28. Karma #3
“You take me so incredibly well, Karma. I’m so proud of you.” His grip on my throat and thigh helps him thrust into me with force, my head hitting the back of the mirror on my vanity. The whole thing shifts a millimetre every time he bucks forward, the force of his body an assault against me.
He leans in close, pressing his lips to mine. It’s not a kiss; it’s a claim. My arms reach around him, my long, dagger-like, pink and green nails scratching his back, and I can feel the blood beading in trails.
“That’s it, darling girl. Cut Daddy open. He can take it. Just like you take his cock. And you take it so well, don’t you?”
“Yesss,” I hiss. My tongue creeps out, licking up the side of his face, and his eyes flutter shut.
“Yes, what?”
“Yesss, Daddy.”
His force turns utterly feral. He growls as he fills my pussy, and my fingers find the gills on his neck. He shudders as I slide them gently through the slits, and his cock swells suddenly inside of me. I can feel it lengthening, shifting my organs and reaching towards my throat.
“Don’t do that, Karma. I’ll come. No one ever touches me, especially not on my neck.”
But I don’t want to stop. I love the way they feel—damp and pliable—and they flutter around my digits as I move them back and forth. I love how they make his cock swell.
“Oh fuck,” he cries, jackhammering into me. “Don’t stop. More. Your daddy’s going to come.”
I remove my fingers and lock my legs around his waist to trap him on a thrust, holding him still. He sucks in a deep breath as his cock convulses.
“You edged me,” he says in disbelief.
Soren is much stronger than me. He could have easily broken my leg lock—my legs likely would have ripped off at the stitches—but he wanted to edge.
I nod and smile.
“Arlo?” I beckon him over with a finger, and he follows immediately.
“Yes, Karma?”
“I know how much you like sssucking balls into your little mouth. Let’s see if Daddy can stay still in my pussy whilst you play.”
He smirks, moves behind Soren, and drops to his knees. My big, blue monster keeps his eyes on mine as Arlo teases his hands up the backs of his large thighs, taunting and tracing before he leans forward and sucks one ball into his mouth.
“Shit,” Soren whispers, leaning into my neck, inhaling like he’s holding himself back. “You two are going to get in a lot of trouble.”
“That can be arranged.” Micha smirks, hands behind his head as he leans against the mattress and watches us leisurely.
Soren’s tentacle is desperate for him to move. It’s spasming, swirling around my insides, searching for that friction. He groans, his hips against mine. “Let me move, Karma.”
My face stitches pull as I smile wide. “No. Let Arlo play.”
He quirks an eyebrow, like he can’t believe I’ve dared to disobey him.
“Micha?” Soren calls, and the older brother tilts his head, waiting for the request. “Hold Arlo’s head.
He’s going to suck my balls as I fuck his girlfriend.
” My pussy clenches around Soren, and he shifts his hips minutely, seeking pressure.
“No more teasing, darling.” He reaches behind, grabs my ankles, and spreads me apart.
Micha lowers to his knees, holding Arlo in place for what’ll likely be a brutal attack against his poor mouth.
Soren doesn’t warn me before he pulls out and slams back in, keeping my legs outstretched and wide open. My head falls back, hair draping behind me, and I scream, his assault far harsher than it was before. It feels like pure ecstasy skating up my back.
“You look so disgustingly pathetic like this, lil bro,” Micha mocks, and I wish I could see what Arlo looked like right now. Soren’s slamming into me quickly and roughly; Arlo’s mouth must be going through torment.
Soren’s body jerks suddenly, and he shouts, “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Relax,” Micha laughs. “Arlo, keep your pretty mouth there. I’ve got a tight hole to play with.”
“Don’t you dare,” Soren growls, still pumping into me, focused on our incoming climax.
“Shut up and focus on placating the dead girl.”
Soren leans into my neck, and his teeth dig into the flesh.
