Chapter Six

 

 

 

When they walked backstage the next morning, Kitty took one look at Seth’s bruises and the cut on his lip. Then she bustled them out of the big top and into the back of her tent.

“Does Bell know about this?” Kitty asked, digging through a plastic tub of first aid. She came up with a small wooden box.

“Doesn’t he know all?” Seth replied.

“Usually,” Kitty said. She sat Seth on one of her stools.

“Well, he didn’t interfere,” Seth said. “We…dealt with it.”

“You’re grown men, both of you,” Kitty said. Lars shuffled like a schoolboy when she turned her gaze toward him. “Surely there are better ways to work out your conflicts than a childish brawl.”

“It’s all right, Kitty,” Seth said.

“No, it’s not,” she responded vehemently.

Kitty opened the box. Inside, there were small vials of electric blue liquid. She selected one that was partially empty.

“We’re all animals,” she continued. “But what makes us more is our ability to reason, not lash out like beasts. We’re weaker than them because we’re smarter.”

She uncorked the bottle and poured a little of the liquid onto her fingertips. Then she started to rub it onto Seth’s black eye. It was cool and smelled like incense. His bruise almost immediately stopped throbbing.

“So use your damn brains, boys,” she said. “There is absolutely no reason for me to be healing your handsome face for the audience’s sake. We usually have to use this potion for when outsiders make sport of us or when the Ringmaster gets his lash into our backs—brutes and demons. If you think you’re better than them, then start acting like it. Now stay still, keep your mouths shut and think about your sins and how better to avoid them.”

Like scolded children, Lars and Seth did as they’d been told.

 

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They were both nervous standing on the catwalk above the ring. Valorie was performing the high wire instead of the trapeze tonight, so they were all alone up there. Before the start of the evening performance, she’d rubbed their shoulders and told them they were going to be okay, which meant that she must have seen just how anxious they were. They wouldn’t have been so anxious if they’d intended to fail.

They didn’t intend to fail. At the very least, if they didn’t fail they’d have a night with Valorie, which would confirm what Seth thought they both needed to know—that they still enjoyed sex with women, that it hadn’t been taken from them along with their lives and their pride.

Leather hugged their skin and cupped them, as supple and soft as kidskin. It felt decadent, not at all what Seth had imagined wearing leather would be like. It was hard to appreciate such a new tactile experience, however, when there were a couple of hundred people below about to witness their virgin voyage. It all certainly felt like Seth’s first time, the same nervous energy and excitement as well as the fear of spectacular failure.

“It’s time,” the golem in charge of the rigging said.

Seth and Lars climbed onto their respective circular trapezes. The cold sweat on Seth’s palms evaporated. His hands didn’t even shake as he tightened his grip.

Below them, the ring went dark. Then it was awash in blue.

“Brand new to Arcanium are our world-renown aerial acrobats, brothers of the air—their bodies perfectly attuned to each other, the countless hours they have spent together resulting in a dual machine of synchronicity and beauty. Indulge yourself tonight, ladies and gentlemen, in the spectacle of mysticism and magic of this exquisite, disciplined duet.”

As the Ringmaster concluded his introduction, the trapezes lowered into the ring until Seth’s and Lars’ feet were about twenty feet from the ground.

They held their swings with one hand, and they grasped each other’s forearms with the other. When the symphonic metal music began, so did the circular track the rings were on. The rings spun them around and around, gradually quickening through the slow beginning of the song until centrifugal force pushed their legs slightly outward. They kept themselves straight and rigid, their muscles tense to emphasize the line of their bodies and draw attention to their flexing physicality.

They maintained eye contact, counting the beats. But they also kept their eyes on each other to help the world around them fade away in a dizzying swirl. Seth ignored the whispers and murmurs from the audience, which was black beyond the reach of the blue spotlights.

There was no net beneath them. Arcanium didn’t work with nets. They had nothing but their hands on thin rings and on each other. Through the soaring tenor’s solo, they slowly extended their whole bodies away from each other until they were parallel to the ground, pointing their toes toward the audience so that the firm line they created now was their legs to their clasped forearms.

Applause was nothing but wind passing by Seth’s ears.

They brought their legs back in front of them then toward each other while the rings turned them as well, until Seth faced Lars. They touched soles, which allowed them to release their clasped hands and grab the rings with both. That gave them added strength to push their bodies forward. Their legs interlocked, thighs sliding against each other. Then Seth and Lars wrapped one leg around the other’s waist, bringing their hips together.

Lars let go of his ring. As strong as they were, their legs around their waists wouldn’t have been enough to hold them up.

But therein lay the magic.

Lars swung down, stretching his arms as though he was going to dive to the ground and plummet to the hard stage below. But with his hips pressed against Seth’s, he hung suspended. Seth could feel the outline of his for-now uninterested cock through the tight trousers, and he was sure Lars could feel his as well. Their bodies rocked like a pendulum, with only Seth’s grip holding them. His hands were so tight around the trapeze, it felt like he would never be able to let go.

Then Seth uncurled his leg from around Lars’ hips, and Lars mirrored the action. He slid down Seth’s body like sledding down a snowy hill—sometimes that caused a reaction, and this time was no different for Seth—until only their toes touched.

Lars and Seth spun around and around the ring on Seth’s trapeze, a perfect line of bodies with no discernible connection, no strings, no rigs, not even any strength involved. They simply didn’t separate. Couldn’t, but the audience didn’t know that. This time the audience’s applause swelled past the roaring in their ears, even louder when they started to swing.

They arched and curved and stretched their bodies, Lars a dark pendulum in the spinning blue until he rocked hard enough to reach his ring again. Their feet still touched, their bodies making a V in the air. They were like mirror images, except for the obvious—Seth fair and lightly freckled, Lars dark, sleek and hairless. Seth was suddenly very aware of the picture that they made, because for the first time, he felt he could see in his mind’s eye the way that the audience saw them.

As they lifted themselves to sit in their rings with their toes still connected, their bodies shone with sweat, though their hands stayed miraculously dry. After only five days of rehearsal, the aerial act felt like second nature to them, but it took a lot of work and concentration nonetheless. And sweat was part of the allure—clean and new and shining like oil where the shadows didn’t reach.

Seth leaped to Lars’ ring. This was where things became complicated. Not in terms of moves, but because this was where their feats of strength involved their bodies becoming one. Not mirror images anymore, but together in a sculpture of marble and aged bronze—the part of the act that had darkened Valorie’s gaze and made Joanne and Jane squirm shamelessly against the bench during their rehearsals.

It didn’t really matter what some members of the audience felt about two men hanging off each other in various strength positions—nearly contortions—those murmurs of gossip and rumor, whether any of them were disgusted or thought the aerialists were gay or just fucking hot. The haze of the sex demons still hung over the audience so that even discomfort would be arousing. Seth and Lars could relate.

The circling of their rings finally slowed with the decrescendo of the music. Seth stretched away from Lars to return to his trapeze. They slid their hands along each other’s arms until only their clasped hands touched, reaching for each other like God to Adam. They spun into the heavens once more to applause that Seth barely heard through the rush in his ears.

