“I mean Caroline’s carried you long enough. Hand jobs, sucking you off, spreading her legs… If I have to worship at the altar, I’m damn well dragging you down with me,” Colm said.
“Wow, it’s like you’re obsessed with and despise me at the same time,” Caroline said. “Really makes a girl feel loved.”
“Let’s face facts, girl. It’s not too far from the truth.” Colm kissed the mark that he had left on her neck from the previous night. She hadn’t bothered to cover it up with anything more than her hair. It was a fool’s errand when sweat smeared the foundation.
“I don’t know if I can,” Riley said.
“Are you telling me you’ve never licked a woman’s pussy?” Colm asked incredulously.
All this was done in hissed whispers and low murmurs to keep the audience from hearing them. Lady Sasha was arching up, ecstasy on her face as the cobras climbed up Lord Mikhail’s body to wrap around her and rub their open-ribbed heads against her in blatant caresses. Caroline doubted the audience would notice if she started crying out a climax right here and now. They might even think it was part of the erotic act.
“No one ever asked and I never wanted to. Just didn’t think it would…” Riley trailed. “Besides, Caroline hasn’t asked.”
“That’s because I’ve been more than willing to eat her into all-consuming, screaming pleasure,” Colm said. “Shameful, boy. Utterly shameful for a Boy Scout like yourself not to be prepared to take care of a woman when she’s done everything you like.”
“It’s okay. Not everyone likes everything,” Caroline said. “Oh God, yes, there. Right there, Riley.”
He’d found a place against the pubic bone right above her clit that, when he pressed, shot hot little bursts of arousal and made her clit throb beneath his fingers.
“What about her?” Colm asked, pointing to Lady Sasha.
Lord Mikhail had flipped the snake charmer into the air—with the cobras still slithering over her and hissing at Lord Mikhail—and caught her in a new position. Now he held her in his hands by her ass, her leather-clad cunt facing him directly.
Caroline was focused on the way that Lord Mikhail’s erection was this close to no longer being contained by his leather briefs. His abdomen flexed as he bent backward again to display their carnality in a pose of prodigious strength and balance. The straight male and lesbian subsections of the audience, however, were likely captivated by the cobras pushing the string straps of Lady Sasha’s bikini top down. She bent back, her hair a lustrous waterfall behind her as she freed her breasts from the piece of leather.
She thought she was going to burst just from Riley massaging above her clit and the sight of the two sex demons, their bodies straining as though caught and frozen in the throes of their passion.
“What about the lady?” Riley asked.
“Would you gladly lick her pussy until she came for you?” Colm asked.
“Yes,” Riley said with a strangled groan.
“Then get on your knees and please your mistress who has given you so much,” Colm said. He yanked Riley’s fingers away, to Caroline’s cry of protest, and pulled Caroline out of Riley’s arms. Then he brought his hand to the top of Riley’s head and forced him to kneel. “If you wonder what you’re supposed to do, consider what you’d do for Lady Sasha if she asked.”
“Why are you doing this?” Caroline asked Colm. She stumbled back against him when Riley immediately yanked her panties down, tossed them aside then enthusiastically obeyed.
Such creative instruction must have inspired him. And Caroline was sure the sex demon magic had something to do with it too.
“Because I’m a selfish bastard, and I want to watch someone else do this to you instead of me. I want to see what you look like. And then I want what you give to him. Because if nothing else, the sex demons do bring out the best and worst of my desires. I’m demanding and I won’t take no for an answer tonight—not when I know you won’t say it, not when I know he won’t either,” Colm answered.
Caroline moaned so loud she thought someone was going to shush them—or join in. Riley had closed his eyes, but sometimes he opened them and looked up at her as though to remind her that Lady Sasha was the catalyst but he was doing this for her.
Colm clapped his palm over her mouth. His erection had taken the place of Riley’s against her ass, and he nuzzled her cheek with the sandpaper rasp of his unshaven jaw. Sometimes he dipped a hand under the leather covering her breasts to stroke and twist her nipple. Other times, he would guide Riley’s head, pushing him down to lap at her cunt or pulling him back so that Riley had to stretch his tongue to lick her clit. The son of a bitch probably knew what that reminded her of.
None of them saw Lady Sasha and Lord Mikhail’s act end, although the two demons received thunderous applause that echoed into irrelevance in the emptiness under the bleachers. It did, however, mean that Colm could take his hand off her mouth for a few seconds. Riley might not have performed oral sex on a woman before, but with the proper motivation, he was as earnest and eager as everything else he’d done for her. He learned quickly by the movement of her hips and Colm’s wordless instruction with his guiding hand, because Colm knew what she liked.
When Lady Sasha and Lord Mikhail went backstage and the Ringmaster called in some of the oddities for a juggling and tumbling act, the dynamic didn’t change. The audience sat down once again, but above her, Caroline could still hear the sounds of skin on skin and uncomfortable shifting, low moans and gasps. Some of them might have just been her own, too loud in her head as she panted. Her hips moved of their own accord now, her juices dripping down her thigh as though to entice Riley back to her cunt.
