Page 108 of Circus From Hell

“Yes. Now,” he demands.

“Get… off…” I grunt. “I need it.”

“No, Karma, you need to relax and get some sleep,” Soren says with a worried glance at Micha’s arms around my waist.

“Do you need someone to eat?” Arlo offers, and I rapidly shake my head.

“I need cock sssstuffing my pussy,” I whine, bucking and kicking, trying to get away from Micha.

“Shit,” Soren grumbles. “I’m pretty sure we’ve turned a cannibal into a nymphomaniac.”

“What do we do?” my sweet little Arlo asks, and my attention turns to his pale neck. There’s dry blood stuck to his skin around the holes my teeth made, and my tongue creeps out my mouth. “Err, why is she looking at me like that?”

“Because I want to ssssuck you dry, pretty boy.”

His eyes go wide. “Your pussy already did that, baby.”

“Again,” I bark, jumping and trying to claw my way out of Micha’s arms. He grunts but manages to hold me and ignore my protests.

“Come on,” he shouts, dragging me out of the tent. “Let’s get you some fresh air.”

“I have an idea, but you won’t like it,” Soren says quietly to Arlo, thinking I can’t hear them, whilst Micha drags me further away.

Micha doesn’t let go of me, pressing his mouth to my ear. “Smell the fresh air, Stitches. You don’t need more cock. You need to calm down.”

“I do need more cock,” I cry, shifting to press my ass into his groin. I grind against him, and his low exhale passes over my ear. His heart rate is slowly speeding up, and I can smell his distant arousal. “You want me too.”

“Of course I do. But not right now, Karma. You need to have a break. It’s healthy or you’ll become obsessed,” he growls.

“I’m already obsessed.” I arch back into him, and he hooks his leg around my ankle, parting my legs to force me still.

My attention is drawn to Soren’s colossal, naked form as he exits my tent. A shirtless Arlo is quick to run out after him, darting towards the show tent on rapid feet. The sight of him running makes me salivate and pushes the urge to chase after, but Soren stops halfway between me and the entrance, his tentacle cock on proud display, making me leak more drool.

What are they up to?

He presses his fingers into his mouth and whistles loudly. “Hey, Karma? Arlo’s cock is waiting for you in there.”

It feels like I’m being goaded, led into a trap, but expectant arousal overpowers my rational brain.

I dash. Micha releases me without argument, and I chase after Arlo, my bare feet landing on long, dry grass.

There’s silence as I barrel through the tent flaps and run into the show ring. The red and green spotlights high up in the ceiling barely illuminate the room, but I see Arlo standing in the centre, arms innocently behind his back. There’s a soft smile on his face.

Behind him are long lines of silk hanging from the tent’s peak. My silk that I use for shows. Bright green and pink to match my hair.

“Come on, pretty girl. You want to bite my cock? Make me bleed?”

I nod mindlessly, the world around me hazing with desperation, blurring at the edges so I can focus on the man in front of me.

I slowly descend on him, dropping to my hands to crawl forward. My stomach feels tight with the need for more release, more filling. I can still feel Soren’s cum smudging around my thighs.

When I reach his feet, my hands slide up his body. They skim the panes of his stomach, across his ribs that are visible beneath his skin. Skin that I want to mar, bite, eat.

No, not eat, remember? We don’t eat this one.

He grabs my wrists and pulls me up to stand. “Can I kiss you?”

Eagerly, I nod again, and he wraps his arms around me, tugging me close. His mouth crashes onto mine, and I devour him. I don’t think I’ve totally convinced my horny brain that he’s off limits in that capacity now. I like him too much to eat him; I want to keep him around.