32. Soren
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
SOREN
“Where the hell have you two been?” Micha shouts.
Karma comes marching in with a shit-eating grin around a mouthful of flesh that I presume was once connected to the arm in her hand, and Spiral is beside her, just as gleeful.
I reach forward and grab Karma so I can put space between the pair.
“Sssoren!” she hisses, pushing me away, and Micha grabs Spiral. He throws him to the floor and presses his boot into his chest. “Micha!”
“Why isn’t he tied up?” Micha asks, pointing to the loose rope and muzzle left on the floor.
“We had to help Dolly,” Spiral grunts out, and Karma takes another bite of the arm, chewing loudly and leaking blood down her chin.
“Who is Dolly?” Arlo asks tentatively, moving to stand beside Karma. He offers the disconnected limb a tentative look but smiles at Karma anyway.
“The clown who looks like Ssspiral,” she says with a shrug.
“She was being attacked in the forest by some guys,” Spiral says.
“Is that who the arm belongs to?” I nod to the appendage.
“Yesss. There’s a pile of bodies in the forest.” Karma looks down at Spiral and snickers, and they share a private grin that makes my chest flare.
“At least you won’t be hungry for a few days,” Arlo offers.
“I prefer them fresh,” she sighs, taking another bite before lobbing the arm across the room. “You can let him go.”
Micha scoffs. “Why would I do that?”
“Spiral is my pet now.”
The clown rolls his eyes and grabs Micha’s calf to shift him, but he digs his boot deeper and leans down. “One threat of you or your freaky eyes, and I’ll throw you into that pile of bodies. Got it?”
“Got it,” Spiral mutters, and my eyebrows furrow. He’s being surprisingly compliant.
Micha glares, staring into Spiral’s black eyes, before lifting his boot away and retreating to Karma. He grabs the back of her neck and slams his mouth to hers, and she doesn’t waste a moment returning the favour, her hands roaming his chest as he explores her mouth.
It’s a dominance play; I can tell by the way Micha watches Spiral’s reaction from the corner of his eye as he kisses Karma. Spiral glares, chest heaving, but he doesn’t move from his spot outside our little group. Because regardless of whatever one-on-one he had with Karma, he’s still an outsider.
Micha pulls back panting, and I notice the blood on his lips. “Remind me to wait until you’ve not just had a meal next time,” he huffs.
“You’ll have to figure something out soon,” Spiral interrupts. “Kreo will be back eventually, and he won’t like Soren out of his cage or either of the brothers hanging around. Besides, the circus will move when he returns after the big finale.”
I hadn’t thought about that. I was in that trailer for months, I know we’ve been moving, but Arlo and Micha live here.
“I can’t lose you,” Arlo says softly, pulling back one of Karma’s pigtails. The pink ball jingles as it drops to her back, and Arlo kisses her ear.
“We can leave. All of—” Micha cuts himself off and side-eyes Spiral. “Some of us. We can get out of here and never look back at this place.”
“I didn’t sssay I wanted to leave.” Karma sighs, stepping back. “I still love Kreo.”
“But you don’t even like performing. Not in front of people,” I counter.
Karma hates the bright lights, the audience.
She thrives in the shadows and darkness, and that’s where we can keep her.
“We could find somewhere where you don’t need to worry about hiding.
Where no one will see you until you need to hunt. Don’t you want that?”
I see it in her eyes—she does—but she’s split between the built-in loyalty to her creator and her obsession with us.
She looks away to find Spiral. “Would you come with us?”
He steps forward, parts his lips, and then shakes his head. “Kreo hasn’t fixed me yet, dead girl.”
“Good. It’s sorted. Circle doesn’t come with us,” Micha grunts.
“It’s Spiral,” the clown says promptly.
Micha rolls his eyes. “Same difference.”
“What isss your problem, Micha?”
His eyes widen as he stares down at Karma. “You’re kidding, right? After everything, you’re asking me why I don’t like the guy? Did he give you his magical dicks in that forest or something?”
“He was honest to me.”
“Honest? Honest? You think that freak has the capability to be honest, Karma? He’s lying to get you to trust him. He still wants to kill you and the rest of us. Surely you’re not that dick drunk?”
“Micha…” I warn, because his anger is overstepping into dangerous territories, and he scoffs again.
“Don’t you start. You know I’m right.”
“Just calm down,” Arlo whispers, moving around Karma to put a soft hand on his stepbrother’s arm. “You’re being mean to Karma.”
She’s expressionless despite her permanent smile, and she’s staring at Micha like she’s not quite sure how to comprehend what he’s saying. She looks almost hurt.
“I’m not going to kill any of you,” Spiral sighs, and something in his tone sounds convincing.
Micha steps into Spiral’s space, but the clown doesn’t back away. “You wanted to kill Karma before. You said so yourself. What’s changed, mutt?”
“You wouldn’t understand. She makes the pain go away. That’s all I need.”
“Micha, come on. We can sort this. Step away,” Arlo borderline begs. Micha steps back, but he doesn’t look any closer to calming down.
“I can’t believe this. All of a sudden you three are fine with the fucker? After he drugged Karma and made her feel pain?”
“I didn’t know it would have that effect,” he interjects.
“Still did it. And now I’m supposed to trust you? No. Not a chance in hell. Fuck this.” He shakes his head and walks off.
“Micha?” Arlo calls out. He steps to walk after him but thinks better of it and remains by Karma’s side.
We all watch as Micha storms out of the tent, and a wave of unease washes over me.
I don’t like our little pack fighting or splitting up, but if Karma says she wants Spiral around, there isn’t much we can do to argue with her.