They had done it. A roughly five-minute act, their first, and they’d nailed it. As though they really had been training as long as the Ringmaster had said they had.

The Ringmaster finished the evening performance with an epilogue, but Seth didn’t pay attention. He was hard with exhilaration, and when he wrapped his arms around Lars in quiet celebration, Lars was just as erect.

How long had they been like this? Was it when Lars had slid down his body? Or when Lars had held Seth upside down against him, their mouths so close to each other’s cock? Or when Seth had had his legs around Lars’ waist while Lars grasped his shoulders as though fucking him from behind? He wondered what the audience would say about all that as they left.

But he and Lars didn’t have to worry about it, because they were high—high above the rest—and Lars was grasping Seth’s ass and rubbing their erections together, as though they hadn’t had enough of that in the rings, as though they would never have enough. In the rafters, no one but the golem could see them, and the golem didn’t matter.

They were fucking each other. Not in the literal sense—and Lars still hadn’t gathered up the nerve to give Seth a blow job in reciprocation, although he’d gotten so close—but there was no getting around that they were fucking each other.

Lars would never say it that way, because there wasn’t any between-the-legs penetration like there would be with a pussy. But Seth knew better. He also knew better than to mess with a good thing when it was right there in front of him. The sex was good. More than good. And Lars hadn’t fought Seth about what they were doing since that first time. Seth had been more than willing to indulge Lars’ denial for sake of peace and regular orgasms in this sex-charged circus.

Tonight he wouldn’t have to. Tonight, maybe they’d get to do a different kind of pretending—pretending that things were back to normal. That they were normal.

Which was why Seth was the one to stroke the back of Lars’ neck and whisper, “Save it for later. Valorie’s promise. I’m sure she’ll make it worth the wait.”

And in spite of any possessiveness he might have had toward Lars, which had only intensified over the last week, he was looking forward to tonight with Valorie as well. ‘Bra’ was not in that chick’s vocabulary. She knew exactly what she was doing when she teased, when Bell met her during rehearsals and she melted into him, when she practiced the tumbling side of her contortion with the pale, dark-haired acrobat, Lennon.

She had been giving them a reason to succeed, but Seth could also tell she’d been building up her own anticipation. When Seth saw her with Bell, he saw someone more than happy with her man, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have other fantasies or desires, just like Seth’s eyes kept wandering back to Joanne and Kitty.

The latter would never happen, but since Lars’ eyes kept wandering to Jane and vice versa, Seth got the distinct feeling that Joanne and Jane and he and Lars were dancing around the obvious. In their defense, Seth and Lars had been trying to juggle a lot. With Valorie as their carrot, that stretch of reward was nearly through. Seth was almost certain Lars might broach the subject himself after tonight. They’d been flirting long enough.

“It’s time to go,” Seth said, stepping away from Lars. He cupped his own erection through the leather. Now he could appreciate the leather more, feel it smooth against his palm and not rough against the sensitive flesh underneath.

“The lady is waiting,” Lars agreed.

They descended from the catwalk. The ladder was difficult to handle with their limitations, since when Seth went down first, he had to hold Lars’ ankle in order to ensure contact. But their balance was impeccable now. The ladder landed near the backstage exit in shadows behind prop boxes, so no one had to see them if they didn’t want to be seen.

Seth kissed Lars’ shoulder in the darkness, although they were close enough to the rest of the cast to hear the post-performance chatter. It spoke to how Lars had accepted Seth’s premise that he didn’t protest or shrug Seth off but accepted it in the spirit it was meant.

They left the big top and headed to toward the caravan, Lars with an arm slung around Seth’s shoulder. Like old times, when a little contact hadn’t meant anything at all.

“It’s like winning in the finals,” Lars mused.

In the distance, the rippling swell of the audience leaving the circus grounds, the low murmur of conversation and the occasional piercing laughter reached them in waves on the breeze. They were good sounds. Carefree summer sounds.

We missed graduation. But that felt like another life already. He hadn’t been gone long enough to miss it, and the circus was so far from their usual reality that it hadn’t completely hit him they’d been taken away from their old world. This was more like a vacation.

Seth guessed it would take a couple of weeks for their circumstances to truly sink in, somewhere around the ninth or twelfth time they had to perform that same act—although Valorie had told them she could teach them other things, and they could start creating their own routines once they got the hang of all they could do.

But the first time had been awesome.

“Scoring the winning goal in the finals,” Seth said. He mostly played defense these days, but he sometimes subbed for the forwards and had played in high school.

“Can you believe we actually did that?”

“Unreal,” Seth agreed.

“What would the team say if they’d seen it, two fullbacks doing the acrobatic thing?” Lars asked.

Honestly, they’d probably have ribbed them about the gayness of it—even Luis. But Seth believed the team would have thought it was awesome, aside from that.

He didn’t have a chance to reply, because a group of about six people close to Seth and Lars’ age came around the big top, laughing, the guys shoving each other and the girls hanging off the guys. All six were talking way too loudly.

Seth got nervous because Lars’ arm was still around his shoulder. Back before they’d been cursed together, it wouldn’t have made him nervous, though, so he tried to tamp down the anxiety as the group got closer.

“Hey, guys, looks like you got lost. The exit is the other way,” Lars said, pointing toward the gate, the complete opposite direction that the group was going. If they were as buzzed or downright drunk as Seth thought, it was an easy mistake to make.

“Oh, look, it’s the flaming queer and his nigger boyfriend.”

It didn’t matter which one said it. Seth was literally stunned, paralyzed that he’d actually heard what he most feared and what Lars feared even more. Lars’ pride ran deeper than his, and Seth had once had the bruises to prove it, because Lars was only afraid it was true while Seth secretly knew it was—on his end at least.

Lars’ hand on Seth’s shoulder tightened until it became painful. Seth winced. Then Lars tried to release him and couldn’t, his hand still trailing down Seth’s back when he attempted to move it away.

Seth did the only thing he could think of before Lars lost his shit and hurt the person closest to him, proximity-wise, which was always Seth now.

He put his own arm around Lars to allow Lars to let go of him then leveled a glare at the man who’d spoken, a tall, burly blond. “Why? Jealous?”

“Look at their pants,” another one of the men, brunet and thinner, said. “Definitely queer for each other.”

“Like what you see?” Seth shot back.

“Seth,” Lars muttered.

“Why would I like seeing two faggots getting off in public? There should be laws against that. There probably are. I should put in a complaint with management,” another guy said, this one in a preppy polo shirt and shorts his girlfriend probably picked out for him. He held onto his girl like a lifeline, as though conversation with gay men was contagious and his girlfriend was a vaccine.

“You seem to be awfully fixated on it, though,” Seth said. “What do you think, Lars? Closet cases? Been fantasizing about candy stores lately? Blow pops? A block of fudge? I’m sure we can oblige.”

