Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 009

"Right, well, I've come as a representative for the Historical Preservation Society. I was hoping we could talk about the house." She smiled, walking away from him, her ass swaying back and forth dramatically with each step.

"I don't remember you from the website," he told her, following close behind. He couldn't help but stare at the numerous buckles that were on her boots. Ordinarily, they were for show and a zipper could be seen on the back, but that didn't seem to be the case here.

"What website?" She smirked, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Oh, right. For the Society. I'm on there. I'm the Head of Community Outreach. I take care of potential problems with new acquisitions, that kind of thing."

"Look, I don't know how to tell you this, but the house isn't for sale."

"Oh? Why not?" Lily crossed her arms, pressing her breasts upward. She threw her shoulders back, pushing them forward even more.

"Doesn't matter. I'm not selling." Mike shook his head. "I told those other two the same thing when they dropped by."

"I assure you that I'm the only one who has dropped by, Mr. Radley." The gap between them had closed, and he realized he was staring at the crease between her breasts. His mouth was suddenly dry, his heart beating faster. "As for acquiring the house, instead of a sale, maybe we could come to another arrangement?"

"I'm not sure what that arrangement would be. I intend to live here."

"Maybe let me organize a field study? Have some of the others come here, check things out. They've been dying to see the inside, but the estate company wouldn't let them in."

"I'm not sure how that will help," Mike said, realizing that Lily was suddenly only a foot away. The way her dark eyes sparkled was overwhelming, and she had cocked her hip to one side, extending her leg to the side. "I mean, letting people in won't really give them what they want."

"But it would give me what I want." Her voice was husky, her dark red lips suddenly all he could see. "All I need is a start, a foot in the door." A slender finger touched his chest, drawing tiny circles on his chest. "Maybe it sounds strange, but I would be eternally grateful." The way she said eternally sent chills down his spine, but his cock was reacting to her touch. Despite his lack of interest, there was a part of him that wanted to know just how grateful.

He was getting hard. His cock rose in his pants, Lily's face breaking into a broad smile, her eyes never leaving his. She licked her lips hungrily, lips that begged to be kissed, licked, and even fucked.

You're so disgusting! His mother's voice was stronger than ever, reverberating through his being. The past few days had silenced her voice, bringing him overdue peace. Now, having discovered that his mind had fractured, she had a newfound strength, a way of terrifying that little boy who still hid deep inside, the one that thought he had finally found love and acceptance.

"You're much cuter in person," Lily told him, her fingers trailing down his body. "I think we could come to a mutual-" Her face suddenly became a frown, his cock going completely limp. She looked at his crotch, disbelief on her face.

"You need to go," he told her. Lily's face was frozen in disbelief as he pushed her gently to the front of the house. "And tell those assholes at the Society that I have no interest in ever letting them near this place."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Flabbergasted, Lily could only sputter at him when he shut the door in her face.

-

Night had fallen, and Mike paced the house, wandering from room to room with no direction. He uncovered furniture, opened drawers, attempting to reconcile the idea that he really might have to leave. A gigantic hole had formed in his gut, one that he feared could never be filled. He had found something special in this house, something that made him a real person, no longer the damaged creature he had once been. He couldn't explain why, but he just knew that there was no way his brain had made everything up.

His mother's voice hounded him from room to room, louder than ever. A couple of times, he swore he could see her standing in the doorway, or walking out of sight down the hall. At first, he had thought she was one of his girls, his lovable monsters, but she constantly mocked him from out of sight.

"Why am I so damaged?" These words had floated around in his mind all day, migrating eventually to his lips. He found himself asking nearly every room this question, waiting for one of them to answer. He couldn't stay any longer, not if it meant his sanity, yet he knew that he couldn't go. To leave was to admit defeat, to admit defeat was to give up on the life he could have had.

He sat on his bathroom counter, staring at the empty tub across from him. It was huge, too big for any normal person to simply take a bath in. He couldn't believe that anybody in their right mind would build one so large, definitely wouldn't be reasonable for a single person to use it. He had never prided himself on being a man of too much imagination, and he knew for a fact that he needed to figure out, once and for all, if what he had experienced was real.

