“So, how the fuck has this happened?” Hell asks as I lift my icy glass of water to my lips.
I lower the glass calmly onto the table after taking a sip, my eyes following the movement, and I lick my lips.
“What? No one taught you about the birds and the bees, Hell?” I taunt lowly, my crimson gaze flicking up to his spiral eye.
Soul snickers, but Hell just stares at me blankly, like he doesn’t even recognize who the fuck I am.
I lean in, forearms resting on the wood.
“It’s simple,” I growl. “I fucking wanted her. I got what I wanted.”
“I don’t give a shit about that,” Hell states. “It’s the fact you’re fucking her, but she’s not hanging dead in chains while you’re doing it.”
Soul’s eyes snap wide, now clicking onto what conversation we’re having, and my gaze darts to his as he leans forward.
“Wait. You’re fucking the new girl? I knew I heard you screwing someone last night. You had her screaming loud.”
“Aurelia.” I snarl the correction back at him before slumping against my chair.
“Oooooo,” Soul taunts, wiggling his fingers in front of me, his green eyes gleaming with mischief. “Spell broken.”
I arch an eyebrow, my gaze sharp and unamused, before I slide out of my seat with a quiet exhale, done with conversation.
“I’ve got shit to do,” I mutter, turning and walking away, the urgency of getting things ready for Dark Night already eating away at my mind.
It’s about an hour before Dark Night begins. I should be backstage, getting ready for the chaos to come, but instead, I’m hidden in a shadowed corner of the Cirque, behind a heavy curtain, unable to pull my dick away from Aurelia’s throat.
She’s on her knees, lips wrapped around my cock with a hunger that makes my grip tighten in her hair. She deepthroats me relentlessly, and I’m struggling to hold back the guttural sounds building in my throat as footsteps pass just feet away on the other side of the curtain.
Her rhythm is punishing as she sucks me up and down, and I feel the tension coil low, tight, and consuming. My hand trembles. My vision blurs. The pleasure mounts, sharp and sudden, until—
My cum surges past the pierced tip and shoots down her hot throat.
A low growl rips from my chest as I hold her there, buried to the base, choking her slightly while she swallows every last drop of the filth she just drew from me.
The control, the sight—it’s fucking intoxicating.
I gaze down through dark, heavy-lidded eyes, chest heaving as I release my grip. She rises calmly, wiping the corners of her mouth with two fingers, completely composed like we didn’t just ruin each other.
She’s dressed like one of us tonight, dark, sleek and commanding, but she won’t be participating, not yet. She’s here to watch and learn.
And once the mayhem of the night ends, once the blood dries and the screams fade—I plan to destroy her all over again.
After tightening my belt, I pull back the curtain and peer into the Cirque, scanning the space to see how many have arrived. The crowd’s building and as usual, they’re unaware of what waits for them.
Suddenly, Blush strolls by, throwing a quick glance our way. She winks at Aurelia with a sly little smirk before slipping inside.
Then I feel Aurelia’s soft hands on my abs. She presses herself against me, her gold eyes locking onto mine like they’re reading every thought in my head.
“How about we have some fun after all this?” she murmurs, like it’s an idea, like she had a fucking choice in the first place.
She glances toward the curtain where Blush disappeared, then back at me, eyes glinting with something dark.
“Blush said you like to dominate two girls at the same time. Is that true?”
My brow lifts, and I inhale deeply, glancing away as I think it over. Yeah, I’ve fucked two girls at once before, more than a few times, but it’s not about a fetish. It’s about control and the power feels different when it’s two instead of one. It’s more… intense and cruel.
But at Oddity? Rumours spread like wildfire and one whispered story turns into gospel by the next night.
