31. Karma #2
Satisfaction courses through me alongside electricity as I stare down at the man who caused me so much difficulty, begging for me.
I understand why Soren and Micha enjoy it now.
I feel powerful in a way I haven’t before.
I don’t need my teeth or my hands or my strength to command this power—it’s done without physical force, and that’s a feeling of ecstasy I never want to let go.
I grab the sleeves of his jumpsuit tied around his waist and pull them apart, moving aside to tug it the rest of the way and reveal hard and dripping cocks. I took them both a few hours ago, but my pussy is already aching for more.
“Do you ever want to feel pain again, Karma?” he asks quietly as I angle his bottom cock to my pussy and stroke the top one with a tight fist.
“No,” I reply quickly, letting the thick head of his cock penetrate my folds. “But I want to take yours away.”
I sink down, steady and slow, my foot digging into someone’s back to keep me in control. I can feel every ridge of his bottom cock slipping against my insides and dragging his precum to coat my walls. He’s so damn thick, like each bulging vein was made to fit inside of me with precision.
“Perfect little pussy,” he whimpers, and the noise shoots straight to my stomach. He looks so pathetic like this, black and white hair dishevelled, covered in blood on our podium of death. “I want to die when I’m not inside of you.”
“I can arrange that,” I smirk, leaning down and rocking my hips slowly, teasingly. His eyes roll, hands tightening around my waist. “If you stop plotting to kill me, I’ll let you live inside me and my boys. Let me live with them happily, and I’ll get Kreo to fix your brain.”
“Kreo won’t let you,” he moans, fighting the urge to fuck up into me. “He won’t let you keep them, Karma.”
“He will if he wantsss me to stay his showgirl. Do you want me or not, Ssspiral?”
“Of course I want you,” he spits, thrusting up.
I bite my bottom lip; my sharp teeth dig into the skin.
I slam my hips down to hold him there so he can’t fuck into me anymore and squeeze the base of his top cock.
They both twitch, and his pleading eyes look up at me, the distant morning glow of the sun shining across his pale face. “I shouldn’t, but I do.”
“My boysss will want you to pay for what you did. You will be their bitch, their pet, and you’ll enjoy it.
You’re more pathetic than Arlo, aren’t you?
” I laugh and slide up his shaft, cutting off whatever bullshit protest he was going to feign when I drop back down.
“Aren’t you?” I repeat, swirling my hips in circles to feel him hit every spot.
“Yes!” he finally relents, and I reward him by shifting to the balls of my feet and leaning back to rest my empty hand on his shin, displaying my body and pussy for him as I rock up and down, bouncing like I’m trying to suck him dry with my cunt.
My hand moves in time with my pussy, dragging the leaking liquid from his head to his base.
“Oh fuck,” he cries, eyes flitting between my rebounding breasts and his cock sliding in and out of my hole.
“You’re a demon, dead girl. Sent to drain me. ”
“And you’re a desperate little fuck toy.”
“Please. Don’t stop. Never stop.”
My head leans back to stare up at the treetops as I use my hold on his shin to ride him until he explodes.
Cum spurts from his top cock to land across my stomach.
It triggers my own release, and I clamp around his pulsating, spewing flesh, snapping my head down to look at how pitiful his face becomes when he’s subject to intense pleasure.
I move back onto my knees and drag myself up his cock, and we watch and groan together at the sight of him leaking back out of me.
“The pain,” he whines, raising his hand up to press it to the side of his head. “Fucking shit.”
“What do you need?”
“Normally whisky,” he whispers before wrapping his arms around my neck and dragging me close. He rolls me over, and my head lands on someone’s thigh. “Just distract me. Please.”
“With what?” I breathe.
“Let me kiss you.” His hand rests on my cheek, his thumb swiping the skin beneath my eye, and the softness I’ve never seen from him before makes me… scared. “Let me devour your mouth.”
Spiral presses his lips to mine. He isn’t slow or soft like Arlo.
He moves frantically, and I don’t know if it’s the pain fuelling him or something else.
My snake tongue wraps around his to bring it into my mouth, and we fight for dominance, but he loses.
My teeth scrape him, and his blood leaks into my mouth; he doesn’t care.
It makes me hungry, although I have no intention of eating Spiral anymore.
Not when his cocks pleasure me so well. He’s an important part of my mix with Micha, Soren, and Arlo.
I need them all equally; I want them all permanently.
He pulls back, panting, and smiles. I don’t like this mood change on him.
“You taste like death.”
I huff a laugh and tap at the stitching in my neck. “I wonder why.”
“I like it.”
He stands and pulls me up, but we’re on an unsteady pile of dead bodies and stumble back to the dirt floor.
“Come on. Your boys will be awake now.”
“Wait,” I mutter, leaning down and picking up one of the dead wrists. I stomp on the back of the elbow until it breaks free, and I tear it from his arm. I prefer my meat as they’re dying or as fresh as can be, but this will do.
Spiral watches me with wide eyes as I start to eat the skin from the bone.
“I’m not even going to mention it,” he mutters before tying the arms of his jumpsuit around his waist and stomping in his black boots back to the show tent.