Page 62 of Fed By Fear

With every thrust I push myself deep inside Hunt and Hunt’s cock deeper inside Githany’s throat. Reaching around him, I use one hand to grip the wooden wheel myself.

There’s such beauty in these moments when the four of us are locked together. Each one connected by the mouth, cunt, or ass of another. It’s times like this that I’m reminded just how perfectly the four of us fit together.

As a trio, we already shared enough intimacy andrespect to last us through the endless centuries of our existence. Not to mention libidos that never ceased.

When Githany joined our family, life took off. She’s our sun and moon. The devil to our hell. We worship her, mindless to her beauty and power. It’s hard to believe we survived so long without her by our side. Or beneath us. On top of us. Twisted over backwards and stuffed by all three. She’s perfect in every position. The most important position—is her place by our sides.

She’s ours. We’re hers. Hellish monsters as in love as a demon is capable of loving.

My mushy, soft thoughts are such a contradiction to my hard-as-stone cock.

“You take me so well.” I usually save my praise for aftercare, but I’m in a rather sentimental mood. I reach down to cup his full balls. “Now be a good boy and choke Githany with all this cum.”

Squatting deeper, I reenter Hunt from a slightly altered angle. His muscles clench around me, the pleasure momentarily drowning out the sounds of the room. Madness’s maniacal laughter, Githany’s muffled screams, Hunt’s shaking moans as he finds his release. The wet, hiccupping sounds coming from Githany as she practically drowns in his spend. Her body thrashes as she gurgles. Hunt’s muscles lock tight around me until he’s emptied himself.

“Such a good boy. Did she come yet, Madness?” I call up to him.

He flashes a grin. “Not yet. We’ve been pulling back when she gets close.”

Hunt groans when I grind his hips against me, keeping myself inside him as Githany’s mouth is freed.

Hunt’s body blocked my view of her before. She is an absolute beautiful mess. Tears and spit, snot and cum, allmixing and dripping across her gorgeous face. Without exiting him, I lower Hunt down until his cheek presses into the ground.

“Githany, you have until I finish inside Hunt to come for Madness.” I rut deep into Hunt. Fuck, he feels even better down on the ground. “You don’t have long.”

A slight blue light has begun to emanate from Githany’s mouth.Uh-oh.

Madness notices. He spins the wheel without warning. Githany’s eyes roll as he rights her. With his feet now planted on the ground, Madness pummels into her with twice the speed as before.

The blue light subsides. We really did almost fuck that soul back out of her. Purging her is terribly dark and painful. It’s a threat we make, but not something we enjoy acting on. The last of the blue vanishes in the same moment Githany shatters. She screams, jaw unhinging so wide I can see into her stomach as Madness delivers her orgasms from both holes. His laughter deepens into roars as double cocks find release.

I’m chasing my own finish, driving into Hunt. The brewing tension threatens to detonate. I’m so close.

Madness sags from his climax, his four eyes finding mine. He must sense I need something more. Pulling out of Githany and stepping away gives me the perfect view of her chained and spent body. Cum pours out of her holes, piling up on the floor. Her stomach is bulging. Spurt after spurt, liquid empties from her. It’s so deliciously depraved I empty into Hunt. My snarl shakes the floor as my release shreds up my spine and blinds me. Hunt moans and twitches, taking every drop I give him.

The sweet sounds of heavy breathing center me back to the room. Unreal. Every experience with these three is sodamn unreal. My body gives up when Hunt slides off of me and sits up. Chains screech as Madness unlocks Githany.

We end up in a sticky, drenched heap on the floor.

“I hope you learned your lesson, Githany,” Hunt teases.

“What was the lesson again?” Madness murmurs.

A round of tired laughter echoes between us. I sigh. “Moral of the story. We can’t resist Githany. Even when she’s bad.”

“I’ll be bad for you.” Githany takes my mouth in a deep kiss.

“I’ll be good for you.” She shares a kiss with each of Madness’s mouths.

“I’ll be whatever you need.” Her final kiss presses around Hunt’s glinting teeth.

“Need?” Hunt flips Githany onto her back. “I think we might need another round.” He looks to me for direction.

“Whoever fills Githany with the most cum wins.”

She squeals, giggling as we descend on her.

Our perfect little ghost girl.