Page 25 of Circus From Hell

“Oh, God,” Arlo sighs, hurrying his thrusts and letting his cock hit the back of my throat. “She has no gag reflex, Micha.”

“Use her as hard as you can then. She’ll take it.”

He listens to his brother, pumping inside my mouth harder, chasing that final release that people lose their minds over. I’ve never experienced an orgasm, but it controls people, makes them do silly things to get one.

I can still hear Spiral walking around, looking for me, but he’s quiet enough that Micha and Arlo can’t hear his footsteps with their regular hearing. Arlo’s heartbeat is still fast, but not out of fear. Arousal has overtaken nearly entirely, and he loses himself to the feel of my mouth.

“Look at how well she’s taking you, Arlo. Say thank you. Our little stalker deserves manners when she takes cock like her life depends on it.”

“Thank you, Karma, thank you,” he groans, reaching forward to grab the top of my head, slamming into me harder. The bells in my hair jingle as he forces himself further down my throat, but I’m too transfixed on the pleasure across his face to care. His dick twitches in my mouth. “I’m close. Her throat feels too good.”

“Atta boy,” Micha chuckles, and I know we’re being too loud, but there’s no fear to fuel the quietness anymore. We’re too wrapped up in whatever the hell we’re doing. “Let’s see how much cum she can drag out of you when I made you finish not even an hour ago.”

Micha releases my forehead, reaches over, and palms Arlo’s balls. The fingers in my hair tighten. Arlo thrusts impossibly hard, and he groans as hot warmth spills into my mouth. He sobs pathetically as he twitches, continuously fucking me with sloppy movements as I draw it all out of him.

“Swallow it, Stitches,” Micha commands quietly in my ear. That’s not my name—doesn’t he know I’m called Karma? But I listen, greedily drinking it down.

“I can’t believe I did that,” Arlo whispers, tucking his cock away as Micha helps me stand, and I use the back of my hand to wipe away the cum and saliva.

When he was using my face, the urge to eat him was there, but the smell and feel of his arousal were enough to calm me. Kreo has been searching for a relaxant to control my ‘demonic urges’ since he realised I was hungry for humans, but nothing has ever succeeded. Until now.

The distraction worked.

Spiral left; it’s safe to go out. I never heard him leave, too obsessed with having a dick in my mouth.

Suddenly, the urge to eat slams back into me, hard enough that I stumble and shove Micha out of my way.

“Go,” I grit out, my whole body jerking and my ankles bending as I walk out on unstable legs from beneath the stands.

“Karma? Are you okay?” Arlo asks, following me with Micha on his tail.

“Go now,” I order, spinning and narrowing my eyes. “I will eat you.”

“Come on, Pipsqueak.” Micha tugs Arlo’s arm, trying to pull him away with cautious eyes as I grab onto my silk in the middle of the ring and cling to it like my life depends on it.

“No, Micha, she’s clearly not okay.”

“She’s a fucking cannibal, Arlo. Go before I sling you over my damn shoulder.”

I hear them eventually retreat, my eyes clamped shut as I focus on the thought of his cock in my mouth, willing it to be enough until they get away. I need to eat despite the fact I ate an hour ago. I’m desperate for more. But I don’t want to eat Arlo. Maybe Micha, but not Arlo.

When I can’t smell their scent or hear their heartbeats anymore, I let go of the silk and stumble out of the show tent to find my own. I feel fuzzy, like my energy has completely depleted, and I don’t understand what’s wrong with me. So much so, that I don’t hear the other heartbeat until I’m pulling back the entrance to my tent and stepping inside.

Spiral.

He’s lying on my mattress, lips pulled up into a disturbing smirk, and the front of his black and white clown suit is unzipped to his hips. In his hand rests his cock as he leisurely drags it up and down, one arm tucked behind his head, eyes hazed as he tracks me. It looks like there’s something attached, still tucked into his suit, but I can’t make out what it is.

“There she is!”

“What are you doing, Sssspiral?” I rest my hand on the pole propping my tent up, trying to stop my vision from doubling. I despise the fact that arousal shoots through my body at the sight of his dick, and I use the excuse that Arlo has caused this reaction. “Get out.”

“I saw you.” He lifts his palm and spits in it, dragging it back down his dick again. “Under the stands. Sucking dirty cock.”

“I ssssaid get out!”

“Erm, nope. I’m having a wank. You’re the one interrupting me.”

“Thisss is my tent.”