Rage

Chapter 6

Chapter Six

R iff’s gaze turned feral in a flash. He tongued one of his fangs, snapping the string of pre-cum—or incubus spit—webbing from the tip of Daemon’s cock to the clown’s exaggerated red grin.

The lust rolling off the both of them was thick enough to choke on.

“Fuck me, Daddy.” Of all the times Riff had jokingly called Daemon daddy, this was the first time those two syllables were spoken like that, dark and laced with desire.

Daemon stood there, jaw flexing. Wrath and hunger poured off him, an energy so powerful and intoxicating that the entire audience was drunk off it.

“Fuck the clown!” the audience started to chant, some of them pumping their fists while others had their hands full. “Fuck the clown!”

Daemon’s gaze shifted to Alistair, who gave the tiniest nod of approval.

Raff pulled his fingers from me and spat on my ass. Goosebumps crawled up my spine as I felt a thick gob of saliva slipping down the crack of my ass and oozing between my labia. He cursed as he took in the sight, appreciating the obscenity of it all before pushing his fingers back inside me and spreading them wide. My nails dug into the dirt floor, and he hummed at the lewd sounds crawling up my throat.

"Fuck, I can't wait to hear the filthy little sounds you make when I stretch you with my dick."

He paused, and I knew he'd decided right there that that was exactly what he was going to do. Withdrawing his fingers from me again, his arm banded around my middle, and he plucked me off the ground, pulling me with him as he sat up with his back propped against the platform where I'd opened the act.

I settled down in his lap with my chest to his back, legs spread wide. Gripping his thighs, I pushed myself up, allowing him to line our bodies up. His arm jerked me back down, spearing me onto him. A scream wrenched from me when his cock punched into a much tighter place.

“Wrong hole!” I choked out in a way that had Alistair smirking from across the ring.

Raff’s mouth brushed the shell of my ear, and I felt his smile stretching against my skin. "You don't have any wrong holes. Not to me."

Luckily, his sex demon saliva made for the perfect lube, allowing him to slip in easily. My own weight pushed him in so deep I swore I could taste him in the back of my throat.

Movement jerked my gaze up to see Daemon, with his grip still tight around Riff’s horn, walking him toward me. With the last few steps, Daemon gave him a push.

Riff was more than a clown, more than an incubus, more than a knife thrower. He was also an accomplished acrobat. He could have caught himself, but we were performing for an audience here so he knew his role in the moment.

The clown pretended to stumble, falling on his hands and knees as he skidded through the dirt, so close to us that when he lifted his head, his breath fanned over the place where his brother and I were connected.

Daemon dropped to his knees, sunk his hand into Riff’s hair and wrenched his head up, forcing our eyes to lock. "I want you to feast on this pussy like it’s your last meal while I fuck you from behind.”

Riff gripped me by my thighs and tossed me a wink before allowing Daemon to shove his head between my apex.

It was a pretty picture, seeing that mop of blue hair framed between my thighs while the ridges of his horns rubbed my flesh raw as he devoured my pussy.

My head dropped back as I stared up at the center pole. The tent’s black and white stripes started to blend as Raff savagely fucked my ass while Riff painted lick after sloppy lick to my center, from my clit down to his brother’s cock.

Their searing body heat danced over my skin like fire, and the crowd’s attention on us only added to the flame.

Pretending to be helpless while the twins used me however they pleased was a fan favorite. In turn, their dark lust fed me, filling my veins with power—making me anything but helpless.

My eyes glowed pink as I drank in the carnality of it all. It was a drug I couldn’t get enough of.

Raff slowed his thrusts so he could bury his face into the crook of my neck. Each fang-filled kiss he planted to my skin was like a little zap of electricity, pleasure and pain winding tight.

“Feeling full?”

Was he referring to the meal I took from our audience, or the fact that he was buried balls-deep in my ass with his brother’s tongue stuffed into my pussy? Either way, I nodded, since the answer to either question was a fuck yes.

My enthusiasm drew a chuckle from Raff, his fingers biting into my hips as his rhythm picked up. “You feel like fucking Heaven.”

Riff grunted in agreement which had my toes curling as the vibrations of his voice sunk into my pussy.

“What would two demons know about Heaven?”

“With you as a mate?” Raff’s voice in my ear was tight and breathless. “Everything.”

Riff opened his mouth, as if to add on to his brother’s statement but all that came out was a soft gasp as Daemon reached around to undo Riff’s pants, ripping them down his hips. Then he pulled on one horn, lifting his head while he held his palm in front of his face. “You know the drill. Spit.”

He did. Daemon released his horn, and Riff returned to torturing my clit with tantric little flicks of his tongue.

I was right on the edge of coming. So close, so worked up. My senses were a buzz, and every eye in the house held in my rapture only pushed my pleasure higher. Riff, Raff and I were all feeding on the attention. Literally. This made us wetter, harder, stronger, our stamina never-ending.

We could screw like this for the whole show if that’s what Alistair wanted. With how the shadow demon was watching us with those demonic green eyes, maybe we would.His will was our pleasure.

With his cock properly lubed with Riff’s saliva, Daemon pushed himself inside the incubi’s ass. Slowly. Teasing out his invasion.

Riff shot a scathing look back at the hellhound shifter that was equal parts frustration and rapture. “While I’m still young, mongrel.”

