Maya was still trying to figure out what the fuck that had been. Was Kitty just being nice or was it a suggestive preview? Maya was juiced up enough that she could probably read everything as a come-on, but she also didn’t have anything else to think about, so she dwelled on the prospect of trying something completely new and overanalyzed their interaction for the next stretch of loneliness. Blindfolded and separate from the world, time as a steady, measurable entity was elusive.
Yet she wasn’t annoyed or frustrated or even bored. She didn’t think she’d ever felt more at peace staying in one place before. How strange that she’d found safety, security, affection and maybe something else—something deeper she didn’t dare articulate—in a demonic circus of all places.
“Feels like the old days. Beautiful young woman all trussed up for the ravishment and ravagement of whatever jinn or demon passed by. In return for protection, of course. Or in return for not destroying the village,” Lennon said.
She could just imagine him slouching in like a long-haired James Dean. He smelled like cigarette smoke and spirits, with a cologne undertone of insolence.
“Back then, though, the sacrifices wore white, virgin brides for the underworld.” Lennon hooked his fingers under some of the leather straps and made her breasts jiggle. “I like this better.”
“So glad I meet your approval and that my hometown will no longer need to fear a mischief demon mildly terrorizing it to annoyance,” Maya said.
“Let’s not be hasty,” Lennon said. “The sacrifice hasn’t been accepted yet.”
“Give me a break. We both know you’re going to accept it thoroughly and enthusiastically,” Maya said, “or else you wouldn’t be here.”
Lennon laughed, pulling and pinching her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers until he induced a sigh from her. Then he let them snap back, making her breasts ripple.
“Yeah,” he admitted. “You know, it really tickles my gills when I get a girl with a smart mouth.” He slapped that mouth, and Maya started, although it didn’t hurt. “Boss has been stingy with the view for a while. Can’t believe now he’s just leaving you out here for anyone, absolutely anyone, to come across and take advantage of. And what a view we have here, too.”
He traced the scroll designs on the leather of her underbust corset, teasing the undersides of her breasts with his knuckles before sliding down and slipping his fingers under the waistband of her panties.
“I’ve been meaning to welcome you to the little group of us performance artists. We’re not quite the draw like Oddity Row, but we do our part, don’t we, princess?” Lennon said. All of a sudden, he moved his hand to her cunt in broad, firm, unrelenting strokes.
Maya gasped, and the tip of his tongue briefly licked her upper lip, as though tasting her pleasure.
“Don’t call me princess, cupcake,” Maya said with a sneer.
Lennon slapped her again, stroking a particularly sensitive place under her clit at the same time. Maya whimpered and arched into his hand.
“Yeah, I like that,” he murmured close to her cheek.
“Being called ‘cupcake’? Unconventional, but whatever tosses your salad…”
Then Maya spluttered as—she didn’t know what it was, but something—probed at her mouth. It was too dry to be a tongue. His cock was presently hot against her thigh. He rubbed her neck with long, thin fingers, and he occupied his other hand with her cunt. And still, something sought entrance to her mouth. She parted her lips to ask, but the tentacles took advantage of the opening and stuffed themselves in, thrusting and stretching her lips thin over them. The prehensile intrusion surprised a moan out of her.
“You like me filling that smart mouth, don’t you, pet?” Lennon said. He kissed her cheek as the tentacles that comprised his hair vied for space in her mouth.
They wriggled against her tongue and hard palate, over the craggy terrain of her teeth, and when she caught them between her molars, Lennon panted against her. The tentacles that couldn’t make it into her mouth caressed her face and stroked her hair like smooth-fleshed serpents.
“Get them nice and wet. They’ll be inside you soon,” Lennon whispered.
“Why am I worried about being impregnated with squid demon spawn now?” Maya asked when the tentacles finally withdrew. She moved her jaw from side to side against the slight ache.
“No pregnancies allowed,” Lennon said. “In here, that is. So no worries.”
“That’s very comforting.”
