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

Oliver’s eyes flashed. “You are persistent, aren’t you?”

“I’m determined to see your weird version of truth or dare through to the end.” Beth tugged down the front of her nightgown, revealing the skin between her breasts. “After all, I’m sure you’ll come up with something good. I’m hoping you ask me to do a sexy little dance or maybe even talk dirty. Definitely hoping that you don’t ask me to help you with your taxes. I imagine it’s been a long time since you’ve filed them.”

Oliver laughed. “I do hope you can keep that sense of humor when you are trapped here with me for an eternity. Well, not an eternity. You will die eventually; all things do. If you forfeit the game now, maybe we could arrange a little extension, spend a millennium getting to know each other.”

“Oh, please. I’m totally winning right now.” Beth grinned, doing her best to hide her fear. She imagined he was going easy on her for now, but what if she really did end up trapped here? He had healed her injury earlier; what manner of torture could he come up with? “C’mon, give me something good.”

“You seem pretty confident for a woman who is about to spend the rest of her life trapped in this place.”

“And you seem pretty confident for a demon that is about to lose.”

“You have a quaint saying that has gained popularity in recent years.” Oliver fumbled with his pants. He pulled his cock free and held it gently in his hand. It was dark red, the color of fire, with thin black lines across its flesh. “Suck my dick.”

Beth licked her lips with a sense of relief. This task would be easy enough. “I thought you’d never ask.” She knelt at his feet, running her fingers along his shaft. His cock was starting to harden in her hand, and she gave it a gentle squeeze, coaxing the blood to flow where she wanted it.

“Be careful down there,” Oliver warned. “This isn’t like any cock you’ve taken before.”

Oh, I doubt that, Beth thought. She slowly pumped his shaft, marveling at how hard he already was. His rigid foreskin peeled itself back, revealing soft flesh beneath. His cock was the color of ebony and just over an inch thick.

“So far, I’m not seeing anything too different,” Beth told him.

Oliver smirked, then ran his fingers through her hair. “I’m going to be gentle. But only at first.”

Beth opened her mouth and licked the bottom of his cock until she reached the top, then teased his thick frenulum. He tasted of salt and fire, bringing forth a torrent of childhood campfire memories that played behind her eyes like a movie in fast-forward. The base of his dick was covered in a thick fur that spread to the rest of his crotch. Opening her mouth as wide as possible, she sucked him in, taking him to the back of her mouth and moving her tongue along the bottom and sides of his dick.

“Mmm,” she moaned, looking up at him. He was still smirking, caressing the sides of her face gently with his fingers. Moving her mouth back, she realized that he had somehow gotten wider, the edge of his dick bumping against the back of her teeth.

“Mmph?” she asked, trying to free herself. He swelled even more inside her mouth, and she yanked him free with a loud pop. The ridge on the head of his cock had expanded and now looked like the bony frill of a triceratops. His thickening cock glowed with a sinister energy, and she watched in awe as a couple more ridges formed behind the first.

“Some demons don’t like to pull out,” he warned her, then shoved himself back in her mouth. Part of her wanted to fight, afraid that she would get stuck on it. She struggled to breathe, the head of his cock against the back of her throat, the next ridge pushing hard against her teeth, forcing her mouth to open even wider. Every logical fiber in her body screamed warnings at her, told her she had taken it too far and that the game was about to become dangerous.

The lustful part of her, however, noticed that his cock was tapered and much thicker at the base, that it filled her mouth so nicely, and she couldn’t wait to feel such a thing deep inside of her core. Drooling in anticipation, her fingers trembling, she grabbed Oliver’s cock, stroking it furiously with her own spit. The smirk faded from his face, replaced by astonishment. Beth was determined to take us much of him in her mouth as possible, to impress him and keep the game going.

“Ho hik,” she muttered, spitting all over herself and his shaft. The second ridge pushed past her teeth and the first ridge past her tonsils. She felt him touching the back of her throat, tickling her gag reflex, but it no longer mattered. She had found her happy place, her sweet spot, the moment where she had full control over her body. How many times had she spit roasted herself with her bizarre dildos, trained herself to take an odd cock deep in her throat, come violently enough that she left bite marks in one of her toys? This was the real deal, and she was determined to experience it to the fullest.

“That’s my girl,” Oliver said, watching in amusement while Beth forced her head forward. Beth adjusted, allowing his dick to move just a bit farther down her throat, her fingers tracing circles on the third ridge of his boner. She pushed his pants even farther down, seeking out his scrotum only to discover a large, fleshy pouch with a pair of giant testicles inside.

Beth pumped the demon with her hand, gargling on his shaft. Oliver sighed with pleasure, petting the back of her head, his long fingers stroking her neck. Her jaw hurt, forced ever wider, but she didn’t care.