Page 127 of Circus From Hell

“What’s this, darling?” Soren asks as I rip off my jumpsuit. Arlo grins wide. Micha laughs like he’s not surprised I expect one last fuck. Spiral licks his lips and tracks me with a sharp gaze.

I sit back on my mattress, the four of them around me in a semi-circle, and spread my legs. Their eyes collectively heat as I dip two fingers into my mouth, sucking on them before snaking down my stomach to my cunt. I circle the hole, wet with anticipation and excitement.

“Are you teasing us, Stitches?” Micha asks placidly, like the calm before the storm.

Soren folds his arms. “I think she is. She has the pick of the bunch, but she’d rather play with her own pretty pussy.”

“How about we show her how well trained you are now, pup?” Micha clicks his fingers, and Spiral rolls his eyes but drops to his knees with a snarl. “Which do you want? The muzzle or my cock?”

“Your cock, please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please, Master.”

“Impressive,” Soren chuckles. Micha rewards Spiral’s obedience and undoes his trousers. Arlo is fascinated with watching his stepbrother slip inside the clown’s black-painted lips—so am I.

“Suck me. Get me nice and wet for Karma. I’m going to be the first to take her ass.”

Excitement rushes through me, and I nod eagerly.

“We better get her ready then, Blondie.” Soren grabs Arlo by the back of the head, bending down to envelop him in a kiss that makes my knees weak. Arlo is at our daddy’s mercy, taking every shift of his lips and tongue without restraint. “I’ve got plans for you two. But first.” He smirks wickedly, and I stay deadly still as he lowers to his knees in front of me. “Let her suck your pretty pierced cock, Arlo. I’m taking this cunt.”

He pulls out his tentacle as Arlo kneels beside me and reveals his cock, the shiny piercings making the power in my veins fire faster. Both of them are already hard, throbbing, leaking, and it sends a burst of anticipation through my stomach.

“Can I bite?” I ask Arlo.

“Please do.”

He presses the tip to my lips, and my tongue snakes out to wrap around the head and squeeze. Precum beads at the tip which I lick up desperately. My mouth parts to take more, and I let my teeth descend, only enough to scrape, not enough to cut. His responding groan tells me how much he loves it.

“Look at you two,” Micha grins, dragging Spiral to sit on the other side of me. This is what I need at all times—all four of them, surrounding me with sex and devotion. “Watch how well he sucks my cock, Stitches.”

Soren’s tentacle circles my clit as Micha thrusts down Spiral’s awaiting throat. His black, hollow eyes stare up into Micha like he’s both a saint and a demon, his master and his worst enemy. He gags, drools, tears up, but he takes every thick inch.

“Tell Karma how you’ll serve us all for the rest of your life. Thank her for giving us to you, for bringing us together.” Micha pulls Spiral away from his cock and pushes his face to mine, and I release Arlo. Our mouths are millimetres away, and Spiral is gasping, staring at me with wide eyes.

“Thank you, dead girl.”

“You’re welcome, Ssspiral.”

“Good pets. Such good manners,” Soren praises.

“Beg me to put my cock back in your mouth.”

“Fuck my empty whore mouth. Please,” Spiral whimpers, and my arousal swells at the sight of Micha dominating Spiral so intensely. Soren’s suckers tease my clit as Arlo waits patiently and lets me watch the pair.

“Please, what? You know better, mutt.”

“Please, Mast⁠—”

Micha thrusts in deep without warning. Spiral fights with his hands pushing against Micha’s thighs, gagging at the intrusion, but Micha holds onto his head and fucks his mouth regardless.

“Were you saying something?” he asks mockingly, a fire in his eyes I’ll never get over. “Come on. Finish your sentence.” He laughs, shoving his cock deeper, hitting the back of his throat repeatedly. “Don’t be shy now, pup. You have an audience.”

“Eyes back on me, Karma,” Arlo whispers, gently turning my head to look at him. He smiles tenderly, but it doesn’t reflect his erratic movements. His cock is desperate to slip into my mouth, and I let him, not wanting my sweet boy to wait any longer. “You feel so good.”

Soren pushes his tentacle inside as I spread my legs wider to accommodate his large hips. I’ll never get over how big his cock is, how deep it manages to go. He reaches over to Arlo and slips his thick fingers between those plump lips.