34. Karma
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
KARMA
Spiral and Micha seem to be in better spirits after ‘hashing out’ their issues. It’s pretty obvious what went down between them when Micha returned Spiral and marched off to get himself cleaned up.
Soren retrieved everyone’s clothes, including mine, and I dangle from my silk as I sadly watch them get dressed.
“You could ssstay naked,” I suggest, and Arlo giggles.
“Do you want the rest of the circus seeing our cocks?” Soren asks, and it’s a valid point. I don’t like the rest of the circus, so no, they don’t deserve to witness these masterpieces or their masterpenises.
The tension between the five of us has settled, and it no longer feels like someone’s on the edge of snapping. Spiral doesn’t say anything when Micha returns and pockets the muzzle, though he’s well aware Micha is keeping it for a reason.
“Is there a show on tonight?” Arlo asks.
Spiral shakes his head. “Everyone will be getting ready for the big finale tomorrow.”
Arlo’s bright curls bounce as he looks between me and Spiral. “The big finale?”
I spin down from my silk and land beside him. “It’s a ssspecial show.”
“But won’t you be leaving town then?”
“Morning after,” Spiral confirms quietly.
We exchange glances. I notice Soren and Micha also communicating silently through their eyes.
“We could sneak away then,” Soren suggests.
“Everyone would be preoccupied. No one would notice,” Micha adds.
“Kreo will be there for the finale,” Spiral interjects. “He’ll want me and Karma with him. We’re always there for the end of the show.”
I scowl. He’s right, and I hate it. It’s like being shown off whilst confetti bombs shoot off and sparklers line the stage. It overwhelms my hearing and vision.
But as much as I hate it, I don’t hate Kreo.
“We haven’t decided anything,” I say quickly, picking up my collar from the floor. The black material with soft green and pink balls at the end of each triangle physically weighs almost nothing in my hand, but it feels like it weighs a ton.
“We’re not leaving without you, Karma,” Arlo says certainly.
“We can’t stay here,” Soren adds. “I can’t live in a cage, and that’s where Kreo wants me.”
“Until he inevitably kills you. He’ll pick you apart for his tests and jars. You’re not the first and you won’t be the last,” Spiral says.
That makes my chest succumb to an uncomfortable ache. Kreo could live without me. His circus would go on. His circumstances aren’t life or death. But Soren’s are.
“Jussst… let me try and talk to him first,” I offer, but Micha brushes past.
“Soren, you’ll need to get back into the cage so Kreo doesn’t realise anything’s amiss.
Arlo and I will head home to pack our things and free you before the end of the show.
Then Karma and Spiral can sneak away when everyone is occupied with the finale, and we’ll be out of here before anyone realises. ”
It rivals my instincts to consider this, but I know he’s right. I don’t want to have to live away from these four. With Micha and Arlo as civilians, Soren in a cage, and Spiral and me under someone’s thumb. Kreo will always be my creator, but I don’t want him to be my master anymore.
I didn’t think I felt love, but I must love my men, because it seems I’ll do anything to exist with them.
Maybe that’s the constant cravings for sex talking, but I think it’s deeper than that.
“We need to know you’re in this with us, Karma,” Soren whispers, coming to stand in front of me.
He takes my hands, uncaring that they’re dead and cold compared to his fresh and warm skin.
I stare into his bright blue eyes, and the electricity in my veins ignites.
Micha stands behind me, trapping me between muscles.
Arlo and Spiral move either side of me, Arlo kissing my cheek and Spiral biting my earlobe.
I’m completely surrounded by cock, and whilst they’re waiting for my answer, I’m too busy thinking of how their hands feel on my skin.
“Are you one of us?” Micha whispers.
“You’ll stay with us, won’t you?” Arlo begs quietly.
I look to Spiral, and he smirks. “You’ll never be hungry with us again. We’ll kidnap anyone you want, release them for you to hunt. You’ll have cocks, mouths, hands at your disposal. You’re not getting rid of us now, dead girl.”
“But your pain?”
He shrugs. “I’ll survive.”
“Let me ssspeak to Kreo. I’ll find out if he can help you. I’ll tell him that if he wants me to stay—”
“No,” Spiral says with certainty. “He can’t know our plan. I’ll be okay. I guess I’ll have to live in your cunt to get away from the pain.” He kisses me with passion as Micha trails his lips across my nape, and Arlo skims his across my neck.
Soren steals my gaze, and I see the finality there, the assurance. He’ll take care of us. He’ll watch over us. “Are you with us, Karma?”
I have an evil clown who understands the ache that comes before desperation.
A sweet masochist who lets me sink my teeth into him.
A sadist who keeps me in check and tests our boundaries.
And a monster who cares about his pack so deeply that he’ll do whatever it takes to keep us together.
