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

Mike’s shaft. Mike ran his hands up Tink’s thighs, pushing her dress up and over her head. Her nipples, all four of them, were rock-hard.

Mike grabbed a pillow and placed it beneath his shoulders so that he could sit up. Tink humped him, causing Cerulea to let out a noise similar to a squeaky toy’s. Mike tried not to laugh, which resulted in a huge grin on his face.

“Tink really is the best,” he told her, squeezing her breasts. Purring, Tink knelt to kiss him, her lips soft against his. Mike ran his fingers through her hair, his thumb rubbing the base of one of her horns. Her kissing became more insistent, her hips grinding more fiercely against his.

“Little fairy work harder,” Tink declared, lifting her hips and rotating Cerulea so that she was face up. Cerulea’s tiny hands reached up for Tink’s labia, clutching her tightly before Tink could settle back down on the fairy.

“Can she breathe?” Mike asked.

“Tink not worry. Fairy need magic or air, not both.” She kissed Mike again, only more urgently. “Get husband nice and ready.” Tink bit Mike’s lip, drawing blood.

“Naughty goblin.” Mike pulled Tink’s hips against him, reaching around with one hand to grab the base of her tail. “I was worried about you.”

“Tink always worry about husband. Husband need Tink.” Tink was gasping now, moving her hips in a circular motion. Blue flashes of magic were emanating from between them, the fairy shedding magical light. Mike could feel the fairy’s body tightening against his cock, her tiny limbs shaking.

Music played, and Tink shifted off his cock. Cerulea was glowing now, her body shooting off sparks that mimicked musical notes when they vanished. Grabbing the fairy, Tink jacked off Mike as fast as she could.

The fairy let out a tiny shriek, and Tink pulled her off Mike. Glittery cum ran out of the fairy, pooling up on Mike’s stomach and across his balls. His whole cock was iridescent now, shimmering in the room’s light.

“Fairy girl take a break,” Tink declared, dropping Cerulea at the foot of the bed. Rubbing her slit against Mike, she pinned his shoulders down. “Tink’s turn.” Grabbing Mike’s shaft, she positioned herself just over his head. “And this time, Tink make it fit.”

“You really are a naughty goblin,” Mike groaned, his shaft sinking into Tink’s tight pussy. The fairy’s cum allowed him to penetrate her easily, sliding in with minimal resistance. “But Tink, lube doesn’t mean I’ll go in deeper.”

“Husband never bet against Tink.” Tink was rolling her hips, pushing against him as hard as she could. With every pass, she sank just a little bit farther. “Tink have big idea.” Tink was now as far as she could get, a couple of inches above the base of Mike’s cock. He could feel the back wall of her vagina bouncing off the head of his cock.

“What now?” Mike asked, playfully yanking her tail and teasing her asshole with his thumb. “I know one place I can fit, if you’re so determined.”

“Tink determined,” she gasped. “Tink make it work.” She was rolling her hips now, the back wall of her vagina rubbing sideways against the head of his cock. She lifted herself slightly, then pushed down. Frustration crawled across her face as she repeated the process several times.

“What are you trying to do?” Mike asked.

“Tink…saw…picture. Picture on…magic screen.”

Oh God. What had she found on his computer? Suddenly, he felt a slight shift inside of Tink, a small bump along the back of her vagina. Tink held still, moving carefully now, centering Mike’s dick on that spot.

“Tink,” Mike whispered. “That isn’t going to fit there.”

“Fairy oil,” she hissed, pushing herself down on him. It should have been impossible, but Mike’s entire life was now the impossible. Groaning in delight, he felt the tiny ring of Tink’s uterus squeeze along the head of his cock, his dick pushing through an opening it had no business fitting through. Gasping for air, Tink sat up, swiveling her hips from side to side, working Mike in even deeper.

“Holy shit,” Mike whispered. Tink’s clits were engorged to an unusual size now, pressing against his dick like a pair of fingers.

“Tink make fit. Tink make fit,” she groaned, over and over again.

Mike felt himself pushing against the back wall of her uterus. In awe, he stared at the goblin. Her labia were pressed firmly against his pelvis, his cock now entirely inside of her. “Husband no move.” He could feel the tension in her body building up, the excitement of the moment lifting Tink away. An energy had built up between them, ready to be released at any moment.

Mike grabbed Tink’s tail and yanked it. Hard.

The goblin screamed, her entire body wracked with spasms that started at the base of her hips and worked their way up. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her arms going limp as her orgasm sucked the life out of her. Her vagina clenched Mike but nowhere near as hard as her cervix did. Mike cried out, feeling like it was going to crush him. He tried to pull himself free, but it was so tight that he couldn’t.

The effort of trying to free himself triggered a second orgasm in Tink. Falling forward onto Mike, she growled, then bit his collarbone. Mike’s microthrusts, combined with the tightness of the goblin, caused a small orgasm to hit him. However, the tight ring just past the head of his cock blocked him from releasing it all, and his orgasm vanished. Tink kept riding him, causing another small orgasm to hit, and this time the pressure was almost unbearable.

“Tink!” Mike cried out, and her uterus unclenched. Mike filled her womb with sperm, his third and final orgasm making his whole body shake. His muscles tensed up and then relaxed, his cock popping free of Tink’s uterus. He stayed inside of her, pulling her tightly against him. Tink stopped biting him, her arms folding against his chest.

“Tink told you she is best,” she muttered, burying