He turned the faucet knobs, watching the water emerge from the two, bronze handles. Water, hot and cold, flowed freely, filling the tub with great speed. Mike stripped off his clothes, testing the water with his foot to make sure it was the right temperature. Everything would need to be perfect if he wanted to see her again, to gaze upon Naia. He was living in a world where nothing made sense anymore, other than the fact that he could still feel her presence, like a fading dream.

He sat in the middle of the tub, watching the water climb to his waist, then his chest. The tub was deep, swallowing him up in its vast size. He turned the faucets off, blinking sadly at the faucets. She still hadn't come.

Yet something about the water gave him pause. Staring at its rippling surface, he could sense a kinship, a bond that had yet to be broken. Whether Naia had been real or not was no longer the issue-he fully believed that Naia existed, even if she was just a shattered fragment of his mind. Nothing made sense anymore, the whole world simply didn't feel real. Sinking below the water's surface, he kept his eyes open, watching the outside world ripple in place, his head sinking below the water's surface, exchanging the cold, harsh reality of air for the warm, quiet tomb of water.

Naia, he thought, sending his heart into the universe. Please come back to me.

Letting his breath out was the easy part. The bubbles rose from his mouth, dancing in circles on their way to the surface. Sinking to the bottom, he forced the air from his lungs, ready to take a huge step forward into the unknown. He had no idea where he was going, but he did know one thing.

He could no longer live without them.

He drew water into his lungs, fire filling his chest. The world around him dimmed, his arms thrashing to the side. To his surprise, it didn't hurt nearly as much as he thought it would, the sudden intake of water.

She appeared before him, a shimmering image covered in light. Naia placed her lips to his, breathing life into his lungs and pulling out what he had inhaled. Mike threw his arms around her, refusing to let go. Naia lifted him above the water, holding him tightly against her naked body. The last trickle of water left him, and Mike took in a deep breath of air.

"Naia!" He crushed her in his arms, afraid that if he let go, she would disappear. She held him back, ignoring the tears that ran down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry I scared you," she told him, stroking his hair. "It wasn't up to me, I promise."

"What happened?" Mike asked. "It was like I went back in time, and nobody could remember anything, and everybody was gone."

"Well, not anymore." Naia smiled, placing a kiss on his forehead. "It was the Geas again. Something happened to the house, and the Geas is responsible. It erased everything to protect us, but you broke the spell."

"Wait, so everything is back to normal?" Mike asked.

"It will be." Naia grinned. "The Geas released me because your death endangered the house. I think I can use my magic to reverse everything that has happened, and then the others can come back."

"Oh thank God!" Mike hugged her again. "Please, let's get started! I'll do anything!"

"I know you will." Naia slid a finger down his chest, twirling it in circles through his pubes.

"I'm going to need you to do something for me first."

"I think I can do that. But first, can I just lay on you for a bit?"

"Why?" Naia's smile vanished, then reappeared.

"I just need a couple of minutes. To feel you against me, to make sure you really are real." He guided her to the edge of the tub, laying back against her. His head between her breasts, staring at the ceiling, he let out a sigh. "When I thought you were gone, it broke my heart."

Naia was silent, her hands running through his hair. Mike ran his hands down her leg, sighing at how smooth they felt. They sat this way for several minutes, the gentle sloshing of water the only sound that could be heard.

"I was strangely okay with being crazy." Mike broke the silence, his hands squeezing Naia just above her kneecaps. "I was even okay with dying. But somehow, no matter what I did to come to terms with things, my mind kept slipping back to you." He reached over his head, twirling her hair with his fingers. "I can't put my finger on it, but it was almost like you were just out of sight this whole time."

"Well I'm here now, lover." Naia stroked his forehead. "And the others can come back too, whenever you are ready." A hand moved across his stomach now, tracing his scars, moving lower to stroke the head of his penis. "I can make it all better."

"Maybe it's time we make it better." Mike rolled over, kissing Naia on the lips. She held him against her, his hands squeezing her breasts while her hands found him beneath the surface, teasing his cock and tugging gently on his balls. Mike sighed, leaning back to reveal that his large erection had broken the surface of the water. "It's time we bring everybody back."

