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

raspy quality to it. She was breathing entirely too hard. “The Mandragora plans to eat us.”

“By making us horny?” That didn’t make a lot of sense.

“No, you idiot. This plant. I’ve read about it. It needs to exhaust us before it eats us.” Sarah laughed, spit dribbling from her mouth. “I always thought it used poison, or made us struggle. Fact is, once we’re inside it, it can’t use the vines, and it needs to make sure we are too weak to get out. This, though. This is ridiculous.”

“I still don’t follow.” And it was becoming increasingly hard to. Mike’s vision was narrowing, all thought of the outside world fading away. All he could focus on was this woman before him, in dark robes that clung to her skin in all the right places. The v-neck of her gown hugged her large breasts, the fabric opening slightly to give him a peek down her blouse.

“You’ve killed us. You’ve killed both of us.” Sarah laid her upper body on the ground, her ass up in the air. “If I could just... resist.” Her left hand slid down her stomach and pushed up against her pubis. She let out a hiss, rubbing insistently with her fingers. “If I can just... get off, maybe I can run away.”

This was crazy. Mike didn’t see how the plant was planning to eat them by making them horny. He also saw no reason to wear pants anymore. They were confining, hugging his skin too tightly. He slid them free, sighing as his cock sprang up into the open air. Turning his head to look at Sarah, he saw that she was rubbing her breast through the gown with her free hand, moaning quietly while she squeezed.

He couldn’t look away. For several minutes, he watched as Sarah diddled herself, adjusting her robes to slide her whole hand beneath. Mike felt strangely relaxed, strangely fine with the idea that he had no desire to escape.

Sarah’s eyes snapped up to meet his, a desperation in them. She looked down, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. Puzzled, he realized that she was now staring at his cock, which he was absentmindedly stroking in full view.

“You asshole,” she gasped, crawling toward him. As she drew close, she withdrew her hand from beneath her gown and grabbed his dick tightly. Her hand was soaking wet, and she pumped him with purpose. “You need to... share.”

Share? Mike’s eyes rolled back in his head when Sarah sucked him into her mouth, jacking him off at the base of his dick while her tongue worked wonders on the head. He couldn’t even remember why they had been fighting anymore, she seemed like a perfectly lovely woman, her body all curves before him.

“Show me your tits,” he muttered, and she hastily obliged, as if afraid he would take his dick away from her. Her gown slid easily to the side, revealing two voluptuous globes, the skin between them red with arousal. Everything around him was little more than a haze, his entire attention on this buxom beauty servicing him. His entire world was the warm, wet sensation of her mouth, gulping greedily at his cock, her hands twisting and squeezing him at the base...

“GAH!” Mike came with very little warning, grabbing Sarah by the hair and forcing himself deep into the back of her throat. Semen shot out of her nose, though Sarah was swallowing heavily.

“Wait. Wait!” It suddenly occurred to Mike why what they were doing was wrong. He pulled his dick free and shoved Sarah to the ground in a frantic bid to escape. Nearly tripping over his pants, he made it almost ten feet before his head started swimming again.

“No fair!” Sarah tackled him around the waist and drove him to the ground, then rolled him on her back. She shifted her robes to the side, and Mike’s dick grew rock hard once more. By the time she impaled herself on his cock, there was no place he would rather be.

ABELLA WALKED FORWARD, a giant spear in her hand, with six more leaned up against the house. Behind her came Tink with a crossbow in each hand, followed by Cecilia, who carried nothing. Tink had taken them to the armory. After a quick discussion, it was decided that the weak point in the golems was the gemstones themselves.

“Where did the Mandragora go?” Cecilia asked, gazing at the wall of the house. There was no sign of the hungering plant.

“Tink find out later,” the goblin hissed. “Kill stupid rock fucks.” Tink had been inconsolable since waking. “Much easier with goggles. Tink having bad two days.”

“We’re all having a bad day. Cecilia, you ready?”

The banshee nodded.

They headed toward the golems and spread out, ready to intercept Cecilia. When she neared the closest one, Cecilia jumped out of the way when it smashed a fist into the stone boundary of the yard. Letting out an angry grunt, the golem swung again, just missing Cecilia. Cecilia ran right in front of it, taunting it farther.

This time, the golem lifted its arms and belly flopped. Smirking, Cecilia sank into the ground, the golem smashing into the dirt and leaving a giant, belly-shaped crater. When it pushed itself up, it stopped when a crossbow bolt shattered next to the gem in its head.

“Fuck!” Tink lifted the other crossbow, then closed one eye and took aim. This one flew true and struck the gem. It exploded in a cacophony of light and sound, the golem crumbling into a large pile of gravel.

The others, unperturbed, remained at their posts, moving closer together.

“Stupid rock fucks,” Tink growled, reloading both of her bows.

Cecilia emerged from inside the golem’s carcass, clearly pleased with the shattered body beneath her.

“Let’s take our time,” Abella said. She held up her spear, and she and Tink moved forward, ready for Cecilia to lure the next one out.

“OH MY GOD!” SARAH CAME hard, soaking Mike’s lap with her cum. When her orgasm subsided,