He groans loudly. I can now see over his wide back, see Micha sitting on Arlo’s lap whilst Arlo continues sucking Soren’s balls, but Micha’s finger is dipping into Soren’s ass.
My cunt quivers at the sight, and Soren groans deeply again as Micha smirks and slips his finger in further.
“I bet you’ve never had anyone in this ass. Have you, Soren?”
“No,” he grunts out, and I can feel the electricity powering up inside of me, ready to experience that mind-blowing pleasure.
“We’ll change that. Won’t we, Karma? You want to watch me fuck your daddy’s ass one day?”
“Yesss,” I hiss, digging my fingers into Soren’s shoulders. His tentacle is swelling, expanding, shifting, reaching lengths no cock should reach. The tip snakes through my chest, reaching to the back of my throat. “I’m going to come, Daddy. Fill me up.”
“Say please,” he grunts, grabbing my jaw and forcing me to look at him.
“Pretty pleasssse.”
“Good girl. Now take it. Take it all, my perfect thing.”
I detonate with the first rushed spurt of his cum, so thick and warm and powerful, setting off the sparks from my body. They come hot and fast, flooding me entirely as I cling to his back like I’ll die from the pressure.
Maybe sex is the way I’ll truly die. I wouldn’t mind.
My stomach pushes, rounding and swelling. I slump back against the mirror, Soren panting over me as he shivers and finishes leaking. Micha helps Arlo up, kissing him intensely, before they both turn to look at my stomach. Expressions turn from excited and lustful to downright terrified.
“Holy shit,” Micha mutters, and Soren pulls back, gently grabbing the sides of my stretched stomach.
“Look at this beautiful, bred body,” he murmurs, pulling his tentacle out tauntingly slowly. When he exits, it’s like pulling a plug out of a bath, and he presses down on my stomach, watching the white liquid gush from my hole onto the ground. Everyone stares.
“If Karma hadn’t milked me for everything I’m able to produce with her electric cunt, I’d be hard right now,” Micha admits.
Soren smiles and leans in. “Are you satiated yet, my darling cannibal?”
I feel much better, less on the verge of evaporating if I don’t get pleasure, but there’s still urgency, still the need for more.
“Can none of you fuck me again?” I whimper.
“What?” Micha sputters. “You want more.”
I bite my lip and nod.
“Fucking hell, Karma. You’re testing us,” Arlo says with a soft smile. “Do you want me to eat you out until you’re satisfied?”
“I don’t think she can be satiated,” Soren sighs, but he doesn’t look annoyed. None of them do. They look a mixture of happy and concerned.
Soren steps away, and the sight of his tentacle covered in my cum makes me shiver. His eyes widen as he watches me.
“Oh no,” he laughs exasperatedly, holding his hand out. “No more, Karma. I’m truly spent. You need to wait.”
“I don’t think I can,” I whisper, moving off the vanity and taking slow steps forward. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I can still smell sex in the air, and it’s overpowering. “I need more.”
“Come on,” Micha sighs, stepping forward to wrap his arm around my waist, holding me still so I can’t ascend onto Soren any further. “Let’s get you into bed.”
“No,” I snap, darting forward, arms out in an attempt to reach Soren, but I’m slung back into Micha’s chest.
“Yes. Now,” he demands.
“Get… off…” I grunt. “I need it.”
“No, Karma, you need to relax and get some sleep,” Soren says with a worried glance at Micha’s arms around my waist.
“Do you need someone to eat?” Arlo offers, and I rapidly shake my head.
“I need cock sssstuffing my pussy,” I whine, bucking and kicking, trying to get away from Micha.
“Shit,” Soren grumbles. “I’m pretty sure we’ve turned a cannibal into a nymphomaniac.”
“What do we do?” my sweet little Arlo asks, and my attention turns to his pale neck. There’s dry blood stuck to his skin around the holes my teeth made, and my tongue creeps out my mouth. “Err, why is she looking at me like that?”
“Because I want to ssssuck you dry, pretty boy.”