28. Karma #2
“You want your cum in her, Arlo? Fill her full of it, watch it leak out, and I’ll fuck it back into her.”
His cheeks flush red. He’s desperate for air, nodding eagerly against Micha’s hold.
My orgasm teeters on the edge. I feel Arlo twitch inside of me, and his heart races faster. It makes white and gold sparks flick from my hands and my pussy, skimming his cock with hot pinpricks. His whole body jerks, his cock pulsing with my energy.
Arlo requires air immediately, and Micha lets go.
He gasps loudly, thrusts harshly, and cum erupts inside of me.
I bite into my bottom lip as my second orgasm of the night overtakes me, making my body shiver and twitch as Arlo pants and fucks into me quickly, making sure I take every last drop.
Ecstasy shoots through my veins with the voltage keeping my body alive.
It wraps around me, seeps into me, and overpowers me.
I slump back against the mattress, although I’m not tired.
The second orgasm has helped push me closer to satiation, but when I arch my head up to look at Micha and Arlo, that disappears. Micha’s trousers are aside, and his cock is in his hand. He’s kissing Arlo’s neck, and Arlo is staring at the space between my legs, watching his cum drip back out.
“Are you ready for Micha?”
“She doesn’t get to answer that.” Micha grins and pulls me closer with his hands wrapped around my thighs, rock-hard cock protruding and meeting my entrance.
“She’s going to take my cock if it’s the last thing she does.
And don’t get it twisted, Stitches. I may be the last one in this pretty pussy, but I’ll be the first one in that ass. ”
He rams inside of me without warning, seating himself fully and freezing.
“Let’s see how flexible you really are.” He brings my legs up with a grip on either calf, pushing them down so he’s folding me in half.
My knees are by my ears, and it’s a position I fall into easily, putting no strain on my body.
I’ve never felt so exposed. He pulls back out to slam in, and he hits parts of me at angles I’ve never experienced.
His cock is slightly thicker than Arlo’s, and it feels heightened in this position.
“Arlo,” I whimper, grabbing aimlessly as Micha’s body covers me. Micha’s eyes are honed in on mine, his face inches away, and he fucks me hard and fast. Arlo comes to lie beside me, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“Let Micha make sure my cum is nestled deep inside of you, baby.”
“More,” I mewl. “I need to come more.”
“Are you making demands?” Micha laughs. His muscle and relentless desire to cause pain, despite my inability to feel it, drive his unforgiving pace.
His groin brushes against my clit, and my electricity whirrs faster.
“There it is. I’ve been desperate to feel that.
It’s like you’re milking me. You’re so desperate that your body is trying to force the cum from my balls. You want it, don’t you?”
“All of it,” I cry, and he groans loudly.
“You feel my full balls slapping against your ass, pretty thing? You want to empty them?”
“Yes, yes, yes.” There’s no hissing of my tongue, nothing but certainty that I want two loads of cum—more if I can find Soren—inside of me tonight.
“Arlo’s going to clean up our cum from your body. He’s desperate to taste all of us together.”
“Make me come then, Soul Guardian.”
His head leans into my neck, and he uses the angle to fuck me faster. Cum leaks out of my pussy, dripping down my ass, forced out between my walls and Micha’s thrusting cock.
“Don’t you start ordering me around. You may have Arlo wrapped around your little finger, but your soul is mine, Karma. Or do you not have one? Are you soulless? On this earth to be a cum-whore?”
“I think she has a soul,” Arlo whispers, leaning over my leg beside my head to press a soft kiss to my mouth. “I think you’re misunderstood, my perfect thing.”
Something inside my chest twists. I don’t have a heart. What is this feeling?
It’s like it aches without pain. Like… love.
“People are right to fear me,” I say quietly as my tits bounce, and Arlo grabs a handful, rubbing his thumb over my pierced nipple.
Micha chuckles, pulling back to stare into my eyes. A light sheen of sweat covers his forehead, and I stretch my neck to look at his cock ramming into me.
“You’re not so scary when your pretty pussy is being played with. In fact, you’re quite pathetic. Now shut up and take my cum so Arlo can lick it out of your pussy.”
“Come for us,” Arlo urges. “Let him feel how tight you squeeze. Milk his cock, Karma.”
Micha slips his hand between us and circles my clit with the pad of his thumb.
It doesn’t take long before sparks make my vision go white, and the voltage in my body intensifies, my orgasm barrelling into me.
Micha groans out, balls slapping with how hard he fucks me, taking my electricity and filling me with his seed.
Arlo talks me through it, praising me, watching me, and Micha buries himself in deep, stilling to keep the cum inside.
