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

permanently arched, and he was thrusting himself deep inside of her, grunting loudly while he pounded her.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…” Beth’s eyes rolled up in her head, and her vision darkened. Putting her hands behind her, she grabbed a few cushions to raise her upper body so that she wasn’t hanging upside down. Oliver’s fingers now scratched at her skin, leaving behind long, shallow furrows on her thighs. He was breathing heavily, and she watched in awe as a pair of large black wings unfurled behind him like giant sails. His face was now dark, soaking up the light of the little garden, his eyes blazing with inner fire. His skin was hot to the touch, and Beth could do little else but hold on, clutching at any part of him that was cool enough: his fur, his skin, his hands.

Inspiration came. Using her arms as leverage, Beth threw herself forward and grabbed Oliver’s horns. They were long and thick enough now that she was able to lift her upper body, causing her to sink down farther than ever onto the thick shaft of his expanding cock.

“You fucking monster,” she said, her cheeks burning with heat. His eyes widened in surprise as she thrust herself against him, both of them now pushing into each other, the ridges popping free and back in, his breath and his skin hot, his claws sharp.

Oliver grabbed onto her ass and thrust into her, moving deeper than ever. Burying himself in her cunt, he opened his fanged mouth wide and roared. When he came, the feeling of his sticky, hot cum caused her legs to spasm, her own orgasm building. She rode him hard, feeling a second load fill her, her already full pussy spraying the couch with demon sperm. It was hot and red like fire, staining her legs and the cushion beneath her. The warmth flooded throughout her pelvis, her whole body suddenly ablaze with pleasure.

“Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!” She forced herself onto him, tipping him over. His wings expanded, and they crashed against the couch, nearly knocking it over. Beth’s orgasm caused her stomach to tense up, and she slid her hands from Oliver’s horns to his neck. The muscles beneath her hands felt like iron, but she squeezed them anyway, as if attempting to choke the life from him. She doubted that she could hurt him, and the look of pleasant surprise on the demon’s face only fueled the lust inside her core. She let out a loud roar of her own, spraying his face in her spit, her whole body a giant spring that was now uncoiling. Her roars of lust escalated into a scream of pleasure as the heat of his cum traveled the length of her body. Letting go of Oliver’s neck, she fell over backward, gasping for air.

Oliver sat up, leaning over her, his teeth bared like an angry dog. Panting, he pulled his cock free of her, sliding slowly out of her sloppy, wet hole. He let out a low growl, his eyes flashing with delight and menace.

“Ixiar tobish anuit,” he told her. “Those are the words you must speak at the reflecting pool before falling in.”

“Then I will speak those words,” Beth whispered, her throat sore from screaming. She stuck her fingers inside of herself and pushed out his cum, rubbing it across her pussy in lazy circles. Oliver sat back on his haunches, his wings folding into his body. His fierce musculature faded away as he shrank, the monster disappearing back into the half man.

“Allow me to help you,” Oliver said, holding out a hand. Beth took it, pulling herself up into a seated position. More cum spilled free of her, soaking the cushions beneath her. Staring at the mess they had made, Beth looked at Oliver, who was once more back in his clothes, a sly grin on his face.

“I don’t have to worry about demon babies, do I?” she asked.

Oliver laughed. “You are of far more use to me without the burden of children.”

“You assume I lost?”

“We shall see,” Oliver told her. Standing, he helped her to rise. “I will take you to the reflecting pool, and the result of our game will become clear to us both.”

“You tricked me somehow,” Beth said, pulling her panties back on. “That was way easier than I thought it would be.” Her labia were sore, and her crotch was hot with the demon’s seed, but her inner fire had finally been sated. Fucking a demon had been different from anything she had ever expected, and she would do it again in a heartbeat.

“If you say so. Follow me.” Oliver held her hand, leading her away from the gazebo. He walked slow, often pausing to admire some piece of topiary or a statue. She realized it was probably part of the game, the part where he revealed his master plan, that he had trapped her in this place forever. Several emotions went through her mind: wonder, worry, and even regret. Perhaps she had bitten off more than she could chew. Maybe her ploy had failed.

Then again, maybe she had done everything right.

He led her through the hedges, and they turned the corner on a large reflecting pool. Surrounding it were several statues of fish, crab, and other assorted sea creatures. The pool was about ten feet long and four feet wide, and the sky was perfectly reflected in it.

“Here you are,” Oliver told her. He had no reflection in the pond—it was as if she stood all by herself.

“Here is where we figure out who wins and who loses.” Beth smiled at Oliver. “I hope you have found my time here…amusing.”

“Indeed I have.” Oliver raised her hand to his lips, kissing it gently.

“Oliver?” A stray thought had occurred to her, and she just had to know.

“Yes?”

“If you were ever freed from this place, what would you do?”

Oliver smiled. “Great and terrible things. From humanity’s point of view,