Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 015

Strangely, Mike had sounded relieved over the phone.

"That's what I'm worried about." Lance broke the silence, staring at her over the top of his glasses. "It's never a good sign when you can't account for yourself or your actions."

Beth nodded her agreement. She really had nothing to add.

"I thought about this long and hard over the weekend." Lance closed the file, setting it on the desk. "You've been an exemplar employee at this firm. The Radley account is our largest by far, and I worry that Mr. Radley will be extremely displeased to discover that we have misplaced any part of his estate. Frankly, I also worry that we may have to reimburse him for the lost assets, and we both know that could cost the firm a ton of money depending on what was auctioned off."

"I can talk to him about it. He seems pretty happy with just the house. Or I can try to recover the assets. Or even both. Whatever you want me to do, Mr. Ferguson." Beth's leg was twitching, and she pretended to sip from her coffee. Anything to keep it together, to avoid letting him see the tears that threatened to shove their way forward.

"I'm not going to bullshit you. I was tempted to take on this account personally." Beth immediately understood the underlying threat in his words. "But inspiration came to me in the form of a dream."

"A dream?"

Lance nodded. "Looking at all the account prep, estate taxes, these Historical Preservation nuts who fought us the whole way, it occurred to me that this was probably too much for a single person to take on. You are amazing at your job, but I think that maybe one person isn't amazing enough."

"So what are you thinking?"

"I hired you an assistant." Lance stood up and opened the door to the office. "This young lady approached our firm over the weekend, wondering if we had room for an intern. I thought it would be a great idea to pair her with you." He waved to somebody out in the lobby, standing aside as the soft click of heels approached. "What better way to see what all we do here than to pair her up with the woman who does everything? You are working too hard Beth, and I want the two of you to work together from now on. Give her the little tasks, keep yourself from burning out. You still have a bright future here, and I want to make sure you still have a shot at it."

The intern walked in the room. The first thing that Beth noticed about her was that she was just a bit over five feet tall. Her black hair was swept back into a thigh ponytail, and she wore a simple business suit with a pair of black glasses that made her look more like a sexy librarian than a law intern. She held a small leather briefcase in front of her, her red lips twisted into a playful smile.

"My name is Lily," she said, holding her hand out for Beth to shake. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

-

The sun was nearing its zenith, scattering shadows across the path in front of him. The last time Mike had walked along here, he had been held at wand-point, the witch behind him ready to vaporize him at a moment's notice. He had led her on with the promise of something called the Grimoire, a magical book that Sarah thought he had gotten ahold of. He had asked Naia about it, wondering if she had any knowledge of this magical book. The nymph told him no, then resumed giving him a handjob in the tub.

Sex. A month ago, the thought had been a foreign entity to him. The idea of even masturbating had wracked him with fear and guilt, but now it was like eating. Had he swung from one extreme to another? Was it now an addiction, having sex with the monsters in his house? He wondered what would happen if he decided to go without it, if he would fall apart as a human being, devolving into a lust filled creature willing to fuck anything.

No. It was something else. He could feel it inside his body, a peace that permeated his core. The idea of sex as a luxury, no different than wine or cigarettes, was wrong. Sex was a means of expressing affection, it was love, joy, trust, all of those things. He didn't need it to survive, didn't crave it as a means of holding power. Just like a married couple, the sex he had with all these women was an expression of their bond, something that brought them closer. Yet, because it was with so many different people, it was frowned upon, anathema to a functional society. Somewhere along the way, mankind had labeled sex as dirty, something to only be enjoyed a certain way with certain people.

Mankind was wrong. Mike firmly believed that. If only other people could feel what he did, experience what he had, maybe they, too, could find a similar peace.

Feeling rather proud of his profound thoughts, he pushed his way through the heavy leaves around him, stepping into the open clearing that housed the Mandragora. In the middle of the clearing, the main plant was sunk into a recess in the ground, a large bloom atop its thick stem. Up above, large pods swung gently in the breeze, and Mike kept a wide berth of them. Each pod was filled with a substance that, when inhaled, acted as a nuclear aphrodisiac. He and Sarah had fucked each other until physically exhausted, and then the Mandragora had consumed her.

"Where is the knife?" Mike asked, not expecting the Mandragora to answer him. The vines coiled around the clearing excitedly, making Mike think of an excited dog whose master had just come home. Nearing the main body of the plant, he circled the area, wondering where the dagger could have gotten to.

Wandering in circles, he was surprised to see the vines waving to him from one corner of the clearing, as if trying to get his attention. Walking toward them, he saw the hilt of the dagger sticking up from a flat, tire shaped stone in the dirt.

"Oh! Thank you!" He gave the vine nearest him a gentle scratch, and the whole clearing shuddered. Crouching down to get closer to the dagger, he felt his head and shoulders covered in the gentle pollen of the Mandragora. Looking up in alarm, he realized that the knife was firmly beneath one of the pods.

"Fuck!" He fell backward, trying to avoid any more of the glittery pollen, but it was too late. He was already sporting a massive hard on, his pants straining to contain it. Even worse, he had nothing to do with it, and he could already feel his upper mind shutting down. Gone were thoughts of the house, the knife, or anything else in between. He needed something to fuck, and he needed it now.