“Are you ready, Pipsqueak?” Arlo nods eagerly. “Get under me.”
My legs stretch to rest on Micha’s shoulders, and I feel the stitching in my thigh slowly starting to pull. I’ll need to sort that soon.
Micha props his leg up so he’s on one knee, giving Arlo room to crouch and put his head under Micha.
I arch over and watch as Arlo takes Micha’s balls into his mouth, licking up all the cum that’s leaked over them.
Micha scrunches his eyes shut and shudders.
Arlo works them into his mouth, sucking and licking them clean.
“Open that mouth, Arlo. It’s coming.”
Micha pulls out slowly, my tight pussy clinging like it doesn’t want him to leave.
When his tip slips free, a mix of our cum drips out, and Arlo presses the bottom of his mouth to my pussy, arching his head back so it catches on his bottom lip.
Micha and I watch in unison as the white liquid drips out, and Arlo lets it slip down his throat.
Without warning, Micha shoves Arlo’s head forward. I groan as Arlo’s tongue slips inside my pussy, and he greedily drinks me up.
I’m still not sated. I need more.
When Arlo pulls away, I whine and reach blindly.
“Are you still horny?” Micha asks, dumbfounded. “That’s three orgasms, and it’s like we’ve not made a dent in her libido.”
My thighs rub together as I reach down and slip my hand against my pussy, trying to placate the need for more with pressure. It doesn’t work. My hips buck, chasing the small pleasure of my palm pressing into my clit. I cry out with need as I grind on my hand.
“Shit, what do we do, Micha? We can’t leave her like this.”
“I’m spent,” he sighs. “That electric pussy of hers well and truly drained me.”
“Pleasssse,” I whine, begging for anything more to help satiate the unending need coursing through my body. With every orgasm I’m gifted, I feel like I’m pushed further into the obsession, the addiction.
“I told you two to pleasure our girl, not leave her begging,” Soren announces as he slips into the tent. He has a takeout box of food that I know he stole from backstage in the show tent. He offers it to Arlo, who smiles and happily accepts.
“We did,” Micha snaps, standing and threading a hand back through his hair. “She’s had three orgasms in the last hour.”
Soren raises an eyebrow and looks down at me writhing on the bed. “You’ve had four today, and you’re still humping your hand? What will it take, darling?”
I reach for him. My pussy is wet, soaked from all the cum and saliva it’s been treated to.
“Breed me.”
Those are the trigger words. He slips his trousers down, grabs me from the mattress, and easily sits me on the edge of the vanity. Micha and Arlo move to the mattress, watching as they eat the leftovers Soren stole for them.
“Did any of the performers see you?” I ask as he presses his lips to my throat.
“No. Half of them were too busy reaching their own orgasms after the show. Who knew the circus would be filled with so many orgies?”
“You’re all freaky little fucks,” Micha scoffs, and Soren twists his neck to pin him with a glare.
“You’re one to talk. I can see the knife marks all over your chest.” I hadn’t noticed, too wrapped up in the desperation to come. “Come on, darling. Let’s see if my tentacle can placate you. Those boys don’t know how to handle a pussy like this.”
“Hey!” Arlo exclaims, but Micha shakes his head and chuckles to himself. It doesn’t escape my notice that Soren went out of his way to find them food.
“You’re feeding my boysss,” I whisper against his ear, and he softly smiles.
“I’ll take care of all of you. I am the daddy of our weird group, after all.”
“Does Daddy want to breed me now?”
His eyes go wide, and there’s no warning before he grips my throat with one hand and spreads my legs with the other. “You’ll get me in trouble talking to me like that, darling. I’ll make sure to fuck you on every damn surface.”
“Good,” I groan, grinding my hips, searching to be filled. “Finally. Someone offering me what I need.”
“Daddy’s little whore, aren’t you?” He digs his fingers into my thigh and teases the tip of his shifting tentacle to my entrance.
“You’ve had two dicks already, and it’s still not enough.
Let’s see if you’re still as desperate after my cock wrings out every last drop of what your dead body has to offer. Now say it again.”
“Breed me, Daddy. Make my tummy swell,” I whimper.
He opens me up inch by delicious inch. Arlo’s eyes nearly pop out of his head as he watches my pussy stretch around the thickening length, and Micha looks borderline concerned.
My tongue rattles. I get near to the base, Soren’s large hips forcing my thighs open wider. His suckers and tentacle move deep inside, wriggling and grabbing.
“Where— How does it all— I don’t understand where it fits,” Arlo whispers mindlessly, staring at my gaping cunt. I smirk because those two can’t comprehend what Soren has in store for my insides. I, on the other hand, can’t wait.