Chapter Ten

 

 

 

“You know, I’ve never seen you attend a performance,” Riley said. “You always stay here at the carousel with us or have your dinner by the food booths and read.”

“I went to the performance after I got hired, before I knew that some of the cast were demons and others were cursed,” Caroline said.

Moving on from their previous locale had helped her start to get over being disowned. Much harder for her father to come careening in, firing on faulty cylinders. So a few roots had been pulled and she was shiftless once again. She guessed a circus was a good place for the shiftless. It wouldn’t help her settle, but she wouldn’t be lonely.

Caroline did notice that she’d been more willing to sit and eat with the rest of the cast than before. She received a few raised eyebrows when Tragedy came over and nuzzled her in greeting some mornings or evenings. Caroline let them grind the rumor mill. Most of them didn’t pry. Madoc knew why Tragedy liked her, but she didn’t need to point their resemblance out to anyone else, nor did she have to let them know about Tragedy’s unorthodox gifts to her.

She’d told Riley and Colm out of loyalty. That had gotten her enough strange looks—although Colm had reacted with as much almost morbid fascination as Riley had been mortified. They didn’t reject her for it, thank goodness. They just didn’t understand, and that was okay. She didn’t either.

“They change it up all the time, so I hear,” Riley said. “They’ve gotten a few new acts since I last saw the show. Besides, if it was as good as when I saw it, I’m sure it’s amazing the second and third time too.”

Caroline set her tablet on her lap. She’d been reading on top of the giant spider. He was broader than most of the other mounts and strangely comfortable. Something about the position of his legs was nice to lie back on.

“Is that all a roundabout way of saying I never take you anyplace new?” Caroline asked.

Riley grinned. “Maybe. Granted, the view here today is awesome.”

“I’ll bet it is.”

Turned out they’d rolled into town just in time for a joint kink and pride convention, which had made for some entertaining customer costumes. In fact, though Caroline wore her barely-there, strapped, brass-ringed dress that suggested far more than it concealed, she’d almost blended in. Between some of the rides, the staff had had to clean off more molted feathers than candy bar wrappers.

It had been kind of liberating, actually. There had been some blatant flirtation, but it hadn’t felt threatening to her, just part of the playfulness of the clientele, as though her carousel was a float in a parade.

At the moment, though, Caroline only straddled the spider in her miniskirt because there was no one to see her unladylike but Riley and Colm. The performance was about to begin.

“It’s probably entirely different from when I was free,” Colm mused.

“If you wanted to go, you didn’t have to wait for me to give you permission,” Caroline said. But she dismounted and went down into the cabin to put her tablet away.

Colm surprised her by following her and Riley off the carousel toward the big top.

“Wanted to see the victor’s spoils?” Caroline asked.

“Something like that,” he replied.

They entered just as the lights dimmed.

“Damn,” Caroline whispered. The bleachers were full to the brim with all the convention folks who had stuck around after the families had left, plus ordinary customers. Finding a seat for three in the dark was going to be difficult.

She started up the side of one of the bleachers, but Colm stopped her with a hand to her wrist. He shook his head, his grin dark golden in the darkness with the spotlight bright in the middle of the ring.

Without a word, Colm guided her back toward the entrance of the tent and motioned for them to duck into the empty space under the bleachers.

“Really?” Caroline whispered in his ear, trying to sound disapproving, but she kept following him until they had a good vantage point through the seats without people in front of them blocking the view.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never been under the bleachers,” Riley said. He hugged her around the waist from behind and kissed her neck. She felt his smile against her skin.

“I’m an indoor girl, believe it or not,” Caroline answered. “Or at least I was in high school. I learned to appreciate the great outdoors more in college. This circus thing is out of my air-conditioned comfort zone.”

“It’s a good thing the tent’s air conditioned, then,” Colm said. “Especially if the incubus and succubus are gearing up like they are. Can you feel that?” He held onto a beam above his head and breathed in. The way that the shadows played over his body entranced her, the muscles stretched and displayed like in a crucifixion painting. She didn’t ‘feel’ anything, but maybe her difficulty looking away was a sign that the sex demons were close and ready for their electric performance.

As though Colm had given a cue, Riley’s interest grew against her ass as the curtain parted and the Ringmaster announced Lord Mikhail and Lady Sasha.