“I’ll sort this,” Spiral says suddenly, running off after him.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea!” Arlo shouts, but Spiral is already gone. “They might kill each other.”
“Let them.” I wave them away and drag Karma into my arms, uncaring that her mouth is still smothered in blood. I kiss her harshly and span my hands around her waist. “Did he fuck you, darling?”
She grins wickedly and nods with excitement. “On lots of dead bodiesss.”
“I bet you liked that, you little freak.” I reach over to Arlo—who’s still staring at the exit of the tent with a pained, panicked expression—and pull him closer.
“Stop worrying about them. They’ll hash it out.
As for us…” Arlo’s lips part as I grab a fistful of his curly hair and pull. “I have different plans for you two.”
“Oh, yeah?” Karma grabs my tentacle, and it’s now I remember we’re all still naked. The suckers move against her skin whilst it wraps around her hand.
Arlo’s cock grows hard against his leg as I tug on his hair, and I laugh.
“Look at you. So desperate.” I lean in and pull his bottom lip between my teeth, clamping down and letting it out with a pop. “What do you think, Karma? Do you think Arlo deserves to come?”
Her evil eyes glint with mischief as she shakes her head. “Make him watch you breed me.”
A whimper breaks free of Arlo’s throat, and my smile grows.
“You heard our lady. On your knees, Blondie.” I don’t give him an option, shoving him to kneel, and his hard cock rests upwards against his stomach, smearing precum across his skin.
“Already so hard and aching. For what? You don’t get anything. ”
“Please,” he groans. He leans on his hands and digs his nails into the ground.
“Sweet boy.” Karma fake pouts, and I don’t miss how her mocking tone makes Arlo bite his lip.
I kneel and move her to the floor in front of him, so he’s watching us from the side. Her back rests against the floor, and I spread her thighs, lifting her ass to rest on my knees. My tentacle grows and shifts, searching for something to penetrate.
“This pussy,” I sigh, using my fingers to spread open the wet slit. Karma mewls, sharp fingers reaching aside to grab Arlo’s knee, and he hisses in a mixture of pain and pleasure as she digs into his flesh.
“Stop teasing me, Soren.”
“Look at how much control you have over your tongue. Clever girl. It’s a shame Arlo doesn’t get to feel it.
” My cock presses forward, sliding through the air to press against her clit.
Arlo’s eyes are wide and unyielding as one of my suckers attaches to the sensitive bud. “Are you ready for me, darling?”
She nods mindlessly, as though she’s already too consumed by pleasure to think straight. My little nympho. She’s addicted to cock, to pleasure, and we’ll spend the rest of our lives trying to sate her.
Not a bad life, if I say so myself.
I slip inside, my tentacle eagerly pushing deeper, and my hands wrap around her outer thighs.
I feel the ridges of her stitches, and the problem one at the bottom of her thigh is starting to come loose.
Her stitching was put under a lot of strain when she was tied up by her wrists and thighs, but I’m too busy watching her pussy gape around my thickening cock to care.
Her legs wrap around my waist, and her ankles cross to lock me inside when I bottom out.
“You want this cum, don’t you?”
“You know I do.”
“Gonna show Arlo how full your stomach can get? How you’d look swollen with my seed? You’re lucky you can’t get pregnant, Karma. Otherwise, you’d be in a permanent state, constantly bred by me.”
I pull back enough despite her locked legs to thrust inside. My balls slap against her ass with every rock of my hips. My position on my knees with her lifted hips makes me hit deep territory.
“Can you feel every inch inside of you?”
“So… big…” she gasps, grabbing for Arlo blindly.
When I shift back, I hear flesh tear, and I rut back inside as her left leg disconnects from the thigh to land beside us.
“Shit!” Arlo shouts, but Karma is too focused on her pleasure to care that her leg just fell off.
“Get the thread from her tent. Stitch her back up,” I grunt, grabbing her hips to slam into her.
Arlo doesn’t miss a beat, his naked ass running out the tent to fulfil my demands.
Karma’s eyes roll into the back of her head, her pussy tightening and twitching around me.
I reach over and grab her breasts, thumbing her nipples and circling the piercings.
Arlo returns quickly, crouching beside Karma, but I don’t relent.
I couldn’t stop myself if I tried, if she begged.
I’m at a loss to the euphoria that only someone like her—someone who can’t feel pain and stretches to the size I need—can gift me.
It’s a gift I’ll both treasure and abuse until I die.
“Could you not use your magical penis for ten seconds? I can’t get the thread through,” Arlo mutters as he holds her leg together and shakily slips the second stitch through.
I release her left breast and reach over to his cock, grabbing the throbbing appendage and moving my hand up and down quickly. “You’re so pent up.”
“That’s… not… helping.” His hips thrust on their own accord, and he gives up trying to finish Karma’s leg.
Her electricity makes the tip of my cock tingle and ripple down to the base, expanding suddenly without warning.
My balls and cock swell within seconds and burst. Karma groans out from the gush, setting off her own orgasm.
Arlo’s cock shoots cum to coat her growing stomach.
We both watch her stomach get bigger and bigger.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get over seeing that,” Arlo exhales, panting with me as Karma smiles happily at the ceiling.
“You doing the honours?” I ask as I slowly start to pull out.
He lays his hand on top of her stomach, smudging his cum into her skin.
When I’m fully out, he pushes slowly, and Karma starts twitching.
The copious amount of white seed squirts out of her cunt to cover her thighs and my deflating tentacle.
We fall into a tangle on the floor, moving Arlo to the middle. Karma snuggles into his chest, and I wrap my large arms around the two of them. The circus will be up and active soon, and we’ll have to figure out what happened to Micha and Spiral, but for now, we lie in a heap of bliss.