Page 47 of Fed By Fear

Githany has stopped making noises. Peering around Madness shows me her head hanging forward. Mouth wide. Fuck. I can’t have her blacking out on us.

“Hunt. Githany’s mouth is lonely. Keep her company…and conscious.”

Hunts slips out from under us, taking up position in front of Githany. I stay watching until he has his hands on her face. “You’re okay. Stay with us, Githany. You can take it.”

She nods weakly, releasing a tiny mewl when he dragsher chin up for a deep kiss. Satisfied, I return to my task. Hips grind, bodies writhe. Madness is growling. Githany’s pussy is fluttering. My balls are so tight they might rupture.

“It’s time,” I whisper in one of Madness’s ears. “Be a good boy and fill our ghost girl up. Five.” I drive us both forward. “Four.” Githany’s walls are spasming. “Three.” She climaxes, body clamping down around us. “Two.” Her muscles hold tight. We’re not coming until she’s done. “One.” Githany relaxes. Thank fuck. Madness and I flood her with everything we’ve got.

Moaning, grunting, cries of ecstasy. The sounds are heavenly. Madness’s spend overflows out of Githany’s ass and spills over my cock, mixing with the copious amounts of fluid I’m pumping her full of.

Our ghost girl is going to look like a damn balloon when we’re through. I’m as gentle as I can be when I pull both myself and Madness out of her.

Hunt cradles her chin, his tongue stroking her lips. “Damn, y’all should have seen her face.”

Githany groans, squirming. “My stomach,” she whines.

Her belly is protruding. I’d been saving all of that up for her. I overestimated how much space there is inside that small body.

“Hunt.” I motion for him to join me. “Githany is too full. Be a good boy and lick it out.”

His eyes light as I lay Githany on her back. He dives for her pussy. That thick, twisted tongue of his sweeps inside her, sending a pile of deep-green cum plopping onto the floor.

Githany exhales, sagging in relief as she’s emptied.

“Better?” I ask, stroking her hair.

“Mmhmm.”

We move in closer, arms scooping her up. I pull her tomy chest, interlocking my fingers with her small hands. Hunt rattles with satisfaction as he scooches closer, too. He lays his head on her damp hair, hands landing on top of ours. Madness surrounds us all, wrapping our foursome in shadow and pressing his cheeks to either side of Githany’s face. Holding her like this, as a unit, feels glorious and so natural.

“Did you enjoy that?” Hunt’s soft-spoken question is laced with anxiety.

Githany laughs, sounding more like Madness than herself. “I can barely form cohesive thoughts right now.”

“Just give us a thumbs-up if it was good for you,” Madness offers.

Githany holds up both thumbs.

“Twothumbs-up? We are fucking gods.” Madness cackles.

“You’re willing to do that again?” Hunt presses. His insecurities are startling.

“Not at this moment.” She gives a half laugh, sinking into our holds. “But sometime.”

“Any time,” Hunt corrects.

“He’s right. You have us now. We’ll take care of you any time you want.”

“For forever,” Madness adds.

Hunt nuzzles her cheek. “We’re yours, Githany.”

Chapter 12

Githany

“We’re yours, Githany.”