Radley's Home for Horny Monsters by Annabelle Hawthorne (chromebook ebook reader TXT) 📕

“Tink lose. Tink give up goblin home.” She exhaled, the dirt on the floor billowing away from her. “Tink leave, and no come back.”

“Wait, what?” Tink had relaxed beneath Mike, so he took his knee off her arm. “No, Tink, you don’t have to leave, I just want my tools so I can fix the fountain.”

“Goblin Law. We fight over home. Loser leave, never come back.” She tried to rise, but Mike wasn’t having it. He knew that Naia would be disappointed in him if he managed to lose one of the inhabitants of the house so quickly.

And honestly, was he even as entitled to the home as they were? They had been here longer, he was just the current human legally entitled to the place. Watching the goblin weep, he couldn’t help but feel extremely bad. Tink obviously came from a culture he wasn’t going to understand overnight, but this was a problem he needed to take care of right this second.

“I don’t want Tink to leave,” Mike explained. The instant the words left his mouth, the goblin turned her head toward him. There was a glimmer of hope in her eyes that he was afraid to shatter, so he waited for her next move.

“Goblin Law say fight over home, someone leave.”

Mike fought hard to avoid rolling his eyes. Clearly her head was hard literally and metaphorically. “Well, goblin law doesn’t apply here. This is my house, so we follow my laws.”

Tink shook her head. “Always follow Goblin Law.”

“Well, then is there a law that lets us fight and you get to stay?” He felt Tink relax even more. Her snuffling stopped, and she became silent beneath him.

“Fight for goblin wife,” she whispered.

“Oh.” Mike was officially between a rock and a hard place with the little green monster he had found beneath the garage. If he took her as a goblin wife, what did that entail? Then again, where would she go if she left? Naia had warned her that the world was a bad place for monsters, and it occurred to him that, as far as he knew, nobody even remotely believed goblins existed. What if Tink was the last of her kind? What about his relationship with Naia? “Shit.”

“No have to take goblin wife,” Tink whispered. “Tink can just go.”

“Well, hold on.” The gears in his mind were turning. “If I take you as a goblin wife, what about other people? Do we have to live down here?”

“Goblin husband take many wives. Goblin wife no mind.”

“Okay. Well, Tink, this was a fight for a goblin wife. Now you don’t have to leave.” Mike wanted to clap himself on the back, but was afraid of scaring Tink.

“Fight for goblin wife not over,” she told him. Seeing the puzzled look on his face, she grabbed one of his hands and dragged it down to her breast. “Different kind of fight.”

“Oh.” Mike wasn’t sure what to say, but he was immediately struck at how firm the breast beneath his hand was. It was slightly bigger than his hand, and when he rubbed his thumb across the top, he felt a pair of nipples, stacked vertically. He gave it a squeeze, releasing his hold on the goblin. She immediately grabbed him by the hair on the back of his head, pulling him close.

“Tink want you to fight harder,” she hissed. Clawed hands dragged down his back, just hard enough to remind Mike that they were there. They found the waistband of his shorts and shoved them down.

Mike grabbed her breasts tightly now, and Tink’s clawed hands found Mike’s cock. “Fight even harder. Make goblin wife.”

Mike wrapped his hand in her hair, looping it across his knuckles so that he could yank it backward. He pulled her face in, suddenly entranced by the exotic curl of her lips, something he only saw now that her fangs weren’t bared at him. Tink was working his shaft with both tiny hands, dragging her claws expertly across his dick. He shivered, the sensation hitting him directly in the gut.

“Almost ready,” Tink muttered, then licked the palms of her hand with an unusually long tongue. Mike bit down on her breast, rolling her double nipples around with his tongue. He was amazed at how large each nipple was in his mouth.

Tink arched her back. “Bite harder, sweaty man.”

Mike chomped down, expecting a cry of protest, but he got a moan of pleasure. Her skin was dirty, but tasted mainly of the earth, and didn’t yield in the slightest. Letting up, he curled three fingers and caught her double nipples between his knuckles, pinching them and pulling up. Snarling, Tink grabbed the head of his hard cock, now slippery, and placed it at the edge of her pussy.

“Make me goblin wife,” she growled, and Mike obliged. He shoved his way into her, her tight pussy squeezing him the whole way in.

“Holy shit!” Mike yelled, feeling hard ridges inside of Tink rub against his glans. Tink wrapped her tiny legs around Mike and forced herself up to meet him, but she was so tight, he wasn’t getting in any further than just the first couple inches.

“Fight from bottom,” Tink begged, and Mike rolled on his back. She mounted him, forcing herself down, and Mike felt like his dick was being squeezed by a set of angry hands. She struggled, only part of his dick penetrating her tight folds. Mike grabbed her shoulders first, trying to push her down. The tender side of him demanded that he show some sort of gentle gesture, so he ran one hand lovingly across her brow and then back through her hair.

What was this? Mike swept Tink’s hair aside to reveal a horn, nearly three inches long, hidden in the wild tangles of her hair. Surprised, he searched the other side of her head, finding another, slightly shorter horn. Suddenly inspired, he clamped his hands down on both horns, forcing Tink