Page 107 of Circus From Hell

Soren’s body jerks suddenly, and he shouts, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Relax,” Micha laughs. “Arlo, keep your pretty mouth there. I’ve got a tight hole to play with.”

“Don’t you dare,” Soren growls, still pumping into me, focused on our incoming climax.

“Shut up and focus on placating the dead girl.”

Soren leans into my neck, and his teeth dig into the flesh. He groans loudly. I can now see over his wide back, see Micha sitting on Arlo’s lap whilst Arlo continues sucking Soren’s balls, but Micha’s finger is dipping into Soren’s ass. My cunt quivers at the sight, and Soren groans deeply again as Micha smirks and slips his finger in further.

“I bet you’ve never had anyone in this ass. Have you, Soren?”

“No,” he grunts out, and I can feel the electricity powering up inside of me, ready to experience that mind-blowing pleasure.

“We’ll change that. Won’t we, Karma? You want to watch me fuck your daddy’s ass one day?”

“Yesss,” I hiss, digging my fingers into Soren’s shoulders. His tentacle is swelling, expanding, shifting, reaching lengths no cock should reach. The tip snakes through my chest, reaching to the back of my throat. “I’m going to come, Daddy. Fill me up.”

“Say please,” he grunts, grabbing my jaw and forcing me to look at him.

“Pretty pleasssse.”

“Good girl. Now take it. Take it all, my perfect thing.”

I detonate with the first rushed spurt of his cum, so thick and warm and powerful, setting off the sparks from my body. They come hot and fast, flooding me entirely as I cling to his back like I’ll die from the pressure.

Maybe sex is the way I’ll truly die. I wouldn’t mind.

My stomach pushes, rounding and swelling. I slump back against the mirror, Soren panting over me as he shivers and finishes leaking. Micha helps Arlo up, kissing him intensely, before they both turn to look at my stomach. Expressions turn from excited and lustful to downright terrified.

“Holy shit,” Micha mutters, and Soren pulls back, gently grabbing the sides of my stretched stomach.

“Look at this beautiful, bred body,” he murmurs, pulling his tentacle out tauntingly slowly. When he exits, it’s like pulling a plug out of a bath, and he presses down on my stomach, watching the white liquid gush from my hole onto the ground. Everyone stares.

“If Karma hadn’t milked me for everything I’m able to produce with her electric cunt, I’d be hard right now,” Micha admits.

Soren smiles and leans in. “Are you satiated yet, my darling cannibal?”

I feel much better, less on the verge of evaporating if I don’t get pleasure, but there’s still urgency, still the need for more.

“Can none of you fuck me again?” I whimper.

“What?” Micha sputters. “You want more.”

I bite my lip and nod.

“Fucking hell, Karma. You’re testing us,” Arlo says with a soft smile. “Do you want me to eat you out until you’re satisfied?”

“I don’t think she can be satiated,” Soren sighs, but he doesn’t look annoyed. None of them do. They look a mixture of happy and concerned.

Soren steps away, and the sight of his tentacle covered in my cum makes me shiver. His eyes widen as he watches me.

“Oh no,” he laughs exasperatedly, holding his hand out. “No more, Karma. I’m truly spent. You need to wait.”

“I don’t think I can,” I whisper, moving off the vanity and taking slow steps forward. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I can still smell sex in the air, and it’s overpowering. “I need more.”

“Come on,” Micha sighs, stepping forward to wrap his arm around my waist, holding me still so I can’t ascend onto Soren any further. “Let’s get you into bed.”

“No,” I snap, darting forward, arms out in an attempt to reach Soren, but I’m slung back into Micha’s chest.