He smiled, cranking the power of it up to ten. Seth noticed that at least two of the women on the three men’s arms immediately brightened at the sight.

Nothing like being a charming gay man to make him more attractive, Seth thought in wry amusement.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Lars whispered out of the corner of his mouth. He had clenched his hands into fists.

“Trying not to die,” Seth whispered back as surreptitiously as he could.

“God, it makes me sick. We shouldn’t have to see that homo shit, not down here where folks’re actually decent,” the preppy guy said. “It’s like a few blue states decide to ignore God’s law and suddenly all the fags in the world think it’s okay to flaunt it.”

“No one’s making you stick around and watch,” Seth said. “You can always leave. My friend was kind enough to point you in that direction.”

“That’s before we saw a couple faggots who need to be shown not everyone’s willing to bow down and lick their asses like they like it,” the blond guy said, stepping away from his girl and advancing on Seth and Lars with unconcealed hatred in his eyes.

Seth and Lars were stronger, but the guy was bigger, and Seth was beginning to wonder if playing gay was going to backfire worse than protesting too much.

“You know what I don’t get? If our existence is so freaking offensive to you, why would a few emphatically straight men waste their time not avoiding the gays, but going after them so that you can put your hands on their much hotter bodies? To convince them to…what? Stop being gay? Because thoughtless violence is going to convince us girls really are the better half of the species?” Seth asked.

The words came out in a rush, a last-ditch attempt to avoid a fight, since more fists were being clenched around them, and the girls were looking concerned and backing away from their men, which didn’t bode well.

Maybe he should have just let Lars throw the first punch and shown solidarity by throwing the second.

“It’s not about turning you straight,” the slim brunet guy said, coming up behind his friend.

“It’s about convincing yourselves that you’re not gay?” Seth offered.

Prep Boy advanced.

Seth kept a hand on Lars’ back as Lars met Prep Boy, hitting him first. After his practice with Seth, he nailed the cheek on the first try.

The girl who’d been holding onto Prep Boy cried out, her hands flying to her mouth.

“No, you don’t,” Burly said with gritted teeth. He stepped over his friend, who had fallen flat into the grass. “You don’t get to put your faggoty hands on my boys.”

“Logic isn’t your strong suit, is it?” Seth said. But because he’d been doing all the talking, Burly didn’t expect him to twist to the side and level a solid kick to his stomach. Burly clutched his abdomen and gasped.

“It’s like you don’t even listen to what you’re saying,” Seth added.

“You should listen to yourself, cocksucker,” Slim said. He wore a Green Lantern T-shirt. Seth was trying to figure out whether there was any irony to this when Slim punched him in the stomach.

Seth doubled over, dragging Lars down for a moment just in time for Slim to knee Lars in the nose. Seth flinched when he heard a crack under the high-pitched cries from the girlfriends.

“Whoa! What’s going on here?”

Seth twisted around to tell Joanne and Jane to get away as fast as they could—especially since they couldn’t move much faster than a power-walk at the best of times.

“Fuck off, freaks,” Slim said. “We don’t need you fag hags to interfere.”

“Fag whats?” Jane asked. “The hell? What’s this about?”

Seth helped Lars up. Lars was holding his nose, each exhalation a groan of pain. There was no question that it was broken.

“They think we’re gay,” Seth said. “And they believe violence is the solution.”

“Why do they think you’re gay?” Joanne asked, brow furrowed. She and Jane scuttled forward then back, the two girls clearly not agreeing on whether to get closer or get help.

“Having an erection in close vicinity with another erection is apparently an undeniable sign of gayness,” Seth said. “No other explanation for it, like looking forward to the evening with a gorgeous woman or something.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Jane said.

“That’s what I was trying to say,” Seth replied.

“Wait. You’re not gay?” Prep Boy said, sitting up from the ground.

“Not so much,” Seth said. “But you’re still assholes.”

“Fucking queers,” Burly growled, lunging for them. “They said they were, and that guy disrespected us. Can’t weasel out of it now, you piece of shit.”

“Hey!” Joanne cried as Burly collided with Seth. If Seth hadn’t been holding Lars up, he might have been able to stay on his feet, but Lars was still in a good deal of pain, and both Seth and Lars fell over in a tangle. Lars fought back anyway, using his powerful legs to kick at Burly, wherever he could hit.

A deep voice resonated through the fight. “Is there a problem?”

“Back off, motherfucker. This isn’t your—” Slim began.

“Concern?” A sultry female voice this time.

The girlfriends had already been captivated by the man who had interrupted, but when the woman made her presence known, the three outsider guys immediately stopped their contribution to the pile of male bodies struggling against each other and looked up.

Lord Mikhail and Lady Sasha stood together just a few feet away from Joanne and Jane.

The twins grasped each other’s hands, panting. Seth couldn’t help but notice how Lord Mikhail’s eyes flicked away from the three girlfriends to Jane, the twin facing him, before returning to the strangers. But Lady Sasha had eyes only for the three men.

“Why don’t you leave those two alone and let’s talk about it?” Lady Sasha said. She ran her fingers over her abdomen and trailed them down to her navel, to the low cut of her leather underwear.

The three guys crawled back away from Seth and Lars, staring with comically wide eyes. At least, it would have been comical if Seth and Lars hadn’t been hit with the same dose of the demons’ magic. They had never been this close to them, and definitely not when they’d turned on the charm high enough for the three girlfriends to stumble toward the incubus like hungry zombies.

With the women coming to him and therefore taken care of, Lord Mikhail turned his attention once again to Joanne and Jane. He raised a hand and caressed the air between him and the twins as though stroking Jane’s face. Jane whimpered, but Joanne dragged them away.

“Remember what happened last time,” Joanne shot at Lord Mikhail. “Don’t. Damn. Just stop.” It seemed to physically pain Joanne to pull Jane in the other direction, but once Joanne started, Jane was able to move her legs to help them put some distance between themselves and the incubus.

“What happened?” Seth asked in a daze, caught between staring at Lord Mikhail as his gaze followed Joanne and Jane and staring at Lady Sasha as she slipped away from Lord Mikhail, curling her finger to gesture the three men toward her.

“Nothing,” Joanne said. But she grabbed Seth by the waist of his leather trousers and tugged him to her, which dragged Lars in with him. “Look, I know you have a date, but kiss me.”

“What?” Nothing was making sense. The sex demons weren’t helping.

Joanne wrapped an arm around Seth’s back and lifted her face to him, her breasts pressing against his chest.

“I said, kiss me,” she murmured. “I know you want to. I’ve seen how you look at us. And when he’s so close… Please, just kiss me.”

Seth couldn’t deny her, wouldn’t dream of denying such a request when his body was primed for sex with six women—or maybe just one succubus. He let go of Lars—which meant they were still connected somewhere, although he didn’t know where and didn’t care. Seth took Joanne’s face in his hands and met her lips, wrapped in a soft cloud of equally intense lust. He was barely aware of Jane reaching for Lars as well, caressing him because she couldn’t kiss him in his condition.

