Page 121 of Circus From Hell

I kneel and move her to the floor in front of him, so he’s watching us from the side. Her back rests against the floor, and I spread her thighs, lifting her ass to rest on my knees. My tentacle grows and shifts, searching for something to penetrate.

“This pussy,” I sigh, using my fingers to spread open the wet slit. Karma mewls, sharp fingers reaching aside to grab Arlo’s knee, and he hisses in a mixture of pain and pleasure as she digs into his flesh.

“Stop teasing me, Soren.”

“Look at how much control you have over your tongue. Clever girl. It’s a shame Arlo doesn’t get to feel it.” My cock presses forward, sliding through the air to press against her clit. Arlo’s eyes are wide and unyielding as one of my suckers attaches to the sensitive bud. “Are you ready for me, darling?”

She nods mindlessly, as though she’s already too consumed by pleasure to think straight. My little nympho. She’s addicted to cock, to pleasure, and we’ll spend the rest of our lives trying to sate her.

Not a bad life, if I say so myself.

I slip inside, my tentacle eagerly pushing deeper, and my hands wrap around her outer thighs. I feel the ridges of her stitches, and the problem one at the bottom of her thigh is starting to come loose. Her stitching was put under a lot of strain when she was tied up by her wrists and thighs, but I’m too busy watching her pussy gape around my thickening cock to care.

Her legs wrap around my waist, and her ankles cross to lock me inside when I bottom out.

“You want this cum, don’t you?”

“You know I do.”

“Gonna show Arlo how full your stomach can get? How you’d look swollen with my seed? You’re lucky you can’t get pregnant, Karma. Otherwise, you’d be in a permanent state, constantly bred by me.”

I pull back enough despite her locked legs to thrust inside. My balls slap against her ass with every rock of my hips. My position on my knees with her lifted hips makes me hit deep territory.

“Can you feel every inch inside of you?”

“So… big…” she gasps, grabbing for Arlo blindly.

When I shift back, I hear flesh tear, and I rut back inside as her left leg disconnects from the thigh to land beside us.

“Shit!” Arlo shouts, but Karma is too focused on her pleasure to care that her leg just fell off.

“Get the thread from her tent. Stitch her back up,” I grunt, grabbing her hips to slam into her. Arlo doesn’t miss a beat, his naked ass running out the tent to fulfil my demands. Karma’s eyes roll into the back of her head, her pussy tightening and twitching around me. I reach over and grab her breasts, thumbing her nipples and circling the piercings.

Arlo returns quickly, crouching beside Karma, but I don’t relent. I couldn’t stop myself if I tried, if she begged. I’m at a loss to the euphoria that only someone like her—someone who can’t feel pain and stretches to the size I need—can gift me. It’s a gift I’ll both treasure and abuse until I die.

“Could you not use your magical penis for ten seconds? I can’t get the thread through,” Arlo mutters as he holds her leg together and shakily slips the second stitch through.

I release her left breast and reach over to his cock, grabbing the throbbing appendage and moving my hand up and down quickly. “You’re so pent up.”

“That’s… not… helping.” His hips thrust on their own accord, and he gives up trying to finish Karma’s leg.

Her electricity makes the tip of my cock tingle and ripple down to the base, expanding suddenly without warning. My balls and cock swell within seconds and burst. Karma groans out from the gush, setting off her own orgasm. Arlo’s cock shoots cum to coat her growing stomach. We both watch her stomach get bigger and bigger.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get over seeing that,” Arlo exhales, panting with me as Karma smiles happily at the ceiling.

“You doing the honours?” I ask as I slowly start to pull out. He lays his hand on top of her stomach, smudging his cum into her skin. When I’m fully out, he pushes slowly, and Karma starts twitching. The copious amount of white seed squirts out of her cunt to cover her thighs and my deflating tentacle.

We fall into a tangle on the floor, moving Arlo to the middle. Karma snuggles into his chest, and I wrap my large arms around the two of them. The circus will be up and active soon, and we’ll have to figure out what happened to Micha and Spiral, but for now, we lie in a heap of bliss.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

MICHA

Irip apart Spiral’s tent, throwing everything I can get my hands on, searching for something, anything, that proves he’s dangerous. That he’s a liar. That he’s going to kill Karma. There are empty, half-empty, and full bottles of alcohol strewn across the floor, cigarette butts across the vanity, and packets of drugs nearly everywhere I look.

“You won’t find anything,” an unfortunately familiar voice says quietly behind me from the tent entrance.

“Get the fuck away from me.” I grab an empty bottle by the neck, smash it against the side of the dressing table, and hold the remaining upper half with jagged edges out in front of me like a weapon. I don’t care that I’m fully naked.