8. Karma
CHAPTER EIGHT
KARMA
It’s nearly impossible to stop myself from lunging forward and digging my teeth into Arlo’s flesh. His heart beats erratically, and when Micha suggested I suck his cock, it sped up, but it mixed with that heady scent of arousal that makes me hungrier for something else.
Micha’s strong hand is holding onto my chin, and it’s the first time I’ve ever been touched like this without someone trying to fight me off them.
No one apart from Kreo willingly touches me.
Micha feels comfortable ordering me around and manhandling me despite the fact I can still feel the fear radiating off him.
“Have you ever sucked cock before?” he asks quietly. I shake my head, the movement restricted by his hold. My veins vibrate with the need for something; I don’t know what exactly. “Arlo is worried your teeth will cut him.”
“They probably will,” I whisper.
Arlo’s eyebrows shoot up. “That’s… hot.”
Micha narrows his eyes on him. “You’re a little freak.”
Spiral starts whistling, still looking for me. Arlo squeezes his hands shut, blowing out steady breaths to try and slow down his heartbeat, but it isn’t working.
My mouth is desperate to feel his flesh.
I do want to suck his cock. But I don’t know if I can hold back from eating it.
“I’ll hold her mouth,” Micha says into Arlo’s ear. “Fuck her little throat and paint it with your cum, Pipsqueak. Besides, you like a little pain, don’t you?”
They both look at me, as if waiting for permission, but I don’t think Arlo has decided himself. My eyes flick between them, unsure who to settle on. If this was anyone else, I would have already eaten them alive.
“Do you want that, Karma?” Arlo asks quietly, and I nod eagerly. I might not have done it before, but I’ve seen it. I want to try it for myself. “Do you promise not to bite it off?”
“No.”
I can’t promise that.
Arlo looks on the verge of either screaming or crying, and his heart pounds harder, making me fight against Micha’s hold to open my jaw.
“She’s going to eat you, Arlo. Take out your cock.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whimpers, slipping his hand in his joggers and pulling out his long and hard appendage.
His head leans back against the wall as he strokes up his length with a trembling hand, tilting the tip upwards, and when I see the jewellery lining the underside, my knees nearly buckle beneath me.
“Sssshiny,” I hiss. Micha holds my head as I lower to my knees, my mouth perfectly in line with Arlo’s long, pale cock. He moves behind me, holding the sides of my face with two hands, giving me access to open my mouth.
“Look at how wide she can open those lips, Arlo. She’ll suck your soul out.”
I probably will.
Arlo hesitantly looks down at me, a mix of nervousness and arousal painted over his sweet face.
“My little brother likes you, Karma,” Micha whispers, his breath caressing my ear. “He came to this circus to see you. He wants your mouth around his big cock. You gonna give it to him?”
My body shivers at his words. Someone wants me?
“Do you want me to talk you through it? Show you how to suck his perfect, pierced cock?”
I nod my head.
“Wrap that long tongue around it.”
Saliva strings across my tongue as it slithers out of my mouth, and the tip wraps around the middle of Arlo’s cock, feeling the ridges of one of his many piercings.
He groans quietly as I continue to wrap more until I have no more length to give, and then I snap the appendage into my mouth.
Micha’s quick to hold my forehead and the bottom of my jaw, forcing my mouth open for him.
My lips cover my teeth, and Arlo slides in deeper.
“Now stay like that, Karma. Let Arlo fuck your pretty face how he wants.”
Pretty.
Arlo is slow and tentative at first, his eight piercings popping out my mouth. Despite my urge to clamp down and bite it off, Micha’s grip and the arousal dripping from both of them holds me back.
“Oh, God,” Arlo sighs, hurrying his thrusts and letting his cock hit the back of my throat. “She has no gag reflex, Micha.”
“Use her as hard as you can then. She’ll take it.”
He listens to his brother, pumping inside my mouth harder, chasing that final release that people lose their minds over. I’ve never experienced an orgasm, but it controls people, makes them do silly things to get one.
I can still hear Spiral walking around, looking for me, but he’s quiet enough that Micha and Arlo can’t hear his footsteps with their regular hearing. Arlo’s heartbeat is still fast, but not out of fear. Arousal has overtaken nearly entirely, and he loses himself to the feel of my mouth.
