Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 013

"They sent an elemental in after him," Daryl, seated beside her, added. His voice was gentle, his long fingers steepled before him. "Mike Radley was able to destroy it, somehow, causing the situation to escalate. We underestimated him."

Elizabeth nodded, grateful that he had spoken up. Daryl was a warlock fascinated with human biology, able to heal wounds, raise the dead, and create maddening creatures directly out of Chaos itself. He was easily one of the strongest magic users there, and hopefully, it sounded like he was on her side.

"And what happened next?" The shadow at the end of the table shifted - clearly the High Priest's attention was on the real world as well; he appeared to be in the middle of dining, a shadowy goblet raised to his lips.

"We decided that the best course of action would be to eliminate him discreetly. Despite any power he has already amassed, his mind would be incapable of withstanding a spiritual assault." Elizabeth shivered, fighting to hide the chill up her spine, afraid to speak the next few words. "So we utilized the succubus."

Whispers around the table were exchanged, and immediately ceased. The shadow at the other end of the table darkened, the light in the room visibly dimming.

"Where is my succubus?" he asked.

Elizabeth shook her head. "I used the Heart to send her after Mr. Radley and promptly locked it away. My daugh - Sarah removed it from the safe for observation while I slept. When I woke up in the morning, I found that Sarah, the Heart, and a few other magical implements had gone missing."

"I see." The shadow leaned on the table, the frost spreading from his fingertips and the wood creaking dangerously beneath his hands. "And have we located her?"

"Attempts have been made," Daryl announced. "I myself have cast several locator spells, both on the missing objects and on Sarah herself."

"And?" The voice was impatient, and a few of the others scooted away from the table, making room for the potential outburst to come.

"The bracelet is gone, its magic spent. There exists no further trace of it on this plane." Daryl paused, sipping water from his chalice. He appeared unshaken by the shadow's anger. "I tracked the other magic to the grounds of the home, but was unable to penetrate the magical barrier of the Geas around it. The wand, the dagger, and Sarah never emerged from that place.."

More mumbling around the table. Each of those things was irreplaceable, but the dagger more so. As far as any of them knew, there wasn't another like it.

"And my succubus?" The High Priest asked.

"I fear she is yours no longer. The tracking spell I used came up empty, so I used the Infernal Mirror to try and find her," Daryl continued, seemingly nonplussed at the High Priest's scrutiny. The Infernal Mirror was one of the greatest objects in their possession; long ago, the Society had managed to summon and trap a Greater Demon inside, one capable of answering any three simple questions asked of it once every lunar cycle. "When I discovered the loss of the Heart, I asked if Lily's pact was still intact. The Mirror informed me that she is no longer pacted to you."

A shadowy hand slammed down onto the table, the room shaking as a small earthquake rocked the table. "And your second question?"

"I asked the Mirror to tell me the name of the person Lily is indentured to, and the Mirror laughed." Daryl shook his head. Everyone knew that laughter meant that the demon had found a way to avoid answering, a fault in the question itself. This also wasted the question. "Unless Lily has been destroyed, I am at a loss. Something has happened outside of my understanding regarding this manner, and I defer to your guidance."

"And your third question?" Activating the Mirror meant asking all three questions at once. The Society members leaned in with interest.

"I asked the Mirror if Sarah still lived," Elizabeth said, her steady gaze on the High Priest. It was not the question the others would have asked, and she knew they judged her for it. "The Mirror laughed again."

More mumbling at the table, low whispers that sounded like a bundle of snakes. Elizabeth stared straight ahead at the shadow, wondering what its reaction would be.

"I believe this matter will require more personal attention," the High Priest said, the temperature in the room dropping. "Something more than simply going to the house and threatening the Caretaker. Kali and Sebastien. I want you to travel to the States and assist Elizabeth and Daryl with recovering the dagger and my succubus. Find somebody who has already been in the house, someone who has been invited. They are the key to breaching the barrier of the Geas."

Two of the shadows at the table nodded, their full attention on their leader.

"And Mike Radley?" Daryl asked.

"If the opportunity comes, kill him. But take no chances." The High Priest faded from view, the lights in the room brightening as he left. His final instructions echoed along the walls, half command, half warning.

"And find my succubus!"

-

Wiping sweat from his brow, Mike squinted up at the setting sun. He and Tink had made quick work installing the new decking on the front porch, establishing a rhythm where Tink would lay one plank and set it with a single screw, and then Mike would put in the next three while Tink measured, cut, and set the next board. Luckily the day had been relatively cool, but Mike's shoulders were sore from working for the last three hours, and he was thirsty.

Standing, he walked inside to refill his water bottle, sucking greedily at the cool fluid, and wondering if he should start thinking about making dinner. He had defrosted some burger meat, which would go perfect on the little gas grill he had purchased and put out back near the fountain. Burgers were simple enough, he decided, strolling out the back to preheat the grill. Tink would hardly even notice his absence - the little goblin was a workhorse, and would soldier on without him.

