I gasp, my head whipping back towards him as a turmoil of pleasure rolls through me. My lids fall, and Timothy is almost forgotten. Until I feel the heat of his presence press in close behind me. His thick cock is hard and pressing between my shoulder blades. He rolls his hips once, enough to show me what I do to him.
Just as another soft moan starts to escape, Timothy’s hand snaps to my neck and brings my head flush to his hard stomach. In this position, I can see the entirety of Timothy’s clown face as he stares down at me, an excited gleam in his bright blue eyes. Most would find a clown looking down at them scary, but not Timothy. He’s too fucking beautiful to look at.
His hand flexes around my throat, constricting my airways until just a morsel of oxygen is able to leak through.
And with a vengeance, Jackal eats me alive. Biting and licking every inch of my pussy. My chest heaves, and I want to scream from the onslaught, but I can’t breathe. I feel my face reddening and my eyes rolling from the mixture of Jackal’s sharp tongue and Timothy’s unyielding hand.
My stomach tightens as pleasure builds. Stars explode in the back of my eyes as he focuses on my clit—right where I need him. His tongue roves over the bundle of nerves, ecstasy building from the little point his tongue is probing. His hands grab the underside of my thighs and lift, pushing my knees to my chest.
A strangled noise escapes through the vise-like grip on my throat, the new angle wringing out more pleasure. He continues to lick and suck, as his long, textured fingers trail over my opening. The burns on his flesh feel so real, and I love the way it feels inside of me.
I suck in the little breath I can, my legs shaking. Before I can prepare, his fingers are plunging inside me. My mouth opens on a silent scream and my back arches.
I can hardly keep my eyes from rolling, but I do glimpse Timothy’s face. He’s licking his lips, his gaze hungry and desperate. His other hand trails over my shoulder and down to cup my breast in his large hand. My nipples are nearly cutting holes through my nightgown. He plucks one between his fingers, strumming my nipple and sending shockwaves straight to my pussy.
Another flex of Timothy’s hand, warning me to keep quiet. He could sense the groan building in my throat, beneath his hand. Timothy continues to tweak my nipple, squeezing hard until the pain is blinding, and then releasing and allowing Jackal’s tongue to steal away the pain.
I can’t take it anymore. The coil snaps and my world detonates. Timothy times it perfectly, releasing my throat so the blood releases from my head, causing delirium as I ride the waves. He slaps a hand over my mouth before I can make a peep, though I’m nearly screaming beneath his hand.
I’m breathless as wave after wave of my orgasm rolls through me. I can no longer see, but I can feel my body grinding against Jackal’s wide tongue with choppy, desperate movements.
This is the closest I’ll ever get to heaven while my soul is trapped in this body.
Slowly, the pleasure fades and when I look down, Jackal is staring up at me with a satisfied smile, my juices covering his burnt face and dripping from his chin.
“Fair is opening soon. Get ready,” he orders, his voice strained with hunger.
He stands, prepared to let my juices dry on his face, and walks away, disappearing into the darkness of the hallways.
Following his lead, Timothy walks away, too. But not before turning and winking at me, a victorious smile on his face. I smile in response. Timothy’s excitement is always the cutest. He loves seeing me happy and satisfied.
When they’re gone, I feel a tad empty again. But I understand. They have to go outside and scare all the guests, chasing them around as they desperately clutch onto their corndogs and cotton candy.
I frown, remembering my muddy cotton candy from yesterday.
That’s okay, I’ll just steal some more.
Chest still tight, I close my shaky legs and just breathe for a moment. Thinking back, I don’t think I made much noise beneath Timothy’s hand. Nothing that would’ve overpowered the banging and loud talking going on outside the walls as the staff finishes setting up.
My house is beginning to quieten, and replacing the loud orders being shouted, is the spooky music that plays on repeat. I’ve started hearing this music in my sleep now. I’ve long grown irritated by the sounds, but it’s a small price to pay.
Over the next couple hours, loud screeching from outside fills the air. Greasy food begins to waft in, past the smell of plastic and expensive costume makeup.
My stomach growls, and it’s as good as time as any to go outside, eat, and scope out the area.
There’s no way to be certain that anyone running a pedophile ring would come here. But I understand why Baine thinks they might.
A haunted fair with thousands of children running amuck. Thousands of young girls in revealing clothing, away from their parents and getting into mischief. It’s a prime location for someone to snatch up their next victim. With how crowded this fair becomes, it would be nearly impossible to find them once they go missing.
Especially at night, when the monsters come out to play, and groups of friends are scattering like ants and away from each other as they run from their pursuers.
I wait until the coast is clear before crawling out of my hole and hurrying out of the house. An onslaught of shivers consume my body, the chill air harsh against my skin. But when I look up, the shivers fade and my feet slow, my body coming to a stop as I take in the scene before me.
Hordes of people everywhere, laughing and giggling. Eating their weight in food. Screams of laughter