Finally, she couldn’t stay passive in Colm’s arms anymore. She plunged both hands into Riley’s hair, holding him tightly against her as he sucked on her swollen, sticky inner folds with obscene smacking sounds, tugging them away from her before releasing them and diving back for more. He said he’d never wanted to eat a girl out before, but she had a feeling that any reservations had fallen away, and she’d be the fortunate beneficiary of his foray into new territory.
Caroline’s sudden shift set them off balance. She nearly fell forward over Riley. Instead, he grabbed her waist with his strong arms and—never taking his mouth from between her legs—eased her down with him, holding her almost as well as Lord Mikhail had held Lady Sasha in their balancing strength act. He lowered them to the floor, Riley on his back, with her sitting on his face, her knees on either side of his head. He slid his hands from her waist to her thighs, parting them more for easier access.
It made her feel like a queen to be above him like this, cradling his head in her hands, with him in single-minded pursuit of her pleasure, his own either forgotten or just as served by tasting her. His hips rose behind her, his cock yearning, but he didn’t let go of her to touch himself.
Halfway through whatever act was going on at the moment, Caroline shook her head, her lips thin and tight against each other as she tried not to moan or shout. Her whole body was melting into Riley’s mouth, and she needed to scream, dammit. She didn’t care who heard. A high whine ripped through her. When she looked up to try to gather her wits together, she thought she saw eyes peering through the slats. People were watching her, maybe jacking off to what Riley was doing to her, and she couldn’t care less. She couldn’t even care about holding her cries in anymore. Let them hear. Let them all hear and join in, let it all devolve into the orgy everyone secretly wanted this place to become.
She released one low moan through the build of her slow, devastating orgasm. Then there was a fist in her hair. Colm slapped his cock against her mouth.
“If you can’t keep your head, I’ll gag you with this,” Colm said. The slick head probed against her lips, but he didn’t have to try hard. She’d already known this was how he’d wanted it to end—Riley buried between her thighs and Colm buried in her mouth.
Colm let out a rumbling groan as she turned her head and swooped to
take him in, all the way down to where his fingers wrapped around the base to hold himself steady. She breathed through her nose and tightened her throat around him.
Then who will gag you? She smiled smugly.
“Oh yeah, wicked girl, knew you were a cockslut from how much you gorged yourself on him.”
She grazed her teeth over the shaft as she pulled back up over him. He could think she was a cockslut all he wanted, but if he thought he could call her that without repercussions, it was time to let him know who had the real power when she was sucking him off. He bared his teeth from the pleasure and the pain of it.
Colm managed to restrain the rest of his vocalizations to low growls to match the short jerks of his hips as she bobbed over him. His cock absorbed most of her own moans.
She froze as Riley brought her over the waterfall, cascade after cascade of powerful pleasure rocking over where he drew out her orgasm. He groaned into her, sliding forward to lick at what her cunt had offered him. His tongue there made her cunt clench with every little aftershock.
Riley wiped his mouth against her inner thigh. The gesture was superficial and almost like a kiss, a declaration of the level of his devotion, of gratitude. Then he slid out from under her, leaving her wet and open and empty, his saliva and her juices cool on her overheated flesh and her leather skirt hiked up above her waist.
Caroline turned on her knees to devote herself more to the cock in her mouth. She trailed her fingers over Colm’s thighs, traced soft lines on his heavy sac, lifting and letting it fall. She reveled in the thickness that stretched her lips and the weight of his erection as she lashed her tongue along the underside on the way up every time.
Riley didn’t leave her for long. Just long enough to undo his shorts and position himself behind her, kneading her ass. The damp head pressed bluntly at her wonderfully used and abused folds to the oversensitive entrance of her cunt, but he didn’t take her right away, although he had to want to.
Colm’s neck was tight when he threw his head back, the cords standing out. His mouth dropped open in a silent howl. Caroline stopped bobbing over him, instead undulating her tongue and sucking in a discordant rhythm, the way she imagined her pussy would feel around his cock.
“Oh, you bitch,” he hissed. His hips abruptly snapped forward.
She struggled to take him all.
Colm held the back of her head and cradled her cheek to keep her still as he came. “Yes, swallow, wicked girl. Swallow it all.”
“I know how good that feels,” Riley whispered in her ear while she frantically swallowed Colm’s cum, and for some reason, that seemed like the dirtiest thing Riley had done so far. She wriggled her hips in invitation that he continued to shun.
“And now I know how good you taste. I might have to fight him over it.”
The visual surfaced of both of them between her widespread legs, vying for dominance, their tongues meeting and their lips so close they were almost kissing as they lapped at her. She squeezed her eyes shut against the return of her need, as tight and strong as though it had never been satiated.
Colm eased her off him, but he didn’t let her go yet. He smeared his saliva-coated, half-hard cock over her cheeks and lips. Heady with pleasure and accomplishment, she gave it kisses and little licks when it passed over her lips. Her body was tense, tingling. She felt as though she were floating out of it, even more so when Riley smoothly slid into her cunt that he’d made wet for himself. She was used and adored, using and adoring, lost in the cycle of give and take between her and her men, her and Arcanium, audience and performers.