“That sassy mouth was just filled with my tentacles, pet, and I could feel you moaning in my head, vibrating in my skull. You loved every minute of it, like a girl sucking three cocks at once. Are you really that insatiable?” Lennon asked.
His voice drifted down with him as he knelt between her spread legs and pulled down her panties. The chains connected to the leather bonds clinked as she shifted, parting her thighs more for him.
“After Ciarán, everything else seems doable,” Maya answered him, bravado that lost some of its bite with how breathless she was as he blew cool air over her heated folds.
Lennon laughed, filling the big top to the brim with his mirth. “Very spirited. Is your quim as hungry as your mouth?”
“I’m pretty sure it doesn’t sass back,” Maya said.
“Pity.” He flicked his tongue over her clit with a flexibility and speed that confounded her, but after long enough, she didn’t care how, as long as he continued. And as long as the tips of his tentacles would stop teasing and just spear into her, for fuck’s sake.
“I also forgot to express my gratitude for shoving Valorie off into my bed,” Lennon said. “Well, technically I’m in hers, but I was more than willing to swoop her up when Bell discarded her in favor of you.”
“I didn’t—” Maya cried out as the first two tentacles plunged into the hollow of her cunt, spreading her open like delicate fingers. “I didn’t—fuck—didn’t push her out. Bell didn’t discar― Oh shit, you’re…”
Lennon slipped in two more tentacles. They squirmed, curled and stroked independently of each other, creating sensations she had never felt before, impossible for cock and fingers alike. And there was that one tentacle tickling mischievously at the place inside that attacked her body with pleasure like a lightning storm. Even with Bell’s command not to come, she already thought she wasn’t going to be able to hold back.
Maya didn’t care who heard as he brought her to orgasm with embarrassing quickness. Pleasure wracked her, as inexorable and undeniable as when the Ringmaster dealt pain. Perhaps there were guests huddled at the tent entrance right now, lovers peeking in or hiding under the stands, someone jacking off in the back. She didn’t care about it or anything other than the writhe of tentacles in her cunt and the writhe of his slithering tongue over her clit.
“You can’t resist me, love,” Lennon said after slurping his tongue back in. “I’ll have your scent on me all evening, knowing that Bell will have his way with you later because of me. One more orgasm for Lennon, yeah? Go on, girl,” he growled.
The writhe inside her turned furious. Her hips bucked helplessly and she screamed to the catwalk, spurting a flood onto his tongue.
“I’ll count that as a significant win in my column,” Lennon said. He pulled his tentacular hair out of her cunt and pressed a kiss to her stomach before replacing her panties, leaving her to soak the crotch with the aftermath of her arousal. “See you around, pet. Val might take issue if you try to steal me away like you did the boss, but you bet I’ll be on you if he lets us all have a go again. Maybe next time you won’t be all strung up like a sacrifice.”
“For God’s sake, I didn’t steal him away, and I’m sure as hell not going to do that to you,” Maya called after him.
“Warms the cockles of a demon’s cold heart to hear such devotion. Until tonight, pet.”
“That’s two, my dear. Two with just one man.” Bell clicked his tongue in her mind. “For shame, Maya. It’s like you’re not even trying.”
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sp; “Fuck you and the horse you rode in on,” Maya thought back at him, catching her breath.
Her head rang with his laughter.
* * * *
She knew it was getting darker outside when her black blindfold somehow became blacker.
“I’m not sure about this.”
“Bell said it was for anyone. I’m pretty sure we qualify as anyone.”
“I thought he was just talking to the demon fungus among us.”
“Then he would have invited the demons to a separate meeting, wouldn’t he?”
“If we’re not supposed to be here and you get smote down by Bell’s mighty lightning, it’s not like I can get out of the way, Lars. I’m conductible, too.”
“Bell isn’t God or Zeus. He’s not going to kill us with lightning.”
“I’ll bet he could if he wanted to,” Seth muttered.
“Hey, boys,” Maya said. “Whether or not Bell only meant demons, I’m not going anywhere, am I? Bell will know I was just fine with it. Okay? Come on in, the water’s fine, and I’m a little loopy from wearing this blindfold for… Wow, how many hours straight? What time is it?”
