Semua Bab SECRET OBSESSION: Bab 141 - Bab 150

A loud scraping sound caught his attention, and he lifted his head in time to see the closet throw up on Tink. Old coats, a few boxes, and even more blankets buried the goblin in an avalanche of junk. Mike ran to her rescue, grabbing her slender wrist from beneath an old fur coat and pulling her out from beneath the mess."Fuck." Tink scowled at the closet, adjusting her dress to cover her bare ass. This confirmed Mike's suspicion that she wasn't wearing the underwear he had bought for her."What happened?" Mike asked, grabbing the box closest to him."Shelf break, closet try to kill Tink." Tink grabbed the big fur coat, eying it with curiosity. "Lots of stuff in here.""Yeah, it looks like it was packed full." The box Mike opened was picture frames, dozens of them. There were pictures in the frame, but they were all blank, a result of the protective spell on the house. "It seems like everywhere I turn, there's more random shit in this house.""Husband right. Too much shit. Sell on ma

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 sensation 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 that controlled 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. Cum six times.""Fuuuuuck," Mike groaned, the image of Tink masturbating with a hammer suddenly burne

Sofia led them out into the main halls of the library. A podium of her own had been parked up against the railing. She dismissed it with a wave of her hand. Seconds later, a full floating platform arrived, easily ten by twelve feet, with a small coffee table in the middle surrounded by comfortable looking chairs."Uh..." Mike stared at the platform. It didn't even have rails. Sofia and Tink walked onto it without a second thought, but Mike hesitated. He had to fight every fiber of panic in his being, but he crossed over, and the platform moved gently away. Standing near the edge, he felt the familiar sensation of multiple hands on his body, holding him in place. Seeing that Sofia wasn't looking, he tried to brush some more of the smashed pop tart off the back of his pants, the crumbs falling to the marble floors far below."Please. Come sit." Sofia gestured at the table, leaning back in a chair that was large enough for her frame. Mike sat in the chair across from her. His feet just b

Walking back toward the stairs, his eyes caught on the tall, ebony wardrobe at the end of the hall. It had ornate silver handles that opened both of the doors on the front. Walking past the stairs, his hands were nearly on the handles when he heard Sofia shout."What's taking you so long?" She called, and Mike spun on one foot, jogging casually down the steps and back into the dining room."Are you sure you can get there and back by nightfall?" Sofia asked him. She stood next to Tink at the kitchen table, arms crossed in front of her. Tink had unrolled the original map of the Labyrinth, using small mugs to hold it open, carefully drawing a replica with a ruler and a protractor."Oh yeah. Should be back around lunchtime, I know right where I left it." Well, that was a small lie. He knew that it was by the Mandragora, but nothing else. Sofia had spent what little had remained of last night harping on him for details regarding the knife, where he had set it, and if it had runes carved i

The hands stroking his shaft were suddenly slick. Looking down, he saw that several small tendrils had sprouted from her hands, tendrils that left behind a tingling, slimy trail that enhanced the sensation of her hands. Several larger tendrils from her wrists had created loops that were already wrapping themselves tightly around his balls, squeezing him in ways that created immediate bursts of pleasure that fired up through his spine, reducing the higher functions of his brain to mush."Shit," he muttered. She now stroked him with a level of ferocity that was uncanny, her methodical hands already causing the first of many orgasms to build in him. Kneeling, she opened her mouth, a cavern of several miniature tongues, and fastened herself to the head of his cock. Her hands released him, and the Mandragora slid her face forward, pulling him all the way in until her lips met the bottom of his shaft. She bobbed experimentally a few times, then opened her mouth even wider to suck in his scr