Eyes gleaming, Naia leaned forward, taking him into her mouth. Her tongue slid around his cock effortlessly, stroking it from within, her teeth just teasing the edges of his cock's head. Mike stroked her hair, watching her bob up and down on his cock, getting him nice and slippery.

Naia pulled her mouth off of him. "You like that, don't you lover?" She teased his opening with a finger.

MIke nodded, gazing deep into her eyes, seeking that magical connection once again. His heart beat wildly in his chest, Naia twisting away from him to put her hands up on the edge of the tub. Looking back over her shoulder, she smirked at him.

"I want you to fuck me until I can't breathe," she said, waving her ass in his face. "I want to feel your balls slamming against my ass like you are going to die if you can't make me cum. I want to be filled until my stomach swells, so full of your cum that... what's wrong?"

Mike's eyes were narrow, the whole world spinning around him. He had found it in that singular moment of weakness, a gap in realities code, the information he needed to connect all of the pieces together.

"I bet you want me to fuck your asshole too, don't you?" He asked, tracing her cheeks with one hand. Naia smirked, wiggling her ass beneath his hands.

"Of course I do, lover. I want you to fuck my ass until I can't stand." She pressed her ass toward him, enticing him forward. "This ass is all yours, it was made for you."

"Who the fuck are you?" Mike asked. The walls of the bathroom were suddenly too bright, the water around him suddenly gone.

"Fuck," Naia swore, her eyes glowing red before the universe exploded.

-

Mike sat up in bed, clutching the sheets, his whole body in a cold sweat. At his side, Tink was out cold, the goblin clutching part of his pillow. He tried shifting his legs, but something heavy was holding them down.

"You weren't supposed to wake up," she told him, perched at the foot of the bed. "Almost nobody wakes up."

"Who the fuck are you?" Mike asked, his voice nearly a growl.

"Hmm. I think you know already." Crawling toward him, the moonlight illuminated her features. A tight red top beneath a corset, long wings above her tiny frame, she practically glowed when she smiled. He recognized her Crimson eyes hungrily appraised him, and her hand found his hard dick beneath the blankets. "I was sent here to kill you. Don't worry though-it won't hurt."

It suddenly made sense. The paperwork with the garbled text, his computer wouldn't work. His mother's ghostly presence. Common denominators in all of his dreams. He recognized Lily as the Society woman who had come to the house. "Tink, wake up!"

"Oh, there's nothing she can do. She will sleep until morning." Behind Lily, a dark shadow moved. Coming into the light, Mike felt the blood leave his face.

"Holy fuck!" He watched the scorpion tail twitch back and forth, his whole body going cold. "Abella! Naia!"

"Night night." The tail struck, hitting Mike in the shoulder. His whole body went numb, and he fell backward on the bed. Lily crawled on top of him, her smiling face inches from his.

"Why?" He asked.

"They want the house. It's nothing personal." Though Mike's body was paralyzed, there was one part of it he could still feel. Lily teased his cock through his boxers, pulling it out into the light. "But there's no reason we can't have some fun." Her tail struck again, and Mike felt the room spin, sinking back into darkness.

-

"What happened?" Mike was in his bedroom, but he knew it wasn't his. It no longer felt right.

"What happened is that you're a tough nut to crack." Lily's voice came from behind the mirror in the bathroom. She stood there with a broad smile. "I thought for sure that you would try to fuck Beth. Or even the pizza girl. But I was so surprised when you turned me down. It really got me thinking." She wandered out of view, disappearing behind the glass.

"Hey. Hey!" Mike ran around the corner of the wall, nearly colliding with the bedroom door when it opened, knocking him to the ground. He slid across the floor, the whole room tilting to one side, colliding with the bed.

"I was hoping to do this the easy way." Lily walked toward him, unbothered by the sudden, steep incline of the floor. "Sneak into your dreams, poke around a bit, and then fuck you senseless. I was pretty thrown by the Geas-it took me over an hour to reconstruct Naia from your memories. It was almost like someone had padlocked all the information in your brain away, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't dig up any info on this house. Your obsession with the nymph though, that was special."

"What are you doing?" Mike asked, hanging on to the bed. He couldn't get his feet underneath him, constantly slipping on the tilted floor.