If there’s anyone who can survive a life on the run, hunting and eating humans and living out of the public eye, it’s us.
“Yes.”
Micha and Arlo tried to say their goodbyes in order to retreat home and get ready for the first phase of the plan, but a pang of uncertainty overtook my stomach, and I ended up dragging all four of my men back into my tent.
If we’re all saying goodbye for now, then we’re not leaving without one last orgasm.
“What’s this, darling?” Soren asks as I rip off my jumpsuit. Arlo grins wide. Micha laughs like he’s not surprised I expect one last fuck. Spiral licks his lips and tracks me with a sharp gaze.
I sit back on my mattress, the four of them around me in a semi-circle, and spread my legs. Their eyes collectively heat as I dip two fingers into my mouth, sucking on them before snaking down my stomach to my cunt. I circle the hole, wet with anticipation and excitement.
“Are you teasing us, Stitches?” Micha asks placidly, like the calm before the storm.
Soren folds his arms. “I think she is. She has the pick of the bunch, but she’d rather play with her own pretty pussy.”
“How about we show her how well trained you are now, pup?” Micha clicks his fingers, and Spiral rolls his eyes but drops to his knees with a snarl. “Which do you want? The muzzle or my cock?”
“Your cock, please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please, Master.”
“Impressive,” Soren chuckles. Micha rewards Spiral’s obedience and undoes his trousers. Arlo is fascinated with watching his stepbrother slip inside the clown’s black-painted lips—so am I.
“Suck me. Get me nice and wet for Karma. I’m going to be the first to take her ass.”
Excitement rushes through me, and I nod eagerly.
“We better get her ready then, Blondie.” Soren grabs Arlo by the back of the head, bending down to envelop him in a kiss that makes my knees weak.
Arlo is at our daddy’s mercy, taking every shift of his lips and tongue without restraint.
“I’ve got plans for you two. But first.” He smirks wickedly, and I stay deadly still as he lowers to his knees in front of me.
“Let her suck your pretty pierced cock, Arlo. I’m taking this cunt. ”
He pulls out his tentacle as Arlo kneels beside me and reveals his cock, the shiny piercings making the power in my veins fire faster. Both of them are already hard, throbbing, leaking, and it sends a burst of anticipation through my stomach.
“Can I bite?” I ask Arlo.
“Please do.”
He presses the tip to my lips, and my tongue snakes out to wrap around the head and squeeze. Precum beads at the tip which I lick up desperately. My mouth parts to take more, and I let my teeth descend, only enough to scrape, not enough to cut. His responding groan tells me how much he loves it.
“Look at you two,” Micha grins, dragging Spiral to sit on the other side of me. This is what I need at all times—all four of them, surrounding me with sex and devotion. “Watch how well he sucks my cock, Stitches.”
Soren’s tentacle circles my clit as Micha thrusts down Spiral’s awaiting throat. His black, hollow eyes stare up into Micha like he’s both a saint and a demon, his master and his worst enemy. He gags, drools, tears up, but he takes every thick inch.
“Tell Karma how you’ll serve us all for the rest of your life. Thank her for giving us to you, for bringing us together.” Micha pulls Spiral away from his cock and pushes his face to mine, and I release Arlo. Our mouths are millimetres away, and Spiral is gasping, staring at me with wide eyes.
“Thank you, dead girl.”
“You’re welcome, Ssspiral.”
“Good pets. Such good manners,” Soren praises.
“Beg me to put my cock back in your mouth.”
“Fuck my empty whore mouth. Please,” Spiral whimpers, and my arousal swells at the sight of Micha dominating Spiral so intensely. Soren’s suckers tease my clit as Arlo waits patiently and lets me watch the pair.
“Please, what? You know better, mutt.”
“Please, Mast—”
Micha thrusts in deep without warning. Spiral fights with his hands pushing against Micha’s thighs, gagging at the intrusion, but Micha holds onto his head and fucks his mouth regardless.
“Were you saying something?” he asks mockingly, a fire in his eyes I’ll never get over. “Come on. Finish your sentence.” He laughs, shoving his cock deeper, hitting the back of his throat repeatedly. “Don’t be shy now, pup. You have an audience.”
“Eyes back on me, Karma,” Arlo whispers, gently turning my head to look at him. He smiles tenderly, but it doesn’t reflect his erratic movements. His cock is desperate to slip into my mouth, and I let him, not wanting my sweet boy to wait any longer. “You feel so good.”
Soren pushes his tentacle inside as I spread my legs wider to accommodate his large hips. I’ll never get over how big his cock is, how deep it manages to go. He reaches over to Arlo and slips his thick fingers between those plump lips.
“Suck them like you suck cock, Blondie.”