Riff new that Daemon loathed that nickname. To my surprise, the hellhound only smirked, for once not taking the bait. With the way Riff’s entire body trembled, it was easy to tell just how overwhelmed he was by the sensuous and tortuously slow pace.

Tonight, it seemed Daemon’s obsession for crawling under the twin’s skin was evolving.

“Fuck, your ass feels so good,” the alpha hissed, his face pinching in unholy reverie. The corners of his mouth curved with a rabid grin. “I think I just found my new favorite hobby.”

Riff’s tail coiled around Daemon’s neck like a collar. The hellhound’s brow furrowed at the power move, but he didn’t stop him.

With one last nudge of his hips, Daemon filled Riff up, and the incubus subsequently moaned into my pussy, causing my eyes to roll back into my head.

Something snapped. Probably Daemon’s control, since at that moment, he started to fuck the incubus with savage thrusts, the friction making Riff’s mouth grind violently against my cunt.

It was sloppy, yet somehow coordinated all at the same time.

Pushed to my limits, I came with a scream that filled the entire big top. The audience cheered, and I screamed half-hearted obscenities at them while I rode out the most delicious orgasm I’d ever experience.

Riff lifted his head, and I met his eyes—that hint of blue gleaming from behind the milky haze of his contacts.

His lips silently formed my name, and he reached for me, his dirt-crusted fingers shaking as they brushed my lips. “Beautiful.”

A blush burned under Riff’s fading face paint when Daemon reached around to fist his cock.

“Goddamn, Daemon.” His timbre had a quality to it I’d never heard before, pained with a need that went deeper than lust.

So many years of these three butting heads, resisting that chemistry that was so palpable now I wasn’t sure how I’d ever missed it.

Riff’s body obstructed most of what Daemon was doing to his cock, but I knew just how much pre-cum was leaking from his tip when a wet rope of hot fluid fell onto my foot. This didn’t go unnoticed. Daemon’s strokes were frantic, his motions twisting and turning as the fluid Riff leaked made for perfect lubrication. “What a needy little toy you are.”

“I’m… I’m gonna come,” Riff panted, raw and guttural.

“What do you think, Little Pup?” Daemon turned his attention to me. “Should we let him come?”

Riff was so close to the edge. In this moment he was no longer an entertainer. He was a starving sex demon with an instinctual need to feed and fuck, until that monster inside him was fully sated.

“First, he has to ask nicely.”

Riff blinked at me, his glazed eyes trying to focus on my words. Understanding sparked on the next harsh breath. “Please… Let me come.”

Raff muttered a curse in my ear. “I love it when you make my brother beg for it, Hell Bat.”

I nodded the okay to Daemon who had Riff hovering right there on the precipice. Each stroke of his hand mimicked the motions of his hips as he fucked into the incubus. Riff came with a ragged growl and the next moment cum spurted from him with enough force to paint my feet, my thighs and my exposed pussy.

Daemon’s shoulder muscles bunched, the tendons in his thick neck tightening. He was right behind Riff.

A low whimpering sound wrenched from his throat.

God, that sound. That sweet, swollen sound coming from a ferocious male like Daemon was music to my ears.

I went limp in Raff’s grip, feeling like a deflated fuck doll as he thrust inside me once, twice more. Seconds after Daemon’s release, Raff followed. He throbbed inside me, a hot torrent of cum filling my ass.

His hold on me loosened, and I dropped back onto his chest.

We all sagged in a sweaty pile of tangled limbs as the deafening roar of applause drowned out the final notes of the last song on the track, “Pussy Liquor” by Rob Zombie.

Then everything became white noise.

We were in a tent with an audience of several hundred monsters, but down here in the ring, it was just us. In our own little fucked up world.

I watched, completely mesmerized, as Daemon tilted Riff’s chin to lick the last of my juices from his lips. He then looked to Raff and grinned. “Tomorrow’s show, you’re next.”

I couldn’t help smiling to myself. I’d hoped this would happen.

Daemon was opening up to the twins. In turn, they were allowing him to see past the jokes and the makeup. And at what he found there, he was sinking in deep. They had him now. Hook, line and sinker.

If it wasn’t the post-orgasm haze scrambling my perception, I could tell by that glazed look in the hellhound’s eyes that he was all too aware of how fucked he was for these two unhinged sex clowns and that fighting it was futile.

Alistair strode over, crouching down beside us where we were still connected. With a gloved hand, he pushed a sweaty lock of my pink hair behind my ear. “You put on quite the spectacular show, pet. You all did.”

I melted under our ringmaster’s praise, the sadistic smile on his face making my heart skip a beat. “Maybe you can join us next time.”

He held my chin in a gentle yet possessive grip. “Whatever my star wants. If you ask the world of me, I’ll do my best to give it.”

My eyelids snapped open, and my chest filled with warmth as I registered the unguarded admiration on his face. I turned my head to look at Riff, Raff and Daemon, then moved back to Alistair with a smile.

“You’ve already given me the world. All I want now is to share the ring with you. The public deserves to see what those shadow tentacles can do.”

The ringmaster chuckled. “Alright, Megaera. My magic can be unpredictable when I’m distracted, so there might be a few more casualties than usual.”

“What kind of psycho-sex circus would this be if there wasn’t?” I sat up, grinning, the cuts on my face stinging with the movement. “Bring on the tentacles and the murder.”

The End!

If you enjoyed these characters and would like to see more, you can find them in the Sinner’s Sideshow Duet by Aiden Pierce.