Seth wanted to leave the whole post-performance evening behind in Joanne’s sweetness, because she was sweet. She smelled like strawberries and vanilla, and her moans were as potent to him as Lars’. Joanne mapped his chest with her small, cool hands, relishing the feel of him. When she brought his hands to her breasts, he nearly creamed in his leather like a teenager fumbling with his first girl. It had been a while since he’d last been with a woman, sure, but that didn’t explain it all.

He was almost lost, but even so he opened his eyes and met those of Lord Mikhail, whose expression was inscrutable but somehow smoked and burned at him nonetheless—like the dark crater of an active but waiting volcano.

In the back of Seth’s hazy mind, he thought he recalled Kitty saying something about Lord Mikhail and the twins, but that wasn’t so important to him right now. The way the women flocked around Lord Mikhail, stroking his muscles and crooning like mourning doves in pleasure just from the sensation of his skin, wasn’t important. Neither were the men following Lady Sasha toward the carousel like rats after the Pied Piper.

The important thing was that as he clung tighter and tighter to Joanne, Seth didn’t know which sex demon he most wanted to go to, should they call.

Lord Mikhail raised an intrigued eyebrow. Ignoring the women around him, he reached his huge, strong hand out and beckoned, like a person might beckon a strange dog.

Seth broke the kiss with Joanne. He wrapped his arms around Joanne’s waist just above where she and Jane were conjoined, but he leaned toward Lord Mikhail. His skin prickled, and his cock pushed against the leather encasing it.

“Seth?” Joanne whispered. “What is it?”

“Where are they going?” His tongue felt too big for his mouth, the words slurred as though he’d drunk too much.

“Don’t think about it. It helps not to think about it,” Joanne said, guiding his face back to her, but she couldn’t draw his eyes.

“Bell sent us to protect. They will not bother you anymore,” Lord Mikhail said, his Eastern European accent rolling lazily through the deepness of his voice. “Come, children mine. We have much to do together.”

He swept one of the women off her feet and into his arms. Then, with one final pass of his attention over the twins and Seth, Lord Mikhail turned and went in the same direction as Lady Sasha, who was beyond the low lights of the carousel now.

“I don’t understand,” Seth said. Which was the least he could say. There was so much he didn’t understand right now.

“They’re incubus and succubus,” Jane said, stroking Lars’ cheek gently, careful of his injury. “What do you think they’re going to do with those people? They were technically trespassing, not to mention they did this to your pretty face. Bell doesn’t hold with that.”

“If he doesn’t give them to the clowns and they’re adults, Mikhail and Sasha usually get to have them,” Joanne added.

“Those signs about the clowns are serious?” Lars asked.

“Bell always gives fair warning, even if no one ever believes him,” Jane said. “The clowns have a taste for children. Mikhail and Sasha obviously have a taste for adults. And they can’t indulge their hunger on us, so they can only have those who break the rules.”

“That’s—” Horrible didn’t seem strong enough from Seth’s perspective. But it also wasn’t the surprise it might have been two weeks ago.

“They’d eat them anyway out in the wild,” Jane said, shrugging. “Here, they’re actually on a strict diet, so it all depends on how you look at it. And I prefer not to look at it at all. There’s nothing you can do, and for those who’ve tried, it doesn’t end well. Both the sex demons and the clowns try to keep it out of sight. That’s the extent of the courtesy they’ll extend to us humans.”

“Are you okay? You seem shaken,” Joanne said to Seth.

“What are you asking me for? I don’t have a broken nose,” Seth said. He deliberately met Joanne’s eyes this time instead of avoiding them. He didn’t need her prodding into his confusion.

“I apologize for the delay,” Bell said, coming up as though emerging from the night’s shadows, Valorie on his arm.

Seth was used to Valorie as teacher, and she often treated him and Lars as much younger than she, but she seemed unusually young for her apparent age at that moment, like a blushing schoolgirl instead of an experienced woman. God only knew what she and Bell had been up to that she’d appear more innocent instead of less.

“I was otherwise engaged, and I knew that Lord Mikhail and Lady Sasha could take care of things quite well without me,” Bell continued. “I do regret that they managed to injure you so badly, but the healing potion will take care of it in no time. Valorie knows where I keep it.”

“I just w— I mean, you should have gotten here sooner,” Lars said. “You probably even knew it was going to happen.”

“I didn’t, not until it was happening,” Bell said. He smiled at Lars’ almost wish.

The evening was hot, but Seth suppressed a shiver at that smile, as effective at inciting a reaction as Seth’s own. Quite a different reaction.

“I hadn’t anticipated that your debut would immediately incite such an ignorant, unoriginal reaction. I will ensure precautions are taken in the future as needed. It is worth noting—now that I’ve looked ahead—that this will be a far from typical conclusion to your evenings.”

“You can’t know that,” Lars said. “That’s not how the future works.”

“How would you know?” Bell asked mildly. He lifted Valorie’s hand, kissed it then kissed her cheek with unexpected tenderness. “I’ll leave you to your pets, darling.”

“I don’t know,” Valorie said. “A deal is a deal, but I’m feeling like a fifth wheel at the moment.” She wasn’t offended, though, her usually hard gaze softened into a tease. “They couldn’t be a better pair of pairs than if you’d planned it, Bell.”

“Like you said, a deal is a deal,” Bell said, his keen eyes drawn to where Jane and Joanne were reluctant to let Lars and Seth go. “However, I don’t expect that to be an issue tonight. On the contrary, I suggest you all retire to our RV and strap yourselves in. You can fulfill your bargain, and the children can get acquainted. It should be an interesting night.”

“What about you?” Valorie asked. She rested her chin on Bell’s shoulder.

“Oh, I think I’ll manage to keep myself entertained tonight—from afar.”

That confirmed Seth’s suspicions, although Lars looked a little bewildered. Seth still hated Bell for what he’d done and for his insufferable smirk, but strangely, it didn’t bother him that Bell intended to watch Seth and Lars with other women. Just watching those times alone with Lars—that bothered him.

And from the way Bell met Seth’s eyes for a brief moment, Bell knew it.

Then Bell bowed with a theatrical flourish and a nod. He left in the opposite direction as the incubus and succubus, toward the front of the big top.

“What did he mean, strap ourselves in?” Lars said. “And can we address the fact that everyone said we were protected and safe, but I have a broken nose here for all to see?”

“Stop being a baby,” Valorie said. “Walk with me. You too, Joanne, Jane. You don’t have to suffer alone tonight.”

“I’m not being a baby,” Lars said. “I’ve had broken bones before. It’s part of playing sports. What I’m pissed about is that we were about to get pummeled by a trio of asswipes when they shouldn’t have been able to lay a finger on us.”

“Safe is a relative term,” Valorie said. “As far as Bell’s concerned, he’s fulfilled his bargain. The perpetrators will be punished, and your injuries will disappear in a matter of minutes. He’s not concerned about your bodily integrity if it can be fixed. Only your ego is hurt. Bell never promised to protect that.”

