Radley's Labyrinth for Horny Monsters

by Annabelle Hawthorne

  He heard her again, back from where he had come. He walked toward her voice, moving more carefully this time. He had missed it before, a gap between the shelves that had no true edges, a hidden passageway in plain sight.

  He put out his hands, convinced he was going to smash his face into the stone, as the Library disappeared behind him and the walls curved. They doubled back, taking him into a different space. This part of the Library was completely different from the rest. He was inside of a warm, comfortable room with tall leather chairs and a roaring fireplace. When he looked back, it was impossible to see the outer Library—the curved walls blocked off the view from the outside.

  “There you are,” Mike said. Tink was on the floor, legs splayed and tail twitching, her face buried in a large book. Beside her was a stack of maps and other assorted books. The map of the Labyrinth as well as Tink’s backpack were set on a table next to them.

  Tink ignored him, her cheeks flushed. Mike assumed she was sitting too close to the fire, but he soon realized that wasn’t the case. Her mouth was slightly open, her wide eyes fixed on the page. When Mike touched her leg, she yelped, dropping the book on her lap.

  “What are you reading?” Mike asked.

  “Tink find dirty book,” the goblin whispered. Picking it up, she opened the pages and turned it around. In stunning detail was an image of a werewolf, his monstrous member dangling between his legs as he jerked his load into the hungry mouths of a pair of women on the ground beneath him.

  “Wow.” Mike inspected the outer cover, but there were no words on the book. As he flipped through the pages, it became evident that the artist had had a one-track mind—werewolves fucking humans, werewolves fucking each other, and even a werewolf fucking a unicorn. This last one made Mike laugh. The unicorn had buried its horn into a tree and was backing its ass onto the cock of the howling wolf behind it.

  “Werewolf porn. This shit is funny.” Lowering the book, he saw that Tink’s eyes had gone from innocent to predatory. Her tail twitched back and forth, and one of her hands was under her skirt, her fingers doing lazy circles beneath the thin fabric of her dress. He dropped the book, the pages flipping open to an image of a peasant with her arms tied behind her back getting spit-roasted by a pair of werewolves.

  “Husband hasn’t made enough time for Tink,” she growled, her free hand squeezing her breast through her dress. All four of her nipples stood out now, and her breath came in fast, rasping bursts. Mike was suddenly aware of the crackling of the fire, the air rich with the smell of old books and leather. The entire universe consisted of only this room, this quiet place where he and Tink were the only living beings in all of existence.

  “Don’t you want to get your goggles back?” Mike asked, his eyes on Tink’s shapely thighs. Her skirt had ridden up just enough that he could almost see where her legs met, blocked only by her wrist. His cock was suddenly rigid, pressed tightly against the fabric of his pants.

  “Get goggles later. Fuck husband now.” Tink licked her lips, pulling up her skirt for Mike to see what she was doing. She’d pulled back her labia, her wet opening bared to him. Mike could just make out the hard lump on the upper wall of her vagina when she spread herself open, the first of two clitorises. She pulled her skirt back down, her palm grinding into her pelvis. Tink let out a sound that was half moan, half growl.

  Mike unzipped his pants, his cock springing to attention. The heat of the fire felt good along his shaft, and he spit into his hand, rubbing his dick gently.

  “Husband get nice and hard for Tink,” the goblin commanded. Both hands moved now beneath her skirt, occasionally sliding down her thighs and leaving long, wet streaks. “Husband keep doing that. Tink likes to watch.”

  “You like seeing this?” Mike asked her, stroking himself casually. His swollen cock was large, nearly eight inches in length. Though he was endowed with such a huge member, it had gone unused for most of his life, an artifact of a terrible childhood. Now, with nymph magic surging through his blood, getting hard was easy. Mike got on his knees in front of Tink, tugging back on the skin of his dick, his glans revealing itself. “Are you thinking about what it’ll feel like inside of you?”

  Tink nodded, her tail twitching sporadically. Mike snatched it up, inspiration striking him. Tink’s tail was long and thin, with a paintbrush patch of hair on the end. Using the tip of her tail, he stroked himself with his left hand and dragged the soft brown fur across the head of his penis.

  “Ah,” he sighed, a shiver traveling along his shaft when his cock flexed itself, rising up to meet the new sensation. Tink reacted as well, gasping when the tiny hairs of her tail were stimulated.

  “Husband do more to tail,” Tink commanded, lifting her skirt. She shifted her legs, revealing her tight green labia. One finger teased the opening.

  “I can do that.” He soon discovered that the end of Tink’s tail was quite sensitive. He painted imaginary shapes along the head of his cock, the sensation reminiscent of an old girlfriend who had attempted to fix his issues with some light feather play. Kneeling in front of the goblin, he dragged the end of her tail down his shaft, tickling the skin of his balls.

  “Tink like seeing that,” she told him, shoving two fingers inside herself. The way she was hooking them, he could tell she was playing with the hard lumps inside. Tink was letting out quick bursts of air, her fingers pausing in between, the pleasure clearly too much for her to bear.

  “I’m going to fill you up, Tink.” Mike squeezed his cock, trapping her tail between his hand and his shaft. “You’re going to be so full. Have you ever been so full before?” His hand was moving up and down, the tip of Tink’s tail brushing against his frenulum. He shivered, eyes rolling upward at the delicious sensation of her soft hair. His hands guided themselves, a cool energy inside his body controlling them. He immediately pictured Naia, that piece of her soul that was stitched to his. Was that where his confidence came from?

  “Tink use hammer once to get full.” Tink shifted, adding a third digit, squeezing out some more of her fluids. “Sit on floor and rock on metal part. Come six times.”

