Radley's Home for Horny Monsters by Annabelle Hawthorne (best novels for teenagers .TXT) 📗

there with a broad smile. “I thought for sure that you would try to fuck Beth. Or even the pizza girl. I took their forms to ensnare you, I know you find them attractive. But I was so surprised when you turned me down. It really got me thinking.” She wandered out of view, disappearing behind the glass.

“Hey. Hey!” Mike ran out of the bathroom, nearly colliding with the bedroom door when it opened and knocked him off his feet. He slid across the floor and into the bed frame. The room had tilted wildly, everything now at an angle.

“I was hoping to do this the easy way.” Lily walked toward him, unbothered by the sudden, steep incline of the floor. “Sneak into your dreams, poke around a bit, and then fuck you senseless. I was pretty thrown by the geas-it took me over an hour to reconstruct Naia from your memories. It was almost like someone had padlocked all the information in your brain away, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t dig up any info on this house. Your obsession with the nymph though, that was special.”

“What are you doing?” Mike asked, hanging on to the bed. He couldn’t get his feet underneath him, since he constantly slipped on the tilted floor.

“This is the Dreamscape. You can think of it like astral projection. Right now, it’s your soul versus mine. Nobody in or out until we do this the hard way.” Lily smiled and licked her lips. “You see, I just need your cum to complete the transaction. I was hoping to get you off in your sleep, swallowing your seed and your life force with it. The fact that you broke free though, that makes you different.” Lily grabbed a handful of her bountiful breasts and jiggled them. “Do you like what you see?”

“No.” It was a lie, but Mike’s life was on the line. Lily was, in fact, very pretty. “You aren’t going to get away with this—the others will come eventually.”

“That’s the beauty of the Dreamscape. Time flows differently here, as fast or as slow as I want. You’ve been asleep just over an hour, but it felt like days, didn’t it?” Lily circled the bed, the room tilting away from her as she moved.

Mike swore to himself, fighting to keep his grip. “So what, you’re going to kill me? Looks like you have the upper hand here.”

“It’s not that simple.” Lily’s tail curled beneath her, and she sat on it, crossing her legs and balancing in place. “I could kill you here, but you wouldn’t die. You could wake up, or go somewhere else and I would find you. You see, you and I have a bit of a problem.”

“You are the problem.” Mike let go of and slid across the floor until he collided with the wall. He was trapped in the corner now, but at least he was standing.

“You see, I need you to be a good boy and come for me. I’m under contract to suck out your soul and return to my Master. I’m a succubus. I’ve done this dozens of times.” Lily pulled a nail file from thin air and twirled it in her hand. “However, I can’t kill you until you fuck me. That’s Demonology 101. If I take a mortal life outside the bounds of my contract, I end up as dust, a victim of the Divine. If you don’t fuck me, I have to trap you here for roughly six years, or until the venom I hit you with wears off.”

“What happens then?” Mike asked.

“Well, you will wake up, realize that about thirty minutes have passed in the real world, and I stab you again with my tail.” Lily was now using the nail file and examining her handiwork as she went. “We do this all night, and eventually you wake up. However, you and I are connected now. Next time you fall asleep, the cycle restarts. I can guarantee that you will go mad trying to discern reality from fiction-I have grown quite good at making sure you can’t tell.” Lily blew dust off of the file and tossed it away. It struck the floor with a PING and vanished. “This place isn’t a normal dream. I wasn’t able to trap you there. Creatures like me don’t have souls, in a traditional sense. I had to come here personally, to the Dreamscape, dragging your soul with me the whole way.”

“Why tell me all this?” Mike asked. “Why not just get it over with?”

“To answer the second question, consent. If you consent, then I am allowed to do whatever it takes to get you to come, and I get your soul in return when you do.”

“And the first?”

Lily shrugged. “You’re the first man in a very long time that didn’t jump at the chance to fuck me. I find that fascinating. You are definitely the first non-magical being to realize that you were inside a dream. I still haven’t figured out how you caught on.”

“We all have our secrets.” Mike pushed on the wall next to him. In his mind, he knew it shouldn’t budge, logic dictated that it was impossible. Yet the Dreamscape was already having an odd effect on him. Giving the wall a shove was somehow second nature, and the harder he pushed, the more the world tilted to match. Spinning the whole room from the inside, he was able to make it moderately level.

“Well done!” Lily clapped her hands. “I wondered how long it would take you.”

“Dream logic,” Mike said. “The normal rules don’t apply, and the less I think about it, the better.”

“You are right, they don’t.” Lily uncrossed and recrossed her legs. Between those dark, thigh-high boots was a void that called to him. “But the rules can change in an instant. I’m afraid that I’ve had way more practice than you.” She stood up, her tail straightening out, then whipping dramatically behind her.

“What’s with the tail?” Mike