“We’re not gay, but he put us in a position that we’d be perceived as gay by people who hate ‘the gay’,” Seth interjected. “It seems irresponsible to me.”

“But you’re not,” Valorie said, peering over at him from under her thick eyelashes. “So what’s the problem?”

“The problem is the big fat target on our backs and the fact that we’re trapped with each other, which both convinces people that they’re right about us and makes it difficult to fight back,” Seth said.

“Okay, on that I have to agree with Valorie,” Jane said. “Get over it. Don’t get me wrong, Seth. What happened was awful. But at least you have full range of movement. You were handling yourself pretty well, for two against three. Every single one of us has a target on our backs for one reason or another because we’re different. That’s why we have clown and sex demon protection in the first place. It sucks to be us, but there’s nothing we can do about it. And we’re protected as promised, even if it’s not the bodyguard kind of protection you were hoping for.”

“Bell probably had a lesson or two he wanted you to learn,” Joanne said quietly. “Or else he wouldn’t have waited. He’s usually better about that.”

“He’s not all-powerful,” Valorie disagreed. “No matter what you think, he’s not perpetually aware of what’s going on in Arcanium at all times. He’s like a spider in the middle of a web. He has a range of vision, but the rest of the time, he feels the web shaking to know when something’s caught in it. Only then can he turn around and see it.”

Valorie opened her RV door. Seth was immediately envious. There were two really nice vehicles in the motorcade, and this was one of them. Seth had gotten used to the tininess of their own RV, but the space in this one called attention to the disparity. It was amazing how a mobile home could manage to look like a small apartment and still fit on the road.

Valorie helped Joanne and Jane into the RV first. They both winced at the high step they had to make in order to reach the stairs into the living area. Seth supported them from behind, giving Jane, the lower of the two twins, a handhold.

“How do you get into your trailer?” Seth asked.

“The stairs extend all the way to the ground,” Jane replied. “We can do stairs. It’s the big step that’s challenging.”

“No one answered my first question,” Lars said, following Seth up into the RV then closing the door behind them all. “What did he mean about strapping in and having an interesting night? Makes me think of that Chinese curse, ‘May you live in interesting times’.”

“Not that kind of interesting,” Valorie said. “Lord Mikhail and Lady Sasha usually don’t feed on the grounds. When they do, it’s usually one person at a time. And that’s intense enough.”

Her smile was beautiful when she wasn’t trying to be commanding. She curled her hands around the bar nestled in the ceiling and stretched her lean, feline body luxuriously.

Why is there a bar in the ceiling? Seth was afraid to ask.

“I’ll say,” Joanne agreed.

“Tonight they each have three, and I don’t think they’re leaving,” Valorie continued. “So brace yourselves, kids. We’re in for a helluva ride.”

“What’s that supposed to m—” Lars began. “Oh,” he finished weakly.

The incubus’ and succubus’ magic had already sunk its sensuous tentacles into them just by being close and using their influence to lure the strangers—and Seth was taking Joanne’s advice to not think about it, because that way lay madness.

Seth and Lars were used to the increases in that magic, those times when their semi-hard cocks would stand at attention in a matter of seconds and they needed to reach across the pillow barrier in order to jerk each other off as quickly as possible to get the first orgasm out of the way…because they knew one wouldn’t be enough that night.

This was much more intense than that. About three to six times more intense, in fact.

“Mmmm,” Jane purred, sliding her hands over her stomach and up to her breasts. “The guy scares the crap out of me, but, man, this doesn’t suck.”

Seth grasped the kitchenette counter—stronger material than in their own RV—and tried not to whimper when Lars stumbled next to him, grasping Seth’s forearm to steady himself. The pleasure was like two orgasms at once, except he didn’t come at the sensation of it. Seth glanced up at Lars, where his parted lips looked so delicious, the tongue behind his teeth enticing.

But Lars’ attention was on the twins, who leaned together, their heads on each other’s shoulders as they touched themselves and writhed against each other.

It wasn’t intentionally seductive on their parts, at least Seth didn’t think so. Where else were they supposed to go? Who else were they supposed to touch from all the way over there? How were they supposed to not touch each other? But God, it was one thing to fantasize about twins—hell, to fantasize about these particular twins—and another to actually see it. They were wearing way too many clothes in Seth’s opinion, with their red leather bustiers and gladiator skirts. Not to mention they were the most gorgeous fucking women Seth had ever seen. And there were two of them.

“If only they’d been conjoined the other way,” Lars murmured in Seth’s ear—and wasn’t that a new spike of sensation. “Or side by side. I wonder if they’d kiss.”

“Probably not,” Valorie said. She arched with a high moan, but she still gripped the bar, which meant she couldn’t touch herself yet. “That’s not the way the sex demons work. Now, if you want a woman to kiss you without your broken nose hurting, I suggest you follow me, gentlemen.”

She released the bar, but instead of walking into the bedroom, she curved into a backbend and crawled into the bedroom that way, her leather-clad pussy swaying at them. Seth and Lars followed like the helpless, slavering men that they were.

“You too, girls,” Valorie called, climbing back up to the bedroom doorknob. “I get them first, yes. But you get to watch me put them through their paces. I’ll ensure their stamina for when it’s your turn. You’re welcome.”

There may have been a traffic jam at the bedroom door.

Seth and Lars pushed through first. They stumbled onto the queen-size bed that took up most of the room. Jane darted forward to stroke the front of Lars’ trousers while Joanne tried to turn their conjoined bodies to the side so that she could see as well.

“Don’t take forever,” Joanne gasped. “I don’t think I can wait too long without some kind of explosion. We’re dripping.”

“God,” Seth said, his voice hoarse from how dry his mouth and throat had become. He didn’t know where to look, between the twins, Valorie and Lars.

“You may address me as ‘goddess’ if you wish,” Valorie said. “Eyes here, boys. But don’t touch yet. Not me, not yourselves—not unless you want to touch each other some more.”

Lars shook his head.

He hid it, but Seth’s stomach sank. Still, there was plenty to do. Valorie was gorgeous and Joanne and Jane were gorgeous, and they all wanted to have sex with him and Lars. His cock, now desperate for release in so many ways, didn’t much care that his potential partners had been diminished by one.

Valorie grabbed a vial of the blue healing potion like the one Kitty had used on Seth. She tossed it to him.

“Pour some of that on your friend’s nose. I wouldn’t rub it in yet, all things considered,” Valorie said. “Hold your head back, Lars, to let it seep in. It’ll help if you lie down. I’ll give you plenty to look at until you heal.”

Lars protested very little as Seth helped him adjust from a kneeling position to lying on his back at the foot of the bed. Then Seth uncorked the bottle. He poured it over the bulbous, bloody, purple swell of Lars’ nose. Lars hissed and spat a curse in response. But he tightened his hands into fists in the sheets and didn’t move as Seth made sure all of the broken nose was covered with blue liquid.