  “Fuuuuuck,” Mike groaned, the image of Tink masturbating with a hammer suddenly burned into his head. He could picture her, horny little monster that she was, desperate to penetrate herself with anything from her workshop.

  “Took Tink long time,” she cooed at him, watching his face. “Tink work it in slow, push back against wall.”

  “It must have been tight.” A large amount of precum was oozing from Mike’s dick, soaking the thin hairs of Tink’s tail.

  Tink nodded, letting out a loud sigh. “Not as tight as husband.”

  Mike let go of Tink’s tail, grabbing her by the thighs and sliding her toward him. He held her hand in place, his own fingers teasing her labia while hers stirred the pot. He pulled Tink’s dress over her head, revealing her small breasts. Large dark-green areolae circled her double nipples. She now sat between his legs, her thighs 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 push
ed 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 and white were strewn on the floor between them.

  “Um…” Mike didn’t have any words.

  Tink, noticing his sudden silence, rolled over and sat up. She shook her head in disappointment. “Husband forgot Pop-Tart in pocket.”

  “What?” Mike stuck his hand in his back pocket. Sure enough, he had crushed the pastry into a disgusting mess. Pulling his hand free, he laughed, his fingers covered in brown sugar and cinnamon glaze.

  “Husband a mess,” she told him, picking up her dress. She slid it over her head, sitting on her knees in front of him. “And Tink tired.”

  “Yeah, me too a bit.” The fire crackled at them from the other side of the table. “Wanna take a break?”

  Tink nodded. The two of them crawled to a spot in front of the fire. Mike lay down in front of it, marveling at how it managed to burn without generating any ash. Tink curled up in his arms, and the two of them quickly fell asleep.

  Dana rang the bell on the old house, eyeing the porch swing with some discomfort. It kept swinging back and forth despite there not being any wind, and she briefly debated unhooking it so that it would stop.

  “Hello?” she called out, knocking on the door. Some of the lights were on, but nobody seemed to be home. She didn’t have much time to spare, not with three deliveries sitting inside of her car. She had just delivered some pizzas to a house only a few blocks away so figured she would take advantage of the situation.

  “I don’t think he’s home.”

  Dana jumped, spinning in place and falling back against the front door. A woman with very dark skin in a white business suit stood on the front walkway. Her short hair was braided into tight cornrows, and she stood next to what looked like some carry-on luggage.

  “Oh shit, you startled me.” Dana pushed herself off the house and hopped off the porch onto the cobblestone path below. “Yeah, um, I’ve got to get going.”

  “Do you know him? The owner of the house?” Her smile was unnaturally white and showed far too many teeth. It was the smile of a viper, waiting to eat the mouse it had just found.

  “Not really.” Dana walked past the woman, her eyes on the path. She came to a halt near the end of the drive when she nearly walked into someone else.

  “Excuse…” Dana’s voice became a silent squeak. It was the same woman, that insidious grin still affixed to her face. Dana looked back toward the house, trying to figure out what had just happened.

  “I am a member of the local Historical Preservation Society. We desperately need to speak to Mr. Radley, the owner of this house, about an important preservation issue.” She handed Dana a business card. “My name is Kali.”

  “Um, okay.” Dana took the card, sliding it into the pocket of her pants. Everything about Kali gave her a bad vibe.

  “Thank you for your time.” Kali nodded her head dismissively. Dana took the chance to bolt, starting up her car immediately. Looking in her rearview mirror, she wasn’t entirely surprised to see that Kali watched her drive all the way down the street.

  She didn’t know why she did it, but thirty minutes later, she tossed Kali’s card out the window of her car.

  “Ugh.” Mike sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Tink clutched him tightly, her breath tickling the hairs on his arm. The fire crackled softly, the eternal wood burning without embers. Mike pushed himself up, rubbing the back of his neck. He fumbled with his pants, trying to button them back up without standing. The twisted fabric didn’t quite reach.

  How long had he been asleep? His stomach growled, loud enough that
Tink stirred. She uncurled from him, wiping the drool from her chin.

  “Too long sleep,” she told him, letting out a sigh. “Now want more sleep.”

  “We never found what we were looking for.” Mike grabbed one of the books they had knocked over. “Do you want to go back to the house first? I’m starving.” Mike eyeballed the smashed Pop-Tart on the floor. He definitely wasn’t going to eat it now.

  “Maybe.” Tink stood, smoothing out her dress. “This place too big. Some books too distracting.”

  “Yeah.” Mike saw the werewolf porn book where he had dropped it. Chuckling, he picked it up, shutting its pages to put it on the table. He marveled at the idea that a giant, flying Library would carry such a thing. “I think we should get going.”

  Helping Tink to her feet, he watched the little goblin freeze in place. Tink tilted her head to one side, her lips twisting into a sneer.

  “Someone is coming,” Tink whispered, grabbing Mike by the hand and pulling him behind one of the leather chairs.

  “Who else could be here?” Mike whispered. The Library was like a tomb, silent. It occurred to him that Tink’s cries could easily have been heard by someone else. But who would be inside the Library?

  Footsteps on marble, soft echoes that reverberated in the little side room. Mike wondered if Tink could hear the hammering of his heart as he thought about what sort of being would darken that hallway. The sounds grew louder, and Mike pulled Tink closely against him. He suddenly remembered that stupid hammer, an entire world away on the kitchen table.

  He didn’t have to wait much longer. A humanoid in a long brown cloak stepped around the corner, the light of the fire reflecting off a sword clutched tightly in gloved hands. The figure was tall, almost eight feet in height.

  “Come out,” the figure commanded in a feminine voice that was both soft and menacing. “I would prefer not to get any blood on the books.”