Behind him, the Mandragora rustled again, and the whole clearing shifted. He turned to face the sound, his cock already in his hand, stroking himself rapidly. The bud atop the Mandragora was glowing a fluorescent blue color, the casting an eerie light across the clearing. Giant petals opened, revealing that the inner petals were, in fact, pink in color. The flower itself now looked more like a comfortable bed, and the middle of the flower shifted, the pistil unraveling itself to stand before him. Long, blonde hair cascaded down the red and green skin of the woman inside, her body composed of leaves and petals. She beckoned to him from the middle of the flower bed, her features both familiar and alien at the same time.

Right now, Mike didn't give two fucks. He was already scrambling in the dirt, trying to get to his feet while squeezing his dick in one hand.

Her eyes were dark and mysterious, her whole body an amalgamation of different plants. Her skin had minor flaws that reminded him of the wrinkles on a sweet potato, or an unwashed carrot. Her breasts lacked nipples, instead coming to a pair of rounded points like the bottom of a turnip. She ran her hands along the sides of her body, slender fingers finding and toying with the soft, blonde curls below her hips. He nearly knocked her over, grabbing at her body out of desperation. She gazed into his eyes, her hands curling around the shaft of his dick, pumping up and down.

Mike sighed, his hands running across her flesh. She felt soft, like a regular woman, and he couldn't help but notice the pretty blue stone necklace around her neck. It prompted a memory that was quickly lost in the clouds of lust that had fogged his mind. 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 scrotum as well.

What started as an ordinary blowjob transformed into something else. Hundreds of tiny tongues danced along the surface of his cock, and the Mandragora sucked on him greedily, the pressure almost too much to bear. He fell on his back, pinned in place by not only the Mandragora hands, but some of the larger vines in the area that strapped him down to the bed. It wanted him restrained for some reason, and his fear was that the bud would eventually close around him, the plant consuming him once and for all.

Currently, in that moment, he was too horny to care, as long as the Mandragora kept sucking.

"Ah, fuck yeah!" He hollered, closing his eyes. The Mandragora had latched onto his penis, her head stationary while the inside of her mouth moved independently of her. He felt like he was plugged in to the ultimate blowjob machine. Her hands were massaging his legs, squeezing up and down his thighs as if she was trying to make certain that every drop of cum in his body was squeezed free. He tried to push himself even deeper into her mouth, but it was no longer physically possible.

The sensation of warmth on his dick changed. The tendrils were no longer focused on just the outside of his shaft. Tiny little tendrils now explored the opening of his cock, tickling him around the edges. It was like heat and electricity at the same time, his cock growing even larger inside her mouth. He was nearly in tears, that first orgasm ready to burst free, but something kept it from releasing. Those tiny tendrils had crawled inside his cock, were sliding gently into him, tickling him from the inside. His penis began to spasm, the cum trapped inside it, the Mandragora up to something. He felt it then, a sudden rush of warmth up into his body, and the small tendrils gently slid free.

She pulled her mouth off of him, leaving behind a gooey green trail of saliva. She turned around, bending over to reveal a gorgeous purple pussy. The lips of her sex looked exactly like the outside of a pitcher plant, and he knew exactly what kind of meal it wanted.

The vines released him and he sat up. His cock was the largest he had ever seen it. The Mandragora had acted as a giant penis pump, but that wasn't all. His balls were swollen, nearly the size of a fist. The skin of his scrotum was stretched tight and ached from within, the sensation of blue balls suddenly too much to ignore. Crawling toward the Mandragora, his penis started leaking a steady stream of precum. In the back of his mind, it occurred to him that the plant injected him with something to push his balls into overdrive.

Every fiber of his being demanded exploration of the Mandragora. He wanted to know how she tasted, what she liked, if he could make a plant cum. However, his being was no longer in charge. He was now ruled by the impossibly swollen member between his legs, an entity of its own, and it only had one desire.

The Mandragora arched her back. He planted his hands on her hips lifting himself up to just the right height. He sank his dick into her, discovering that, just like a pitcher plant, she had a small pool of liquid at the bottom that greeted him. They were instantly connected, the liquid flowing up into his body, his entire being consumed with one thought only.

FUCK.

He slammed himself into the Mandragora, ignoring any thought other than to push himself deeper with every thrust. Her whole body bent, flexing beneath his weight like the branches of a tree, and she let out tiny moans of her own, but he couldn't tell if they were from pleasure or the power of his thrusts. The veins along his body were turning green in color, whatever concoction the Mandragora slipped him taking full effect now. His fingers squeezed her ass, the flesh parting like blades of grass to allow him a better grip as the first orgasm struck, his very soul itself coiling up like a spring, only to release a flood of cum into the Mandragora.

The Mandragora let out a cry that sounded like a choir of angels, the clearing resonating with her song. Her whole body glowed like a giant firefly, the light of her body bright enough to see in the light of day. Vines coiled around the base of his penis, holding him in place, keeping every precious drop inside.