"This is the Dreamscape. You can think of it like astral projection. Right now, it's your soul versus mine. Nobody in or out until we do this the hard way." Lily smiled, licking her lips. "You see, I just need your cum to complete the transaction. I was hoping to get you off in your sleep, swallowing your seed and your life force with it. The fact that you broke free though, that makes you special." Lily grabbed a handful of her bountiful breasts, jiggling them in her hands. "Do you like what you see?"

"No." It was a lie, but Mike's life was on the line. Lily was, in fact, very pretty. "You aren't going to get away with this, the others will come eventually."

"That's the beauty of the Dreamscape, Time flow differently here, as fast or a slow as I want. You've been asleep just over an hour, but it felt like days for you, didn't it?" Lilly circled the bed, the room tilting away from her as she moved. Mike swore to himself, fighting to keep a grip on the bed.

"So what, you're going to kill me? Looks like you have the upper hand here."

"It's not that simple." Lily's tail curled beneath her, and she sat on it, crossing her legs and balancing in place. "I could kill you here, but you wouldn't die. You could wake up, or go somewhere else and I would find you. You see, you and I have hit a bit of a problem."

"You are the problem." Mike let go of the bed, sliding across the floor until he collided with the wall. He was trapped in the corner now, but at least he was standing.

"You see, I need you to be a good boy and cum for me. I'm under contract to suck out your soul and return to my Master. I've done this dozens of time." Lily pulled a nail file from thin air, twirling it in her hand. "However, I can't kill you until you fuck me. That's demonology 101. If I take a mortal life outside of the bounds of my contract, I end up as dust, a victim of the Divine. If you don't fuck me, I have to trap you here for roughly six years, or until the poison I hit you with wears off."

"What happens then?" Mike asked.

"Well, you will wake up, realize that about thirty minutes have passed in the real world, and I stab you again." Lily was now using the nail file, examining her handiwork. "We do this all night, and eventually you wake up. However, you and I are connected now. Next time you fall asleep, the cycle restarts. I can guarantee that you will go mad trying to discern reality from fiction-I have grown quite good at it." Lily blew dust off of the file, tossing it away. It struck the floor with a PING and vanished. "This place isn't a normal dream. I wasn't able to trap you there. Creatures like me don't have souls, in a traditional sense. I had to come here personally, to the Dreamscape, dragging your soul with me the whole way."

"Why tell me all this?" Mike asked. "Why not just get it over with?"

"To answer the second question, consent. If you consent, then I am allowed to do whatever it takes to get you to cum, and I get your soul in return when you do."

"And the first?"

Lily shrugged. "You're the first man in a very long time that didn't jump at the chance to fuck me. I find that fascinating. You are definitely the first non-magical being to catch on that you were inside of a dream. I still haven't figured out how you caught on."

"We all have our secrets." Mike pushed on the wall next to him. In his mind, he knew it shouldn't budge, logic dictated that it was impossible. Yet, the Dreamscape was already having an odd effect on him. Giving the wall a shove was somehow second nature, and the harder he pushed, the more the world tilted to match. Spinning the whole room from the inside, he was able to make it moderately level.

"Well done!" Lily clapped her hands. "I wondered how long it would take you."

"Dream logic," Mike said. "The normal rules don't apply, and the less I think about it, the better."

"You are right, they don't." Lily uncrossed and recrossed her legs. Between those dark, thigh high boots was a void that called to him. "But the rules can change in an instant. I'm afraid that I've had way more practice than you." She stood up, her tail straightening out, then whipping dramatically behind her.

"What's with the tail?" Mike asked. "That's not how I pictured it."

Lily laughed. "Yeah, well the first man who tried to draw a succubus couldn't picture it right either." Her tail curled up against her waist where she could grab the head of it. On closer inspection, Mike realized how phallic it suddenly seemed. "One strike, and your whole body goes completely numb, and you are unable to move. The second strike makes you hard as a rock. I get you off in your sleep, and take just enough of your soul that nobody ever notices."

"How does nobody notice a piece of their soul missing?" Mike asked.

"Simple. It's that little part of you that remembers your childhood, or maybe that piece of you that cracked when your best friend drank his life away and put a shotgun in his mouth. Your soul is kind of like a spiritual memory-I can take away a day, and it eventually gets filled with something else."