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Chapter Fifteen

Orgies – Fungi – Chaos

Chase

The music spikes–bass rolling through the sand like thunder–my body moving along with hers as the girls continue to grind on each other. Mouth and tongue dancing as they devour each other.

Leaning closer to Tate, I try to get him in the vibe, yet he resists. His eyes roam through the crowd then back to Cordelia. Even with the drugs filtering his system, he’s studying his surroundings like an experiment. Closing my eyes, I sway to the rhythm that takes over my body.

Every cell. Every fiber.

Feels alive as electricity flows through me.

“When you call my name” by Velix begins to play, and my eyes clash with those beautiful blues as she melts into the redhead, while Chelsea grabs her neck, licking the soft skin between her breasts all the way to her neck.

So fucking hot.

Like my body.

The heat begins to gather when a small woman wearing nothing but a pink bodysuit covered in glitter bumps into me with perfect tits and a nice ass–there’s no question as the blue-eyed woman with long blond waves grinds against me–that’s when Cordelia stops.

All three of them look my way causing my body to tense under their watchful stare. Chelsea bares her teeth in a feral way that you would only see in some kind of movie.

Definitely not normal behavior, but I was too high to care.

Suddenly, the woman becomes aware of their stares, and her body stops mid-grind and she smiles, chugging a sip of Celsius beer before sloppily heading towards Cordy.

“Gosh, you’re pretty,” she exclaims as she takes another drink. I can see Cordelia loosen up. Her brow arching–the girls beside her take a similar pose as if mimicking her movements.

Beside me, I watch Tate move in closer as if sensing danger. Pulling off some of her beads from her slender wrist, she dangles a pink bead bracelet and offers it to Cordy.

“Here, this is beautiful for you,” she says, stepping forward when Cordelia extends her wrist, accepting the party gift.

Cordelia then leans into the redhead, whispering something to her, blue eyes glazed and shimmering with mischievousness. The redhead–whose name is actually Kristina–digs into her fanny pack that sits around her waist, pulling out a small baggie.

Inside is a small, clear capsule with pink glitter dust. After a small nod from Cordelia, she pulls away and digs into the bag.

“What’s your name, little one?”

She closes in on the woman, who smiles nice and wide before she sticks her tongue out.

“I’m Alyssa, let the madness take me,” she breathes as Kristina cups the back of her neck and presses her mouth against her–dispensing the drug into her mouth.

Their bodies begin to slither against one another as fireworks illuminate the sky, confetti bombs exploding all over us–white and neon pieces of paper fall on us like snow. The crowd roars, bubble guns go off, and the bass drops.

The crowd turns into tangled limbs and fluids. The smell of weed, wet earth, and sex filters through the air. Cordelia extends her hand towards me, and our fingers touch, interlocking with each other. I pull her towards me, then flush her against myself.

Tate finally relaxes, turning his attention to us.

My hand moves towards her ass, one hand cupping a plump cheek as we dance–skin to skin.

Hand to hand.

We dance to the beat of the music, then her head falls back and her eyes land on our favorite sad boy. Tate bites down on his lip as he watches her grind against me, up and down, as her body moves.

“Come.” She mouths to him as her hands pull away from mine–bringing them over her head.

With small circular movements, they slither in the air as if calling to him–wrapping him in her serpentine-like waves. Using both of my hands now, I hold her close, my dick hardening from the contact.

“Fuck, Cordy,” I whisper, feeling the tension–the need–building quickly within me.

I am going to explode. My body feels so sensitive–electric–on fucking fire. Her sweat clings to me, her scent intoxicating, and then there’s the heat that coils around my spine–wrapping around it like a snake.

Hooking her leg around my hips, I pick her up just as Tate moves closer, and her arms wrap around his neck as he supports her back. Her pussy rubs against the bulge in my pants. Bringing her hips up, I slither her up to my abs and then back down.

My little snail leaves a glittery trail of her arousal across me.

Through my shades, I watch as Tate kisses her with his inked hand closing around her neck, then deepening the kiss. Not being able to contain the need that rolls through me in waves, I free up a hand, I pull my cock free, and push her panties to the side.

I slid inside her warmth in one thrust.

No condom.

No hesitation.

Just skin to skin.

She gasps into Tate’s mouth, her arms pulling tighter around his neck as her body clenches around me like she’s pulling me into something deeper, more than sex.

Around us, people begin to fuck, like fucking everywhere. The sound of moans and skin slapping blends with the bass line.

More bubbles.

The beat changes to something with more bass and more electric.

“WELCOME THE MADNESS,” the DJ shouts over the speakers, but I focus on the way her pussy strangles my cock, and how beautiful it is to look down to where we connect and watch as I slide out.

My length is soaked in her juices. Pushing it back in, I watch as her pussy swallows me whole. Greedy fucking cunt.

Suddenly, her body freezes, and she pulls away from Tate and looks to the left.

Screams erupt from the tent and bathroom area.

People begin to scatter while others seem to circle us like we are the main attraction. Tate helps bring her towards me so I can pull out.

“Put me down, Chase,” Cordelia whispers in my ears.

My mind and body obey her command, lifting her into the air as I feel the cold wrap around my dick. Already missing her wet warmth, I still as Tate leans closer and cleans her juices from my cock.

“Fuuckkk,” I groan just as he nips it–pulls away and tucks me back in. I place Cordelia on the ground and follow her as she moves closer towards the crowd.

I feel their eyes on us.

“STEP BACK!” one of the guards shouts as they form a perimeter around the area.

“What the fuck is happening?” Tate asks, more to himself than to me.

More yelling comes from that direction.

Guns cocking.

Boots pounding.

More yelling.

The music cuts off.

“ON THE GROUND–NOW!” someone shouts as more people scream.

Others just moan–not sure if they’re confused or too high to understand what the fuck is going on. From the corner of my eye, I watch as someone charges at one of the guards and gets shot point blank.

Tate grabs Cordelia just as she moves forward.

Blood sprays across the confetti drenched crowd.

Cordelia screams–not a scream from shock but from pain. My eyes move over her, assessing her, and making sure she’s not hurt. Her back arches.

Her body pulses.

Click.

Click.

Click.

The sound multiplies.

Everyone stops moving just as another party goer charges at a group of girls and slams into one of them.

Another one begins to vomit pink spores into a man’s face.

He falls choking, eyes bleeding, while another rips his own shirt off and slams a soldier to the ground, laughing and sobbing as his joints move in weird angles.

Click.

Click.

Click.