Page 72 of Circus From Hell

I roll my eyes but smile, and we let the moment envelop us, staring into each other’s eyes in a very raw show of heartfelt emotion. There’s so much we pushed away. So much hate and trauma and death.

A whimper drags everyone to stare at the naked body on the bed. Karma’s eyes scrunch as she whimpers again, and her head thrashes back and forth.

“Karma?” Soren calls out, rising to his knees and moving closer to her body. Snake jumps back, running in circles like he doesn’t understand what’s happening.

“Sssspiral,” she hisses, eyes still shut. Her fingers dig into the mattress, and her back arches. “Kill me. Kill me. Please, kill me.”

I grab her wrist, feeling her cold skin. “What’s wrong with her?”

“I think she’s dreaming,” Micha answers, grabbing her chin to stop her from racking it side to side.

“The pain. Make it stop. Pleassse,” she whines, her feet kicking out. “Fill me. Fuck me. Make it stop.”

“Shit, what do we do?” I shout, worry striking my heart.

“Karma? Wake up!” Soren shouts, and Micha shakes her shoulders. “Come on, Karma. You’re safe now. Wake up, darling.”

Her eyes snap open, the green light shining up to the roof, and her body stops moving completely.

“Sssspiral?” she asks quickly, turning to face Micha and dragging him in by the collar.

“He’s locked away in the cage,” Soren interjects.

“The pain is gone. Sssomeone needs to fuck me. Now.”

“What?” Micha sputters, and Karma drags him further down.

“It aches, Micha. I need to come.”

Snake is quick to run out of the tent, and he looks like a rat on a mission.

“Everyone calm down,” I say in a last-minute attempt to lower the tension in the room and give my heart a second to catch up. Micha, Soren, and Karma all turn to face me, and I hesitate under their gazes, but the relief that washes over me has me staggering to be near her. “Karma, slow down and tell us how you’re feeling.”

“Like I’ll die if I don’t have an orgasssm in the next five minutes. Arlo, I need you to fuck me.”

“Will that help? If I fuck you?”

She nods and makes a grabbing motion with her hands. Micha and Soren move out of the way as I lie on the mattress beside her. I’m hoping to kiss her and talk a little more, but she rolls over and straddles me, pinning my shoulders to the bed.

“Sssspiral felt so good inside of me.”

So she did want him? Jealousy mixes with growing arousal as she roughly unbuttons my jeans and tugs them down enough to pull out my hardening cock. She looks frustrated that it’s not hard immediately and at her disposal, but her hand squeezing the base is doing a good job changing that.

“Micha, kissss him.”

My eyes go wide, and I look at my stepbrother. My stomach dips at the thought of him creating a fuss or rejecting me in front of Karma and Soren, but he’s quick to lean down.

“You want my tongue in your mouth, little bro?”

“Fuck yes.”

There’s no patience behind his movements, and my dick hardens completely in Karma’s hand as Micha takes my mouth with his. He asserts his ownership, immediately dominating the kiss and forcing my pierced tongue to follow his when he slips it between my lips.

I grab his shirt and pull him closer as Karma runs her hand up and down my length. He swallows my needy groan. Karma sticks her tongue out to lick the tip of my cock, and I feel her saliva coating me, getting me ready for her. Her tongue winds around the base and slowly trails to the tip, lapping up the precum she’s forcing out.

“Pretty boys that fuck dead pussy like their life depends on it get their face used.” Micha grins and pulls back, undoing his jeans and pulling out his hard cock. “She needs this, Arlo. You gonna give it to her?”

“Yes,” I pant. Karma’s movements are hurried and desperate as she moves up onto her knees and shifts to hold the tip of my cock to her pussy.