His orgasm spent, Mike relaxed, the sex pollen wearing off temporarily. He knew he only had a few moments of clarity and wondered what would happen if he ran. Those thoughts were lost when the Mandragora leaned forward, his moist cock slipping free of her. The pitcher plant pussy sealed itself shut, pulling itself up into her body only to be replaced by another.

"Oh God," he muttered, the pollen capturing him once more. His dick was suddenly rock hard again, his balls swollen with cum once more. He pulled her back against him this time, fucking her while they sat up. He grabbed her breasts from behind, marveling at how full and soft they felt. His fingers circled the necklace around her neck, getting caught in the chain. She rode him this way for several minutes, her hands massaging his balls, pressing on the skin just below them, massaging his prostate through his skin. When he came this time, he squeezed her breasts as hard as he could, screaming unintelligibly at the sky, the sensation of several ounces of cum leaving his body too much to bear. His hands slid away from her breast, the chain breaking in his fingers. He fell over backward, staring in wonder at the perfect globes of her ass. The pollen clearing away, he immediately recognized the curvature of her body.

"Sarah," he whispered, suddenly aware of the necklace in his hands. He stuffed it away in the pocket of his jeans, the sudden moment of clarity lost again when the Mandragora lifted her ass away from him, swaying from side to side, her pussy closing itself away and a new one blossoming in its place.

She rode him again, his mind lost in the flood of hormones and magic that had taken over his body. Every time he came, he thought that the ordeal was finally over, but the Mandragora kept going. It wasn't the fact that he had been pollinated that bothered him, or even the number of times they would fuck that scared him.

It's what would happen to him once they were finished. Would she fuck him until he died? Eat him? Would he become like Sarah, a vessel for the next hapless traveler?

No, it had to be something more. Something much bigger was going on here, but Mike could only think in two-minute increments, his balls swelling to an inordinate size despite blasting torrent after torrent of cum into the plant.

The sun crept across the sky, and a storm blew through. Lying on his back, he stared in wonderment at the perfect body above him as it arched its back one final time, its song reverberating in his very soul. Her belly was swollen now with the fruit of his efforts, looking easily seven months pregnant. He wondered if the wind would carry away his shriveled up body, wondered how it was even possible to cum as much as he had.

The Mandragora's face was a picture of serenity, her dark eyes closed. Her skin darkened to the color of bark, and she stood, turning to face the sun. The clearing went absolutely still, and the Mandragora stepped off of the giant flower bed they had used. The petals wilted, tiny glowing lights leaving their surface to gather around the living plant. She looked back one more time at Mike, her green face now covered in bark.

He expected it to say something, but no words came. Instead, the Mandragora disappeared into the foliage, taking its song with it.

A week ago, he had fucked to exhaustion. He never thought in his wildest dreams that he could ever be more tired. Today, however, had taught him that there was a new level of exhaustion to achieve. His limbs were cold, almost like his body had lost the ability to circulate blood. The pollen had finally worn off, and he was like a baby, completely weak and helpless.

He heard the rustling of leaves behind him. He tilted his head back to see someone step free of the trees around the clearing. Suddenly aware of how cold the ground felt beneath him, his consciousness faded away.

-

Beth sat across from the intern, frowning at her computer screen. She had come in today fully expecting to be either fired or demoted, but now she was saddled with a young woman that some of the men in the office had trouble keeping their eyes off of.

In a way, Beth wanted to hate her. Hate the idea that her boss thought she was so incompetent that Beth could no longer work alone, hate the idea that she could potentially be training her replacement. At the same time, however, Lily was extremely competent. Within minutes of returning to her office, the intern had helped her reorganize the Radley file paperwork, and, using a MacBook of her own, had gone through the companies record to streamline all the data.

"You're really good with computers," Beth had noted.

"Thanks. The last guy I was with was a whiz with them. I picked up a few of his tricks." Something about the way Lily smirked when she spoke told Beth there was more to the story. Maybe someday she would ask.

The Radley file's main issues stemmed from not only the size of the estate but the way it had been set up to be self-sustaining. Accounts had been put in place to pay the taxes on not just the house, but the random parcels of land that were owned worldwide. Beth was waiting for Mike to fully settle in before she revealed the true enormity of the estate. Emily had been very adamant that everything was extremely by the book in regards to ensuring that none of the estate was parceled out.

And that was where the true challenge of maintaining the Radley estate lie. The Historical Society made the most noise, and even Beth found their desire for the house on the verge of obsession. There were at least three other groups attempting to purchase, recover, or seize property in other locations. A rancher in Oregon kept attempting to acquire a ten-mile section of the forest through his lawyer, a bastard of a man who liked to refer to Beth over the phone as Sweetie. Then there was a patch of land on Hawaii that the natives felt should become theirs once more since Emily had passed. It wasn't even useable land, surrounded by miles of forest in the middle of Oahu's caldera. An island off the coast of Ireland was home to some beautiful castle ruins that a resort wanted to scoop up for themselves, and Beth could hardly blame them. The ocean views from the cliffs were spectacular.

Such care and dedication over the last couple of years to making certain that these assets were rightfully passed on to the proper heir, and somehow she had fucked up and missed a storage unit.

"Here." Lily set some coffee in front of Beth.