Radley's Labyrinth for Horny Monsters by Annabelle Hawthorne (highly recommended books .txt) 📕

sounds. Her mouth was warm against his flesh, but he suddenly realized it wasn’t her mouth he was feeling. She had wrapped her tongue around his cock like a gigantic ribbon, squeezing him like a set of hands trying to wring him dry.

He groaned and clutched the kimono.

“I’m thurprithed. Motht men don lath thith long.”

“Well, I’m not most men,” Mike replied. “I, uh, also had sex earlier.”

Ratu made a noise. When Mike didn’t respond, she repeated it. He realized she was asking, “When?”

“Before we got here” was all he said. He didn’t feel the need to tell her with who or how many times. As he fought back a grin, it occurred to him for not the first time how his world had shifted. From being terrified of sex to multiple times a day with multiple partners. It was simply the relationship he had with his housemates, and it filled him with joy.

He moaned, giving himself over to Ratu’s magnificent blow job. The pulsing sensation had shifted, and he couldn’t tell what she was doing. He lifted the fabric, but there wasn’t enough light to see by. He pulled the goggles down off his forehead and discovered that one of the many lenses allowed him to see that Ratu had unhinged her jaw and was sucking the entire length of his cock into her mouth, still wrapped up in her tongue. “Oh wow!”

Ratu winked at him and slid her mouth even farther. Her throat was bulging with the effort, but she didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. Below his waist, she had wrapped him up completely with her lower body.

She gargled something at him, her head bobbing up and down. Mike let go of the kimono and stared at the icy ceiling. His body temperature had climbed enough that he was no longer uncomfortable, and Ratu was examining every square inch of his cock with her tongue. He felt the pressure build in his cock but tensed up his abdominal muscles and let his mind wander a bit. He was in no hurry to finish.

Her tongue slid off him, and Ratu climbed along his torso, her head reappearing in the gap he had made in their blankets.

“Getting cold,” she told him, then wrapped her arms tightly around his chest. She felt chilled again, most likely a result of him watching her suck his cock with the kimono open.

“Get comfy,” he instructed, pushing up the goggles. Her coils were squeezing him, her scales sliding over his swollen glans. He shivered in delight at the sensation of snakeskin against his cock, and Ratu held him even tighter.

“Comfy can mean lots of things,” she told him, touching his face. She kissed him again, only slower this time.

His mouth started tingling, and he broke contact, touching his lips. “What?” He rubbed his bottom lip. It hadn’t gone numb, but it definitely felt weird.

“Don’t worry,” she told him. “Sometimes I leak a little venom when I’m excited.”

“Will it hurt me?”

“Not in the slightest.” She kissed him again, and the tingling sensation spread across his jaw. Her coils squeezed his legs, much like her tongue had done to his cock, massaging the blood through his limbs. He felt like he was making out with a girl in the world’s best massage chair. He kept one hand on the back of her head, the other lovingly stroking her side. He moved it inward, his fingers sliding along the curve of her breast and teasing her nipple.

Her undulating body warmed him up, and he, in turn, kept her warm. His hard cock throbbed against her skin, and he grabbed her by the hip and pulled her closer, pressing himself against her. The scales beneath his fingers melted away, and her reptilian legs parted around him.

Ratu broke the kiss, lifting her head and gasping when she pushed herself onto his cock. Her labia were semirigid, but on the inside she was soft like velvet. She wrapped her legs beneath his thighs, and he could feel them meld back together, wrapping around his lower legs once more, pinning him in place.

“You don’t mind, do you?” she said, settling into a steady rhythm. Every time her coils squeezed, she sank onto his cock and lifted him at the same time, pressing them together like a vise.

“If you can dish it out, I can take it.”

“Good.” She kissed him again, and he wrapped his arms around her. He could feel his pulse throughout his whole body, and every time she squeezed, his dick felt extra hard inside of her.

Mike moaned, rolling his head back and enjoying her doing all the work.

She licked his neck with her impossibly long tongue. It tickled at his lobes, then wrapped around his throat, giving him a reassuring squeeze. She was panting now, riding him slowly. His neck started tingling from the venom she was drooling.

The whole scene reminded him of the time he’d had sex with Cecilia in a cave in the greenhouse. A magic item had provided them with light, and they had taken their time. Literal sparks had crossed between them, Cecilia’s magic bouncing back and forth until he had come inside of her.

Now, here with Ratu, it felt much the same. It started as a cold sensation in his gut, not unlike his danger sense. It quickly migrated to his balls, mixing with the fire that had been stoked, his orgasm building inside of him. Flashes of blue formed at the edges of his vision, and he tilted his head to look between them. Tiny sparks were crossing the gap, shocks that made Ratu jump in pleasure.

She released his throat, sitting up to look down on him. Her stomach and chest had gone dark, replaced with snakeskin. Mike ran trembling fingers up and down her flesh, feeling the hard nubs of her nipples and squeezing her breasts. He was unable to move from the waist down—she had constricted him completely.

“I’m beginning to think that you can’t give as well as you take,”