Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 012

“You mean nearly burning down the house, destroying the garage, and feeding a witch to a plant?” That last one was still taking him some time to digest.

“That isn’t what I speak of.” Cecilia was suddenly so close, a chill returning to the air. “I am proud that you have given your heart so freely.” Her hands slid up beneath the blanket, touching his chest. “It isn’t just physical pleasure that you seek. It is something more, a connection.”

Mike shivered at her touch, the ice of her hands traveling through his stomach. “I think part of it is the Nymphs’ Blessing. It makes me more willing, physically and mentally. After what happened at the Mandragora, there is no way I should be able to get aroused.”

Grinning, Cecilia let her hand slide across the front of his pants. “And yet you are.”

Mike opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn’t put what he wanted into words. “I like that it feels like it’s more than just sex. Yes, there is some lust, but I feel like there is so much more between us then that. Naia is an extension of my soul. Tink is my shadow, she follows me everywhere, and Abella is my protector, my guardian spirit.”

“And what about me?” Her lips were close to his. “What role do I have in this?”

“You are the unknown. One day, I know you will walk me to the other side, and I will see many strange and wonderful things. It will be good to know that I have a friend to help me through it.”

“More than a friend.” Cecilia’s hand stroked Mike’s cheek, pulling him into her. His lips tasted hers, the first spark of many between them. She broke contact, her white eyes practically glowing in the darkness of the cave. “Always more than a friend.”

“Hold on,” Mike told her. He moved against the wall of the cave, sitting down, then waved her forward. Floating toward him, she landed gently on his lap, running both of her hands up his chest. “Sorry, my legs are all messed up.”

“It’s not your legs I am interested in.” Cecilia moved forward, straddling his hips, her mouth finding his. The warmth of the cave coupled with the banshee’s cool embrace made Mike feel like he was standing in the doorway of an air conditioned building during a hot day in summer. Small wind currents were starting to move in the room, the temperature trying to equalize. Cecilia’s hands moved along his sides, then down his hips. He could feel her cool thighs against him, her pelvis pushing into his.

Mike’s hands squeezed her waist, one hand moving down to caress her ass through her skirt. He squeezed gently, then pulled her forward, grinding his crotch into hers. “Do you think the sidhe ever pictured you with a mortal?”

“If they did, they probably forbid it.” Cecilia kissed her way down his neck, but went no further then his shoulders. He kissed her forehead, the hairs on his arm jumping every time he touched her with his lips. She leaned away from him, giving him access to her neck and the top of her breasts. Her hair fluttered up around her head, the static building between them. “Kiss me more,” she whispered, her voice echoing softly in the cave.

“I can do that.” Mike said. kissing the cool skin of her shoulders, his hands running behind her ears. Cecilia moved her hips back and forth, causing Mike’s dick to go hard. As soon as his member was rigid, she shifted her weight so that her pelvis now did a balancing act on his shaft, stroking him with her lower body.

“I can feel it,” she whispered, moving back and forth. “That part of me that I never knew existed. It’s like fire, and ice, and lightning, all centered in my being. I want to feel more of it, that human feeling i’ve never known.”

“Then let me help you.” Mike undid his pants, sliding them down his hips. Cecilia immediately grabbed his cock, teasing the top of it with her ice cold fingers, kissing him deeply on the lips. Mike’s fingers dropped to the top of her ass, squeezing the cool, soft globes through her skirt.

Cecilia pumped Mike this way for a couple of minutes. Her legs floated up as her head dropped, and she took him into her mouth, squeezing his balls gently while she swallowed the length of his dick. Mike gasped, Cecilia hovering into a headstand, grabbing his hips in her hands to pull him all the way into her body.

“Oh, Cecilia!” Mike grabbed her head, pulling her off his dick and back up to his lips. She embraced him, her tongue dancing along his. His hands traveled the length of her body, grabbing her floating body by the hips and pulling her waist down to his. She pulled her skirt up, rubbing her panty-clad pussy up and down his cock, using one finger to pull it to the side, causing him to slide deep inside of her.

