to return, something I’m slowly starting to become familiar with. Addicted to.

Orgasms. I think I’m addicted to orgasms.