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

lifted onto his own so that her feet were to his sides. Grabbing her tail, he used it to trace circles around one of her breasts, slowly working in toward the space between her nipples.

Tink sighed, grabbing Mike’s shaft with her free hand, using his precum as lubricant to stroke him. They were both breathing hard, working each other up. Mike pushed his fingers into hers, attempting to part her emerald folds and fill her up even more. Tink slid out one of her fingers, allowing him to work one of his own in. Her fingers didn’t reach as far as his, and he was able to rub her second clit while her fingers frantically rubbed the first one.

“Husband,” Tink moaned, staring into his eyes. He continued teasing her breast with her tail, and she leaned back to force more of his hand into her. In response, he leaned forward to suck the nipples of her other breast into his mouth, immediately biting into them. Goblin skin was tough, and she let out a small howl, her pussy spasming around his hand hard enough that the pressure pushed out her own fingers.

“Husband!” Tink cried, her soaking-wet hand joining the other, both hands stroking him while he pushed a second finger into her. He couldn’t see what he was doing anymore, releasing her tail and grabbing her by the hips, pulling her forward so that her labia rubbed directly onto his wet member. She slid along him this way for several minutes, the head of his cock just barely parting her lips, threatening to penetrate her before she moved away.

Mike grabbed the base of her tail, using it to steer the green body above him. Tink was becoming increasingly aggressive, growling every time she pushed against him, her eyes brimming with lust. He kissed her shoulders, her hips moving higher on his own.

“HUSBAND!” Tink lifted herself one last time, Mike’s swollen cock pointing straight up into her body, and sank down on him. Letting out a murderous growl, Tink shifted her body once more and shoved herself down onto him. The fit was impossibly tight, her body not built for even a regular human cock. Mike bottomed out long before she even reached the base, but Tink was determined. She let out a high-pitched scream that reminded him of Cecilia, then sank her teeth into his shoulder as she pushed down as hard as she could.

“Ow, fuck!” The bite itself stung but not enough to distract him from the pressure that was building inside. Tink’s arms wrapped around his back, not quite reaching, and she pounded her body against his. With each thrust, he could feel his own orgasm approaching. He slid his hand around Tink’s ass, finding the base of her tail. Grabbing onto it, he looped it underneath his own leg and pulled up on it to pin her bottom down against him, causing her violent thrusts to become more of a rocking sensation.

“Mmf!” Tink said through the flesh of his shoulder. Mike wondered if the sensitivity of her tail was limited to just the end so pinned it in place with his leg and grabbed it again by the base. Tink’s moans told him what he needed to hear, and he squeezed the base of her tail, rolling his wrist outward. Every time he pulled, he could feel her pussy squeeze him, so he timed his tugs for when he was already deep inside, grunting as her even tighter pussy sucked against him like a giant mouth.

“Oh shit,” he whispered. Tink released her bite, then tackled him backward with newfound strength. He collided with a nearby table, scattering books and maps in every direction. Pulling her tail free of his leg, she spun so that she was facing the other way. She was leaning toward him, arching her back as she rode him reverse goblin–style. She used one of her hands for balance and the other to stroke the part of Mike’s cock that wouldn’t fit inside of her. Mike’s hand ran along her tight stomach, feeling the large bulge of his cock through her skin. He pushed against it, enjoying the new, strange pressure.

“Tink close. So close,” she said, moving her hips frantically. Her tail twitched from side to side in Mike’s face, and he had no idea where the idea came from, but he went with it. Snatching her tail out of the air, he found a spot about a third of the way from the end, a bit thicker than his thumb.

He pushed it in his mouth and bit down. Hard.

The accompanying scream filled the firelit room. Tink’s whole body went completely rigid, the end of her tail spasming wildly from Mike’s mouth. Her hands clawed at her own breasts, then at the air, searching wildly for something to grab onto. Mike squeezed her hips, pulling himself up into her. Tink went silent, her whole body shaking, and then she collapsed forward, her arms on Mike’s legs.

“Tink?” Mike asked, sitting up. He gave her butt a playful slap.

“Tink done,” the goblin announced, her breath coming in short bursts. “Husband come in Tink soon.”

“I can do that.” He adjusted his legs, pushing her facedown onto the floor. Grabbing her by the hips, he fucked her from behind for several minutes, delighting at every moan, groan, and coo from the goblin. His knees protested, not built for humping on stone floors, but his need was far greater. Mike took a deep breath, the pressure in his balls suddenly too great to bear, and shoved himself as deep into Tink as he could possibly go.

The goblin let out one final yell, grabbing at his hands. Mike pumped himself into her, filling her with his cum. With every thrust, a large gob of it was pushed out, coating the floor in sperm. Sighing, Mike pulled free, sitting back to admire the view of Tink’s spunk-covered behind.

That was when he saw something else on the floor. Strange clumps of brown