Riley wasn’t going to last much longer, not after denying himself that long under the succubus’ influence. He rested his mouth against her shoulder, muffling his moans there as he squeezed her breasts in his hands and used them as leverage to push himself into her, grinding the thick lower half to make her purr.
When Colm had taken her humiliation as far as his affection would allow, he fell to his knees. He licked at the places that he had smeared himself over her before taking her face in his hands and kissing her. He sucked her tongue, gave herself something to steady her when Riley’s thrusts became too forceful to stay on her knees without help.
Then Colm split her folds with insistent fingers to find her clit so that she wouldn’t have to finish off alone.
“You’re welcome,” he murmured against her mouth before taking it again, dominating her through her second orgasm between her men.
When she’d finished, Caroline rested her head against Colm’s shoulder, looking through the slats to the ring, where the two male aerialists were locked in a spinning embrace. Their bodies were a beautiful contrast of light and dark together, but their expressions were what caught her attention. She wished she could untangle the mixture of contradictory emotions there. Whatever they were feeling, however, they were professionals, continuing their act regardless of how it clearly affected them, body and mind working in tandem, brushing against each other as intimately as Lord Mikhail and Lady Sasha.
“I’ll do a lot of things for you, my wicked girl,” Colm whispered against her hair after he’d glanced behind him to see what captivated her, “but that’s not one of them.”
Caroline laughed and nuzzled his skin. For her, Riley and Colm got close enough. She didn’t expect them to kiss and make up, as long as they could stand to be naked near each other in order to be naked with her.
Riley leaned his forehead against the back of her neck, panting cool air down her spine. Then he kissed her there and withdrew. She didn’t remember what Riley had done with her panties. She searched high and low and found them on one of the beams of the bleacher scaffolding. Fortunately not in the sawdust. She didn’t need sawdust sticking to the moisture between her thighs and getting in places sawdust should never be.
When she glanced up at where she thought she’d seen people watching them, they had since returned to their seat and the show. Caroline was just fine with that. It was all fun and games until the glances got awkward.
Gradually, the three of them returned to their places to watch the rest of the show. The eroticism reached a whole new level than the first time she’d seen the performance, which convinced Caroline that she had to come to the shows on kink days more often and get a better seat next time so that she didn’t have to peek through people’s legs. The things these people did had to break about five hundred laws in some places, but God, it was beautiful and thrilling to watch. She’d been satisfied two times over, and she was still aroused by the end of it.
Her two men had been stirred as well, walking closer to her as they headed back to the carousel, their hands brushing over her, squeezing, pinching, suggesting what more they could do when they reached the privacy of the cabin again.
She stopped and whirled around when she heard something she shouldn’t have heard.
The little boy stood in the middle of a triangle formed by the animal compound, the big top and the caravan. He couldn’t have been older than seven.
“Mom? Dad? Have you seen my Mom and Dad?”
Then the unmistakable cracking sound that sent ice down Caroline’s spine and stabbed through her belly. Like a thousand popping knuckles, the cracks overlapped because there was more than one monster coming around from the food booths and midway.
All the signs weren’t a joke. They gave the clowns permission.
The boy was trying not to cry, trying to be strong, his strident little voice easy to hear in the relative quiet behind the big top.
And the clowns were coming.
Chapter Eleven
“Caroline, no!” Colm whispered harshly after her as she darted toward the little boy, keeping her eyes on the clowns.
They hadn’t noticed her yet because they were hunting the little boy’s voice.
Riley caught on soon after and followed her, his bare feet nonetheless thudding heavily on the ground.
Caroline winced. Fuck stealth. The clowns would know where they were, and once they saw C
aroline and Riley, they’d be able to see where the two were heading. She’d lead them right to the boy.
“They’re coming!” Colm yelled after them.
Caroline looked over her shoulder. She saw Colm running after her and the tilting heads and open mouths of the clowns as they rounded the corner.
“Leave it, Caroline. You can’t save him! Dammit!”
The little boy watched the three adults approaching him with increasing alarm. He didn’t—couldn’t—understand what they were doing and why, but he knew enough to recognize when something was gravely wrong.
As soon as she reached him, Caroline grabbed the little boy’s arm and jerked him with her. “Run!” she yelled at him.
The panic in her voice overrode any conditioning against stranger danger. There wasn’t time to reassure him or explain the circumstances. All he needed to know was that he needed to move faster than his legs could carry him.
“Meredith!” the little boy shouted, pointing at a slightly older little girl who was also wandering near the animal compound and just as distraught. As soon as the girl saw the boy, she burst into a fresh round of tears and started running toward the boy that Caroline thought was probably her brother.
One of the clowns let out a keening trill that devolved into gibbering chitters of excitement.
“Riley, get her,” Caroline called, panting heavily and pushing on Riley’s arm toward the girl. She couldn’t get both children without losing ground.
They needed to get to the gate. In fact, they needed to get to the gate an hour and a half ago. She could only assume the children had made it this long because the clowns had been the second-to-last act of this particular performance and had probably stayed backstage till the end. Caroline wasn’t sure why the clowns had been in the midway area rather than by the backstage exit, but she thanked God for small favors and prayed for a few more.
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