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

“Well, this time, we don’t have a storm approaching.” Moving in, he slid a hand around her waist. “So maybe we should take our time.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

His lips found hers. He had to take care, for although her skin yielded to his touch, it was still far tougher than his own. She gently kissed him back, her tongue finding his, and he slid one of his hands beneath her wings to caress her breasts. They were like giant stress relief balls, the flesh moving but requiring serious hand strength to do so. Mike squeezed them roughly, causing Abella to moan into his mouth. She didn’t have nipples, so he allowed his fingers to roam, squeezing her breasts from beneath and then sliding across her stony flesh, moving down to squeeze her ass.

“Mmh!” Abella moaned.

Mike squeezed the part of her ass attached to her tail, pushing in and massaging the base of it. She leaned into him, the weight of her knocking him unsteady, and it took all his strength to remain upright.

“Abella…”

“Go with it.” She shoved him onto his back, then slid across him, her wings extending wide. While fumbling with his belt, she yanked hard enough on the buckle to break it, then tugged his pants down.

Mike’s cock, freed from its prison, bridged the gap between them. It rubbed along the base of her stomach, and she moved over him, her powerful thighs spreading out. Her mouth found his again, and she stroked him gently with one hand, teasing her own opening with his cock.

“Two can play at that,” Mike said, rubbing her clit. Instead of two labia, Abella actually had three, forming a triangular opening that parted with a little difficulty due to the stiffness of her flesh. However, she was much softer on the inside, which Mike was reminded of as she shoved herself down on him.

“Oh fuck!” Her wings extended, flapping hard enough that both of them lifted off the roof by about a foot. Her powerful legs halted their descent, Mike’s body held pinned between them. He could feel her restraint, her desire to ride him without limit, but they both knew if she did, she would crush him.

“That feels so good,” Mike told her, running his hands up her hips and down her thighs. She sighed softly into the breeze that had picked up along the roof, her voice carried away by the wind.

“You’re so soft,” Abella moaned, her hands on his chest, squeezing his pecs. “And you feel so smooth.”

“Maybe I should grow a beard?” Mike suggested with a grin.

Abella placed a finger at his lips, shushing him. Rocking back and forth, she played with herself, then leaned back to give Mike a phenomenal view of his cock sinking into her. She used her powerful legs to piston herself up and down, and she squeezed her eyes shut, holding her breath as her breasts rose and fell with each sudden shift of her body.

“Oh…oh…OH!” Abella opened her eyes, staring up at the sky, her hips twitching as her fingers worked frantically at the upper fold of her pussy. Her large ruby clitoris was fully exposed to the air now, glowing with its own inner light. Abella let out a large, final gasp and then sank all the way down on his cock, her body relaxing as she leaned forward, a smile on her face.

She kissed him, hard enough at first to bruise his upper lip. Softening her body further, she sighed into his mouth, then her tongue explored his. She suddenly broke off the kiss, her obsidian eyes shining lustfully. “I want to taste you.”

“Be my guest.” He stood and lowered his pants to his knees.

Abella crouched, her legs easily locking in place so that his cock was at face level. She opened her mouth, then licked him around the head of his dick, getting it nice and wet. Mike shivered, the cool air across the sensitive skin of his glans almost too much. The breeze on the roof came in small gusts that made him tense up.

Abella leaned forward, sucking him in. Her lips worked their way up and down his thick shaft, and he butted up against the back of her throat. Abella didn’t seem to mind, and Mike immediately wondered if gargoyles even had a gag reflex.

Abella pulled away. “Do you like that?”

“I do.” Mike smiled at her, stroking her jaw. “But I like it a bit rougher than that.”

“Oh.” Abella frowned. “I’m afraid I’ll hurt you if I go any faster.”

“I have an idea.” Mike placed his hands on the back of her head. “I want you to relax. Let me know if this is uncomfortable.”

“Okay.” Mike slid back into her mouth, easing in until he reached the back once more. Abella’s body was suddenly rigid, and she didn’t move an inch as he gently pumped himself into her face. Her tongue danced around the length of his shaft, and he moved harder, thrusting in slightly deeper with each push. The gargoyle seemed unfazed, but her cheeks had darkened, and one of her hands was slowly massaging the outer folds of her pussy, exposing her clitoris as she tugged gently on her lower lips.

“Oh, yeah, just like that.” Mike moved faster, amazed at the gargoyle’s resilience. She didn’t budge, and he held on to the back of her head, shoving farther and farther. The back of her throat narrowed, and his dick bent slightly to follow its path. She placed a hand on his hip to slow him down, then lowered her head so that her throat was parallel to his shaft.

“Try it now,” she muttered around the sides of his dick.

Mike pushed forward, sliding past her tonsils and straight down her throat. He cried out in surprise—her throat was warmer than the front of her mouth by several degrees, and the sudden temperature change made him tremble in delight. Abella hummed, sending vibrations through his entire dick and causing his balls to tighten up against his body.

“Oh