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

become hot in his hands when her own orgasm burst, a wreath of fire appearing over her head. The chains on the swing broke, and they fell. When they hit the ground, Mike thrust into Lily hard, and the electricity flowed back into him.

Mike moaned, magic rocketing through his entire being. He felt hot and cold at the same time, his balls tingling as the pressure drastically increased. His cock had grown so hard it was almost painful, and he let out a growl of his own. He grabbed Lily by the tail and pulled, her body swinging around so that he was looking at her ass. He sat up and pushed her forward, using her wings as a handhold to get on his knees. He pounded her from behind, the pressure becoming unbearable until he blasted her insides again. The electricity jumped all along Lily’s body, and Mike kept pulling on her wings, trying to force himself deeper inside of her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she cried.

Every time Mike slid his cock into her, she transformed. She became an older woman with large breasts, a younger woman with a tight ass, a redhead in a lifeguard suit. With every transformation, the shape of her vagina changed, the sudden shift in tightness and texture driving Mike wild as he kept thrusting. Lily screamed in several different voices, her swollen pussy clinging to him like Velcro. Her tail wrapped around Mike’s waist, holding him inside of her when she came again.

The electricity flowed back into Mike, and the fire chased it. He was instantly rock-hard.

Lily, herself once more, looked over her shoulder with a sadistic smile on her face. “More, I need more!” She pulled him tightly to her with her tail, and Mike let go of her wings. He grabbed her ass, then leaned forward to play with her breasts. He cried out with every thrust, ice-cold sparks dancing between them as he came a third time.

His cock squirted twice, two large loads deposited into her demonic womb. The electricity crawled across her ass, soaking into her skin, and the fire left him once more. Lily screamed again, then started shifting forms. This time, she became the girls of the house. She was Naia, then Tink, then a much lighter version of Abella. When she became Sofia, her eye glowed red and yellow, and when she turned into Cecilia, only part of her skin was completely white. The women of the house started to melt together, and Mike found himself fucking a bright-green version of Beth with Naia’s hair, then a stone Sofia.

“Come in me, come in me, come in me!” This time when she came, her skin burst into flames, the fire chasing away the electricity. It flowed back into Mike, and he hollered, his cock immediately firing one more hot load into her eager body. He fell forward, pushing her to the planks beneath them. The magic had dissipated, and he let out a contented sigh.

Neither of them moved. Mike pulled himself along the porch until he was face-to-face with the succubus, her eyes staring into the distance.

“That…was something. I…” Lily was at a loss for words. Her tail and wings disappeared, but her horns remained, the tiny halo of fire above them shrinking away. “I haven’t come like that in centuries. Definitely not in my real body.”

“Yeah.” He didn’t know what to say. In that moment, Lily’s sass and anger always just an inch below the surface seemed to be gone. For a split second, she seemed at peace, and he was afraid to break the spell. They quietly lay next to each other for several minutes, Lily’s eyes slowly returning to normal and the fiery halo over her head vanishing. The frost that had formed over the wooden planks melted into nothingness as the sun climbed higher into the sky.

“Listen.” Lily faced him, but her eyes looked away, focused on the sky behind him. “I’m not going to be around much, but I am going to stop in every now and then. Not because I have to or anything.”

“That would be good. That way we know you’re doing okay.” Mike gave a small grin. “Just try not to make too much trouble.”

She stuck out her tongue. It was still blue from the cake frosting. She stood and adjusted her clothing with a wave of her hand.

Mike, however, groaned as he stood, his body aching from his earlier fall. When he looked at the swing, he shook his head. Cecilia was going to be pissed if she saw it like this.

“Do you think you can help me with this?” he asked, but Lily had vanished. He fought the urge to roll his eyes, convinced she was watching him from somewhere.

Instead, he found Tink and brought her to the porch to inspect the swing. Together they fixed the split planking and readjusted the chain. When finished, Tink stood back to appraise their handiwork, and Mike sat on it to make certain it wouldn’t dump him on his ass next time he used it.

A small shadow formed in the front yard near the sundial, a dark circle that got progressively bigger. Mike stepped off the porch and looked to the sky. A figure with large wings was descending in a tight spiral, a figure clutched in her talons. Mike watched in amazement as Abella gently deposited Beth on the grass. She had on a backpack and carried a silver briefcase in one hand and a suitcase in the other.

“How was the party?” he asked.

“Dreadful,” Beth replied. “It was one last stop I didn’t want to make, but I don’t need suspicious coworkers trying to find me after I quit.”

“Were you able to get everything you needed from your house?”

“Yep! Just the irreplaceable things, and a couple of my favorite outfits.” She held up the silver briefcase and the luggage.

“And you didn’t run into any problems?”

“The society had somebody watching the lobby, but they never expected me to come in the window.