Radley's Home for Horny Monsters, Annabelle Hawthorne [howl and other poems TXT] 📗

Tink couldn’t reach the root of his cock, her insides simply not large enough for him. Her belly bulged outward with every thrust of his dick. Tink panted, mouth open wide, as she rode Mike hard, squeezing at his pecs with clawed hands. Her wide hips made it easy for her legs to wrap around Mike’s waist, and she was lifting and dropping so quickly that Mike was tensing his stomach just to brace for impact.

“Oh! Oh fuck!” Mike’s insides churned, his balls getting ready to blast a load. Tink rode even harder, guttural moans and drool leaving her mouth, gasping for air as her fingers clutched Mike’s biceps. Mike yanked down on her horns, squeezing tight, and Tink’s grunts became a protracted growl. Mike’s whole body tightened, and Tink threw herself forward, slipping free of his hold, to sink her teeth into his shoulder.

“Ow, you fucking-“ Mike bit her back, trying to dig his own teeth into the flesh around her neck. His crotch was suddenly soaked in Tink’s cum, and she screamed into Mike’s shoulder. It like hell, but his balls never got the message. Mike bit her even harder, filling her with three giant bursts of cum, Tink grunting as each one entered her.

She released him. Mike let go too, leaving mostly just indentations and spit on her skin. His shoulder was wet, a mixture of her spit and the blood that flowed from several tiny punctures in his skin. Her pussy contracted, squeezing out another stream of goo, and Mike shuddered with pleasure. Tink laid her head down on Mike’s chest, letting out a low rumble like a cat.

“Tinker now goblin wife of sweaty man,” she told him, tracing her fingers along his arm.

“Tinker? Is that your full name?” Tink nodded, her shining eyes on his.

“Well, I’m Mike, not sweaty man.”

“Mike goblin husband. Tink belong to Mike now.” She sighed, laying her head down again.

Mike held her this way for a bit, letting his body relax. Even as his dick softened, her goblin cunt was still so tight that she held him in place. “Well, Tinker-“

“Husband call me Tink.”

“Well, Tink, I’m sure there’s plenty of daylight left. I need my tools to fix the fountain.”

Tink shook her head, her ears flopping lightly beneath her hair. “Tink good at fixing. Tink help, you see.” She dismounted, and Mike’s dick plopped free along with a giant puddle of cum. Tink squatted and lapped up the mess with her long, slippery tongue, until his cock was clean once more.

“Jesus Almighty,” Mike muttered to himself, finding his shorts bunched around one ankle.

Tink was holding what was left of her dress, staring at it in sadness. “Tink need new outfit,” she informed him, tossing the rags aside.

“I think I have a shirt that will fit you,” he said, not wanting to waste any more time thinking about it.

“Good idea. Husband get new dress, Tink go look at fountain.” She retrieved her goggles and fixed them in place on her head, then grabbed a small toolbox next to the bench. “We go.”

Tink followed Mike out, and they navigated the labyrinth of books until they got to the back door of the garage. They headed outside. The sun was past the roof of the house now, meaning it was at least four in the afternoon. In the sun’s light, Tink’s skin took on a pretty hue beneath all the grime, and he could now see the giant, single areola that surrounded her double nipples. Dark green pubes hid her crotch from view.

Seeing where he was looking, Tink became suddenly bashful. She held the toolbox up, covering her crotch with it.

“Get Tink’s dress,” she said, her yellow eyes looking away from him.

Mike left her behind and headed upstairs. Today had destroyed a significant chunk of his wardrobe. He needed to go shopping soon.

Mike grabbed a simple black t-shirt from his bag. He didn’t bother putting a new shirt on-his new scrapes and cuts were still clotting. Staring in the mirror, he just shook his head. It looked like he had fallen through a plate-glass window. The bite marks on his shoulder, however, had already clotted up. He really hoped that goblin bites weren’t poisonous.

When he got outside, Tink was squatting, naked, inside the fountain. He strode over and was handing her his shirt when a spoonful of cum dribbled free from her pussy.

“This nice.” Tink inspected the material before slipping the garment over her head. The sleeves were a little too wide, but the length was perfect. It covered Tink down to her knees.

Mike joined her in the fountain, and the two of them started by scraping the mud and grime from the bottom, then scooping it over the side into a bucket. The center of the fountain was a simple marble monolith with a single basin that would overflow into the giant basin below.

Scraping up the muck and grime from the fountain, Mike couldn’t help but sneak glances at Tink. Her tiny body was lean and sexy in a different way than Naia’s.. However, in the light of day, it was obvious that Tink was in need of a bath, and Mike hoped that Naia would be willing to share her tub.

“How long have you been living in the garage, Tink?” Mike asked.

“Tink there for-“ Tink put a clawed finger to her lips, deep in thought. “Hm. Tink not sure. Tink remember big sleep, wake up yesterday.” She shrugged.

“Do you remember Emily?”

Tink nodded. “Human lady. No need to fight. She let Tink live in garage.”

“Wait. You didn’t have to fight her, but you fought with me?”

“Is goblin way. Males too aggressive, always take, never give. All males fight.”

“Well, you need to remember that I’m not a goblin. Do you think you can do that for me?”

Tink stopped what she was doing and cast a soulful look in Mike’s direction. Several seconds passed. “Tink remember.” A sly grin crossed her face as she traced a line down Mike’s thigh. “Mike much bigger