28. Karma
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
KARMA
Moxie has taken over the circus. She was bossing everyone around before the show, and I steered clear until it was my time, knowing exactly when to go on without needing her to tell me. I’ve seen her face from my hiding spot in the shadows; she has an eyepatch on now to hide what I did to her.
Soren and I stuck to the tent for the majority of the day.
Despite my constant attempts, he never made me come again.
He kept saying that men don’t always work like women do, whatever that means.
I think he secretly wanted to watch me squirm and pester and eventually beg.
He had this smirk on his face like he knew exactly what he was doing, enjoying the torture he was putting me through, and I fully intend to make him pay for that.
My whole body feels like it’s on the verge of exploding when I descend from my silk and leave the stage, ignoring the crowd cheering as I dart through the back of the tent in search of that tentacle and the tall muscle attached to it.
I ate enough last night that hunger isn’t consuming me, but arousal is, and Soren doesn’t stand a fucking chance when I see him.
When I pull back the entrance to my tent, I don’t find Soren lying on my bed.
I find Arlo and Micha, hands roaming each other’s bodies, mouths moving in tandem as they kiss passionately, their shirts off to reveal their naked upper halves. Arlo smiles happily when he sees me, and Micha’s smirk is nothing short of devious.
“Soren’s gone to find some food whilst the show is on, and he told us you’d been a pathetic little beg all day,” Micha announces.
Oh, so Soren thinks he can get out of this the easy way?
I step forward, and Micha arches his eyebrow, warning me. I stop, understanding his silent command despite the urge to jump their bones.
“Good listening, Stitches. Now strip off your clothes, get on your knees, and crawl to my little brother.”
I grab the back of the zipper and drag it down, letting my jumpsuit fall down my body until I toe it aside and sink to my knees.
Micha’s hand is tight in Arlo’s hair. He reaches around to grab his bulge, and Arlo’s little whimper that travels across the tent to reach my ears urges me forward.
“Look at her, Pipsqueak,” Micha demands, but Arlo never took his eyes off me. I haven’t seen him since I chased him through the city, but the urge to check on him is overridden by the urge to follow Micha’s demands in the chance that I’ll get a reward.
I move, my hips swaying with every hand and knee forward, my naked body crawling across the rough ground.
“Can you be my little brat tonight, Karma? Let Arlo show you the ropes, and I’ll milk your pussy like I know you’re desperate for.”
I don’t know how Micha has this control over me. If I wanted to fight back, I could. If I wanted to take them and their cum without asking, I would. But I want what he’s demanding.
Just for now.
“Yesss,” I whisper, stopping in front of Arlo and sitting back on my ankles. They both look down at me—Arlo with sweet, affectionate eyes, and Micha with calculating, piercing eyes.
Using his grip on Arlo’s curls, Micha forces him to his knees. Arlo hisses out in pain and moans when he’s face to face with me. His big brother crouches beside us. He grabs the back of my head, holding me like he does Arlo, and watches us. Arlo and I never look away from each other.
“Kiss him, Karma. Slip that tongue into his mouth.”
I’m eager to taste Arlo. I happily go when Micha shoves us together harshly. Our lips move in an uncoordinated clash, and my tongue eagerly wraps around his, our piercings clashing. Micha watches us intently, our hands caressing each other’s bare chests, exploring in a rush.
“Arlo is desperate to bury himself in a warm cunt, Karma. He wants to fuck you into the floor. You’re going to let him.” Micha drags me back and throws me towards the mattress, releasing Arlo to manipulate my body how he wants.
It goes against everything I am—letting someone control me so intimately—but I don’t fight, no matter how badly I itch to take cock without all this teasing.
Micha’s big hand presses my head into the mattress, and he hooks an arm beneath my stomach to pull me up to my knees, forcing my ass into the air. With my cheek pressed into the mattress, I struggle to see what’s happening behind me.
He whistles, a short, snappy sound, and Arlo crawls over.
Micha grabs the back of his head and shoves it into my spread pussy.
Arlo’s tongue immediately darts out to take over.
I cry out as he devours me like he’s trying to eat me alive, and Micha doesn’t let up, holding him there and forcing him to please me.
“Look at my little whores. Is he making you feel good, Karma?” I nod mindlessly against the mattress, a guttural moan being dragged from my throat when Arlo sucks on my clit, using his teeth to scrape the sensitive flesh.
“He’s not going anywhere until you squirt on his face.
If you want to get your cock touched, Arlo, you’ll put your fingers inside of her. Now.”
