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

felt her insides liquefy, creating a sudden increase in pressure as her innards swirled. He kicked his legs so hard that one of his shoes went flying across the fountain. Every time Naia moved her head to the base of his cock, he felt that intense swirl of water when she slid her mouth back off him.

His hips were already bucking on their own. Naia pulled her mouth off him, then stood, her dress disappearing. She turned around and sat down on his cock, her labia parting around it. Her vagina was doing the same thing her mouth had, and she started playing with herself.

“Urgh, Naia!” Mike squeezed her plump ass cheeks, lifting his hips to further penetrate her. Water tendrils held him in place, and Naia began a slow grind, the suction causing his dick to inflate. His nerves were ablaze, and tiny sparks formed along his fingertips, sparks that made chills run through his spine.

“I’m surprised you’ve held back this long,” Naia said.

“It’s been a long day,” he grunted.

Naia’s blue-green hair bounced across her shoulders, the tattoos on her ribs glowed, and the water beneath him vibrated. The vibrations became more powerful, and he felt them in his cock. Naia’s whole body vibrated too, and she let out a moan that turned into a laugh, then back into a moan.

He didn’t notice at first, but she had slowly lifted herself away from him, just his glans still inside of her. The vibrations traveled all along his shaft, his dick held in place by the powerful suction of her pussy. He groaned.

Naia sank down on him. The bubbles in the fountain popped, and her insides were like molten glass, so hot and smooth. Her body pulled him in while the water beneath him stroked his balls. Naia let out a shriek of sweet agony that penetrated to the center of Mike’s being.

Mike came, spurting his hot seed into Naia’s pussy. Her insides shifted, sucking him farther into her and draining his balls. He groaned, and Naia’s back turned translucent. He watched his spunk get pulled up into a milky sphere at her center, tiny sparks of magic radiating off it. She kissed Mike on the lips, her thighs releasing him. He sighed, sinking down to the floor of the fountain. The water had vanished.

The door of the garage banged open, and Dana was standing there, her gray eyes wide and her nostrils flared. Her gaze settled on Naia, and she walked over to the fountain.

“Dana, you okay?” Mike asked, fumbling with his pants. Dana was ignoring him, her wild eyes on Naia.

“I could smell that from inside the garage,” she said, walking toward the fountain. She closed her eyes and inhaled through her nose. “It smells absolutely amazing.” When she reached the fountain, she stopped, picked up a shoe, and tossed it to Mike. “Guessing this is yours?”

“Um, yeah.” He watched Naia go over to Dana and straddle her hips. She pushed some loose strands away from Dana’s eyes, then moved her hands along her sides. Her hands moved up to Dana’s breasts, then slid past to tilt her head back. When their lips connected, Naia became translucent again, and Mike watched as his load migrated up Naia’s body and passed into Dana’s mouth.

“Whoa,” Mike whispered as Dana’s body changed. After she swallowed, her cheeks darkened, fresh blood flowing to the surface. Dull gray strands of hair immediately regained their shine, hovering somewhere between blonde and silver. Her eyes sparkled when they opened, and a strand of cum dangled from her lips when she broke her kiss with Naia. When she opened her eyes, they were an icy blue, the gray hidden behind the gemstone color.

“You look almost like you did before,” he told her. “I mean, you’re still a bit different, but you don’t look like you’re at death’s door anymore.”

“I feel great. I feel…warm.” She wiped a tear from her eye. “It’s almost like I’m alive again. So many emotions are going through me right now. I feel like I swallowed fire and lived to tell the tale.” She pressed both hands to her chest. “And for the first time since I died, I don’t feel hungry.”

“That’s good. I’m glad.” Mike moved away from them. “You do look a little off though.”

“It’s better than the alternative.” Dana shifted, her ass rubbing against the smooth stone. Despite her jeans, Mike saw that she was pressing her thighs together. “I don’t want to be ungrateful or anything, but can I have some time alone with Naia?”

“Oh, sorry, absolutely.” Mike stood, a small pang of jealousy in his chest. His relationship with everybody was open and honest, but the idea of Naia being with anybody but him did sting just a little. He knew it wasn’t even a rational emotion because Naia didn’t care who he had sex with, and he would adapt.

He looked back just once to see Dana’s lips on Naia’s breast. The nymph winked at him, and he smiled back, then looked away. He probably shouldn’t have watched as much as he did. He pushed open the back door, then took care to pull it shut behind him.

When he walked around the corner into the living room, he tripped over the small chair that had appeared there. He rubbed the sore spot on his shin. “And what are we going to do with you?”

The chair sprouted arms and shrugged.

“Oh! Wait!” Mike fumbled through his pockets and pulled out a key. “Does this go to you?”

He waited for a response, then remembered the mimic could only transform when nobody was looking. Some strange monster version of being pee shy. He blinked and found himself looking at a typewriter. The keys clacked on the paper tucked into the roll.

No

“Oh. Any idea what it goes to?” He waited for a response, and the mimic typed the same word again. “Okay. Well, thanks for your help earlier. You made a pretty good me.”

You’re welcome, Caretaker Mike. The typewriter dinged, and Mike