“Look at how well she’s taking you, Arlo. Say thank you. Our little stalker deserves manners when she takes cock like her life depends on it.”
“Thank you, Karma, thank you,” he groans, reaching forward to grab the top of my head, slamming into me harder.
The bells in my hair jingle as he forces himself further down my throat, but I’m too transfixed on the pleasure across his face to care.
His dick twitches in my mouth. “I’m close. Her throat feels too good.”
“Atta boy,” Micha chuckles, and I know we’re being too loud, but there’s no fear to fuel the quietness anymore. We’re too wrapped up in whatever the hell we’re doing. “Let’s see how much cum she can drag out of you when I made you finish not even an hour ago.”
Micha releases my forehead, reaches over, and palms Arlo’s balls. The fingers in my hair tighten. Arlo thrusts impossibly hard, and he groans as hot warmth spills into my mouth. He sobs pathetically as he twitches, continuously fucking me with sloppy movements as I draw it all out of him.
“Swallow it, Stitches,” Micha commands quietly in my ear. That’s not my name—doesn’t he know I’m called Karma? But I listen, greedily drinking it down.
“I can’t believe I did that,” Arlo whispers, tucking his cock away as Micha helps me stand, and I use the back of my hand to wipe away the cum and saliva.
When he was using my face, the urge to eat him was there, but the smell and feel of his arousal were enough to calm me. Kreo has been searching for a relaxant to control my ‘demonic urges’ since he realised I was hungry for humans, but nothing has ever succeeded. Until now.
The distraction worked.
Spiral left; it’s safe to go out. I never heard him leave, too obsessed with having a dick in my mouth.
Suddenly, the urge to eat slams back into me, hard enough that I stumble and shove Micha out of my way.
“Go,” I grit out, my whole body jerking and my ankles bending as I walk out on unstable legs from beneath the stands.
“Karma? Are you okay?” Arlo asks, following me with Micha on his tail.
“Go now,” I order, spinning and narrowing my eyes. “I will eat you.”
“Come on, Pipsqueak.” Micha tugs Arlo’s arm, trying to pull him away with cautious eyes as I grab onto my silk in the middle of the ring and cling to it like my life depends on it.
“No, Micha, she’s clearly not okay.”
“She’s a fucking cannibal, Arlo. Go before I sling you over my damn shoulder.”
I hear them eventually retreat, my eyes clamped shut as I focus on the thought of his cock in my mouth, willing it to be enough until they get away. I need to eat despite the fact I ate an hour ago. I’m desperate for more. But I don’t want to eat Arlo. Maybe Micha, but not Arlo.
When I can’t smell their scent or hear their heartbeats anymore, I let go of the silk and stumble out of the show tent to find my own.
I feel fuzzy, like my energy has completely depleted, and I don’t understand what’s wrong with me.
So much so, that I don’t hear the other heartbeat until I’m pulling back the entrance to my tent and stepping inside.
Spiral.
He’s lying on my mattress, lips pulled up into a disturbing smirk, and the front of his black and white clown suit is unzipped to his hips.
In his hand rests his cock as he leisurely drags it up and down, one arm tucked behind his head, eyes hazed as he tracks me.
It looks like there’s something attached, still tucked into his suit, but I can’t make out what it is.
“There she is!”
“What are you doing, Sssspiral?” I rest my hand on the pole propping my tent up, trying to stop my vision from doubling. I despise the fact that arousal shoots through my body at the sight of his dick, and I use the excuse that Arlo has caused this reaction. “Get out.”
“I saw you.” He lifts his palm and spits in it, dragging it back down his dick again. “Under the stands. Sucking dirty cock.”
“I ssssaid get out!”
“Erm, nope. I’m having a wank. You’re the one interrupting me.”
“Thisss is my tent.”
“I’m in charge, Karma. And if I want to lay here and fuck my fist to the thought of that cock in your dead mouth, I will do so.”
My mind goes blank, and the sight of his naked stomach makes me snap, lunging forward and landing on top of him, my jaw cracking open wide to devour his flesh.
“Fuck!” He kicks up, trying to get me off him, but my teeth snap as I attack him like a rabid dog, searching for any skin to dig into. “Get off me, you psycho!”