He slips two inside without missing a beat, so quick and obedient, and I feel the stretch immediately.
I need more; it’s not enough.
I want to burst.
I need continual orgasms.
Is this what addiction feels like?
“Let’s get you ready,” Micha whispers to his brother.
He reaches around to undo Arlo’s trousers one-handed and pulls out his cock as he holds his face to my pussy.
From the angle of my head against the mattress, I can see perfectly as Micha wraps his hand around the hard, pierced cock, and drool leaks out my mouth.
He strokes Arlo over, and the sight makes me clench around Arlo’s pumping digits. Sparks dance around my fingers, lighting my body up.
“Pump her little cunt faster, Arlo. Make her squirt over your face. You heard Soren; she’s desperate. She’ll take your tongue and fingers, then your cock, and then my cock. When Soren’s back, she’ll take his too. Do you think that’s enough to sate you, Stitches?”
Can anything sate me at this point?
I can’t answer, unable to do anything but scream as the promise of more leads me to undo, and my orgasm rushes out of me. It feels like a gush, coating Arlo’s face, but his tongue is relentless, working me through it.
“Atta girl,” Micha says with a tone that suggests he’s genuinely proud of me, and I don’t know why that makes my cunt ache, even as my orgasm begins to subside. Micha tugs Arlo’s head away, but before I can comprehend, Arlo grips my hips and twists me over.
He smiles down at me. Micha still slowly strokes him, urging his brother between my spread legs.
Micha releases the pierced appendage and grabs my ankles to hold me open for Arlo as he grabs his base and pushes it forward, rubbing the tip over my clit.
I moan and arch my back, trying to move forward to get him to fill me.
My arousal shoots back up immediately, like I never had an orgasm, and I’m unbearably desperate all over again.
I didn’t feel this way before these men introduced me to the world of pleasure; it’s like my body can’t get enough.
“Watch his cock slipping inside of you, Karma,” Micha instructs as Arlo slowly pushes deeper. “Arlo was supposed to fuck you first, but you took Soren and Spiral before him, so you’re going to make that up to us, aren’t you?”
I nod mindlessly, my bells jingling, and Arlo sucks in his bottom lip as he stretches me around his piercings.
It doesn’t matter that Soren is significantly bigger than Arlo.
They offer completely different feelings of pleasure, and this is one I know I’ll never get tired of. I won’t get tired of any of them.
I only have Micha left to conquer.
“I think Arlo deserves some of your pretty pain, Karma.”
Arlo bottoms out inside of me with a loud whimper, and Micha shoves his head forward with a harsh grip until his breath dances over my ear.
I pull back my lips and lean into his neck, biting and digging the triangular points of my teeth before he knows what’s happening.
Arlo cries, pulling out to slam back in with eager thrusts, like the pain kicks him into action.
He ruts into me, panting and begging me to keep biting him.
I suck and drink his blood, tasting the delicious concoction, but it doesn’t send me into a rush of bloodlust and hunting.
His cock, the smell of his arousal, keeps me grounded in the obsession of flesh pounding into flesh.
“Holy fuck, Karma. I love this pussy. I could die in this pussy.”
“Don’t do that. I want to hear your beating heart when you come. I love the sssmell of you.”
“How does that dead pussy grip, Arlo?” Micha asks.
“Fucking beautifully.”
“Then use it harder. Make those bells sing.”
He pulls back, and blood drips down my chin. I lick the liquid off my teeth with the forked point of my tongue. The pair stare at Arlo’s cock pumping in and out like it’s the most mesmerising thing they’ve ever seen, and the smirk on Micha’s face tells me that he’s excited for his turn.
He’ll get a turn, alright.
No matter what.
“Look at all that blood on you both,” Micha taunts, releasing my legs to wrap his hand around Arlo’s throat, pressing his thumb into the large bleeding dent I’ve created.
Arlo’s eyes roll to the back of his head, his hands reaching for my thighs, using them to fuck me harder.
Micha squeezes his neck, pressing further into the wound, and the noise that’s forced out of Arlo’s pale throat is nothing short of perfection.
A broken, high-pitched moan that makes my cunt twitch.
Arlo’s cock is rock hard, his piercings popping in and out, and the noise of my drenched pussy being abused rounds the tent. His hips snap, desperate to follow the pleasure, and that feeling of intense incoming begins to return, something I’m slowly starting to become familiar with. Addicted to.
Orgasms. I think I’m addicted to orgasms.