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

way to do so. He had woken up in pain, so Naia had demanded he sit in the tub so she could check him out. “I would far prefer not to get Jenny involved at all.”

Mike shrugged. “I don’t know that we have a choice. Jenny is the only one who knows how to get into the Labyrinth, and they still haven’t come back. I said I would wait until morning, and now that it’s morning, it’s time for action.”

“She tried to kill you,” Naia reminded him.

“To be honest, I think that we got off on the wrong foot. She’s had a couple of days to cool off, and maybe she’ll give me a second chance as well.”

“I want to try something.” Naia’s exploratory touches shifted, her grip tightening. “If I do, I want you to do your best not to come. Do you think you can do that?”

“Easily.” Mike was too stressed out worrying about Tink, Abella, and Sofia so didn’t think it would be hard. “What do you want to do?”

“Leave all the work to me.” Naia grinned, licking her lips hungrily. Moving one hand to the base of Mike’s shaft, she opened her mouth wide, letting her tongue circle the head of his cock before gently sucking him into her mouth. Mike smiled at her, playfully twirling her blue-and-green locks in his fingers while her head bobbed up and down. Her gentle hands tugged at the delicate skin of his scrotum, rolling his balls back and forth.

“Ngah!” Naia pulled her mouth off him. “Your balls are bigger than they used to be.”

“Is that something I should have a doctor look at?” Mike asked.

“Oh God, no. You should avoid doctors, actually.” Naia licked his frenulum, her tongue teasing the bottom of his shaft. “Unless you are bleeding to death or something. Otherwise, medical testing is off the table.”

“Why? Will they find that my genes are different or something?”

Naia stared at him, smiling through her eyes while her tongue swirled around the end of his cock. Mike felt his stomach tense but easily dismissed it.

“No.” Naia worked his shaft now, pumping him with her hand and several tendrils of water. “They will find absolutely nothing wrong with you. That will start more questions than you care to answer.”

“Am I different though?” Mike stroked Naia’s head, guiding her back to his cock. “The soul exchange, my new danger sense. There’s no way I should be able to keep up with all of you sexually, but here we are.”

“Indeed.” Naia’s hands were glowing, a blue aura that spread across Mike’s lower body. The tension in his muscles had already melted away, and he no longer felt as fatigued. “That would be the nymph magic,” Naia said. “Able to please at a moment’s notice.”

“Then I am different.”

“You are the same person you have always been. You’ve just been given certain…gifts.” As her hands moved faster, Mike’s stomach tensed up, and an orgasm formed in his gut. He pushed it back, but the sensation persisted, building up like static. Naia’s eyes were suddenly uncertain, her gaze fixated on the head of his cock.

“What’s wrong?” Mike asked, but Naia sucked him into her mouth, using the back of her throat to fellate him. Mike groaned, and Naia bobbed her head up and down even faster. He tightened his stomach, breathing deeply to hold back. The light radiated down his legs, creeping up toward his head. The bathroom lights flickered, the floor by the tub creaking as the pressure in the room built.

“Naia!” Mike’s whole body tensed up, but he fought back. Tiny spheres of water hovered up around them, sparkling with inner lights of their own. Naia pulled her head off his penis, the room flooding with light as sparks flew between them, dancing across the surface of the water. Mike’s legs kicked out, splashing the bathroom with water. Naia looked up at the flickering lights as they crawled across the ceiling, migrating out to the rest of the house.

“What was that?” Mike asked.

“I don’t know.” Naia frowned. “That isn’t my magic.”

“Wait.” Mike sat up in the tub. “What do you mean it isn’t yours?”

“I think I summed it up.” Naia shrugged, her breasts rippling pleasantly in the water. “No idea. I was using a spell to assess your overall health, and that magic resonated with mine. It’s very wild, very old magic. It reminds me of my fountain when I was freshly created.” Naia’s eyes focused somewhere on the past. “I don’t know if it’s from the Mandragora or something else.”

“Is it dangerous?”

“Not at all.” Naia raised a finger. Several of the sparks fell from the ceiling, dancing circles around her hand. “It seems familiar somehow, and—” One of the sparks touched Naia’s finger, and her whole body went rigid. “Oh. Oh!”

“What is it?”

Naia grinned. “Mike, did something happen between you and Cecilia?”

“A few times, but you know about that.” Mike shivered, the water suddenly cold. “Am I okay?”

“Yeah, you’re okay.” Naia splashed him. The water was suddenly warm again. “Cecilia has left a mark of her own on you. When you get a chance, you should ask her about it.”

“I’ll add it to the list of things I’ll try not to forget.” Mike stood, water running off his back. He knew exactly what Naia was talking about. Cecilia had been sent to rescue him the night Sarah had tried to kill him. The weather in the greenhouse had turned ugly, and the two of them had sought refuge in a cave. One thing had led to another, and when they’d both come, her magic had done something strange. For a brief moment, Cecilia had ceased being a banshee and become human in his arms. “I guess I’d better start my morning. Any last-minute advice for me?”

Naia nodded. “Yeah. Don’t fuck up.”

“Thanks.” Mike tried to splash her back, but Naia had already disappeared beneath the water. He got out of the tub and stretched. His muscles no longer burned, and he nodded in