He wraps his hands around my throat, straightening his arms to lock his elbows and hold me away as I claw and bite and scratch. My thighs spread wide as I straddle him, and every time he bucks his hips up to get me off, he rubs the spot between my legs with his wet cock.
Sparks dance around my fingers, crackling with electricity as the pent-up pleasure overwhelms me. I shiver, my attacks slowing down.
My hips thrust without my permission, and a groan leaves my lips. My pussy slips over his cock, soaking the material of my jumpsuit and rubbing back and forth.
“Oh, you dirty thing,” Spiral spits, holding my throat as I buck, the urge to eat him dissipating slowly as the desperation to follow this feeling overwhelms me. I’ve never felt anything like this. “Humping me like a little whore. I knew you were disgusting.”
His words make me snap out of it, but as I dive forward, ready to eat, he darts up and flips us over, pinning me to the bed.
“Pathetic slut,” he spits, too close to my face but not close enough for my teeth to reach. His split tongue reaches out to lick my cheek as I jerk away. “Using me to get off because another bastard left you high and dry.”
“I’m going to kill you, Sssspiral.”
“You stop trying to eat me when you get horny,” he laughs, fingers dancing over my chest, circling my pierced nipple over my skin-tight jumpsuit, and he’s immediately proven right because my fight leaves my body as pleasure surges.
“Even the dead girl wants to be touched. Does Kreo know about your naughty side, Karma? How would he feel if he found out you’d been sucking cock? ”
His words are a distant bother as he roughly grabs my breast before dragging his palm down my body and cupping the space between my thighs. The touch is like fire, and he presses a spot that makes my back bow.
“Look at you. So needy for your empty pussy to be filled. Beg me to fill you up, and I might let you squirt all over my cock.”
“Sssspiral,” I mewl, and his eyes gleam with expectancy as he rubs his thumb in a circle over my clit. He loves having me in his hold. But I hate this clown with all my non-existent heart. So much so that I’d sacrifice this feeling to piss him off. “I want Arlo’s cock. Not yoursss.”
His eyes narrow and darken, but before he can taunt me any further, I dart up and sink my teeth into his arm.
Fabric and blood fill my mouth instantly.
He screams out in pain and jerks back, my teeth slipping out of the holes they made as he scrambles to get away.
The taste of his blood makes me want more, and I’m quick to move onto my hands and knees, stalking forward.
“You bit me!” His cock juts out, hard and throbbing, and my mouth leaks at the thought of clamping down on it and tearing it off. “Stop looking at my cock like you’re going to eat it.”
“I am.”
Fear crosses his face, a victory for me, before he shoots up and runs out the tent, but I’m hot on his heels.
I dive, taking him down to the floor, and we’re a mixture of growls and shouts as we fight on the grass, rolling over each other and aiming without really seeing.
He’s fighting me with everything he can, but he’s getting tired, and soon, he won’t have any more to give.
Serves him right for being such a cocky cunt.
I draw more blood from scratches on his chest, and he manages to get a couple decent deflective blows in too, but the fact I can’t feel pain makes me stronger.
“You can’t… kill me… Karma,” he manages to say, lifting his arms to shield his face as my nails dart towards his eyes. “Kreo… would be… furious.”
That makes me decelerate.
He’s right—Kreo would be.
“I hate you,” I spit, using his face to shove myself up and walk backwards, putting a few feet between us whilst not letting him out of my sight. My stomach grumbles loudly.
“Ditto, dead girl.”
“Ssso why did you go into my tent?”
He laughs, still lying on the floor. “Just to inform you that I know your dirty cock-sucking secret. And unless you want Kreo finding out, you won’t see those boys again.”
Why would he care about who I see?
He doesn’t. He wants another thing to hold over my head. Another means of control when his owner is away. He’s been the leader of the clowns since before Kreo created me, and he has a lot of control over the rest of the circus at Kreo’s side.
But I don’t want to upset Kreo.
“Fine.”
Spiral’s smile is wide and deceiving. “Good slut. Now go back to your tent. You’ll be with me tomorrow so I know you’re not running off. And before you say no, you don’t have a choice. Disobey, and I tell Kreo.”