Page 93 of Circus From Hell

I cry out as it overwhelms me, shivering with the intense orgasm, and Soren’s warm cum shoots inside me with force. It keeps going, like it’ll never stop, and every thick string makes my sensitive pussy twitch, milking him entirely. He admires my stomach as it swells and grows, and my orgasm teeters away, leaving me feeling fuller than before.

I fall forward on his chest, and he wraps his strong arms around me. His big cock is deflating, but it stays inside my warm hole. So much cum is inside of me that I can feel it slowly leak back out, and I watch from my vantage point as it coats his balls.

“I’m keeping your bred womb full for me.”

“Keep it in there as long as you want,” my mouth says from across the room. I rock my hips as that neediness washes over me. Soren grabs my waist to hold me still, and I pout. He looks split between watching my head and watching my body, but he eventually settles on my eyes. “I’ve come twice already this morning, darling. You’re going to have to give me a bit of a break.”

I don’t listen. Normally, once the orgasm is over, I feel at least half-satiated. Ready for more but ready to step back and have something to eat.

Not anymore.

It’s overwhelming, pushing past Soren’s protests, pushing against his hands as he tries to hold me still. He shivers, shaking his head against the mattress.

“My tentacle is sensitive. It’s too much.”

“Sssshut up,” I hiss, rocking my hips quicker. The pleasure feels harder to succumb to now that I’ve already had an orgasm, but my body is desperate to work for it again.

I pinch my pierced nipple, feeling Soren’s suckers latching and unlatching. But he grabs me firmly and pulls me away, his long cock slipping out to let the cum gush, my belly slowly deflating as the proof of his orgasm drenches my mattress.

Damn, I’ll need a new one now.

“Why?” I whine as he stands and sits me on my vanity as if I weigh nothing. He moves down, grabs my head, and holds it in his hand.

“We’ll go again soon, darling. But I want your pretty face back on your head now.”

I groan, trying to combat the need to come again. It’s hard to ignore its persistence.

“Grab the needle and thread,” I sigh, taking my head from him and wiggling it back into place on my neck. “You’ll need to help me.”

He nods and replaces my hand to stabilise my head so it doesn’t shift as I thread the needle through my skin. Soren watches with morbid curiosity as I make five ties at the front. My arms burn as I reach blindly for the back of my neck, and I’m sure it looks like a jumbled mess of flesh and thread back there, but when I shake my head, it feels stable.

Soren releases me and steps away. I quickly wrap my collar back around my throat, hiding the stitches.

“Can we fuck now? Hasss it been long enough?”

He folds his arms and shakes his head with a humorous smile. “What did we unleash in you? I make a lot of cum, Karma, but it takes time. I’ve already filled you and Spiral today. Give me an hour at least.”

I whine, and he steps in to give me a hug.

“I can’t wait an hour,” I mutter.

“You’ll have to because Arlo and Micha won’t be back until later, and there’s no one else who is allowed to touch you.”

Spiral flashes through my mind, but I quickly shake that thought away when I remember the pain he put me through. I hate how I have that weakness now, how Spiral knows how to unlock it. I hate that I loved having both his cocks in me despite the pain. I hate it all.

“We can go and find Arlo and Micha,” I say hopefully.

“That’s way too dangerous in broad daylight. You’ll have to learn to be patient.”

That’s the last thing I am, and with this desperate need coursing through me, I don’t know how long it’ll be until it’s all-consuming.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

MICHA

6 Years Ago

Ihate my dad.