Seth wouldn’t normally think it was sexy for a man’s nose to be covered by what looked like Smurf snot, but hit with a maelstrom of lust from the sex demons, it looked like dyed semen, and it was all Seth could do not to kiss Lars where he lay—in such a perfect position for a demanding, bruising kiss, something to take his mind off the mending of his broken nose.

“Hand the rest to me, Seth,” Valorie said.

Her purr broke through his trance, and he realized he’d leaned in to do what he’d fantasized. Seth hoped the girls thought he was just checking Lars’ injury. He handed the bottle to Valorie, who set it against the tumble of pillows behind her.

“Now eyes here, boys, like I told you. Whatever you do, don’t look away and don’t touch your cocks. Don’t even let them out. And girls, don’t touch under your skirts and don’t let those cocks tempt you too much. You’ll get them when I’m good and ready.”

She brought her hand to the front lacings of her partially parted leather bodice. It wasn’t a bustier like the twins’, or a corset. That wouldn’t have been flexible enough for her contortions. Instead, the thin leather molded to her body without sculpting it. She covered far more skin than Lady Sasha, yet like Lady Sasha, the leather left little to the imagination, the perky nipples taunting Seth against the fabric like they had for over a week now.

When Valorie finally let him, he was going to torment those nipples the way they had tormented him all this time.

Ever so slowly—surrounded by the soundtrack of their panting and gasps as they tried to get enough oxygen against the racing of their hearts—Valorie unlaced her bodice until it finally parted on either side of her torso and she could bring the rest over her head. The tattoos that adorned her chest and shoulders didn’t extend down over her breasts and abdomen, although the line of her hips bore black scrolled markings that suggested some of her costumes bared her mid-torso.

But that didn’t catch his eye so much as the coffee color of her nipples and the soft, shadowed swell of the underside of her small breasts.

“I notice you have trouble looking away from these,” Valorie murmured, trailing her fingertips down to those taut, taunting nipples. “They’re so sensitive. I just touch them like this, and I feel it here.” She spread her legs to the side and slid one of her hands down to rub firmly between them over her leather pants as she circled the areola of one nipple with the same motion as over her clit. Then she slipped beneath the waistband of her leather to caress herself where Seth couldn’t see. Lars grunted, reaching underneath his erection to cup his balls.

Valorie prodded him with her foot. “Uh-uh, no touching. I know your erections probably feel like they’re going to peel right out of their skin from how big and hard they are, leaking so much you think you’ve come already. I bet they’ve never been as big as they are now, like demon cocks in your pants. But you shouldn’t let that make you feel inadequate,” she said with a grin.

“What about demon cock?” Seth asked.

“Let’s just say every last male demon I’ve encountered is as…well endowed as Lady Sasha is with her feminine attributes,” Valorie said. “But like I said, you shouldn’t feel inadequate when compared to those made to exaggerate and take advantage of human fantasies. You’re more than adequate for human men, and I can’t tell you how much I’ve been wanting to see what you’ve barely been hiding in those trousers of yours.”

“Hear, hear,” Jane said from behind Seth and Lars. “Now will you stop being a sadist and let us see?”

“No,” Valorie replied. She licked her lips and laughed as she brought her hands to her zipper. With deliberate slowness, she stripped her trousers off, stretching her legs high over her head. She kept an eye on her four charges to make sure they weren’t touching anything while she slowly revealed her whole body to Seth and Lars.

“But if you ever truly want to feel inadequate, boys,” she said, “look in on Ciaràn when he and Moss are having one off. Joanne and Jane know what I’m talking about. Don’t you, ladies?”

Seth’s curiosity temporarily got the better of his dick. He and Lars both turned around in what must have been comical synchronicity to stare at the twins.

Joanne shrugged, idly playing with her breast under her bodice and running her nails through her hair. “We haven’t had a lot of opportunity to seek outside prospects who aren’t turned off by freaks like us. We’re stuck here, and Ciaràn and Moss are surprisingly nice demons. Especially Ciaràn, though you wouldn’t think it if you saw him without his human disguise on.”

“Which ones are those?” Lars asked.

“Ciaràn’s our Tall Man and Moss is the Short Man,” Jane replied. “And since they share everything, the pairing off just seemed to make sense when we needed some love. Like with the two of you, except we have much more in common. Enough of the Q and A, for the love of Pete. I don’t think we can—”

“Silence,” Valorie said. She didn’t sound mad. On the contrary, Seth heard her grin through her command. “Seth, Lars, I have something I think you should see.”

Lars sat up. The swelling on and around his nose had gone down considerably, and the bridge was no longer crooked. The wet sound he’d made while breathing had disappeared and with it any apparent pain. That made it easier to give his full attention, along with Seth, to the singular sight of Valorie plunging four fingers into her wet pussy, digging them in as though she was giving herself a deep massage. Seth could tell she’d found something when she curled her fingers a certain way and shouted, bucking up against her hand.

Seth stroked over the strong, slim, sculpted calf in front of him to move in and kiss that thigh up to her cunt. But she pushed him away with her foot too.

“I’m not done yet. I’ve toyed with this idea for years, but even I lost my nerve at asking it of Ciaràn and Moss. Not because it’s impossible but because it would be awkward, choreography-wise. Also, even though I know they’re magic, taking them both still intimidates me. But taking the two of you into me at the same time?” Valorie said. “As horny as the incubus is making me right now, I could take the two of you and someone else in my mouth. I’ll have to settle for one of you in my cunt and the other in my ass. Sound good to you?”

Seth didn’t know about Lars, but he had lost all ability to string words together. All he could manage was a nod and a few unrelated syllables that more resembled moans than words. Moving over the bed while having to avoid touching Valorie was hard enough with his cock taking up all the blood that his brain needed. Speaking was now completely outside his ability.

She smiled and reached for the bottle. She sucked the bulbous bottom of the bottle into her mouth so that she could open it one-handed and pour the blue liquid onto her free fingers. She nodded to Seth to retrieve it from her. She loosed the bottle with a wet pop as he pulled it from her mouth. There was still some potion left at the bottom of the glass. Seth set it on the pillow behind her, unsure whether she wanted it nearby or not. She didn’t tell him not to.

“It’s a healing potion and a cleansing agent. And it tastes good,” Valorie explained. “Such a versatile little thing.”

Well, that explained why she had some in the RV she shared with Bell.

“Now it’s time to take those leather pants off, boys, loath as I am to suggest that you remove such a fine piece of fabric from your fine flesh,” Valorie said. “And you can go ahead and start removing your clothes too, ladies. But still no touching between your legs. I just want the three of us to see what’s going to be fucking us very soon.”

“Fuck,” Lars swore. He couldn’t get to the fastenings of his trousers fast enough.

“And you’ll get to see what you might be fucking soon,” Valorie said.

She turned on her side, reaching behind her with her blue-covered fingers. She traced around her asshole, even as she continued thrusting her other hand into her pussy while teasing her clit with her thumb. Girl knew how to multitask.