They came out onto the sawdust stage, most of their bodies revealed to the slavering crowd around them, their skin oiled to gleaming under the spotlight. Now that Caroline knew what they were and what they could do, she could finally sense what Colm did and understand her reaction, unlike the first time. Their magic swept through the big top like a heatwave from an oven. The air conditioners masked most of it, but not all. The little hairs on her body stood on end. Even the thin, trimmed hair at her pubis as well as the multicolored hair at her scalp prickled from the aroused suggestion.

“You like looking at him,” Riley murmured.

The sound was delicious to her newly sensitized skin. When the sex demons were just going about their day, the magic they sent out was ambient. When they fed—or whatever caused the occasional spike—it was an uncontrolled whirlwind, like being hit by a lust tornado. However, what Lady Sasha and Lord Mikhail were doing right now was deliberate and calculated. In a crowd already calibrated for arousal, Caroline couldn’t swear to it, but she thought the magic was more powerful and direct than the last time she’d witnessed the performance.

“You telling me she doesn’t hold your interest?” Caroline asked back.

“Didn’t say that.” He traced the straps over her stomach, teasing the waistline of the skirt part of the dress. “Just noticing how close you’re looking at him. You know, the two of us have a few things in common.”

Caroline slapped his hand and looked up at him with a grin. “Are you saying you look like a sex demon?” she purred in his ear. Oh, that got his attention.

“Better to look like a sex demon than a sex god,” Colm said, tugging Caroline closer to him by one of the straps on her shoulder, which brought Riley along with her. “Sex gods have too many scruples.”

“I’m just saying you might have a type,” Riley said.

“I don’t typecast. I have lots of fantasy guys,” Caroline said. “I’m just lucky I have two of them right here.” She kissed Riley’s ear then slapped Colm’s ass before sliding her hand down his pants. “Mmm, they do change up their act. It’s a different dance than the last one.”

“Mm-hmm.” Riley had no idea what she was talking about, but he was transfixed as Lord Mikhail did his dance of strength and Lady Sasha did her dance of serpentine seduction.

She had cobras—honest-to-goodness cobras, big enough to be king cobras by Caroline’s inexpert estimation—slithering around them with their ribs out, swaying the front third of their bodies upright to the beat of the arabesque. The crowd was almost completely silent with the requisite tension that venomous serpents demanded.

But as an outsider to the crowd and an insider of the circus, Caroline had the opportunity to view the audience and know what to expect. Other couples under the influence of the magic stroked themselves or the people they were with, some kissing, some fingering or beating off their partner right in view of the rest of the crowd, not that the rest of the crowd paid attention to anything but the sensuous slide of Lady Sasha’s exquisite body over Lord Mikhail’s equally exquisite form.

This time, Caroline was almost certain that the dance had been altered for their specialized audience. For God’s sake, it was almost pornographic.

Lord Mikhail bent back at a seemingly impossible balancing angle. His knees didn’t tremble with the effort. Lady Sasha, parallel to the ground on top of him, had her legs wrapped around his neck. She dragged her breasts against his chiseled abdomen and grasped his knees to stretch herself flat against him. She nuzzled the prominent bulge in his leather briefs, less material than Riley wore. This time, Lord Mikhail definitely had an erection, no question. Caroline could practically feel it inside her just by seeing its outline through the leather.

“Fuck me,” Colm breathed, more moan than request.

“Yes, please,” Caroline whispered.

Riley dispensed with the teasing, frotting shamelessly against her ass as he pulled up the tight skirt to stroke at her soaking panties. These days, she wasn’t entirely sure why she still wore them other than to keep the leather clean.

“What do you say, boy?” Colm asked. “I think it’s about time you learned how to serve your mistress. Kneel.”

“What?”

Caroline didn’t blame him for being clueless. There wasn’t a lot of blood flow going to his brain.

“On your knees. Caroline’s been more than generous with you, and you should return the favor,” Colm said. He covered Riley’s hand between her legs and dug Riley’s fingers deeper in the groove of her cunt to draw out more of the wetness.

“What the hell are you talking about, man?” Riley asked.

“Yeah, what’s this about? Not that I want you to stop what you’re doing,” Caroline gasped. She snaked an arm around Riley’s neck behind her to hold on as she rode their hands.

Through the slats, Lord Mikhail had straightened up, but Lady Sasha’s legs were still around his neck, her leather bikini mere inches from his mouth as she stayed parallel to the floor, arms outstretched. Lord Mikhail turned around in a circle, as though to show off what he had that no one else could have. And to show off Lady Sasha’s perfect breasts swaying with her as she called her serpents to follow her in the circle like lovesick admirers.

“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.