38. Arlo #2
“Oh, shit,” I mutter, the size way more intimidating now that it’s up close.
Karma sticks out her long snake tongue as it gets closer. She licks up the side and presses her mouth to the suckers. Soren move his hips back and forth, sliding them across her lips.
He grabs the back of my head as Spiral slips a finger in my ass, and I squeal at the intrusion.
My mouth slams to the upper side of his tentacle, and I move my lips on instinct, licking and sucking the flesh.
He groans out as we work either side of his cock.
I reach over and grab his tip, moving my hand up and down.
“Fuck yes. That’s it. You two are just begging for cum, aren’t you?” Karma and I mumble our agreement. My ass tightens as Spiral pumps his finger, and Karma whines and rocks against me, worked over with his other hand.
“I think it’s time your daddy has a taste of a cock in his ass.” Micha pushes Soren’s back to bend at the waist. The big guy doesn’t protest or fight against my brother, letting him press the tip of his cock between his cheeks.
“Spiral,” I whine as his finger is replaced by the thick bulging head of his top cock.
“You’re both so tight,” he groans as he pushes inside my ass and Karma’s pussy at the same time. She keeps licking and sucking at Soren’s twitching tentacle, and when I don’t immediately continue, Spiral spanks me again. “Lick Daddy’s cock.”
I return to working him over, staring into Karma’s eyes as we move our mouths across the tentacle. Our bodies shift as Spiral bottoms out inside of us, and we groan together. Soren’s cock inches forward when Micha thrusts inside of him, and the dominant pair moan in unison.
“Look at your ass swallowing my cock.” Micha grips his hip and fucks into him quickly, Soren’s teeth baring as he hisses and accepts the brutal attack. “How do Karma and Arlo feel, Spiral?”
“So, so fucking good, Master,” he cries, pulling back and shoving inside roughly. Karma’s moans are music to my ears, and the sound of bodies slapping together reverberates around the room.
I use my hands and mouth to rub up and down Soren’s tentacle, the sweet liquid leaking from the suckers and dipping into my mouth. Karma reaches between us, and I twitch in her palm as she grabs my cock and quickly jerks me off.
“I love cock,” she mumbles.
“Me too,” I mumble back.
“What do you think about our three little subs, Soren? You think they deserve to come every single day for the rest of their fucked-up lives?”
“Depends,” he smirks, his whole body bucking with each of Micha’s thrusts. “If they wake us up with our cocks in their mouths.”
“No fair. I love waking up to some sloppy head,” Spiral exclaims, leaning over my back to fuck us harder.
“Oh god!” I scream, the feel of Karma working my cock in her hand and Spiral’s cock in my ass too much.
“Don’t clench me like that, Arlo, or I’m going to come in this tight little ass.”
“Shut up or I will come.”
“Oh, yeah? You like dirty talk as I fuck you?” He laughs wildly. “I knew you were a freak the first time I saw you. Is Karma jerking off that big, pierced cock? You gonna shoot your hot load all up her stomach and tits?”
“Bite him, Spiral. If you want him to come,” Micha suggests, and I narrow my eyes, pretending that I hate them disputing my own orgasm right over me.
“Do I get to decide when he comes, Master?”
“Yes. Do you think he deserves it yet, runt?”
There’s a pause, and then Spiral says, “No.”
“Then edge him.”
“No,” I beg, moving back onto Spiral’s cock, terrified of the punishment. “Please, no.”
“Beg,” my brother demands.
“Please, Micha, don’t let him edge me. I can’t take it. I need to come. I’m so close.”
“Has he pleased you enough, Spiral?”
“Not yet,” he grins. “Let go of his cock, Karma.” I shake my head, but she smirks around Soren’s cock, releasing me as my orgasm is about to hit. Spiral stills inside of me, and I sob, my cock and ass twitching as if I’ve slammed into a stop sign.
“I’ll never get over that sight,” Micha sighs.
I shake and blow out a breath, trying to calm myself as Spiral slowly starts moving inside me again, Karma’s hand returning to my throbbing dick.
“Your cock feels surprisingly big for a mere human,” Soren grunts.
“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” Micha bites back.
“Yes. You want me to try and put mine in yours?” he mocks.
“Fuck no. You’d split me in half. Karma’s body is designed to take that thing. Mine isn’t.”
Karma’s electricity sparks out her fingertips as Spiral slams into us, tingling my cock and making me clench.
“Holy fuck,” Spiral cries. “Your holes are begging for it.”
“Please, Spiral. Please let us come,” I pant, rocking back onto his cock and simultaneously shifting in Karma’s warming, whirring hands.
“As soon as you make Daddy come, you can come.”
Karma and I move our mouths desperately. Soren’s tentacle twitches, swelling and growing. I lift up my hand to reach for his balls, and I can feel Micha fucking him. The sight makes me drool. I grab Soren’s balls in my hand and massage them as we kiss, lick, and suck his tentacle.
As soon as I squeeze them, he groans loudly and grabs his cock, aiming the tip into my mouth and ejaculating copious amounts of seed.
I gag and cough—there’s far too much for me to take alone—and let it drip down into Karma’s awaiting mouth.
She catches it happily, swallowing every droplet like it’s heaven itself.
Micha’s eyes snap open as he reaches his own orgasm, staring into my eyes. His lips part to release a cry that’s a mix between a guttural groan and a broken whimper. The sight of him staring at me and fucking Soren’s ass through his orgasm makes me twitch in Karma’s hands.
“Shit, that was hot,” Spiral whines, pumping into us faster.
“You did as you were told. You three can come now,” Micha says between gritted teeth as he pulls out of Soren’s ass, trails of cum dripping to the floor.
Karma squeezes the base of my cock and rubs the top half with fast pumps.
Spiral’s thrusting cock sends me over the edge.
Pleasure tightens inside me to the point of pain as my cum shoots up Karma’s stomach to coat the bottom of her breasts.
She cries out, unable to do anything but hold onto my leaking cock as she comes, and Spiral follows with a shout.
He uses us to milk both his cocks for all he has, filling my ass alongside Karma’s pussy.
The three of us fall into a panting pile as Soren and Micha start to clean us up with cloths they find around the room. I’m too satiated to move, snuggling atop Karma and beneath Spiral, and we let them clean up what they can.
“You did so good,” Micha whispers into my ear. “I’m proud of you, little brother.”
“Thank you, Micha,” I sigh, reaching my hand out to tug him closer. I need to feel him.
“Let’s get you lot dressed and into the car. I think it’s time we finally left this wretched place,” Soren demands as he picks up Spiral with one arm and Karma with the other. Micha carries me bridal style across the small room.
Karma and I smile at each other as I’m dressed by Micha, and my heart skips a beat at the sight of her true smile. Her own smile.
It’s beautiful.
Her pink jumpsuit is well and truly torn beyond repair thanks to Spiral, as well as the blood soaked into the sequins, but she doesn’t seem to mind that. I don’t think she cares about being naked.
As soon as Micha is finished with me, he presses a kiss to my cheek and makes a move to get Spiral ready. The clown isn’t as cooperative as me, and I hear Micha threaten the muzzle, but I’m too busy skipping over to Karma.
“Are you ready to leave now?”
She nods. “I think so.”