THE RINGMASTER - FINAL CHAPTER 6

It took forever, but Cleo finally made it to the end of the maze. Her legs were shaking, her body ached so deliciously, and as she found her way to another black, velvet curtain, she wasn’t sure how her night could get any better. Cleo didn’t need to move the curtain, it parted for her on its own as soon as she got close enough, and for a moment she was blinded by a bright white light. She threw her hand over her face, shielding her eyes from the glare. That’s when she heard it. Circus music calling to her. She lowered her arms, staring into a spotlight that was shining right on her. There were circus performers everywhere in the middle of a giant circular platform, all of them cheering for her to step forward. Cleo moved hesitantly, taking in her surroundings as she stepped fully past the curtains. She was back in the circus tent, only now there was not Petting Zoo and no people in line waiting for a turn with a Minotaur. There were no patrons at all. Instead, there were trapeze artists balancing high in the air, swaying back and forth while performing various manoeuvres. Clowns, including Sweet Tooth and Twisted, were juggling in a corner, laughing obnoxiously as another clown fell over. Her Merman and various other creatures were in another section of the tent altogether, relaxing and chatting while more than one fire - breather lit torches on fire, twirling them around hypnotically. But it wasn’t them that drew her attention the most, it was the man the Guy Fawkes mask from earlier. The one who had been at the Carousel that had brought her to this insane place. She’d been drawn toward him then, and the magnetism was even stronger now, an invisible current that led her directly to him. He stepped toward her, his muscular chest nearly glowing in the lighting. She’d completely forgotten that she was naked until his head dipped and oh so slowly wandered back up as he inspected her. Cleo self-consciously ran her fingers through her hair in an attempt to fix the mess, but she was literally covered in dirt and whipped cream. Her hair was the least of her concerns. He stepped into her space, a hand wrapping around her waist as he pulled her close. The spark from his touch was instant, heating her aching body and bringing every part of her into crystal clear focus. It was like she’d never been truly living until this moment, and her legs felt weak. ‘Welcome To my Circus, Cleo,’ He murmured, his voice deep and sensual through the mask. It was achingly familiar somehow. Like she’d heard it a thousand times before. ‘Does that make you McLaren then?’ she asked softly. He chuckled, and the sound of it slid over her like butter, melting her instantly. ‘Yes, but I’m also the Ringmaster. It’s my job to keep my circus performers in line.’ He ran a hand down the front of her body, dipping low until his gloveless fingers found her abused honey pot. ‘I coach them. Instruct them. I even watch every naughty thing they do.’ ‘You do?’ Cleo bit her lower lip as his fingers delved between her folds, swirling through the golden semen the Dragon had left behind. ‘Oh, yes, Cleo. And the things I saw them do to you…’ His fingers slid into her honey pot and she moaned, dropping her head onto his shoulder as he began stroking her. ‘It made me want a taste of you, even though I can’t’ She lifted her head, staring up at him in disappointment as he inserted another finger, ‘You - you can’t?’ ‘Not yet, Cleo. But if you decide you want me, that you want this,’ he pulled his hand from her honey pot, spreading his arms wide to indicate the circus. ‘Then you can have us all.’ She licked her lips. ‘I can even have you?’ His eyes glowed red through his mask and he nodded. ‘Even me.’ ‘What do I need to do?’ she asked without hesitation. She couldn’t see his face, but for some reason she knew he was smiling at her question. ‘Like my name suggests, I have certain interests,’ he said, taking her hands and leading her toward the middle of the tent, and a single black chair resting in the center of it all. She hadn’t noticed it before. He sat her down in it, his hands squeezing her shoulders. ‘I enjoy watching.’ ‘Watching what?’ ‘Watching you get fucked by a MERMAN, A DRAGON, and TWO DEMON CLOWNS spawned straight from hell.’ Cleo’s mind blanked and her gaze wandered over to Twisted and Sweet Tooth, who had stopped juggling to eye her hungrily. Cleo cleared her throat, looking back toward Labhrainn. ‘But I’ve already done that.’ ‘Oh, yes you have Cleo. Splendidly, too. And I enjoyed hearing every scream leave your lips, every moan my performers dragged from you despite the fact that you were fucking monsters. You liked it, Cleo. You loved it, even.’ ‘I…’ her jaw snapped shut and she cleared her throat again. There was no use denying it. And she found she didn’t even want to. ‘I did love it.’ ‘I can see the evidence of that all over you.’ Labhrainn snapped his fingers and Sweet Tooth came over with a happy skip, stopping right next to her chair. ‘You were naughty, Sweet Tooth,’ Labhrainn chided. The clown gasped dramatically. ‘I was?’ ‘Look at the mess you left of Cleo’s honey pot. Clean it up.’ Sweet Tooth dropped to his knees in front of her, tossing her legs over his shoulders unceremoniously. His forked tongue slid out, tasting her thighs before it sank into her honey pot. Cleo moaned, her head dropping back as Sweet Tooth groaned appreciatively against her honey pot, slurping loudly. He ate at her honey pot like it was, quite literally, made of Gold, and she couldn’t help but rock against his tongue, crying out as it plunged deep inside of her. Labhrainn came up to them, sliding a hand through Sweet Tooth’s wig. He pressed the clown’s face into her until she was sure he wouldn’t be able to breathe, holding it there as he looked down at her. Sweet Tooth lapped at her greedily, fingers tightening on the tops of her thighs as she began to tremble, an orgasm already close to the surface. ‘When you orgasm from his tongue, you’ll scream my name,’ the Ringmaster murmured. Cleo nodded desperately, moaning again as Sweet Tooth licked her honey pot hungrily. The noises he made as he ate her out were loud, obnoxious and so fucking dirty that she cried out in pleasure, knowing that Labhrainn was right there with her. Her eyes never strayed from the Ringmaster, and his gaze burned even hotter as he watched her slowly come undone. The pleasure that coursed through her now was better than anything else she’d experienced tonight, and she knew, for whatever reason, it was because of the Ringmaster’s presence. This connection between them was all consuming, and he wasn’t even touching her. How wonderful could it be if he was? She’d do anything to become his, do whatever he wanted so that she could explore this unknown world by his side. ‘I’ll do anything to be yours,’ she whispered out loud, and the Ringmasters’ eyes closed briefly, a deep shudder running through him. Her hands found his, helping him hold Sweet Tooth against her spasming Honey pot as she came, screaming the Ringmaster’s name just like she’d promised. The circus lights shut off overhead as her wail reached a crescendo, casting the Ringmaster in a shadowy glow from the fire - breathers’ torches. Black, large, Bat - like wings stretched out behind him and menacing horns flashed over his head, replacing his top hat for an instant before the lights flickered back on, the shadows receded, and his image returned to normal. The spotlight landed on Cleo again before she could take in the fact that Labhrainn, the Ringmaster she’d just vowed to do anything to be with, was a Demon, Lucifer himself. And that only made her want him more. A deafening roar split the air around her and Cleo jumped in her seat, her legs sliding from Sweet Tooth’s shoulders as he stood to his feet with a grin. The once empty circus tent was now teeming with life. People from the Petting Zoo, those she’d seen on the carousel, and even Sara, were all in the bleachers clapping and cheering wildly. For HER. ‘What’s happening?’ Cleo asked, covering herself with her hands as mortification set in. They’d been here all along, watching her? ‘They paid to see the star of the show. Some with money, some with their souls,’ Labhrainn said softly. ‘And how beautifully you performed for us all tonight.’ ‘I didn’t pay anything like that,’ Cleo breathed, feeling a tiny bit of panic begin to creep in. ‘What did Sara do to bring me here? What did she pay?’ ‘You might not understand it yet, but I’ve been searching for you for a long time, Cleo. Sara was merely helping you find your way home.’ The Ringmaster shook his head. ‘There are certain rules that forbid me from doing as I wish. I cannot take a human soul that in not offered, nor can I allow one to enter into my possession without the owner fully understanding the cost of what they’re agreeing to. Even one that’s not entirely human.’ Labhrainn pulled her to her feet, his hands wandering possessively over her figure. After a few seconds his touch became leisurely. Reverent. As if he didn’t know when he’d get the opportunity to hold her again and wanted to commit every inch of her memory. He dropped his hands all too soon, and immediately she felt bereft. LOST! What was going on? Why did she feel so drawn to him? Like she was his and he was hers? Was it KISMET? Something else? He reached into the pocket of his black pants, pulling out a business card like the one Sara had used to get them into the circus initially. Only instead of black, this one was gold. And engraved in the center in beautiful, swirling calligraphy, was an ‘L’. He held the card out. ‘When you’re ready to choose, I’ll be waiting for you Cleo. I’ll always wait for you.’ She reached for the card, her brow furrowing in confusion at his words. Why did he need to wait for her? She was right here. As soon as her fingers touched the cool metal, everything shifted out from under her. The music, the scenery, everything melted. ‘Cleo!’ Cleo!’ Small hands shook Cleo hard and she startled awake, gasping as her eyes popped open. Sara was crouched in front of her, concern written all over her face. ‘Are you Okay?’ ‘Where am I?’ Cleo, sat up swiftly from the ground, looking around as her vision swam. She was back at the circus. The normal Circus. With hundreds of people walking all around her, completely oblivious to everything she’d just been through. ‘Where’s Labhrainn? What happened?’ ‘Who?’ Sara stood up and cupped Cleo’s face. Her eyes roamed Cleo’s face and her brow furrowed in concern. ‘You scaring me, Cleo. You fainted almost as soon as we got here. I think you might have hit your head.’ Cleo blinked, her vision still swaying as she looked up at her best friend. ‘What?’ ‘You fainted, hunny,’ Sara said again. ‘Don’t you remember?’ ‘No, no, I was…’ Cleo looked down, mouth dropping open. She was wearing her sundress. Her clean, completely intact sundress. The polka dots were all clean. She looked around once more, determined to find anything that would prove that this night was real. Her eyes locked on a circus tent in the middle of the large crowd, with a giant sign hanging above its entrance that read ‘McGinley Carnival.’ Not … McLaren’s Circus? That wasn’t possible. She’d just been with him. The Ringmaster was just here, holding her in his arms. It had all felt so real…. Her vision blurred and she sniffed, looking down at her hands. There was no golden business card. “I think I’d like to go home,’ she said quietly, her head reeling and her heart absolutely aching. Had she really fallen and hit her head? None of it had been real? Not even him? She felt some dampness near her nose, she wiped it with a tissue. That’s when Cleo realized her nose was bleeding. ‘Okay, hunny. I’ll get you home,’ Sara assured. The ride to her apartment was long and silent. Traumatic, as she struggled to come to terms with the fact that nothing had been real. It wasn’t until Cleo made it up the stairs to her apartment and inside, dismissing Sara once she assured her she was fine, that her vision filled with tears. She leaned against the closed front door, sliding down it dramatically until she was a heap on the floor in her entranceway. What had he told her? Surely something of what the Ringmaster had said would help her. She closed her eyes, banging her head softly against the door in frustration as her tears began to fall down her face. She didn’t even know why she was crying, only that she hated it here. She wanted to go back. No, she needed to go back. She couldn’t explain it, but that circus was her life. That’s where she belonged. Not here. Not in this world. Cleo belonged with him, with all of them. She’d give up anything. This life, all of her luxuries. Nothing mattered to her but him. She wanted him, she chose ---- Something clattered to the floor beside her and Cleo’s eyes snapped open. There, on the ground beside her, was a Golden Card with the letter ‘L’ engraved in the middle. Thank you so much for reading! This is the first of many Adult Erotica, What do you guys think, should we continue writing in this STYLE!