Page 19 of Circus From Hell

“Don’t move,” Micha warns quietly from somewhere down the alley, but I’m too transfixed on her eyes to listen as she inches closer until her face is directly in front of mine, the green glow burning to look at. They have white crosses instead of black pupils.

That tongue darts out again, the forked tip tracing atop her daggered teeth, still covered in blood. It keeps moving out, getting longer and longer, reaching for my skin. A scared whimper breaks free of my trembling mouth as she licks a slow trail up my cheek, the ridges of three silver tongue piercings dragging against my flesh, but my body betrays me.

My cock hardens at the feel of her tongue, an arousal I’ve never felt so potently overcoming my mind, and I can’t stop myself from groaning as she drags her tongue down my neck.

What the hell am I doing?

“You taste ssso good.” Her voice is a raspy whisper, and her long tongue vibrates when she speaks, like a snake. A pointed nail drags down my chest, slowly and tauntingly, circling the ridges of one of my pierced nipples through my shirt. “I want to eat you, Arlo.”

My name on her long tongue, the feel of her touching me—it shouldn’t be overpowering my fear. I should fight. Try to run. Try to get away.

Her nail drags lower, reaching the waistband of my trousers, and only then do her eyes, which have been entirely transfixed on my face, move to look down when her palm moves further, caressing my bulge.

“Fuck,” I cry, turning away to find Micha. His face is contorted in disturbance as he watches, hands out like he wants to jump in and help but doesn’t know how. When his eyes find mine, I scrunch them shut, hoping he can’t see the arousal painted on my face.

“You’re lucky,” she whispers, moving back up to put her lips to my ear. “Your hard cock sssaved you tonight, human. I will eat you alive next time I sssee you.”

She reaches back and flips over her body to land on her hands and knees again, turning to face Micha. She bears her teeth, hisses violently, and dives into the shadows, rushing away without another look.

My whole body slumps, fear forcing me to crash, my hand coming up to rest on my chest. My cock twitches behind my trousers, aching with the need for release, and I can’t begin to explain why I’m so turned on. It feels like I’ll die if I don’t relieve myself.

Micha’s staring at the empty space where she was only moments ago, his eyes as wide as they can go, his body as still as ice. He’s staring, unable to comprehend what he’s seen, and the sight of him makes my cock ache harder.

“Micha,” I groan, hand reaching to grab my dick, praying it’ll stop leaking precum if I can tame my arousal. Only when he hears me does he finally move. He crouches down beside me, face full of concern.

“Are you hurt?”

“Not hurt,” I pant, grabbing the collar of his shirt and dragging him down to meet me. “Horny. So fucking horny.”

He releases a shocked laugh. “Horny? Seriously?”

“It’s not funny. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Help me.”

“Okay, okay,” he whispers, eyes scanning my body. “What do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know. I just want it to stop. I can’t take it. Please, Micha. I need to come.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

MICHA

I’ve never seen Arlo like this. His cheeks are covered in a deep blush, and his eyes keep scrunching like he’s in pain, but I know it’s not pain. His hand keeps squeezing the bulge in his trousers.

My brain is still playing catchup. I can’t fathom what happened properly. Did she do something to him to make him this way? Or does he simply fancy the circus girl?

“I think there’s one option for me here, Pipsqueak.”

He looks up at me with that innocent tinge, and it’s my cock’s turn to jerk.

I shouldn’t let myself give into this, but he looks so needy, so desperate. I can’t leave him like this.

“Mouth or hand?”

“W-What?”

“Do you want to fuck my mouth or my hand? My ass isn’t on the table in the back of an alleyway, I’m afraid.”

He looks around, like he forgot where we are.