Radley's Labyrinth for Horny Monsters by Annabelle Hawthorne (parable of the sower read online txt) 📗

The chair started rocking on its own. The mimic was using its legs to press Dana’s hips up, giving Alex a better angle. Dana bit her lower lip, grunting with pleasure. Alex kissed her breasts, then bit playfully under her nipples while caressing her face with a free hand.

“I wish I could touch you,” Dana said.

“Maybe when you’re less bitey.” Alex winked. “I have all sort of tricks I could show you.”

“I would like—AH!” Alex had pushed a third finger in and was now pulling up on Dana’s G-spot, causing the chair to rock. They kissed back and forth, Alex’s fingers working magic inside of her for several minutes. The universe slowly shriveled down until it was just barely the size of the room. All that mattered was that she was with Alex.

Dana’s moan turned into a loud cry as her orgasm pushed against the dam. Alex’s eyes flashed, and her fingers expanded inside of Dana, filling her up and stroking her G-spot. Dana’s cry became a high-pitched wail as the sexual tension in her legs snapped like giant rubber bands into her core. Alex pressed against her, nibbling at her lips, her neck, her ears. Dana’s orgasm rolled through her body, followed by a flood of tears. Dana pressed her face into the crook of Alex’s neck, taking in her scent one last time.

She cried this way for a while. At some point, Lily turned back into herself, still holding Dana against her chest.

Kali stood next to the town car, her eyes on the top of the Radley house. She could smell familiar blood on the air, and it didn’t bode well for Daryl.

Screeching tires behind her made her turn around. Sebastien stepped out of the large white van he had borrowed, his face twisted in anger. The side doors opened, and six other versions of himself stepped out, each one limping on a cane.

“I have not seen this trick before,” she told him, inspecting Team Sebastien. As one, all their faces shifted into sneers.

“I didn’t have time to put anything else together,” the Sebastien who had been driving explained. “And you certainly weren’t any help. All you had to do was push the sand back together and I could have been here hours ago!”

“They used a hose on me.”

“Well, that explains why I couldn’t reform.”

Kali didn’t bother correcting him.

“Is it true? He is coming?”

“It is. And if we can crack this egg apart before he gets here, he will have his succubus back and we will have his appreciation.” Kali looked at the sky. “I have a plan, but I need your help.”

“What about Daryl?”

“He is dead.” Kali walked to the opening in the stone wall. “These people found a way to kill him.”

“Shit.” Team Sebastien followed her, their movements identical. They reminded her of toy soldiers marching into battle. “What do you need from me?”

“I think I found a way to crack the spell on the house, but I will need you to hold their attention. The spell is very unstable in its final stages, and I do not want a repeat of last time.” She held out her hand, and the large snake slithered out from its hiding spot behind the wall. It had carried her to safety earlier. “I do not think there are many of them, but I believe that you have that covered?”

“I am my own army.” They formed a line behind her. “Just tell us what we need to do.”

“We have little time.” Kali opened the snake’s mouth and stuck her arm in nearly to her elbow. Feeling around, she grabbed onto the canvas strap inside and gave a pull. The snake’s throat widened as she pulled her duffel bag from its dimensional pocket and then up and out of the snake’s throat. Stroking the reptile lovingly, she then set the bag down and unzipped it.

“I smell a storm coming,” she told Sebastien. After stripping off her clothes, she opened the duffel bag. “And when it comes, only the strongest will survive.”

IN THE EYE OF THE STORM 

Mike stood at the edge of the reflecting pool with the others, all of them waiting for Beth to bid a proper farewell to Asterion. The two seemed unusually friendly, but Mike figured it was because Beth was so nice to the beast. Once Beth rejoined them, Mike looked at everyone.

“Ready?” he asked.

When they all nodded, Tink counted down from three and everybody jumped in at the same time.

That was when Mike remembered that the magical shortcut would take them all to the downstairs closet. Not until the water soaked through his shoes did it occur to him that they weren’t all going to fit inside of it.

The closet door blew off its hinges, the tide of water scattering everyone across the floor. Mike was able to grab the doorframe, sliding sideways out into the front room. He stuck out his arm and was able to grab Beth, pulling her out of the way. Abella, Tink, and Sofia crashed into the wall opposite the closet, knocking loose chunks of plaster. Tink was crushed between the others, and the stream of profanity was quite colorful.

“Bad words!” shouted Carmina.

“So many bad words!” said Cerulea.

“You’re grounded!” added Olivia. The fairies were flying circles above the others, shaking off water. Mike let go of Beth, who stood and wrung out her shirt.

“That’s an interesting way to travel,” she said, taking off her shoes to shake them.

“Yeah, well. The house is old and all.” Mike carefully stood, approaching the monster pile by the wall. He helped Sofia stand up first, then lifted Abella’s tail so that Tink could crawl free. The wood beneath the gargoyle was badly scratched by her talons.

“Sorry,” Abella said.

Mike gave her a playful swat on the butt. “Don’t worry about it. Hey, we’re home!” He walked into the living room, looking out the window. “Hey, the witch is gone!”

“She has been