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

by a sudden tightening of her vagina as well as a spark of lightning that jumped from her to Mike or the cave itself. Gasping for air, she smiled at him as she rode him, then leaned back so that he could see her properly, watch the place where they were joined, see his huge dick sliding in and out of her glistening, wet pussy.

“Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!” Mike came, the fire inside his belly launching deep inside the banshee. He grabbed her around the waist, holding her in place so that he could push into her with all his might.

“Oh God, it’s so warm. It’s so warm!” Cecilia’s whole body crackled with energy, and Mike watched in amazement as her ivory skin suddenly glowed with color, radiating up and out from her waist. She was no longer light, and she sank down onto him as flesh and bone. The color spread to her face, and her featureless, white eyes were suddenly glittering emeralds, her white hair turning a crimson shade of red.

“Cecilia?” Mike asked, but she was lost to him, gasping and groaning as she used the lubrication of his load to ride him like the world was ending. She grabbed his shoulders for purchase, her hair rising unfurling into a storm cloud made of blood-red strands and lightning

The scream that came from her mouth was that of a human, not a monster. The magic that burst from her fed directly into Mike. His dick suddenly rock hard again, he pushed Cecilia backward and pulled out of her long enough to flip her on her stomach.

“Mike,” she shrieked as he penetrated her from behind. “Oh God, Mike!” She clawed at the stony floor and shoved her ass back into him so abruptly that his balls slapped against her clit. “MIKE!” She came, spasming on the floor.

“GAH!” The electricity swirled up through his body, streamers of current dancing off his head and shoulders. Sinking his fingers into her ass, he pounded her as quickly as he could. The rock walls bounced the energy back and forth between them.

Cecilia rolled Mike on his back to ride him one last time, sweat pouring down her face, her clothing in disarray. Then she lay down on his body, her breasts pushed against his chest, her hips twitching with her most recent orgasm. Whispering sweet-sounding words to him in a foreign tongue, she fell asleep on his chest.

Mike wrapped an arm around her, then pulled the blanket close. He stared in wonder at the beauty in his arms, watching in amazement as the color slowly left her, her blazing red hair going white again. She became cool to the touch, but he welcomed the sensation. Her body became lighter and lighter until she faded away in the glittering light, leaving Mike behind with a smile on his face and a new memory.

THEY LEFT AT DAWN AND walked non-stop to the door of the greenhouse. They stepped together through the portal, the jungle of the greenhouse fading away behind them as they stepped into the sun of the regular world. The backyard was littered with giant craters and stone piles, grass and soil torn apart.

“What happened here?” Mike asked.

“Complications,” Cecilia replied. “I’ll let the others tell you all about it.”

Shaking his head, Mike limped along the path behind the house. The Mandragora vines were completely gone now, having left grooves in the surrounding bushes where they used to be.

“Are these arrows?” Mike knelt to pick one up. The dense metal tip was cold in his fingers.

“Crossbow bolts.” Cecilia opened her mouth to say something else, but it was lost in the sudden crunch of Abella landing on the ground between them.

“Mike!” Abella wrapped him up in her arms and squeezed.

He felt every bone in his back pop and grunted as he struggled to push the gargoyle away. “Can’t...breathe!”

Abella’s marble features darkened, and she set him down. “I’m sorry,” she began, but Mike put a finger to her lips.

“I’m glad to see that you’re okay too,” he told her, and planted a light kiss on her lips. “Where’s Tink?”

“Goblin wife work hard to fix house!” Tink limped around the corner, her left foot bandaged heavily and stuck inside of a small bucket.

Mike nodded toward the bucket. “What on earth is that about?”

“Tink keep banging foot. Bucket make good idea, no more swear at furniture.” She clunked her way toward him and dropped a hammer, a handful of nails, and a handsaw before wrapping her arms around his waist.

As he patted her head, he felt the moisture of her tears soaking through the front of his shirt. “I’m glad you’re oka — ow!” Tink had bitten his forearm. “What the hell was that for?”

“Bite for scaring Tink! No fight nasty witch lady by yourself anymore.” Tink looked up at him. “Bite for you to remember.”

“Oh yeah?” Mike asked, kneeling down so they were face to face. He gave her a hug, then bit her shoulder. Tink yelped in surprise. “That’s for scaring me. We’re even.”

“Mike make good goblin husband.” Smiling, Tink picked up her tools. “Tink go patch front porch roof before it rains.”

Mike smiled, watching Tink scurry off, the bucket on her foot clanking against the ground. There was only one more person he needed to see, and it could wait no longer.

Abella helped him the last thirty yards to the fountain. He saw her there, standing on the surface of the water, tiny pink bubbles floating all around her body. The fountain sprayed streams of water that altered course in mid-air, forming a giant heart above the nymph. Her blue-green hair waved in the wind, and she wore a simple white gown that hugged her like a second skin.

“Naia.” Her name was like the ending of a prayer, a wish he never knew he was allowed to make. He stepped into the fountain, leaving Cecilia and Abella behind. Nothing about the house was normal, nor was there anything normal about the creatures living there,