Page 28 of Maison De Fous

Her response is another moan, her body trembling as she grinds harder against the leader’s face, the flesh beneath her slowly going cold. He’s barely moving now, his chest rising and falling in shallow, desperate gasps. Blood bubbles from his nose, mingling with the slickness of her as she uses him like the worthless thing he is, a mere object for her pleasure.

“He’s lucky to leave this earth with the taste of you on his tongue,” Lux breathes, his voice rough with need. “To know how sweet your juices are as he takes his final fucking breath. Thats how I plan to leave this world too, buried deep between those perfect goddamn thighs of yours.” His words are intoxicating, and I can feel the energy in the air shift, a current of dark desire flowing through us.

Her eyes flash with something feral, something wild, and her hand tightens around both of us, stroking us with the same rhythm she moves against the man beneath her. My breath catches, tension coiling tight inside me as her tongue flicks against me, sending jolts of pleasure straight through my spine. The intensity of it builds, sending me spiraling into a blissful haze.

“Fuck,” I growl, my body shaking as I teeter on the edge. “You suck me so fucking so good, Indie. So fucking good.”

The leader’s body goes still beneath her, his struggles fading as his life finally leaves him. But Indie doesn’t stop. She grinds down harder, using his corpse for her own pleasure, a primal dance of dominance as she continues to work both of us with her mouth and hands, never losing her rhythm.

Around us, the crowd is in a frenzy, captivated by the spectacle. I catch sight of a man in the throng, his eyes dark with lust as he watches Indie and us. He’s sitting on the ground, his breath quickening as he leans over one of the other guys lifeless body, a twisted grin spreading across his face. He grabs the corpse, using its mouth to pleasure himself as he shoves his cock down it’s throat. Thrusting and pounding into it mercilessly as he mirrors Indie’s actions. Each aggressive thrust is a mockery of the life that once inhabited the body, a grotesque display of domination. He revels in the depravity of it, his fingers digging into the lifeless flesh, holding the corpse just where he wants it as his pleasure rises with each brutal movement.

His soul is lost in the chaos of the night. The depravity that we have brought them and fuck if it’s not goddamn wonderful.

The tension in the air is electric, a charged atmosphere of violence and ecstasy. Indie’s pleasure builds, and as I look down as her, her eyes holding mine while my cock hits the back of her throat, I can’t hold back any longer. With a low, guttural moan, I come, filling her mouth with my warm cum.

“Ah, fuck yeah,” My fingers tighten in her hair as I spill into her, my body trembling with the force of it. Lux isn’t far behind, his own growl of pleasure filling the air as Indie pulls his cocks tip to her lips. She rubs them both across her swollen lips, licking and lapping at their swollen heads.

The tension coiling within Indie reaches its breaking point, her body trembling as she grinds down harder against the lifeless form beneath her. A low, desperate moan escapes her lips, echoing in the chaotic air, as pleasure surges through herlike wildfire. She’s lost in a whirlwind of ecstasy, the blood, and violence fueling her desire.

“Fuck,” she gasps, her eyes rolling back as she feels the release building, overwhelming her senses. Her fingers grip tightly around us, pumping us in a frantic rhythm that matches the wild pounding of her heart. With one final thrust against the corpse, she shudders violently, and she cries out—a primal scream of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

It’s a goddamn beautiful sight.

The crowd erupts in a chaotic chorus of cheers and moans, feeding off the raw energy of the moment. Indie, covered in blood and the remnants of our desires, grins up at us, her eyes alight with unrestrained joy.

This is what we’ve created—a beautiful, unhinged perfection, and in this moment, we are untouchable. She looks between us, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she sits back on the leader’s now lifeless body, her thighs still straddling his face, his blood-soaked mouth frozen in a twisted grimace.

Lux reaches for her, pulling up from the body and holding her close, his voice a low rumble in her ear. “Perfect. You are so fucking perfect, Indie.”

And as I stand there, watching them, covered in blood, the bodies of the men who dared touch her lying broken and used at our feet, I know one thing for sure—no one will ever touch her again.

No one will evendare.

chapter fourteen

lux

The Hills - Archers

The scent of blood and sweat still clings to the air as I watch Indie, kneeling over the lifeless man beneath her, her lips swollen and slick with mine and Johnny’s cum.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

The satisfaction gleaming in her eyes is undeniable, and a twisted sense of pride coils deep inside me. She’s perfect, just like I knew she would be—my Dark Queen, fierce and fucking untouchable.

Suddenly, something shifts. A crackle behind me, sharp and electric, pulls me from the moment. The crowd has swelled in size. Bodies press tightly against each other, some locked in vicious fights to the death, others still sucking and fucking—oblivious to the madness that’s spreading like a virus through the big top.

I glance at Johnny, who’s tucking himself away, his eyes gleaming with the same feral satisfaction that’s vibrating through me. But there’s something else now, somethingsimmering beneath the surface as he noticed the same shift around the tent.

Chaos.

Another crackle, louder this time. I turn, my eyes narrowing as the DJ’s booth, now partially overturned from a scuffle between two men, sparks violently. Power cables are exposed, and sparks shower the ground in quick, electric bursts.

Fuck.

Before I can react, one of the cables snaps loose, hitting the ground. The spark catches on something—leftover fuel from one of the fire breathers. It ignites in an instant. Flames roaring to life, as they lick up the side of the booth with a hiss.

“Shit,” Johnny mutters beside me, his grin fading as he watches the fire spread.

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