Page 106 of Circus From Hell

“Breed me, Daddy. Make my tummy swell,” I whimper.

He opens me up inch by delicious inch. Arlo’s eyes nearly pop out of his head as he watches my pussy stretch around the thickening length, and Micha looks borderline concerned.

My tongue rattles. I get near to the base, Soren’s large hips forcing my thighs open wider. His suckers and tentacle move deep inside, wriggling and grabbing.

“Where— How does it all— I don’t understand where it fits,” Arlo whispers mindlessly, staring at my gaping cunt. I smirk because those two can’t comprehend what Soren has in store for my insides. I, on the other hand, can’t wait.

“You take me so incredibly well, Karma. I’m so proud of you.” His grip on my throat and thigh helps him thrust into me with force, my head hitting the back of the mirror on my vanity. The whole thing shifts a millimetre every time he bucks forward, the force of his body an assault against me.

He leans in close, pressing his lips to mine. It’s not a kiss; it’s a claim. My arms reach around him, my long, dagger-like, pink and green nails scratching his back, and I can feel the blood beading in trails.

“That’s it, darling girl. Cut Daddy open. He can take it. Just like you take his cock. And you take it so well, don’t you?”

“Yesss,” I hiss. My tongue creeps out, licking up the side of his face, and his eyes flutter shut.

“Yes, what?”

“Yesss, Daddy.”

His force turns utterly feral. He growls as he fills my pussy, and my fingers find the gills on his neck. He shudders as I slide them gently through the slits, and his cock swells suddenly inside of me. I can feel it lengthening, shifting my organs and reaching towards my throat.

“Don’t do that, Karma. I’ll come. No one ever touches me, especially not on my neck.”

But I don’t want to stop. I love the way they feel—damp and pliable—and they flutter around my digits as I move them back and forth. I love how they make his cock swell.

“Oh fuck,” he cries, jackhammering into me. “Don’t stop. More. Your daddy’s going to come.”

I remove my fingers and lock my legs around his waist to trap him on a thrust, holding him still. He sucks in a deep breath as his cock convulses.

“You edged me,” he says in disbelief.

Soren is much stronger than me. He could have easily broken my leg lock—my legs likely would have ripped off at the stitches—but he wanted to edge.

I nod and smile.

“Arlo?” I beckon him over with a finger, and he follows immediately.

“Yes, Karma?”

“I know how much you like sssucking balls into your little mouth. Let’s see if Daddy can stay still in my pussy whilst you play.”

He smirks, moves behind Soren, and drops to his knees. My big, blue monster keeps his eyes on mine as Arlo teases his hands up the backs of his large thighs, taunting and tracing before he leans forward and sucks one ball into his mouth.

“Shit,” Soren whispers, leaning into my neck, inhaling like he’s holding himself back. “You two are going to get in a lot of trouble.”

“That can be arranged.” Micha smirks, hands behind his head as he leans against the mattress and watches us leisurely.

Soren’s tentacle is desperate for him to move. It’s spasming, swirling around my insides, searching for that friction. He groans, his hips against mine. “Let me move, Karma.”

My face stitches pull as I smile wide. “No. Let Arlo play.”

He quirks an eyebrow, like he can’t believe I’ve dared to disobey him.

“Micha?” Soren calls, and the older brother tilts his head, waiting for the request. “Hold Arlo’s head. He’s going to suck my balls as I fuck his girlfriend.” My pussy clenches around Soren, and he shifts his hips minutely, seeking pressure. “No more teasing, darling.” He reaches behind, grabs my ankles, and spreads me apart. Micha lowers to his knees, holding Arlo in place for what’ll likely be a brutal attack against his poor mouth.

Soren doesn’t warn me before he pulls out and slams back in, keeping my legs outstretched and wide open. My head falls back, hair draping behind me, and I scream, his assault far harsher than it was before. It feels like pure ecstasy skating up my back.

“You look so disgustingly pathetic like this, lil bro,” Micha mocks, and I wish I could see what Arlo looked like right now. Soren’s slamming into me quickly and roughly; Arlo’s mouth must be going through torment.