Circus of Death - Candace Wondrak Page 0,33

outside was still rife with the random screams and shouts from a circus gone wild and bloody. My balls tensed, the need to release myself too strong, the urge to mark her as mine too much to fight. My orgasm exploded within me, and when it did, I let out a roar.

Yes, a roar, kind of like a tiger’s roar, but seeing as I was a tiger, deep down, I didn’t think it was too weird.

Pleasure surged within me as my cock squirted inside of her, coating her inner walls, filling her up with cum that would bring no new life. My scent would forever be a part of her now though, and that filled me with a different kind of satisfaction. Even if Nigel tried to make me regret doing this, I never would.

Never.

My cock spent inside of her, I was measured in pulling out and rolling to my side beside her form, draping an arm over her stomach as I looked at her. Thana breathed hard, turning her head to meet my gaze, a tiny smile forming on her face.

“Wow,” she whispered, her voice nothing but air, “that was… you’re amazing, Trey.”

I gave her a smile. “Not nearly as amazing as you, Thana.” I lay there with her until she fell asleep, until I could cover her naked form with a blanket after slipping out of bed without waking her up. It wasn’t that I wanted to leave, it’s just I knew better than to push it.

Mark my words: nothing Nigel could do to me would make me regret this night, becoming one with Thana and telling her how I really felt.

Chapter Six – Thana

I walked the empty circus grounds, searching for everyone. Absolutely anyone, but I couldn’t find one. Not a single soul, no matter where I looked. In the smaller tents, in the living tents in the back, where we normally ate lunch together, food that magically appeared day in and day out, but I could find no one.

It was like it was just me here. Just me, all alone in this miserable place.

My bare feet stopped, and I looked down, finding I wore a tight dress, the same dress I’d woken up in after dying. My performing dress, whatever it was I would be, whatever it was I’d do. I couldn’t remember changing into it, though, which made my brows crease.

The last thing I remembered was being with Trey, hearing him spill his guts to me in the cutest way, and then… then actually being with him, in the hot-and-heavy way.

Then nothing. Then I was here, searching for everybody else. It was as if everyone else simply vanished, leaving me here, all alone. That couldn’t be possible… could it? I guess I was still pretty clueless when it came to the way things worked around here; I didn’t think anyone knew for sure how things worked, other than maybe Nigel.

Nigel. I should find him, ask him what was going on, maybe tell him about what Trey and I did.

I would not apologize for it. If I was going to spend eternity here, with them, by God, I was going to make my own decisions when it came to who I slept with, who I gave myself to. I would not be some doll he could control at every turn.

It was right when I had that thought when something weird happened, when an invisible force swept over me, filled me, and made me do as it wanted. My body felt as if it no longer belonged to me, like someone else had begun to control it while I was busy being confused, and I turned on my heel, marching to the main tent.

Why was I going there? That was one of the first places I’d checked. There was no way anyone was in there; I would’ve seen them before.

But whatever had control of me, whatever made my feet move in the direction they went didn’t care. I was pulled into that tent, and when I did, I found someone else standing on the stage, everything around him black, even the curtain behind him.

Nigel.

He wore his top hat, along with his showman’s outfit, looking like a man taken out of his time, every fabric on his body either black or dark grey, his coattails hanging behind him, his fingers in gloves. The only bit of skin showing was his face, and even that was hidden by shadows.

It was sunny outside, so it shouldn’t be this dark inside