Naia floated lazily in her fountain, watching tiny birds land in the upper basin to bathe. A stray duck had taken up residence in the fountain, swimming quiet circles around the nymph and quacking softly to her. Several small animals had begun making daily pilgrimages to the fountain, drinking and bathing in its waters. Mike's presence didn't seem to bother them in the least, and on more than one occasion he had heard Naia singing to them. She was like a storybook princess, and Mike wondered if someday a prince would come and steal her away from him.

"How is it going out front?" Naia asked. Unable to leave her fountain or the enchanted tub in his bathroom, she was bound to her spring.

"Good. Tink will probably finish in the next hour without me." Mike knelt beneath the grill, turning on the gas. "Once the porch is done, we can get the trellis in and work on replacing those bushes."

"Sounds like you've been working hard." The nymph vanished beneath the water, reappearing moments later, the fabric of her dress clinging to her breasts. "Maybe you should take a break?"

Mike chuckled. "I suppose I might be up for some rest and relaxation. I warn you though, I stink." Clicking the starter on the grill, he heard it roar to life.

Naia laughed, a sound like tiny bells. "Maybe I don't mind how you smell?"

"I think you're about to find out." Walking toward the fountain, Mike lifted his shirt over his head, temporarily losing sight of where he was going. Without warning, two powerful hands grabbed him around the waist, yanking him straight up in the air. Crying out in alarm, he heard Naia laugh in response. The flight was brief and tumultuous before he was gently set down on a hard surface.

"What the fuck?" Pulling his shirt back down, he realized that he was now on the roof of the house between two turrets. This portion of roof was very slightly sloped, but flat, and appeared to be reinforced with metal.

"I didn't mean to startle you." A powerful tail wrapped around his waist, turning him in place. He was staring into the dark eyes of Abella, the house gargoyle. "Naia was supposed to lure you out into the open for me, but I didn't expect you to start stripping down already."

"Lure me out into the open?" Mike asked, looking down off the roof he realized he could see part of the fountain and most of the garden around it. The old iron gate that separated the back yard from the forest was the only part of the wall around the property that wasn't made of stone. "Why?"

"I've been watching you all day. Seeing you work. Watching you sweat." The powerful creature before him looked at her hands, her fingers weaving together and apart. "Naia told me I needed to be more forward with you, but it's been so hard to get you alone since last week."

Mike knew exactly what she was talking about. Ever since the incident with Sarah, Cecilia or Tink were always by his side as a precaution. Abella's body was made of stone, which meant she couldn't easily come inside the house without potentially damaging the floor. Looking across the roof, Mike realized that Abella's usual perches were reinforced with steel beams that had been painted to match the wood.

"Get me alone for what?" He held back a grin, watching the gargoyle for a response. Her stony skin darkened, a color that traveled down her neck and across her upper chest. When her wings were folded in, she appeared to be wearing a soft grey cloak, but recently he could tell that she had adjusted her wings to reveal more of her cleavage.

"I watch you all the time, from above. And sometimes it makes me think of that time we, you know..." Abella said shyly as she forced a smile. "And I was hoping we could maybe do that again."

"Go to the greenhouse?" He asked.

"No." Abella shook her head. "I want to have those... feelings again." The first time Mike had met Abella, she had rescued him from the Mandragora plant, which had hungrily dragged him into the greenhouse. The interior of the greenhouse was like a separate world, and the two of them had become stranded on a cliff side with an approaching storm. Her life force drained by the Mandragora, she had suggested a sexual coupling to transfer enough energy to her body to fly away to safety.

"I see." Mike reached out a hand to push a strand of jet black hair across her forehead. It felt stiff like hay, but yielded. "It seems like that was forever ago." Even though it had only been last week, he had been nearly killed on three separate occasions. Each time, Abella had been there for him, and perhaps he wasn't spending nearly as much time with her as he should be.

"Yes," Abella agreed. "Things have been pretty busy."

"Well, this time, we don't have a storm approaching." Moving in, he slid a hand around her waist. "So maybe we should take our time."

"Okay," she whispered, his lips finding hers. He had to take care, for though her skin yielded to his touch, it was still far tougher than his own flesh. She gently kissed him back, her tongue finding his, and one of his hands slid beneath her wings to caress her breasts. They were like giant stress relief balls, the flesh moving but requiring serious hand strength to do so. Mike squeezed them roughly causing Abella to moan into his mouth. Her breasts didn't have nipples, so he allowed his fingers to roam, squeezing them from beneath and then sliding across her stony flesh, his hands moving down to squeeze her ass.

"Mmh!" Abella moaned, Mike's hands squeezed the part of her ass attached to her tail, pushing in and massaging the base of it. She leaned into him, the weight of her knocking him back, and he held on, pushing back with all of his strength.

"Abella..." He was struggling to remain upright.

"Go with it." Pushing him back on the roof, Abella's body moved over his, her wings extending wide as she slid along his body. She fumbled with his belt, yanking on the buckle hard enough to break it before tugging down his pants.

Mike's cock, freed from its prison, bridged the gap between them. It rubbed along the base of her stomach, and she moved over him, her powerful thighs spreading out. Her mouth found his again, and she stroked him gently with one hand, teasing her own opening with his cock.

