Page 26 of Circus From Hell

“I’m in charge, Karma. And if I want to lay here and fuck my fist to the thought of that cock in your dead mouth, I will do so.”

My mind goes blank, and the sight of his naked stomach makes me snap, lunging forward and landing on top of him, my jaw cracking open wide to devour his flesh.

“Fuck!” He kicks up, trying to get me off him, but my teeth snap as I attack him like a rabid dog, searching for any skin to dig into. “Get off me, you psycho!”

He wraps his hands around my throat, straightening his arms to lock his elbows and hold me away as I claw and bite and scratch. My thighs spread wide as I straddle him, and every time he bucks his hips up to get me off, he rubs the spot between my legs with his wet cock.

Sparks dance around my fingers, crackling with electricity as the pent-up pleasure overwhelms me. I shiver, my attacks slowing down.

My hips thrust without my permission, and a groan leaves my lips. My pussy slips over his cock, soaking the material of my jumpsuit and rubbing back and forth.

“Oh, you dirty thing,” Spiral spits, holding my throat as I buck, the urge to eat him dissipating slowly as the desperation to follow this feeling overwhelms me. I’ve never felt anything like this. “Humping me like a little whore. I knew you were disgusting.”

His words make me snap out of it, but as I dive forward, ready to eat, he darts up and flips us over, pinning me to the bed.

“Pathetic slut,” he spits, too close to my face but not close enough for my teeth to reach. His split tongue reaches out to lick my cheek as I jerk away. “Using me to get off because another bastard left you high and dry.”

“I’m going to kill you, Sssspiral.”

“You stop trying to eat me when you get horny,” he laughs, fingers dancing over my chest, circling my pierced nipple over my skin-tight jumpsuit, and he’s immediately proven right because my fight leaves my body as pleasure surges. “Even the dead girl wants to be touched. Does Kreo know about your naughty side, Karma? How would he feel if he found out you’d been sucking cock?”

His words are a distant bother as he roughly grabs my breast before dragging his palm down my body and cupping the space between my thighs. The touch is like fire, and he presses a spot that makes my back bow.

“Look at you. So needy for your empty pussy to be filled. Beg me to fill you up, and I might let you squirt all over my cock.”

“Sssspiral,” I mewl, and his eyes gleam with expectancy as he rubs his thumb in a circle over my clit. He loves having me in his hold. But I hate this clown with all my non-existent heart. So much so that I’d sacrifice this feeling to piss him off. “I want Arlo’s cock. Not yoursss.”

His eyes narrow and darken, but before he can taunt me any further, I dart up and sink my teeth into his arm. Fabric and blood fill my mouth instantly. He screams out in pain and jerks back, my teeth slipping out of the holes they made as he scrambles to get away. The taste of his blood makes me want more, and I’m quick to move onto my hands and knees, stalking forward.

“You bit me!” His cock juts out, hard and throbbing, and my mouth leaks at the thought of clamping down on it and tearing it off. “Stop looking at my cock like you’re going to eat it.”

“I am.”

Fear crosses his face, a victory for me, before he shoots up and runs out the tent, but I’m hot on his heels.

I dive, taking him down to the floor, and we’re a mixture of growls and shouts as we fight on the grass, rolling over each other and aiming without really seeing. He’s fighting me with everything he can, but he’s getting tired, and soon, he won’t have any more to give. Serves him right for being such a cocky cunt.

I draw more blood from scratches on his chest, and he manages to get a couple decent deflective blows in too, but the fact I can’t feel pain makes me stronger.

“You can’t… kill me… Karma,” he manages to say, lifting his arms to shield his face as my nails dart towards his eyes. “Kreo… would be… furious.”

That makes me decelerate.

He’s right—Kreo would be.

“I hate you,” I spit, using his face to shove myself up and walk backwards, putting a few feet between us whilst not letting him out of my sight. My stomach grumbles loudly.

“Ditto, dead girl.”

“Ssso why did you go into my tent?”

He laughs, still lying on the floor. “Just to inform you that I know your dirty cock-sucking secret. And unless you want Kreo finding out, you won’t see those boys again.”

Why would he care about who I see?

He doesn’t. He wants another thing to hold over my head. Another means of control when his owner is away. He’s been the leader of the clowns since before Kreo created me, and he has a lot of control over the rest of the circus at Kreo’s side.

But I don’t want to upset Kreo.