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

breasts with the other, dragging her nails over the soft fabric, pretending they were barely-restrained talons. She could feel his hot breath on her back, smell smoke and stone. She was trapped in the dragon’s cave, forced to fuck him to save her people.

She looked up, gazing into the desperate eyes of her innermost self, stars twinkling in her vision as the pressure built, her hungry body begging for more. Her stomach muscles clenched first, tightening down through her ass and then her legs. She wrapped her feet around the leg of her bed, gaining just enough leverage to shove herself onto the Delightful Dragon, cramming every inch she could into herself.

She massaged her labia with her fingers, feeling the tight rubber as it penetrated her. She let out a long, loud moan as it filled her up, the pressure building to a crescendo. She pushed against the floor with her other hand, desperate to fit as much of it in as she could.

The fingers on her pussy became pinched between her and the wood on her bed, the Delightful Dragon flexing dangerously inside, pushing out on her lower belly. Beth clamped a hand over her mouth, capturing a scream as she sprayed the floor with cum of her own, two milky bursts of fluid that coated the yoga mat. Gasping for air, Beth collapsed, her breasts pressed to the floor and her rear in the air, still impaled on the rubber dick..

She lay this way for several minutes, her pussy throbbing with both pleasure and pain. She leaned forward, grunting as she squeezed the cock with her vagina, delighting in the chills it sent down her spine. When she got to the end, the wide ridges of the head held the dildo in place.

She could have just pulled it out, but she wasn’t finished just yet. Using both hands, she ran her fingers over her pussy and her inner thighs, then teased her clit as a second orgasm built. She craned her neck, watching the desperate woman in the mirror once more, how her hips shook while the second orgasm built.

“Please, please, please,” she begged, her eyes watering as the large cock head was gripped by her tightening pelvic floor muscles. Warmth flooded her belly once more, and she opened her eyes wide to watch the slut in the mirror as she lost control.

When her orgasm hit, she let out a yelp, pushing back on the cock. Her womb filled with fire once more, the contractions stretching out in duration as her whole lower body lit up in pleasure. Mouth open, gasping for air, she waited until the moment her orgasm was about to end, then pulled herself off the Delightful Dragon, the head stretching her lips impossibly wide.

Like lightning, her third orgasm struck, and she collapsed on the floor, running her hands along her hips as she squirted again on the yoga mat. It was a trick she had discovered on accident over a year ago, one that didn’t always work. Tonight, however, the need had been great enough that Beth cried softly to herself in relief, running her hands up and down her thighs as the fire left her, and the room suddenly grew cold. She stared at the wall, letting her whole body relax, her mind going blank while tiny moans escaped her lips.

Through her window, distant cheers drifted in from the soccer game.

BETH ATE HER DINNER in silence, sitting at the counter of her kitchen with her Kindle, reading the latest thriller from Dan Brown. She now wore a t-shirt and fleece pajama pants, her hard nipples pushing against the fabric of her shirt. Her apartment was colder than usual, even though she had turned the heat up. Her kitchen sink was full of soapy water-she was soaking her stockings to try and get her cum off of them. On a couple of occasions, she had gotten too wild in her masturbatory escapades and ripped holes in them. There was also the time she had spilled her bottle of lube everywhere-that had taken over an hour to clean off her hardwood floors.

Sighing, she rubbed her lower belly, still a little sore from earlier. They had been her best orgasms in recent memory. Her strange infatuation with monster fantasies had begun as a teen, when she had seen Bram Stoker’s Dracula. The young girl Lucy had been lured to the garden, where a beast-like Dracula fucked her while sucking her blood. It had sparked something in Beth she could never speak of to her friends, or even future lovers. It was something so primal, yet forbidden.

What would people think if they could see her, desperately fucking dildos stuck to her own bed, her clothing in disarray and her hair a tangled mess?

Beth shivered. The thought both terrified and excited her.

After finishing her meal, she checked on her stockings, and squeezed the soap out of them. Satisfied that they had survived, she hung them up to dry in her bathroom, which was still warm from her post-masturbatory shower. She had been in there almost half an hour, the warm water soothing against her sore cunt. Fucking the Dragon always left her sore, but the payoff was worth it.

She set her alarm, then crawled into bed, intending to read for another hour. When she turned around to adjust her pillows, she caught it out of the corner of her eye, the gap in her bookshelves. The Hobbit lay at an angle, the space Jenny had occupied now empty.

“Oh, shit.” Beth checked the space between her mattress and the headboard. It wouldn’t be the first time she had knocked something loose by banging her bed against the wall. She pictured the doll, its porcelain features shattered. Pulling the mattress away from the headboard revealed the floor underneath, but no sign of the doll. She lay on her stomach and crawled partway beneath the bed.

Jenny sat patiently on the floor, hidden just behind the yoga mat Beth had