Page 45 of Fed By Fear

“Poor Hunt chased you all night long.” Gator lifts Githany, swinging her over Hunt until she’s sitting astride him. He hovers her just above Hunt’s tip. “He’ll accept your apology in the form of a ride.” Saliva drips from Gator’s outstretched tongue, drizzling over Hunt’s entire pelvis. Our mouths go dry as he lowers her down on the shiny, wet tip.

“Holy…” Githany gasps.

“Ride him, Githany. Show us how well you can take ourspecialcocks.”

Githany struggles to accommodate him, moving her hips with jerky motions.

We are quick to climb the meat hook, hanging upside down until our faces are directly in front of hers.

“Let us help you.” Her ribcage is so small. Our hands swallow it whole. Up and down we move her, setting a steady pace. The first time Hunt rattles inside her, those brown eyes roll straight back. Our smiles consume our faces. “He feels good, doesn’t he?”

The rattling is audible, but her intense reactions alone would be enough to tell Gator and us each time his cock shakes her insides.

Watching upside down is a treat. Our tongues slide out,one delving into her gaping mouth, the other wrapping around one of her soft breasts. We push a little harder and are rewarded with apopas Hunt’s knot slips in and out. Githany chokes, then releases a deep moan. Yes, this is the perfect spot.

We wonder…what is our lovely Githany thinking right now? Tapping inside the mind is a specialty of ours. That’s how we know just what it will take to siphon the most madness from our victims. Githany’s mind is packed with images of the three of us, in both masked and monster forms. It’s enchanting to dominate her thoughts so wholly.

A subtle knocking draws us deeper into her thoughts. We notice something lurking in our ghost girl’s mind. A very disturbing truth sprinkled atop more than a decade of repressed memories.

We were wrong about our necromancer. Very wrong. This will need to be dealt with.

A louder moan sends us slipping out of her thoughts and back to her pleasure-twisted expression.

The others will need to know the truth. Githany deserves to learn what she really is.

Group sex is an inappropriate time to deliver bad news. Let us all receive our fair share of pleasure and bliss before the bottom falls out.

Gator

I’m gifted the beautiful sight of depravity and ruin. Madness hangs from the ceiling, the embodiment of floating darkness. His smoky form stretches to meet Githany. Dark hands wrap around her ribs as he bounces her on Hunt’scock. Both tongues writhe lower, lapping at her peaked nipples.

Admiring the moment on its own is enjoyable. Taking control of the moment will be much, much better.

Githany is lost to the pleasure of Hunt’s rattling cock. The sound of it buzzing inside her is the epitome of sexy. Every one of his arachnid eyes is closed. He’s enjoying this.

Hunt loves to be the center of attention. The chosen one. I know him better than anyone. What he really wants is to be dominated. Stealing his spotlight won’t ruin his moment. It will enhance his pleasure.

My movements go unnoticed at first. Crawling over Hunt’s body has my cock twitching. Rising up behind Githany’s bobbing form brings me close enough to touch them both.

There’s a tightness to Hunt’s brow that I recognize—he’s trying not to finish. I can only imagine how good Githany feels in that position.

My timing is impeccable. I’ll be able to catch Hunt on the edge and take every bit of his control away.

Above me, Madness chuckles, watching the interaction as he continues to support Githany. My tail slips over Hunt’s lower body. His eyes pop wide.

I’ve plunged the tip into his ass before he has time to speak.

“You dick,” Hunt hisses.

He doesn’t scare me. “I bet you won’t even be able to last long enough to please our plaything.”

My tail flexes inside him. His hips buck upward. Githany cries out at the unexpected depth.

“Gator,” he warns.

“You can try to stop me, but you’d have to get out from underneath our girl first.”

Deeper, faster, fuller. Hunt lashes one of his unwrapped legs toward me. The effort is minimal at best. He can’t touch me without risking Githany. I hunker lower, my body rubbing against hers. Using her as a meat shield to keep Hunt from pulverizing me for forcing him to come is ferociously satisfying.