Page 44 of Circus From Hell

“I’m fine,” he mutters, looking away from me, but something doesn’t feel right.

“What issss it?”

“Nothing.”

Soren shifts back, letting his knees fall aside to sit cross-legged, and my eyes hone in on the appendage between his thighs. I wasn’t able to see it before, but I can now, in all its glory.

It’s a lighter blue than the rest of his body. It’s huge—long and thick at the base, getting thinner at the end until it’s a rounded point. The top is smooth, whereas the underside has circles that I’m not familiar with.

A tentacle.

“Are you looking at my cock, Karma?”

I nod, pressing my face against the bars to take a closer look. “I’ve never ssseen that.”

Soren chuckles, bringing his hand down. The tentacle moves on its own, curling around his wrist and squeezing tight.

“It needs release. That’s why it’s looking to latch.”

“Isss that why you’re in pain?” He nods. “Can’t you do sssomething about it?”

“It doesn’t like my hand as much as a warm hole.”

Snake chitters before jumping off my head and scurrying into the darkness, probably going to guard the door.

“Why are you horny?” I ask.

“I get a lot of buildup. If I don’t release it often, it starts to hurt.” His other hand reaches beneath the tentacle to grab his balls. “I can feel how full they are.”

His tentacle pops off his wrist, the suckers audible, and it starts to move in my direction like it has a mind of its own. Soren grabs the bottom and squeezes, exhaling sharply. It’s erotic, and the need to touch it makes my stomach clench.

“I can help you,” I whisper, pressing my face against the cage bars. “I like sssucking cock, Sssoren.”

“You don’t understand, Karma. There’s too much cum. It would drown you.”

“I can’t drown. I don’t need oxygen.”

His eyes widen, and his tentacle twitches like it enjoys that news.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to, you know. You can walk away. I’ll be okay.”

I’ve been exploring a lot of my sexuality recently. Up until this point, I was still expanding my mind, and I’m slowly becoming desperate for more.

My fingers reach behind me for the zipper of my jumpsuit, and I slowly drag it down, letting it slip off my shoulders. Soren’s eyes track my breasts as the material clumps at my waist. The metal in my chest and nipples glisten under the shine of his eyes, and I continue to pull the jumpsuit off until it’s in a pile beside me.

“You’re exquisite,” he whispers. His cock twitches around his hand, and he grabs it, stroking slowly.

I lean forward on my hands and press my face against the bars again, the smell of Soren’s arousal making saliva drip from my mouth. “Let me sssuck it.”

His head hangs back as he groans, and desperation fuels his movements. He shifts forward on his knees. He has to tilt his head aside so it doesn’t bash into the cage ceiling, and he grips the base of his tentacle, letting it glide through the cage bars. It searches for my mouth, and I slip my tongue out to wrap around the tip.

“Look at that thing.” Soren urges forward, closing in on my mouth. I let it slide in, a sweet, unfamiliar taste coating my buds, and a thick string of precum drips heavily into the back of my throat.

Arousal pumps through me, but there is no desire to eat this man. I don’t know what it is about him that controls my senses, but not once have I felt the urge to sink my teeth into his flesh. Maybe it’s because he’s not human and doesn’t smell or taste the same; maybe it’s because his two hearts don’t speed up in fear; maybe it’s a combination of the two.

My fingers creep to my pussy as his tentacle slides down my throat. It’s so long, so big. I can feel the suckers pressing against my tongue as I take him impossibly further.

“No one can take my full cock down their throat,” Soren groans, watching me like he’s mesmerised. “But you can. You’re perfection.”