“Mmh!” Cecilia moaned into his mouth, her pussy cool and electrifying at the same time. Plugged into the Banshee Sexual Network, the world exploded in sparks, the steady glow of the sunstone punctuated by the miniature lightning bursts that jumped from Cecilia through Mike’ thighs and then into the ground.

“Move slower,” he told her. “I want to take my time.” She obliged, her hips moving gently. They kissed some more, hands exploring each other. Mike was determined to pull her clothes away from her skin, fighting the magic that held it against her skin. It became a fun game for him, trying to peek at the pale skin beneath, explore it with his hands, taste it with his tongue. Running his lips across the top of her breasts, Cecilia’s hips began to move on their own, her pace quickening.

The sparks increased in frequency, the mild shocks forcing Mike and Cecilia together, driving him deeper than ever. Every thrust completely lacked control, his body moving in time with the sparks. His breathing was ragged, but Cecilia was starting to gasp for air, her breasts heaving with each breath.

“Oh, fuck!” Mike’s hands grabbed her ass, pulling her as close as possible. She squeezed him with her thighs, her lighter-than-air body starting to pull him upward. When she sat back on his cock, they both slammed into the ground causing Mike’s cock to drive even deeper into Cecilia.

It began as a low wail, Cecilia building steam as her orgasm approached. Her hands clutched his upper arms, nails digging into his naked flesh, her lower body quivering in anticipation. Her cries echoed back and forth across the cavern, the cave itself becoming a giant amplifier. Mike feared that if she screamed, he would go deaf, but his fears were mitigated by the sudden fire blossoming deep inside his stomach. His balls ached, drawing up into his body, and he yanked down on Cecilia, fighting to bury himself in her. Her hips bucked, and her cries started to rise in pitch.

“Please! Please don’t!” Mike grabbed her by the hips, thrusting wildly. “I’m so close, please don’t disappear!”

“Don’t worry,” she said, a grin on her lips. “This time it’s all about you.” She closed her eyes, grunting several times, forcing herself down onto his shaft hard enough that he bottomed out inside of her, his ass slamming into the rock beneath. Each grunt was punctuated by a sudden tightness inside of her as well as a spark of lightning that jumped from her to Mike or the cave itself. Gasping for air, she smiled at him as she rode him, leaning back so that he could see her properly, watch the place where they were joined, see his huge duck sliding in and out of her glistening, wet pussy.

“Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!” MIke came, the fire inside of his belly launching deep inside the banshee. He grabbed her around the waist, holding her in place so that he could push into her with all his might!

“Oh god, it’s so warm. It’s so warm!” Cecilia’s whole body crackled with energy, and MIke watched in amazement as her ivory skin suddenly glowed with color, radiating up and out from her waist. She was no longer light, her body sinking down onto him as flesh and bone. The color spread to her face, and her featureless, white eyes were suddenly glittering emeralds, her white hair turning a crimson shade of red.

“Cecilia?” MIke asked, but she was lost to him, gasping and groaning as she used the lubrication of his load to ride him like the world was ending. Her hands grabbed at his shoulders for purchase, her hair rising from the electrical charge between them.

The scream that came from her mouth was that of a human, not a monster. The magic that burst from her, however, fed directly into Mike. His dick suddenly rock hard again, he pushed Cecilia backward, pulling out of her long enough to flip her on her stomach.

“MIke” She shrieked as he penetrated her from behind. “Oh god, Mike!” Her fingers clawed at the stony floor, and she shoved her ass back into him so abruptly that his balls slapped against her clit. “MIKE!” She came, her whole body spasming on the floor.

“GAH!” The electricity swirled up through his body, streamers of current dancing off his head and shoulders. Sinking his fingers into her ass, he pounded her as quickly as he could. The cave, insulated by the rock, bounced the energy back and forth between them. Cecilia rolled Mike on his back to ride him one last time, sweat pouring down her face, her clothing in disarray. She lay down against his body, her breasts pushed against his chest, her hips twitching with her final orgasm. Whispering sweet words to him in a foreign tongue, she fell asleep against his chest.

Mike wrapped an arm around her, pulling the blanket close. He stared in wonder at the beauty in his arms, watching in amazement as the color slowly left her, her blazing red hair going white again. She became cool to the touch, but he welcomed the sensation. Her body became lighter and lighter until she faded away in the glittering light, leaving Mike behind with a smile on his face and a new memory.