“Can we take the blindfold off?”
Maya was pretty sure the nervous one was Seth. “I’d love for you to, but I guess that’s really up to you to decide,” she replied.
“It’s about six,” Lars said, pulling the blindfold over her head.
“Thanks. Hmmm, felt later, darker. I guess the sun just started going down behind me.” Maya squinted at the light muted through the tan canvas. “Hi, guys.”
Bell really knew how to pick them. Lars was the deep brown color of wet bark, and Seth was fair as fair could be. But standing together, they were similar in height, weight, both of them lithe and ripped like the seasoned athletes they were. Pretty, pretty men in leather trousers just a foot away. Thank goodness they’d let her see this. Just thinking about them together now was enough to make her press her thighs against the tingle in her swollen, overstimulated folds and clit. Thinking about them together with her was just too good to be true. Yet here they were.
“Hi,” Seth said shyly. “So you’re really okay with this? This isn’t one of Bell’s…things?”
“Bell doesn’t do this kind of thing, remember?” Lars said, nudging Seth.
“Yeah, there’s a lot he’s willing to do, but apparently that one is just too much,” Maya said.
“Something about Arcanium not playing the role of hell, which is rich coming from him, being a demon and keeping us in line,” Lars said.
“Not to mention keeping us horny,” Seth muttered.
“Tell me about it,” Maya said.
Seth swallowed and rocked on the balls of his feet. A not-so-surreptitious glance at the front of his trousers made his arousal quite plain to her.
“Ever since Bell gave the invitation to, um, play with you,” Seth said, “I can’t seem to get it out of my head.”
“Me either,” Lars said. “But you’re good, right? With this happening?” He trailed his fingers across her outstretched arm, his other hand curled over Seth’s shoulder.
“Oh yes,” she said. Turned out that after hours of anticipation and a couple mind-shattering tentacle orgasms, her blood flow had carved out any number of easy pathways between her legs. Arousal coursed through her once more, sensitivity be damned. Just a glance at these fit, healthy young men—both of them touching her now and of course staying in contact with each other—and her body thought it could handle more. Much, much more. She was setting herself up for quite a night.
Don’t come, she told her cunt. Remember what Bell told you. Each orgasm is repaid with another, and I don’t know how many more I’m going to have before the performance. As usual, it paid no attention. And she couldn’t find it in her to mind all that much.
“Have I mentioned that I love your act?” Maya said as Lars leaned down to take her nipple in his mouth, sucking lightly.
“Mmm, you like watching two hot, sweaty men flexing their muscles very close to each other, do you?” Seth whispered in her ear.
“For instance,” Maya replied breathlessly, arching her back to bring her breast closer to Lars’ mouth and to bare her neck to Seth, who lavished it with open-mouthed kisses. Seth slid his hand up Lars’ bare head and held him against Maya’s breast, cradling the base of the skull as Lars kissed over the leather in her cleavage to give her other nipple the same gentle, considerate, but thorough attention.
That meant Seth had to step to her side. The bulge in his pants rubbed lightly against her hip. But the sight that truly gave her a charge was the fact that their arrangement meant Seth was chest-to-back with Lars, and Seth ran his hand over Lars’ shoulder blade. The men were truly Greek in their proclivities as well as their physique. It was like a fantasy, one she’d never allowed herself to think about too hard, but now she didn’t have to think about it. It was right in front of her.
She was pretty sure they wouldn’t kiss each other for her, and since they were so discreet about their relationship—or tried to be—she thought it would only insult them if she asked. So she bit her tongue and just moaned as Seth joined Lars at her left nipple.
They assaulted the tightened bud with their two tongues, brushing against each other in the process. Maya guessed it wasn’t considered gay if it was a threesome. She wasn’t going to make a fuss either way, because that sight and sensation was one of the fucking hottest things she’d ever felt, and they hadn’t even done anything below her breasts yet.
