Epilogue #2
We don’t always use him for blowjobs. Sometimes he eats Githany’s cunt while he sucks one of us off.
Madness likes to string us up and take turns, moving between the three, tongues lapping over her clit and under each other’s shafts.
He’s the biggest fucking tease of us all.
That’s partly why I can never get enough.
He won’t tease us right now. The seriousness of Githany’s transgression is not a joke. She needs to be desperate to join in.
Gator and I move close enough to touch. His talons glide down my back. I shudder, cock jerking higher. First, Madness slides both of his tongues over my knot. Every swipe pumps more blood to the area. He licks, enveloping the swell until my knot is fully engorged.
Gator’s thick red cock is next. The tips of Madness’s tongues spin around the webbing, pressing against the thin membrane and stroking the head in front of it. Gator’s already-hard shaft grows several more inches. When Madness is satisfied, he positions himself in front of both of us.
“It’s too bad you broke the rules, Githany.” He glances behind him. “We could be tongue-fucking you right now.”
Githany whimpers, yanking on her chains again. “This is cruel.”
“So is stealing a meal,” I growl.
“Shhh,” Madness coos. “We make it all better.”
He takes me in one long swallow, until my knot vanishes behind his lips. His throat is pillowy soft and somehow as tight as a vise. I lock eyes with Githany, letting her watch as pure pleasure consumes my expression.
“It could have been you,” I grunt as Madness grazes my tip with his teeth.
Githany’s dark eyes burn. Her lips are parted wide as she watches. Up and down, Madness bobs his head, throating me with such finesse that I forget all about my hunger. He’s skilled with every body part, but his mouths are my favorite.
Madness continues to milk pleasure from us.
At the sound of a reptilian moan, my gaze switches from Githany to Gator.
He’s lost to the sensations. Muscles flexing, scales rippling.
Damn he looks good when he’s getting off.
His spines tremble as Madness laves at his head.
I want to touch his rough skin. I need to be closer.
Reaching over Madness, I grip Gator by the back of his scaly 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 do anything to 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 saying we are 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 to suffer. 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.
“Let her join us and I’ll take you myself. Fuck you while you choke our little toy.”
Hunt’s entire body shivers at the prospect.
“Fine.” The word gasps out.
“Stop, Githany.” One sharp tug of Hunt pulls him out of reach of her slurping lips.
Githany complains, “But I just—”
She’s a little too mouthy for someone in her position. “Shut the fuck up, Githany. You’re still on our shit list. We’re doing things my way. One more word and I’ll let Hunt stab a hole in your stomach and fuck into that stolen soul instead.”
Madness’s giggling crescendos. “I hear souls are slippery and tight. Always grabbing onto things to try and drag themselves out, cocks and hands and bones. No body left, only slippery, squeezing soul.”
Hunt grins so wide that all of his eyes disappear into slits. “He makes it sound almost too appealing. I might have to try and find out.”
One of Hunt’s long, grey nails claws across Githany’s stomach, leaving a trail of deep blue blood behind.
“You wouldn’t—” A glare from me has Githany’s mouth slamming shut.
“Not another word. You’re moaning or you’re mute. Nod if you understand.”
She nods. Everyone is silent as they await my orders. Fuck, I love being in charge.
“Madness, two cocks. Take her and don’t hold back. And keep her upside down. She’ll stay like this so that we can use every part of her.”
A second cock develops just beneath Madness’s first. Two more arms form too. He’s always been a little overzealous. Darkness grants him the ability to alter his shape in ways that have me sweating for him on a daily basis.
Maybe I’ll have him grow three cocks side by side. Leash us like beasts and take us in tandem.
Madness’s brows quirk. “We’re not sure about that look. Shall we peek inside your mind?”
“Later. Trust me, you’ll like what you see.” Focus on the task at hand. “Up.”
Madness climbs atop the wheel, his smoky form both weightless and weighted. The spiral pattern twists slightly as he mounts her.
“Fill her,” I order.
Two arms grip the edges of the spinning wheel, anchoring him.
The other two seize Githany’s hips. “We love it when you’re in trouble.
” His laughter pitches as he shoves both cocks inside.
Githany shrieks. Madness is fucking huge.
I can see the outline of him bulging all the way to Githany’s belly button.
She’s full enough to burst open, and that’s with just one of his cocks.
I assume the second is giving her ass the same treatment.
Now that she’s fully a soul-eater, we don’t have to be nearly as careful.
Madness experiments with the first few thrusts. Githany’s body goes limp, a lazy smile crossing her features. Too much pleasure, not enough pain. This should still feel like a punishment. It’s hard as hell to scare our little ghost girl these days. Pain will have to take the place of fear.
“Harder. I want her torn near in half with that soul pouring out of her ruined holes by the time you’re spilling inside.”
The wood splinters as Madness digs his nails into the wheel. The pace he adapts is truly savage. Githany is screaming. She looks terrified. Funny, she’ll scream and cry but in the end she’ll always finish and be begging for another round.
Our girl is fucked up in a way that only a monster, or three, could love.
“Gator,” Hunt whimpers. He still hasn’t gotten to come.
“I know, baby. I’ll take care of you. Grab onto the wheel.” I’m dominant and have a thing for degradation, but I have a soft spot that gets wrenched to the surface when I’m pleasuring Hunt.
Githany’s screams are abruptly muffled when I shove Hunt’s shaft back down her throat. She is a vision, upside down, with Madness fucking her from above and Hunt choking her down below.
Hunt’s whimper of gratification leads to a softening of his entire body.
Dropping to my knees lines me up perfectly with the back of his waist. “That’s right. Relax so you can take me.”
I enter Hunt from behind, hijacking the pace of the head he’s receiving. His body sucks me in, the tight comfort of him like a fucking glove I’ll never tire of wearing.
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 and respect to last us through the endless centuries of our existence. Not to mention libidos that never ceased.