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

She swallowed, her throat closing around the tip of his shaft, waves of heat washing over her when Oliver moaned. Those pulses hit her in the gut, stoking the fire she had already built, pushing her to the limit.

“You are something else,” he told her. She felt him tense up, so she pulled herself off his dick, his magnificent member shining with drool. A long line of spittle trailed from the tip of it to her mouth, and as much as she wanted to continue, she had a game to win.

“I didn’t say you could stop,” he said.

“No, you told me to blow you. Not to completion, I may add. And the last thing I want is to find out that eating your cum counts as food in this place.”

Oliver laughed. “You are a tricky one! For the record, my sexual fluids are safe to eat.” He winked at her. “In this place is a reflecting pool. The person who left spoke the words of magic at the pool and then fell into it. By this process, they were able to leave this place.”

“What are the magic words that I need to speak at the reflecting pool?” Beth asked, licking her lips. Oliver was breathing heavily through his nose, his yellow eyes practically sparkling. He may have been a powerful demon, but in this moment, he was just another horny man.

“Fuck me.” Oliver undid his belt, his pants falling to the floor. His legs were covered in the same fur, and his knees bent in the wrong direction. As he stepped out of his pants, Beth’s eyes widened at the cloven hooves on the ends of his legs.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Beth spread her legs, running her fingers across her swollen clit. She could feel the heat of her cunt, practically steaming now from the fire within. Sucking Oliver’s dick had been amazing, and the thought of fitting it inside her now consumed her. “How do you want me?”

“Like this.” Oliver pushed her backward, her legs pointing at the sky. Grabbing onto her thighs, he used one hand to place the head of his cock against her pussy, rubbing her labia with slow, lazy circles.

“Oh, God, please,” Beth moaned.

“Shh.” Oliver leaned forward to place a finger against her lips. “That word is off-limits here.” He ran his fingers down her throat, squeezing one of her breasts through the fabric of her gown. “Aren’t you worried it isn’t going to fit? Aren’t you scared? A little terrified?”

“Don’t you fucking stop.” Beth hunched forward, grabbing Oliver by the hips. His hair was coarse between her fingers, and she grabbed a handful of it on both sides. “Now are you a man or a monster?”

“Once I start, don’t you dare think about quitting,” Oliver warned. The red hue of his face was darkening, and his eyes narrowed to a pair of angry slits.

“Shut up and fuck me!” She pulled him into her. His cock forced her pussy wide, then slid in beyond the initial ridge. She felt him swelling up inside of her, his hot breath on her stomach. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she moved him even farther, gasping as the next ridge stretched her wide. Grunting, she used her hands and her legs to force him deeper still, moaning in delight when she passed the third ridge.

Oliver grinned, his sharp teeth on display from ear to ear. “You really are a freak, aren’t you?”

Beth nodded, rolling her hips in lazy circles, savoring the sensation of his thick ridges on the inner walls of her vagina. His dick flexed, coiling up like a snake and pushing against her G-spot. He was hot inside of her, the heat almost unbearable, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the weird shape of his cock, the stiff hair between her fingers, and the large, glowing horns on his head.

Glowing? Beth stared in awe as Oliver’s visage sharpened. He grabbed onto her hips, holding her in place as he pulled himself out of her by one ridge. Beth arched her back, clutching her tits, squeezing them as hard as she could as Oliver pushed his way forward, ever deeper into her. The air filled with his growl, a terrifying sound that made her think of a symphony of predators, each one lending a voice to the chorus.

His fingers clutched her even harder, his dark nails growing into sharp talons. He pulled off his shirt, revealing a hairless chest. His skin shifted, something beneath the surface fighting its way to the top.

Oliver opened his mouth, his long tongue unrolling, his teeth lengthening into points. Sharp fingers clutched at her hips, and Oliver growled when he thrust into her again.

“Ow!” Beth felt a surge of pain, followed by an immediate surge of lust. The pain was momentary, but the feel of his body pushing against hers was her panacea, her reason for living, letting this being have its way with her.

Oliver pulled out again, this time yanking himself free to the second ridge.

“Ow, fuck!” Beth’s stomach clenched, her pussy spasmed, and when Oliver thrust himself back in, she screamed, grabbing at his forearms. Her first orgasm was a wave of fire, blasting itself across her body and down her legs. Bouncing off her feet, the fire met once more where she and Oliver were joined, and he thrust himself into her again, sending a second wave of pleasure through her.

He growled again, and Beth heard a ripping noise. Oliver’s skin had split in several places, and his torso was expanding. His glowing horns grew larger, curving toward one another, his demon form coming to the surface. They locked eyes, and Beth immediately realized that most of the humanity was gone from those cruel yellow eyes of his.

“Keep going,” she begged. “Keep going, keep going, for the love of…just, please.”

Oliver growled, his whole body shifting once more. He stood taller now, and he was lifting her off the couch, holding her hips in the air. Her back was