Radley's Labyrinth for Horny Monsters

shit!” He face-fucked the gargoyle relentlessly, going up on his tiptoes to sink ever deeper into her face. Every time he bottomed out in her throat, she gargled the large pool of precum and saliva that had gathered in her mouth. One hand furiously working her three-sided slit, she grabbed Mike’s ass with her other, pulling his hips tight against her face.
“Abella!” Mike cried out, and he came, filling her throat with his cum.
She cried out, then shrieked, her face and chest turning dark as his cum triggered an orgasm of her own. Clamping down on his ass, she lifted him off the ground to suck him in as deep as possible while leaning back to get better access to her pussy. Mike noticed in astonishment that she was using the tip of her tail to penetrate herself, moaning while she bounced up and down on it.
“N’glah!” Abella pulled her mouth off his dick. Cum and saliva dripped from her mouth, pooling on the roof between them. After setting Mike down, she let out a single cry and lowered herself onto her own tail, gripping the roof hard enough that she splintered the wood beneath her fingertips. As she cried out to the sky, Abella’s eyes rolled up in her head, and she collapsed on the roof.
“Holy shit!” Mike tucked his dick back in his pants and knelt to check on her. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she told him breathlessly. “Oh gods, yes. You tasted so good I just couldn’t take it anymore.”
“Fucking your own tail, huh?” Mike grabbed the tip of her tail and struggled to lift it up. It was coated in her sticky, earthy-smelling fluids.
“Oh gods, I’m so embarrassed!” Abella covered her face with her hands. “Please don’t tell anybody you saw that.”
“Why? It makes sense, actually.” Mike lovingly caressed Abella’s thighs, then slid his hand gently across her swollen labia.
Abella shuddered, her wings flapping briefly behind her. “It’s a huge taboo,” she told him. “I got desperate centuries ago and started doing it in private. Even among other monsters, it’s considered weird to fuck your own tail.”
“I guess I’d have to have a tail to understand,” he replied, wiping sperm off her lips.
“Just please don’t tell.”
“I won’t,” he promised. “But maybe, if it’s just the two of us, I’d like to watch you do it again sometime.”
A big smile crossed his face.
“I thought it was pretty hot, Abella. Just like you.”
“Mike.” She blushed, standing up before him. “I’m so lucky that you’re my human.”
“Your human, huh?”
Abella nodded. “The others never understood me like you do. And none of them were ever interested in me like you are.”
“You’re beautiful, Abella.” He kissed her. “Anyone who tells you otherwise is an idiot. Now, if you don’t mind, I need to get down there and cook some dinner before Tink eats my arm.”
Abella laughed and took off into the sky. After swooping back around with her wings spread wide, she grabbed onto his shoulders and carried him back to the garden.
The car rumbled to a stop in the driveway. Dana turned it off, then spun the keys once out of habit before tucking them into her pocket. Chewing the same piece of gum she had put in at the beginning of her shift, she climbed the stairs on the side of the garage to the studio apartment up above.
Two years ago, she had gotten very lucky in finding this place. Her freshman year of college over, she had given up on dorm life, wanting a little extra room. While looking for an apartment, she had stumbled across an older woman whose husband had passed away some years back. Dana paid a small amount in rent and made up for the rest of it in house maintenance, something she had become very good at.
In return, the woman had given Dana the entire garage to live in. The landlord’s late husband had been into muscle cars and built a beautiful, vaulted garage with a small apartment-style loft up above for catnaps and the occasional shower. Dana had done the work last summer to finish the conversion—she had a small kitchenette with a full bath, and a queen-size bed.
However, she had left the garage portion below largely untouched. Half the space consisted of a personal gym and some storage for old car parts. The other half was a beautiful tool bench that had been custom fitted against the wall, full of every tool the widow’s husband had ever used. In the middle of the carport was an old motorcycle that Dana was restoring for a road trip in the summer. It had been over a year since she had traveled.
Since Alex.
She opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Dr. Pepper. After twisting off the cap, she took a sip, savoring the cool, sweet fizzing sensation on her tongue. She pulled all the tips from delivering pizzas out of her jacket pocket, then organized them by denomination. She counted them for the fifth time, then rolled them up and stuck them in her dresser drawer. She opened her bank’s app on her phone and frowned. At the current rate, she would be able to fix her bike but not take the trip itself.
“Fuck.” Sighing, she set the phone down on her nightstand.
A small wooden desk overlooked the garage bay, and her mechanical engineering text was open to the same page it had been for the last week. Problem fifty-three, half finished on the paper next to it, begged her to come complete it, to finish the assignment and turn it in for partial credit, something, anything. She stared at the figures on the page, her mathematical analysis of the Carnot cycle blurred through the moisture in her eyes. Wiping away the tear before it could form, Dana sat down at her desk, then lifted her pencil to finish the problem.
She couldn’t focus. Her eyes relaxed, her gaze moved over the bay and settled on the motorcycle below.
Leaving her desk behind,