“Your turn, Seth,” Lars said, fluffing Seth’s hair as he enthusiastically applied himself solo to the peak of her breast, which at this point had completely submitted to the ministrations and sent little bursts of pleasure to her beleaguered but undeterred clitoris.
“You like that, Maya?” Lars asked. “You said you liked our act, but we like yours too. You ought to go out there like this.” He hooked a finger under her collar. “That would certainly get everyone’s attention right away. I mean, if we have to go out there topless, why not the femmes of our little troupe, right?”
“I’m sure Bell would be on top of that idea, but it can be distracting trying to keep your balance when your boobs are bouncing different directions. They already threaten to pop out at any moment,” Maya said.
“We noticed.” Lars smirked. “I thought you couldn’t fall. Like us.”
“Tell that to my cerebellum,” Maya replied. “And my amygdala.”
“How does this damn thing come off?” Seth asked, tugging at the straps around her breasts.
“There’s a system,” Maya replied. “And possibly a few magic words and a numerical combination that changes every thirty seconds. Are you absolutely married to the desire to touch my stomach or something?”
“No, just trying to take clothes off,” Seth said.
“My panties aren’t attached.”
“Oh.” Seth found the bottom of the corset. “That’s convenient.”
“Sorry, blood isn’t exactly going into his brain,” Lars said.
“Like yours is,” Seth scoffed, tugging her panties down her thighs. “Wish we could unbind you and take them off, but Bell was clear about that. The unbinding, I mean.”
“Another thing he was clear about,” Lars murmured against the corner of her mouth, “was the challenge to make you come.”
Lars unceremoniously slipped two fingers into her. She cried out at the sudden intrusion, but she was more than wet enough, her cunt clenching around him, glad to have something inside again—as though being stuffed to the brim with demon tentacles hadn’t been enough. Now she had two cocks pressed against her hips, clothed and bound in buttery leather. It had to be uncomfortable to be so constricted.
“You’re practically dripping. So warm. This is for us, right?” Lars said.
“Yes. Yes. For the two of you,” Maya replied, fighting not to close her eyes against the metal coil of pleasurable tension tightening around her spine.
“How many have you
had already?” Lars asked.
“Lovers or orgasms?” Maya asked.
“I love that that’s a distinction,” Seth said. “Now I’m curious.” He stroked her mound right above her clit, for which Maya was thankful, because she wasn’t sure she could handle direct stimulation right now.
“One demon,” Maya replied. “Two orgasms. I’m honestly surprised Ciarán and Moss never came back. They’ve had all day. I’ve been expecting them.”
“Wow,” Seth said, pausing as he tried to imagine it. His pale face flushed high on the cheekbones. “You…wow. That’s…adventurous. You’ve had them before? The invitation was for anyone who hadn’t been with you before, so that might explain why the tall and short guys didn’t show, but…wow.”
“You’re a beast, girl,” Lars said. “So, you with Bell?”
“Yeah.”
“I notice that aside from passing you around, he’s pretty protective,” Lars said. “I guess you seem to like the passing, so no judgment.” He had been fingering her pussy slowly, but now he thrust back in, canting her hips from his force. Maya bit her lip to keep from begging when Lars went back to the too gentle strokes. “But how is Bell with you? Just, I don’t know, making sure he’s treating you right, at least.”
“I’ve never heard Valorie complain,” Seth said.
“It’s not what I was looking for,” Maya confessed. “It just kind of happened. And kept happening. I wouldn’t call him a white knight, but he’s good to me. As good as jinn can be.”
“A lot of qualifiers in there, I notice,” Lars said.
“He’s not a good man,” Maya replied. She hissed as Lars thrust in hard again. “I have to remember he’s not a man at all sometimes. But for what he is, I couldn’t ask for a better one. I think that’s the best way I can put it. And he takes care of me. Sometimes in ways I’m not okay with, but it’s not me he hurts.”
“All right, I can accept that,” Lars said. “Seth, can you get these fucking pants open? My dominant hand is otherwise occupied, and Sasha makes them so damn tight.”
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