Page 73 of Circus From Hell

“Ssssoren,” she whispers, and I have to fight the urge to thrust up before I’m given permission.

“Yes, darling?” he grunts out, and he sounds incredibly jealous. And aroused.

“I want your tentacle in my throat.”

“Of course you do.”

Micha holds my head and forces me to look at him, but I can see Soren moving towards Karma in my periphery.

“Eyes on me, Arlo, and open that damn mouth.”

He taps my lips with the tip of his cock. I part them willingly, and the smirk that grows makes me shiver. Under the shadows and darkness, he looks terrifying, and it reminds me of who I’m dealing with. It throws me back into the past for a moment, into the blood and death, but I look into his eyes. They’re ready to incite pain, but they’re ready to incite pleasure too, and that’s the significant difference that makes me relax and take him as he slips inside.

“Atta boy,” he groans, eyes focused on me as he moves deeper, urging towards the back of my throat. He reaches down to grab the bottom of my shirt and pulls it up to reveal my chest, his fingers trailing lines over my stomach. “Just like that. You lie there and let Karma use your inked body.”

I hear another man groan, and my eyes burn as I push them to see what’s happening in the background, but I’m desperate. Karma’s mouth is wide open, and Soren is standing beside her, his hand on the back of her head as a big tentacle pushes deeper and deeper inside. My eyes nearly bulge out of my head as I see how big it is, how much is already inside and how much more there is to go. There are suckers on the underside that move, searching for something to grab onto.

“Fucking hell,” Micha rasps. “You seeing that, Arlo?”

I nod as much as I can around Micha’s thrusting cock, but it’s not a lot. We’re both transfixed watching Karma’s mouth stretch and Soren’s tentacle move like it’s got a mind of its own. I think it does.

Micha hits the back of my throat, and I gag. He holds my head and pushes as deep inside my mouth as he can go, my nose pressing against his stomach. “Take it, Pipsqueak. I’m not moving back out until you learn no gagging is allowed.”

I force my breath to come in and out of my nose, and just as I think I’ve got it, Karma slowly lowers herself onto my cock. My eyes roll as her pussy envelops me, and I forget there’s a cock in my throat for a whole three seconds. Micha doesn’t let it last any longer, pulling back and slamming into my mouth.

“Ride him, darling,” Soren urges. “I know how good that cunt feels.”

“I’ll know soon enough,” Micha snaps. “She doesn’t get a choice.”

Shit, that thought is way too hot. If I want to last with these two on my body, I have to switch my brain off.

A faint tingle makes my cock jerk as Karma rocks her hips and bounces. The unknown feeling almost makes panic overtake me. She bounces faster, and I feel like something’s gently electrocuting my cock. I try to speak, but my words are muffled around Micha’s length, and he’s too busy watching Karma and Soren to notice my wide eyes. The feeling intensifies as Karma moans, her movements becoming more desperate.

My body seizes, useless to the electrical waves flowing from Karma’s pussy, and it feels like I’m being coated in mini pinpricks. There’s a distant pain to the sensation, and my cock jerks again. My stomach twitches, and it feels like my orgasm is slowly being dragged from deep within.

Micha reaches over to rub Karma’s clit in circles, and she rocks faster. It’s almost too much, and I grab Micha’s thigh, desperate to hold onto something.

“Come for me, little brother. Let me see it drip back out of her.”

“Ah, ah. Keep those teeth back,” Soren chastises. “Are you feeling the electricity, Arlo? Incredible, isn’t it?”

Micha looks down at me with furrowed brows. He presses harder against her clit, and she explodes. I feel the electricity overpower my body, and my orgasm follows hers like a personal demand. My eyes roll back, cum shoots up into her, and Micha slams into the back of my throat.

“Look at you two,” he sighs, fucking my mouth quicker. “Coming together like a pair of whores. Take Soren’s cum, Karma, because Arlo’s about to take mine.”

He slams three more times, groaning out his release as vibrations slowly start to leave my body. I slump against his hold on my head as he makes me take his cum, pushing it down my throat with every thrust. Soren groans loudly, and Karma keeps rocking like she’s not had enough as she swallows copious amounts of seed.

The torment on my body has exhausted me. I feel like my bones are depleted of all energy. Micha lays my head to rest on Karma’s mattress, and I watch with tired eyes as Soren’s cock pulls out of Karma, trails of his cum and her saliva mixing and stringing across from his tip and her mouth. She doesn’t look tired; she looks eager for more. She’s stopped rocking thankfully—I don’t think I can take much more—and she looks down at me with a cum-tainted grin.

“Are you feeling better?” I ask, and she nods quickly.

“Thank you,” she whispers, and Soren slips his hands beneath her shoulders, pulling her off me.

“How are you feeling, Arlo?” Micha asks quietly, leaning down as my eyes flutter shut.

“Exhausted.” I smile. “But perfect.”

“Ouch,” Soren yelps, and my eyes snap open to see him stepping back whilst rubbing his arm. Karma looks sheepish as she also takes a step away. “You… bit me?”