Page 5 of Maison De Fous

A low hum of pleasure thrums through me at his words. For the first time, I feel powerful, untouchable. And Lux... he’s theone who helped me get here. At first he thought I was too pure for this world. For the life he lives, but I always knew there was a certain part of me that belonged here. Lux eventually saw it too. He helped me bring it to the surface, and saw my potential to bring others desires to life when no one else did.

He’s my king, my partner in this twisted fucking world he has created.

Without a word, he sinks to his knees behind me, his hands sliding down my arms to my waist. I watch in the mirror as his fingers trace the edge of my nightgown, his eyes locked on mine with a dark, hungry intensity.

“Lux…” I breathe, but he just grins, and spins my chair around as he leans in to press his lips to the bare skin of my thigh.

“Shh...” he murmurs, his fingers hooking under the thin fabric and pulling it aside. “Don’t try to stop me from tasting what belongs to me. Let me take care of you.”

Heat pools low in my belly as I lean back in the chair, my legs parting slightly in anticipation. Lux’s hands are firm as he grips my thighs, his mouth trailing teasing kisses up the sensitive skin. My breath catches, my heart pounding as he looks up at me, his eyes burning with desire and something deeper.

Devotion.

Slowly, he presses his lips to my core, his tongue flicking out to taste me. I gasp, my back arching against the vanity as waves of sensation ripple through me. Lux’s touch is deliberate, his tongue moving in expert strokes that send shivers racing up my spine. He’s relentless, his movements both gentle and insistent, making it impossible for me to stay still. My fingers clutch the edge of the table. Gripping so tightly my knuckles turn white, as my body responds to his every caress.

Each lap of his tongue, each purposeful brush of his lips against my sensitive skin, feels like an electric shock. My breathhitches, coming out in ragged gasps as he skillfully teases me, drawing out every sensation to its fullest. I’m completely lost in the moment, consumed by the heat and pressure building inside me. My head falls back, eyes squeezing shut as I let out a series of soft, desperate moans.

“Fuck, Lux…” I manage to gasp, the words barely making it past my lips as I surrender to the pleasure he’s giving me. My body is a battleground of tingling, each wave crashing over me with increasing intensity. He knows exactly how to push me to the edge, how to make me unravel with just the right pressure, and touch in all the places I need to feel him the most.

His rough, scarred fingers slide along my thighs, gripping them tightly as he pulls me closer to him. They’re a stark contrast to the soft, tantalizing movements of his tongue, and the combination is maddening. I can feel every ridge, every rough patch of skin as they drag along my delicate flesh. I’m completely at his mercy, my entire being focused on the exquisite pleasure he’s delivering.

“Lux,” I moan, my voice trembling. “Please… don’t stop.”

His tongue moves faster, harder, as if he’s determined to make me lose myself completely. I can’t help but tangle my fingers in his dark hair, gripping it tightly as he continues his relentless assault. His hair is soft, but it’s the strength in his movements that makes it all the more exhilarating. I tug gently, guiding him, encouraging him to keep going.

“Tell me what you want, Indie,” he murmurs against me, his voice vibrating through my core. “I want to hear you fucking beg for it.”

“Don’t stop,” I gasp, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I need it… need you.”

He responds to my plea, his tongue flicking and swirling with renewed vigor. The tension in my body is almost unbearable, a tight coil of need and desire stretching and straining with eachstroke. My moans grow louder, more frantic, and I can feel the edge of my release approaching like a powerful wave ready to crash down.

“Lux, I’m so close…” I whimper, my body quivering uncontrollably. “Please, don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

His movements never falter; he’s as steady and precise as ever, his attention focused solely on me. “That’s it, Indie,” he encourages, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. “Let go for me. I want to feel you come apart. Give me your demons, my queen.”

When the release finally hits, it’s like a storm breaking free. My body trembles uncontrollably, my cries echoing through the bus as Lux holds me through it. His mouth never leaves me, his tongue continuing to lap and tease as I ride out the waves of pleasure. I’m breathless, my skin flushed and damp with sweat, every nerve ending singing with the intensity of the moment.

Lux finally pulls back, his mouth glistening with the evidence of our passion. He wipes it with the back of his hand, a satisfied, predatory grin spreading across his face. “Damn, Indie,” he murmurs, his voice a sultry growl. “You still taste like the most forbidden fruit—something I could savor endlessly, even if it means damnation. Every fucking drop of you is a delicious sin I’d gladly indulge in for eternity.” I’m still panting, my body weak and sated, as he stands and lifts me effortlessly from the chair.

He carries me to the bed, laying me down gently beside him. I snuggle into his side, my body still humming with the aftershocks of the wild orgasm he just gave me. The calm of the night surrounds us, a gentle contrast to the storm of emotions and sensations I’ve just experienced. I rest my head in the crook of his arm, listening to the steady beat of his heart, and feeling the warmth of his body as my fingers trace the small cigarette burns scattered across his chest.

“Tomorrow’s going to be our night, Indie. A night that everyone remembers,” he whispers, pulling me close. “The world has never seen anything like our Dark Harvest, and I’m going to make sure they never forget it.”

I smile, my body still tingling from the pleasure, as I curl into his side. “I can’t wait,” I whisper back. “We’re going to blow them away.”

As I drift off to sleep, I know that by tomorrow, everything will change. The show we have planned will push every boundary, challenge every expectation. And as I close my eyes, I can’t help but feel a deep, exhilarating thrill at the thought of what’s to come. The excitement is almost too much to bear, but I know one thing for certain: no matter what happens, as long as I have Lux by my side, I have everything I need.

Tomorrow night, we’re going to make history. And I can’t wait to step into the spotlight and embrace the role that’s waiting for me.

I can’t wait to become the Dark Queen of Cirque Du Désir.

chapter four

lux

Carrie - Ugovhb, EF

The entrance to the circus is alive with energy as the first guests begin to arrive. The air is electric with passion, and thick with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. I lean against a tent pole, taking in the scene as the crowd surges forward, eager to dive into the night’s forbidden pleasures.

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