"Two can play at that," Mike said, rubbing her clit. Instead of two labia, Abella actually had three, forming a triangular opening that parted with a little difficulty due to the stiffness of her flesh. However, she was much softer on the inside, which Mike was reminded of as she shoved herself down on him.

"Oh fuck!" Her wings extended, flapping hard enough that both of them lifted off of the ground about a foot. Her powerful legs halted their descent, Mike's body held pinned between them. He could feel her restraint, her desire to ride him without limit, but they both knew if she did it, she would crush him.

"That feels so good," Mike told her, running his hands up her hips and down her thighs. She moaned softly into the breeze that had picked up along the roof, her voice carried away by the wind.

"You're so soft," Abella moaned, her hands on his chest, squeezing his pecs. "And you feel so smooth."

"Maybe I should grow a beard?" Mike suggested with a grin. Abella placed a finger at his lips, shushing him. Rocking back and forth, she played with herself, leaning back to give Mike a phenomenal view of his cock sinking into the gargoyle. Her powerful legs pistoned her up and down, and she squeezed her eyes shut, holding her breath as her breasts rose and fell with each sudden shift of her body.

"Oh... oh... OH!" Abella opened her eyes, staring up at the sky, her hips twitching as her fingers worked frantically at the upper fold of her pussy. Her large, ruby clitoris was fully exposed to the air now, and Mike could see it glowing with its own inner light. Abella let out a large, final gasp, and then sank all the way down on his cock, her body relaxing as she leaned forward, a smile on her face.

Abella kissed him, hard enough at first that he knew his upper lip was going to bruise. Softening her body, she sighed through her mouth into his, her tongue exploring his. She suddenly broke off the kiss, her obsidian eyes shining lustfully, "I want to taste you."

"Be my guest." He stood up, lowering his pants to his knees. Abella crouched, her legs easily locking in place so that his cock was at mouth level. Licking her lips, she licked gently around the head of his dick, getting it nice and wet. Mike shivered, the cool air across the sensitive skin of his glans almost too much. There was a breeze across the roof that he hadn't noticed before.

Abella leaned forward, sucking him in. Her lips worked their way up and down his thick shaft, and he started to butt up against the back of her throat. Abella didn't seem to mind, and Mike immediately wondered if gargoyles even had a gag reflex.

"Do you like that?" Abella asked, leaning away.

"I do." Mike smiled at her, stroking her jaw. "But I like it a bit rougher than that."

"Oh." Abella frowned. "I'm afraid I'll hurt you if I go any faster.."

"I have an idea." Mike placed his hands on the back of her head. Abella's whole body was made of stone, and she was extremely strong. "I want you to relax. Let me know if this is uncomfortable."

"Okay." Mike's dick slid back into her mouth, and he eased it in until he reached the back once more. Abella's body was suddenly rigid, and she didn't move an inch as he gently pumped himself into her face. Her tongue danced around the length of his shaft, and he began moving harder, thrusting in slightly deeper with each push. The gargoyle was unfazed, but her cheeks had darkened, and one of her hands was slowly massaging the outer folds of her pussy, exposing her ruby clitoris as she tugged gently on her lower lips.

"Oh, yeah, just like that." Mike moved faster, amazed at the gargoyle's resilience. She didn't budge, and he held on to the back of her head, shoving farther and farther. The back of her throat narrowed, his dick bending slightly to follow the path of her throat. She placed a hand on his hip to slow him down, adjusting her body and lowering her head so that her throat was parallel to his shaft.

"Try it now," she muttered around the sides of his dick. Mike pushed forward, his dick sliding past her tonsils and straight down her throat. He cried out in surprise - her throat was much warmer than the front of her mouth by several degrees, and the sudden temperature change made him tremble in delight. Abella moaned, sending vibrations through his entire dick, causing his balls to tighten up against his body.

"Oh shit!" He face-fucked the gargoyle relentlessly, holding onto her head for support, 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. Abella moaned, 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 grabbed Mike with both hands, pulling her mouth off his dick. Cum and saliva dripped from her mouth, pooling on the roof between them. Setting Mike down, she let out a single cry and lowered herself down onto her own tail, gripping the roof hard enough with her hands that she splintered the wood beneath her fingertips. Crying 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, kneeling to check on her. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," she told him breathlessly. "Oh gods, yes. You tasted so good in my mouth, I just couldn't take it anymore."

"Fucking your own tail, huh?" Mike grabbed the tip of her tail, struggling to lift it up. It was coated in her sticky, earthy smelling fluids.

"Oh gods, I'm so embarrassed!" Abella covered her face in her hands. "Please don't tell anybody you saw that?"

"Why? It makes sense, actually." Mike lovingly caressed Abella's thighs, sliding 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, its considered weird to fuck your own tail."

"I guess I'd have to have a tail to understand," Mike said, wiping sperm off her lips.

"Just, please don't tell," Abella told him.

"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." Mike kissed her on the lips. "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, taking off into the sky. Swooping back around with wings spread wide, she grabbed onto his shoulders and carried him back to the ground below.

-

Rumbling to a stop in her driveway, Dana turned her car off, spinning 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.