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They stepped together through the portal, the forest of the greenhouse fading away as the sun’s light took over. The backyard was littered with giant craters and stone piles, the grass and soil torn apart all over the place.

“What happened here?” Mike asked.

“Complications,” Cecilia replied. “I’ll let the others tell you all about it.”

Shaking his head, Mike limped along the corridor behind the house. The Mandragora vines were completely gone now, leaving behind grooves in the surrounding bushes where they used to be.

“Are these arrows?” Mike knelt to pick one up. The dense metal tip was cold in his fingers.

‘Crossbow bolts.” Cecilia opened her mouth to say something else, but it was lost in the sudden crunch of Abella landing on the ground between them.

“Mike!” Abella wrapped him up in her arms, squeezing. He felt every bone in his back pop, grunting out loud as he struggled to push the gargoyle away.

“Can’t…breathe!” He hissed. Abella’s marble features darkened, and she set him down.

“I’m sorry,” she began, but Mike put a finger to her lips.

“I’m glad to see that you’re okay too,” he told her, planting a light kiss on her lips. “Where’s Tink?”

“Goblin wife work hard to fix house!” Tink limped around the corner, her left foot bandaged heavily and stuck inside of a small bucket.

“Tink. What on earth is that about?”

“Tink keep banging foot. Bucket make good idea, no more swear at furniture.” Clunking her way toward him, Tink wrapped her arms around his waist, dropping a hammer, a handful of nails, and a handsaw all at once. Patting her head, he could feel the moisture of her tears soaking through the front of his shirt.

“I’m glad you’re oka — ow!” Tink had bitten his forearm. “What the hell was that for?”

“Bite for scaring Tink! No fight nasty witch lady by yourself anymore.” Tink looked up at him. “Bite for you to remember.”

“Oh yeah?” Mike asked, kneeling down so they were face to face. He gave her a hug, then bit her shoulder. Tink yelped in surprise. “That’s for scaring me. We’re even.”

“Mike make good goblin husband.” Smiling, Tink picked up her tools. “Tink go patch front porch roof before it rains.”

Mike smiled, watching Tink scurry off, the bucket on her foot clanking against the ground. There was only one more person he needed to see, and it could wait no longer.

Abella helped him the last thirty yards to the fountain proper. He saw her there, standing on the surface of the water, tiny pink bubbles floating all around her body, the fountain spraying streams of water that altered course in mid-air, forming a giant heart above the nymph. Blue-green hair waved in the wind, and she wore a simple white gown that hugged every piece of her body as if it was a second skin.

“Naia.” Her name was like the ending of a prayer, a wish he never knew he was allowed to make. He stepped into the fountain, leaving Cecilia and Abella behind. Nothing about the house was normal, nor was there anything normal about the people living there, himself included. She held her hand out for him, and when he took it in his own, he felt that spark, the magical connection between them that he instantly recognized as their souls recognizing each other. As much as she was part of him, he was part of her, and nothing in the world was ever going to change that.

“Welcome home, lover.” Smiling, she placed her lips against his, his body instantly warming to her touch. They kissed, his arms around her waist, hers around his neck. The water of the fountain swirled around them, forming a vortex of magic, love, and peace. Breaking the kiss, he gazed into those sapphire eyes that he loved so much, his fingers dropping to her waist.

“Thanks. It’s good to be home.”

At its heart, this has always been a story about a man finding his place in a world where he just doesn't fit in. In a way, this tale has become a metaphor for how I have found a home here on this website. Words cannot properly express how you have all made me feel, and I love you all the more for it. Don't forget to rate this chapter, comment, or send me a note if you really liked it. I promise I read them all, even if I don't always respond (not enough free time for writing stories and letter responses).

For those of you noticing some loose story threads, I have hidden some secrets going all the way back to Chapter 1 that will become threads to follow for the (many) chapters to come. Who did all those books in the garage belong to? Will Tink get her goggles back from the minotaur? What is going to happen with the Society? If you enjoyed this story so far, you are going to love the surprises I have in store for you as I keep moving forward.

Take care of one another!

Annabelle