13. Karma #2
“Lying again, dead girl,” he growls, pressing his nose into my cunt and inhaling. “I can smell your arousal. Pathetic little liar, aren’t ya? What disgusting freak gets off on watching clowns get double stuffed from the shadows, hmm? I didn’t realise Kreo made such a dirty thing.”
“Sssstop it,” I snarl, pulling my arms back to urge my silk away from him, but he reaches around to grab my ass, holding me still. His split tongue creeps out, the tips licking a faint trail up my pussy over the fabric of my jumpsuit. I shiver.
“I can see the outline of your wet folds through this. I could rip a hole right now and fuck you with my tongue. Tell me you don’t want it. Lie to me again. And I’ll do it anyway.”
“Why? You hate me.”
“All the more reason to make you succumb to me, Karma. If I have your pathetic dead cunt squirming around my tongue, you’ll never be able to disrespect me again. I’ll always have the power.”
“I can eat you alive.”
“Old news,” he mutters, staring at my covered cunt. “Would you ride my cocks as you do it? Does eating human flesh turn you on, you little dead creep?”
“Sssstop it,” I spit, getting frustrated. I want to eat him. I want to fuck him. I want to kill him. It’s all too much, too contradictory. I feel like I’m going haywire. Sparks dance around my fingertips as the energy inside me ascends, and Spiral watches them with rapt attention.
“Interesting. If I get you worked up enough, I wonder what it would feel like to be inside of you. All wet and electrical. Tell me, Karma. Are you still a virgin? Is this pussy tainted with someone else, or is it all for me?”
My fight is cut off when he licks another trail up my pussy, his saliva mixing with my arousal soaking the material.
“Or have one of those boys you like so much been inside of you? Is that why you want to keep going back? So they fill you up and ruin you again and again and again?” He grips my ass, his fingers digging.
“I should lock you up in a cage so you can never see them again. Then I can use this pussy whenever I want. It would be all mine.”
“No, it wouldn’t.” I hook my calf around the back of his neck and shove his face into my pussy. “I’m in charge, Ssspiral. Don’t forget that.”
His mouth moves against me, eating me out through my jumpsuit, and pleasure courses through my electric veins. But it’s not enough. I need more.
Spiral understands this. He releases my ass and grips onto the fabric to tear it open with ease, revealing my pussy to his face.
“There it is,” he groans. His split tongue licks another trail up my pussy, and I quietly groan, the feeling of it on my bare flesh almost too much to handle.
The silk tied to my shoulders and thighs keeps me propped up as I go slack, both welcoming and pushing away this feeling surging inside of me.
“I hate you, Karma. I hate you so fucking much.”
Those are his last words before he buries his face into my cunt, eating me like he’ll die without.
It’s a feeling I’ve never experienced, and electricity sparks from my fingers as my head leans back and moans escape my throat.
His wet mouth works around my folds. His tongue slips inside, pumping in and out.
My senses somehow feel both heightened and dulled, like they’re on edge but too focused on the unfamiliar climax building deep in my stomach. My tongue rattles as I hiss, and my toes curl.
But then I feel the eyes. The glare.
When I look to the back of the stage where acts enter and leave, I see her.
Moxie.
She looks furious. Her eyes scan every movement, every brush of Spiral’s tongue, before she hurries away.
She hates me enough for taking Kreo’s attention. She’ll hate me more for taking Spiral’s too.
But I don’t care.
It’s hard to care about anything with a tongue inside your pussy.
Spiral tightens his hands, gripping my ass harder and devouring me faster. Pleasure spikes. I never realised how good this could feel and how much I love being able to silence a man with my thighs around his head.
My fingers find the silk holding me up, and I dig into the fabric, desperate for something to hold onto as my orgasm builds. I’m so close.
Spiral flicks his tongue in the perfect way, and I detonate. Sparks dance around my fingers. My orgasm rips through me. I groan out as release washes out of me in waves.
Spiral licks it up and works me through.
“Who knew the dead girl had such a tasty little cunt?”
Suddenly, I’m reminded of all the reasons I hate this clown. His black eyes look up at me, that smirk lining his mouth like he’s conquered me, and it makes me kick him away. He scowls when the base of my foot connects with his jaw, and he stumbles back.
“Sssstay away from me,” I demand, backflipping and releasing the silk to land on bare feet.
“Just admit you’re a horny freak like the rest of us. You think you’re so special, huh?”
I don’t know where he got that idea from. Probably because that’s exactly what Kreo thinks.
“Sssso jealous.” I walk towards him, and I feel the thread in my thigh pulling. It’s not far from needing new stitches, but I ignore it, closing in on Spiral’s defiant face. “Get over it, Sssspiral.”
“He won’t care about you forever. That pet in the cage? That’s his latest fixation. He’ll start parading it around on a leash, and you’ll be forgotten.”
Kreo wouldn’t forget me. Spiral wants to try and hurt me, but I can’t feel hurt.
“You’d know all about that. You’re hissss forgotten toy,” I seethe, up in his face, and he glares right back.
I turn and leave. The show will be starting soon; I need to get changed and fix my leg before then. He can deal with Moxie’s wrath on his own. I might just eat her if she tries to unleash it on me.