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

wait for her to have a vision. He had to commit to an action for her to see it. He started cutting the next tendril over. It parted, and her body shifted to the left. He repeated the process, slicing through a few more vines. The process was slow—every time he cut one vine, it seemed to reveal a couple more beneath it. They were so tangled together that it was hard to tell which ones were which.

“Yes, that one,” Sofia told him, and he was about to cut the vine when he realized it was the dead piece of a vine he had already cut.

“What the fuck?” he muttered, then pulled on the vine and unwrapped Sofia. Holding the spare vegetation, he saw that her weight was now heavily concentrated on her crotch and his effort at cutting the last vine had simply rocked her back and forth. “What are you trying to get at?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Cerulea asked, then hopped off his shoulder to stand on top of Sofia’s buttocks.

“Shut up, little bug,” Sofia hissed.

“She’s trying to get off.” The fairy made a show of sniffing the air. “Her arousal. It’s like a perfume to fairies.”

“She’s trying to get off? What the hell?” He pushed Sofia so that she swung around to face him once more. “We don’t have time for this shit.”

“Oh!” Cerulea cried out, sniffing the air again. “Oh, I get it!”

“Shut up!” Sofia wriggled, trying to dislodge the fairy, but the fairy held on to the fabric of her pants. “Shut the fuck up!”

“What’s going on?” Mike stepped back, refusing to cut another thread. “Tell me.”

Sofia looked away, and Cerulea laughed.

“She is so turned on right now.”

“By the vines? Because she’s tied up?”

“That’s only half of it!” The blue fairy hopped onto Sofia’s head. “She likes it when you’re rough with her.”

“Seriously?” He squatted so that he was eye level with the cyclops. “I thought you hated me.”

“I do!” Sofia spat, scowling at him. “Ever since I saw you fucking that dirty little goblin.”

“Bitch!” Mike shouted, his face now hot. He didn’t care if Sofia hated him, but he refused to let anyone talk that way about Tink. He was about to launch a verbal assault when Sofia’s cheeks flushed, and she let out a small moan.

“Told ya!” Cerulea hovered above Sofia when she shook her head. “She’s trying to get a rise out of you!”

“That doesn’t make a whole lot of sense.” Seeing an opportunity, Mike grabbed Sofia’s chin again. This time, he pinched her chin when he swung her toward him, watching her reaction closely. “Tell me the truth, Sofia.”

Sofia looked past him, defiance on her face.

“Now!” He shook her.

Sofia gasped, her eyelid fluttering. “The vines,” she whispered. “I feel so powerless when they’re on me.”

“And?” Mike shook her again.

“I was trying to get myself off.” Sofia slumped. “I didn’t want you to know.”

“Why though? Why waste my time like this?”

Sofia fixed him with a hard stare. “Because I liked it. When you got mad at me. It made me feel even more powerless. A cyclops can see the means of their death from the day they are born, but I’m different. I can see the future constantly, and I can change it. My whole life, I’ve been changing my fate, thirty seconds at a time. When I see the future, I actually live it, it actually happens for me. I have died so many times, just running through this cave. I have experienced pain nobody should live through, and each time I change my future, it’s like remembering a faded dream.”

“I’m not following.”

“When I came in here, I leaned against a column, and the vines grabbed me. I tried to fight back and got caught. They weren’t trying to hurt me. As a result, I didn’t see it coming. The longer I sat here, the longer I felt what it meant to be powerless, to be like everybody else. And when you came in, a mere human, and you suddenly had all this power over me, I became so turned on.” She shivered. “The thought of someone like you being able to do whatever you want with someone like me.”

Mike finally got it. “You think humans are beneath you, don’t you?”

She nodded.

“And the thought of someone like me,” he began, stroking her cheek with his finger, “doing whatever I want with you…” He moved his finger down her collar, skirting a vine and settling on the thick flesh of her breast.

“Don’t touch me!” she shouted. He removed his finger, and her mouth opened wide. “No, please, don’t stop!”

“Which is it?” He crossed his arms. “Do you want me to touch you or not?”

“I…” Sofia’s lips trembled. He could see a thousand decisions cross her face all at once, and her eye flickered with its own inner light. “I…I want you to do it, but I want to tell you to stop. But I don’t want you to stop.”

Wow. Staring at the pretty cyclops hanging before him, he couldn’t help but shake his head. He knelt until he was eye level again, then grabbed her chin to hold her steady. There was anger and anticipation, her cheeks flushed with the rush of emotions running through her body.

He contemplated Sofia and wondered if this was even something he should be messing around with. The others were trapped somewhere in the Labyrinth, and they needed him. Then again, now that he had found Sofia, maybe it was best to wait for Carmina to report in after finding the others.

Still, he could just cut her free and be done with it. But when he looked into her face and saw how much desire was written across it, it occurred to him that this was an opportunity to connect with her on a deeper level, to inspire some form of loyalty in her.

After all, if she truly wanted to get off, she was going to have to learn how to trust him.

“You want me to be rough,