Seth let out an undignified whine when he undid his pants and finally let his cock breathe free, the air cool in comparison to the fever that had inflamed his erection. Valorie had been right. It was bigger than it had ever been before, filled to the brim, the skin thin around it, the balls high and tight. He wasn’t going to last long enough to sink into her, any part of her, before coming.

Lars didn’t look much better. His now unbroken nose hadn’t deterred his pleasure at all. If the skin of Seth’s cock looked stretched too tight around the erection, Lars’ appeared angry, flushed purple and red. Pre-cum made it look like it had already been thoroughly sucked.

“Oh God, please,” Joanne begged. She bit the back of her wrist as she stared hungrily at Seth’s straining cock.

“Now that I’m looking at them, I’m inclined to let you girls relieve them of their first orgasm. Poor boys. That can’t be healthy,” Valorie said. She briefly buried her face in her pillow, though, as she slipped two fingers into her ass. She had been sounding composed, but her whole body shook as she filled herself from both ends. “Yes. Oh, fuck me.”

It was an exclamation rather than a command, but Seth took advantage of the mistake to dive forward, shouldering her upraised leg and nudging her thumb away from her clit. He licked from where she was fucking her pussy with her fingers up to her clit. He moaned at the taste of her sweet, salty juices and clamped his mouth around her clit.

Lars gripped his ankle, as though if he wasn’t allowed to touch her himself, he could contribute through Seth.

“Ungh, fuck, that’s good,” Valorie gasped. “Can’t…” She thrust three then four fingers into her ass. She was definitely comfortable with her body in a way that Seth hadn’t encountered with other women in his life.

He’d never wanted to fuck a girl in the ass before. But if the potion did what Valorie said it did, this might be the cleanest ass they’d ever get. And it meant that they could both have a woman at the same time, maintaining contact that was inevitable but no longer questionable with a woman between them. And soon they’d have two women between them.

When had this curse become such a blessing, however temporary?

Valorie pumped her fingers frantically inside her as Seth swirled his tongue around her clit and under its little hood. Finally, when all she could do was moan and buck her hips, Seth sucked, squeezing her thigh in encouragement through her climax. Her juices rushed past her fingers, smearing his chin.

She pulled the fingers out of her cunt, although she kept in the ones in her ass, and grabbed him by the already smeared chin, guiding him up her body. She bit him on the chin, small punishment for disobedience. But then she kissed him—soft, slow, wet kisses that thanked him anyway.

She shoved him away with a sultry smile.

“I think Joanne wants to help you too,” she said. “I’d planned to watch the twins suck you both off together, but now you have to wait a little longer. Because your friend did as he was told, he gets to come first. Jane, would you like to put your mouth around Lars’ cock?”

“Geez, Valorie, do you really have to ask?” Jane said. The twins were naked now, leaning against each other again. Without clothes and their backs pressed together like that, it was harder to notice where their spines had fused. They just looked like two fresh, beautiful women with wavy brown hair free halfway down their backs, rubbing their smooth skin against each other. “Have I mentioned you’re a cruel, heartless bitch? You get to stick half your arm inside yourself while Seth looks like he could lick your cunt all day, and we can’t even touch ourselves.”

Valorie laughed then nudged Lars to the edge of the bed. Seth had to hold his hand because he couldn’t reach anything else.

“Then kneel,” she said. “You still can’t touch yourselves, but you can touch him until he comes. Something to whet your appetite.”

“Seriously, I will kill you one day,” Jane said. She reached back to grab Joanne’s hands. It was an ordeal just to kneel, and Joanne whimpered when Jane turned her to face away from the bed so that Jane could angle herself in front of Lars’ jutting masterpiece of a cock.

Valorie placed the bottom of her foot on Seth’s back but didn’t push. Seth knew what it meant. It meant he had to stay and watch as Joanne held onto a drawer pull and leaned back to allow Jane to lean forward over Lars’ cock.

It took the twins so much more work to do the same things Seth and Lars could do with ease. It was just another example of how they’d got off lucky in some respects. Then again, no one thought that the twins were lesbians just because they couldn’t detach—although maybe some people thought they should be, for their viewing pleasure. Seth didn’t think so, but he certainly wasn’t going to complain about that bit of unintentional homoeroticism.

Jane moaned as she mouthed up Lars’ length, slurping at the pre-cum as though Lars was melting into her mouth.

“Sorry,” Lars said through clenched teeth. “I can’t…hold back. God.”

“It’s okay. As long as you return the favor,” Jane said, her lips brushing his cockhead. She peered up at him with clear brown eyes, pupils dilated to the rim as though she was possessed. Then she took the head into her mouth.

She didn’t have to do anything, didn’t have to suck or lick. Just being in her mouth after all the buildup and the damn magic radiating through them was enough for Lars to cry out. He clutched at the foot of the bed and jerked up. Jane swallowed him eagerly.

As soon as Jane pulled off Lars, Joanne reached behind her to grab Jane’s waist and force them around so that she could face the bed.

“Please,” she begged Valorie.

Valorie’s foot on Seth’s back pushed him forward.

Seth scooted to the edge of the bed. He threaded his fingers through Joanne’s hair and brought her mouth to him, not with any kind of force but with a sort of affection. He smiled at the way she looked at him—and the way she had to close her eyes when he did.

His smile faltered, though, when she kept her eyes closed and took him in, took him down, bobbing halfway down his thick, aching cock.

Like Lars, he wasn’t going to last, and he didn’t think it was a commentary on their endurance, not when Lars’ cock next to him was still hard, as erect as it had been before Jane had sucked him off. Lars grasped Seth’s hand, his face that smooth bliss familiar from when Seth had rubbed him or sucked him off himself.

Seth tightened his grip in Joanne’s hair, as though to convince himself it was all about her at that very moment. Most of it was, especially when she cupped his drawn-up scrotum and twisted her mouth over him as he climaxed.

It was such a relief to come. His erection didn’t go down either, but it did diminish a little in size, and more of his blood flow reached the rest of him. He could think more clearly, instead of being reduced to caveman grunts.

“Thanks,” Seth said, stroking Joanne’s hair. It seemed insufficient.

“Don’t make me wait too long,” she said softly. Then she lifted his cock and pressed a kiss to the underside.

“All right, gentlemen,” Valorie said, sounding breathless, “it’s time to take care of the hand that feeds you.” She hooked her feet under their arms to coax them back up to her.

Valorie kept them on the same sides, so Lars ended up behind her and Seth in front. Seth rested his hand on Lars’ arm, even though their legs brushed each other’s as Valorie reached around their waists to pull them closer. It was really amazing how, even with a woman between them, they were still intimate, their limbs touching, their combined scent surrounding the three of them like a cocoon, their breath cool over hot flesh.

“Hello, sweet boy,” Valorie murmured, caressing Seth’s face before kissing him again. She raked her nails over his scalp.

Then Lars pulled her back and she undulated against him, turning to meet his mouth over her shoulder. She kissed him until she couldn’t anymore. She panted as he pressed his cock between the cheeks of her ass. She’d been in so much control until now that it was strange to see her unravel like this, her hair coming out of her braids, her face softening and her body moving out of rhythm.

