Page 149 of Circus From Hell

“Not yet,” he grins. “Let go of his cock, Karma.” I shake my head, but she smirks around Soren’s cock, releasing me as my orgasm is about to hit. Spiral stills inside of me, and I sob, my cock and ass twitching as if I’ve slammed into a stop sign.

“I’ll never get over that sight,” Micha sighs.

I shake and blow out a breath, trying to calm myself as Spiral slowly starts moving inside me again, Karma’s hand returning to my throbbing dick.

“Your cock feels surprisingly big for a mere human,” Soren grunts.

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” Micha bites back.

“Yes. You want me to try and put mine in yours?” he mocks.

“Fuck no. You’d split me in half. Karma’s body is designed to take that thing. Mine isn’t.”

Karma’s electricity sparks out her fingertips as Spiral slams into us, tingling my cock and making me clench.

“Holy fuck,” Spiral cries. “Your holes are begging for it.”

“Please, Spiral. Please let us come,” I pant, rocking back onto his cock and simultaneously shifting in Karma’s warming, whirring hands.

“As soon as you make Daddy come, you can come.”

Karma and I move our mouths desperately. Soren’s tentacle twitches, swelling and growing. I lift up my hand to reach for his balls, and I can feel Micha fucking him. The sight makes me drool. I grab Soren’s balls in my hand and massage them as we kiss, lick, and suck his tentacle.

As soon as I squeeze them, he groans loudly and grabs his cock, aiming the tip into my mouth and ejaculating copious amounts of seed. I gag and cough—there’s far too much for me to take alone—and let it drip down into Karma’s awaiting mouth. She catches it happily, swallowing every droplet like it’s heaven itself.

Micha’s eyes snap open as he reaches his own orgasm, staring into my eyes. His lips part to release a cry that’s a mix between a guttural groan and a broken whimper. The sight of him staring at me and fucking Soren’s ass through his orgasm makes me twitch in Karma’s hands.

“Shit, that was hot,” Spiral whines, pumping into us faster.

“You did as you were told. You three can come now,” Micha says between gritted teeth as he pulls out of Soren’s ass, trails of cum dripping to the floor.

Karma squeezes the base of my cock and rubs the top half with fast pumps. Spiral’s thrusting cock sends me over the edge. Pleasure tightens inside me to the point of pain as my cum shoots up Karma’s stomach to coat the bottom of her breasts. She cries out, unable to do anything but hold onto my leaking cock as she comes, and Spiral follows with a shout. He uses us to milk both his cocks for all he has, filling my ass alongside Karma’s pussy.

The three of us fall into a panting pile as Soren and Micha start to clean us up with cloths they find around the room. I’m too satiated to move, snuggling atop Karma and beneath Spiral, and we let them clean up what they can.

“You did so good,” Micha whispers into my ear. “I’m proud of you, little brother.”

“Thank you, Micha,” I sigh, reaching my hand out to tug him closer. I need to feel him.

“Let’s get you lot dressed and into the car. I think it’s time we finally left this wretched place,” Soren demands as he picks up Spiral with one arm and Karma with the other. Micha carries me bridal style across the small room.

Karma and I smile at each other as I’m dressed by Micha, and my heart skips a beat at the sight of her true smile. Her own smile.

It’s beautiful.

Her pink jumpsuit is well and truly torn beyond repair thanks to Spiral, as well as the blood soaked into the sequins, but she doesn’t seem to mind that. I don’t think she cares about being naked.

As soon as Micha is finished with me, he presses a kiss to my cheek and makes a move to get Spiral ready. The clown isn’t as cooperative as me, and I hear Micha threaten the muzzle, but I’m too busy skipping over to Karma.

“Are you ready to leave now?”

She nods. “I think so.”

“It’ll be okay,” Soren whispers, because it’s clear Karma will always be hesitant when it comes to change. Her life is hardwired into her. And if I ever see that fucking clicker Kreo used as his ‘failsafe’, I’ll smash it to pieces, burn it in a fire, and throw the ashes into the ocean.

“Come on, you three.” Micha walks over with Spiral nuzzled into his arms, looking ever the peaceful brat. “This one’s had a long day.”

“You’re treating me like a child.”