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If I was really starving, I’d find some random guy to suck off and drain dry.
“I just love the smell of monster taint and lust. Not the fun kind, either. Unwashed taint, and the kind of lust that comes from people who get turned on by rubber masks and plastic butcher knives.”
“Anytime you want me to stop, you say ‘playtime’s over,’” he huffed into my ear, the rubber mask’s red nose so close the scent of it filled my nostrils. “Got it?”
“The killer clown is giving me a safe word? That’s so cute.”
“That’s creepy.” His hand skimmed over my inner thigh to rub over the fabric covering my apex. “Says the demon who’s wet with the thought of a stranger in a clown mask railing her in a haunted house.”
Lots of people feared getting strangled by a terrifying clown. Turns out, choking to death on clown cock wasn’t the worst way to go.
Her skin was far too pretty to allow it to go to waste. Maybe I’d harvest it without his knowing. Then, months from now, when he’d forgotten all about her, I’d wear it to our bed.
Growing up in the circus, I’d been around clowns my entire life. They’d never really “done” it for me. Demonic sex clowns, on the other hand, were more my speed.
I drifted toward the closet, where a dresser, several hooks, and a couple of mannequins displayed their collection of leather, PVC, and fetish gear. “It’s like a Spirit Halloween store had a baby with a gay porn studio’s costuming department.”
Hacked-up corpses lay on the ground, with guests stepping over them like they barely noticed. A clown with a rotting face—his peeling flesh spilling onto his neck ruffle—blew a balloon from a corpse’s intestines and twisted it into the shape of an animal. With a tug, he snapped the intestines and handed off the balloon animal to a passing child—an imp at closer glance—with a grin.
It wasn’t a match that had started this. It was a gigantic, three dicked flaming dog-man.
If I was going to do this, I really needed to ignore the fact that I was about to booty call Satan.
“I don’t hate you, little pup. You annoy me because you’re a total brat. But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t bring you the heads of your enemies should you provide me a list of your greatest foes. Doesn’t mean I won’t protect you with my life.”
"So here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to unlock this belt. Then you’re going to run, and I’m going to hunt you. If I catch you, I’m going to be the reason why you’re gonna have to change your stage name.”