“God, someone get inside of me,” she said.

“I hope that potion’s as good at birth control as it is cleansing,” Lars said, meeting Seth’s eyes.

Seth hadn’t thought anything could bring him out of the moment and slam him back down to earth until Lars said that. Because not once had he thought about protection tonight.

Not only with Valorie. Joanne and Jane had just given them blow jobs without knowing their history, and Seth and Lars already knew the twins had been with demons. Even worse, condoms and birth control pills had been pounded into his brain since middle school. But he’d never had to have safe sex with men, so the concept of protection with Lars hadn’t even occurred to him until now.

“Breathe, sweetie,” Valorie said, stroking warm hands over Seth’s chest. “I think you just went even whiter. There’s a lot to worry about in Arcanium. Disease and pregnancy aren’t some of them. They don’t happen. Breathe.”

“How does that work?” Seth asked, closing his eyes to tamp down the adrenaline rush—it was fun on a rollercoaster, not so fun when he was worried about knocking up a scary contortionist or getting sores in his mouth.

“The way everything else works,” Jane replied. She sounded breathless.

“Magic,” Joanne said, just as breathless as her twin.

“Exactly,” Valorie said. “Oh… Oh yes, that’s what I need, boy.”

Valorie arched as Lars lifted her leg over his and slipped his blue-potion-covered erection into her ass. Apparently, he’d been busy preparing himself while Seth had been quietly hyperventilating.

“Your turn,” she told Seth, grabbing his thigh and pulling him in. “Fill me,” she whispered against his lips.

But he shook his head.

“What—” Valorie began.

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a while,” Seth said. “And now that Joanne helped take the edge off, I can.”

He wrapped his arm around Valorie between the small of her back and Lars’ abdomen. He could feel Lars moving, pushing into her passage with slow, measured strokes that made her shudder in pleasure. Part of it could have been the incubus’ influence, but Seth was amending his backdoor policy if a woman could enjoy it like this.

Amending his policy with women. He was still not okay even thinking about it with Lars.

Even though Lars’ skin seemed to create sparks against his, Seth tried to focus on the woman in front of him—the woman who had slid her leg between his and caressed his scrotum against her thigh, the woman who stroked his blond hair as he moved lower down her body to kiss her sternum where the tattoo curled and swirled.

He’d promised himself. And this would let Joanne see what was in store for her when he got a chance. The twins hadn’t been teasing him with their nipples all this time, but that didn’t mean he and Lars couldn’t write a few wordless love letters to their gorgeous breasts when they and Valorie were through.

The first lap of his tongue around her right nipple had her squirming, pressing him closer. He obligingly sucked the nipple into his mouth, almost taking in the whole breast. They were small, yes, but perfect. His cock twitched when he took the hard bud between his teeth, and she moaned, simultaneously pushing him away and pulling him back to her.

Lars lay against the pillows and contented himself with shallow thrusts as Seth eased Valorie almost onto her back against Lars so that Seth could bother both nipples at once. Seth could tell Lars enjoyed the view. Lars had been tormented by the same pair of breasts as Seth, and he smirked to watch Seth use them against her.

They turned red under his teeth and from the pinch of his fingers when he tweaked and twisted them. Sometimes he would have mercy on her and soothe the sensitive flesh with tongue and gentle suction, one breast to the other, over and over until she was almost sobbing.

She gasped that it was too much but never told him to stop, and when he looked down, he could see the smear of fresh wetness over her thighs.

Lars took the cue when Seth pulled her back onto her side, and he didn’t jerk away when Seth tangled his legs with both of theirs and stroked both their waists. It was so hard to focus on not touching Lars while touching Valorie that he’d given up—as long as Lars didn’t complain. Instead, Lars shoved in hard.

Valorie bit the pillow and grunted from its force.

Seth pinched her left nipple near where it pressed against the sheets as he slotted himself between her folds. He was close enough to feel Lars entering her, and that was enough to make him thrust in.

Valorie seemed ridiculously hot, soft and wet as she clamped down around him, every inch of her welcoming and accommodating, until she completely sheathed him to the base. What made it worse was that he could feel Lars’ rough strokes on the other side of her inner flesh. It must have been close enough for the sex demon’s magic, because the independent thrusts against his cock through her cunt felt as good as though there were nothing between them at all. Seth threw his head back and groaned. His hips pushed him helplessly into her before he could rein himself back in.

Lars didn’t seem to be in a better state, his forehead screwed tight with effort.

“I’m going to fucking come again,” he gritted out. “So tight. Feel him fucking you.”

Valorie reached behind and spanked his ass soundly, jolting him out of his lustful haze.

“You are not going to come before me, gentlemen. I want to come filled with both of you. I want your big cocks squeezing all the juices out of me. I want to feel you moving against each other through me. And I want the twins to see it all. I want you to give as good a performance for them as you did for the audience this evening. Well?” She spanked Seth to even her men out.

He’d never been spanked before. It was weird. There was so much weird about this.

Weird, but not bad.

They alternated at first, which was excruciating because the head of his cock would brush against Lars’ shaft through the thin walls between them, and the deeper Lars would go, the tighter the flesh around the head.

At the same time, Seth couldn’t forget the women watching them or the woman between them. Valorie stroked them as though for the twins’ gaze as much as her own pleasure, sometimes harsh as she ran her nails over their skin or spanked them again. Her hips set the rhythm, told them when to speed up or when to slow down to a torturous, unhurried thrust. Sometimes she kissed Seth, sucking sensuously against his lower lip.

“Holy crap, that’s amazing,” one of the twins said, agony making her voice tight. It sounded like Jane to Seth, just from the choice of words.

Seth guessed that the whimper that followed was from Joanne, but he couldn’t check to see if he was right. He thought if he actually saw the twins watching them, he’d finish too early. It was already difficult enough knowing they were watching Seth and Lars fucking Valorie like this—an enticing preview if Seth ever heard of one, showing the twins what they could expect. Anticipate. Excellent incentive to do well by Valorie, not that it was great hardship to do so.

“Now,” Valorie gasped. “Together. Fill me, boys. Give the audience what they want.”

Seth waited until Lars had pulled almost completely out of her. Then they slammed in at the same time, stretching her tight around both of their cocks. It felt like he and Lars had fused and filled her as one unit.

Her fraying control snapped. She rode them sidesaddle with her muscles fluttering and clenching madly around them until she clutched at Lars’ thigh behind her, quaking with her orgasm.

Seth’s mouth dropped open. His chest hitched—he was unable to even breathe from the way her pussy milked him, slick with the juices of her climax. He shoved himself completely inside and came.

Lars’ cock still moving inside her kept him high and aroused until finally Lars seized and shuddered then slumped over her shoulder, his cheek pressed to hers.

Valorie lazily brushed her fingers against their faces and groaned with satisfaction. She smelled of incense and her pussy, which wasn’t an unpleasant combination.

“You’re such good boys,” she purred.