Page 60 of Fed By Fear

Reaching over Madness, I grip Gator by the back of hisscaly neck, dragging it forward until his mouth slams against mine. Tongues tangle, fighting for dominance and slipping down each other’s throats. Gator’s taste is familiar and much needed. Salty, sharp, with a bitter aftertaste.

Our teeth clash above as Madness’s mouths suck below.

Another deep moan from Gator. He pulls away. White eyes roll.

“No. Stay with me.” I capture his mouth, swallowing those feral sounds as his climax approaches. I’m right behind him. Gator’s mouth falls wide open as he finishes. I suck his tongue, loving the sharp twitches of his lower body as he fills Madness’s throat.

Madness’s second mouth abandons Gator’s softening cock. It joins the first, licking my thighs and under my balls.

Two mouths is dizzying.

The loopy look in Gator’s post-orgasmic gaze sharpens. “You’ll come when I tell you to.” Jagged teeth nip at the side of my neck.

“I’m fucking close,” my words puff out through a gasp.

“Not yet.”

Gator

The chains rattle. “I’ll finish him!” Githany’s desperation has me even more turned on.

“Not a fucking chance. You’re still in trouble.” I turn my attention back to Hunt. “I’ll count. When I get to one, Madness will pull off and you’ll cover Githany in everything she can’t have.”

“Turn me over.” The chains strain against her strength. She looks good upside down.

“You’re not ordering us around, sweetheart. How will you ever learn if we always give into you?” Squatting down allows me to look her in the eye.

“I will doanythingto show you how sorry I am. Don’t make me suffer anymore. I’ll help. Use me. Anything.”

I chuckle. My casual energy differs greatly from the storm of vengeful euphoria threatening to incinerate Hunt any second. There’s a steady rattling coming from Madness’s throat. Hunt is shaking with the need to finish.

“You want to be included again?”

“Yes!” she cries out. “Please. I learned my lesson.”

“You’re sayingweare more important than eating souls?”

She nods, licking her lips again. “More important. It will never happen again.”

“I’m not unchaining you yet.” She frowns at my words. “But I will let you have a little bit of fun.”

“Gator, fuck. Please,” Hunt practically cries.

“Open wide, you rotten little ghost girl.” Drool dribbles down her face as she widens her mouth.

Gripping Hunt by the ridges of his hips, I pull him away from the quick pumping of Madness’s mouths and steer his jutting cock straight toward Githany’s open lips.

Hunt has to drop his lower half to reach her face. He’s rattling so hard I can’t get him lined up.

Using my fist as a bridge, I let Hunt push himself through my fingers and deep into Githany’s throat.

Githany’s pussy is so wet that liquid is dripping down her stomach and chest. The scent of her arousal shoves its way down my nose and throat, triggering a predatory and possessive need.

I know Hunt is pissed. He wants her tosuffer. Another deep inhale unravels my resistance. Githany is very hard to say no to.

“Let’s let her play.” My voice is a whisper in Hunt’s ear.

“She broke the—uh.” Hunt struggles to speak as she swallows around his tip.