11. Madness
Madness
Three rock-hard demons and one tragically empty ghost girl. The anticipation is tangible in the air. An electricity that pulses between the four of us. This is the moment the night has been building up to.
Githany doesn’t fight Gator when he ties her wrists together. She keeps glancing around the floor. I’d bet she’ll do anything to avoid going back to my dollhouse.
“Madness, lower that hook.” Gator directs me to the nearest meat hook. Clambering up is easy for me. I’m solid but vaporous, defying physics with my contradictions. “Lower. Lower. Perfect.”
Hunt catches Githany staring at his cock again. “Like it?” He fists the knot.
“Shut up and get on your back, Hunt.” Gator’s commanding presence in the bedroom is always so hot. Hunt is the leader, but Gator is the boss. Us? We’re just along for the ride.
Hunt lies down, his cock jutting even further out.
Githany’s still staring when it rattles for the first time.
She sucks in a breath. Hunt rattles it again.
Just wait until she feels it. She’ll discover the vibrations quicken the closer he gets to climax.
He’ll rattle straight through her torso if he’s not careful.
“Eyes on me, Githany.” Gator snatches her attention back. He passes her roped wrists over the hook.
Her cheeks redden. “I don’t think you guys are going to fit.”
Our laughter bursts. She still thinks she’s fully human. We have a feeling she is going to do just fine. “We will, ghost girl.”
“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 our special cocks.”
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 a pop as 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’s cock. 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.
Hunt is sweating. He won’t last much longer.
“She hasn’t even come. Don’t let her down, you worthless demon. You worm. What are you good for if you can’t even hold out until you finish pleasing your woman?”
My tongue dips out, snaking lower.
Hunt peers around Githany, his many eyes bulging as he fights to catch sight of what I’m doing. “Don’t.”
I ignore him. He can’t do anything from the flat of his back. My tongue slips around his balls, and the next time my tail plunges into his ass, I squeeze.
Hunt comes with a howl of fury and pleasure.
“Got him. Got him good,” Madness cheers.
Hunt’s pale-blue cum spills out of Githany and back onto his stomach.
I tsk, lifting my gaze to meet his. “Worm. You left her unsatisfied. But don’t worry. I can help.”
Madness’s cackling grows heartier as I remove Githany from Hunt’s lap and push her to her hands and knees. She’s still oozing Hunt’s cum when my cock buries inside her.
“You still with us, sweetheart?” I lap at the back of her neck.
“Yes,” she pants out. “I’m, yes.”
Good. Gripping Hunt by the waist, I drag him beneath us, stopping when his face aligns with Githany’s cunt. “Stick your tongue out and redeem yourself.”
Hunt hisses again, but obeys. Githany releases a long, luxurious moan as his tongue sets to work on her clit.
There’s only one member of our group missing now.
“Madness.” He flips over, releasing the chain and landing silently on the ground. “Legs on either side of Githany.”
He complies, facing me while standing over Githany’s back. He chuckles, “So many bodies, so many moans.”
“And now it’s your turn. I’m aching to taste you.
” Wispy hands wrap around my skull as Madness presses his cock to my lips.
The full length of my tongue unravels. He gasps, both faces keening as my tongue corkscrews around his thick length.
I get off on sharing my gifted mouth with the others.
Madness is thoroughly enjoying receiving that gift.
The most interesting part of my particular style of blowjobs is that even when I suck them off, I don’t actually suck anything.
Madness’s cock never disappears into my mouth.
Instead, my tongue, strong and long, wraps all the way around his shaft.
Flexing the muscle, I slip it around, coil to coil.
Up and down. The brilliant red of my tongue smothers his darkness, wringing pleasure from his lowest, most needy parts.
One of Madness’s faces keeps glancing at Githany. I get it. Even with my talented tongue, she’s tempting as hell.
I retract my tongue and cock a brow at him. “She’s got two holes.”
Madness swings his legs around, ass just above my hips, resting his back against my shoulder and taking up position facing Githany.
“We move as one. Come as one. Now spit for our ghost girl.” His saliva drips in thick streams. Glancing at his cock, I add, “And make that thing much smaller.”
He complies, funneling it down until it’s about two fingers thick.
Guiding his hips, I push him into her. She groans. Her body tenses around us. With one hand I clasp Githany’s hip. The other wraps around Madness’s waist as I move us. My hips pump forward, burying both of us in Githany. She whimpers as her scent sweetens.
Hunt continues lapping at her from between her planted thighs. The urge to slam Githany flat on the ground and fuck her until she disappears into the dirt beneath the floor is strong. I do my best to keep her balanced on her hands and knees. If I don’t, poor Hunt will be squished.
Actually, that’s not a terrible idea.
I push Githany’s hips lower, smothering Hunt and reveling in the muffled sounds he makes. He’s not likely to die like this. If he does, I doubt he’ll mind.
Madness melts over me, relaxing his body completely as I do the work for both of us.
Our cocks sink into Githany in unison, sheathing completely and doting on her insides.
My webbing spins, seeking and brushing every delectable spot.
I know from personal experience how Madness’s tendrils feel, groping inside while his shaft squeezes into every hidden space.
Githany is being treated to a plethora of sensations.
My own feelings are overwhelming in the best fucking way. So wet. So tight. So…quiet.
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 drags her 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 to my 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.
“Two thumbs-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.”