Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 021

"You piece of shit," she said, but Mike gave her a light slap. Her cheeks were ablaze, and he started to slap her again. Her eye flashed, and he grabbed her face instead of hitting her, pulling his mouth to hers. She moaned loudly, biting her own lip once he stopped. "Fucking ass."

"Conceited bitch." He pushed her face again, and she swung away. Moving to a better position, he let her swing into him, his fingertips moving past her ass and rubbing against her outer folds.

"For someone who hates humans so much, you sure are pretty wet." He shifted his hand to a better position. When Sofia cried out before he could finger her, he slapped her ass instead. The thought that he was making her experience multiple sensations at once had him rock hard. He felt a tugging at his pants, and looked down to see Blue trying to free his cock.

"That's not for you," he told her, swatting her away. She blew a loud raspberry at him, and turned into a fairy light, hovering over the proceedings. He alternated between lightly fingering Sofia and swatting her, either with his hand or the whip. He didn't always change course, sometimes following through to keep Sofia off guard. Her eye glowed fiercely, and Mike wondered if thirty seconds was enough that she was experiencing multiple outcomes. She no longer swore at him, what few words she spat coming in unintelligible bursts. Sometimes she would swing around so that he was facing her, and he discovered her breasts were just as sensitive. Squeeze, slap, or pinch, there was plenty of real estate for him to utilize.

"You fuck," Sofia told him. Mike gently pulled on one of her nipples, then spun her around. Careful where his hands went, he pulled her ass toward him, inhaling the salty scent of her swollen labia.

"Let's switch it up." Mike buried his face in her cheeks, his tongue working circles around her snatch. Sofia bucked, and the game intensified. He would start nibbling her clit, then switch to fingering her at the last second. He would slap her ass instead of squeezing it. Sofia's whole body went rigid multiple times, and every time he would completely change his tactics as a result of it. Every spasm brought with it a whole flood of fluids.

"Let... me... cum," Sofia cried out. Mike realized now that she was experiencing orgasms in the future, orgasms that he kept bypassing by changing his behavior to fuck with her. Her whole body went rigid again, and he stood up, slapping her ass with the vines hard enough that she yelped.

"Beg for it," Mike told her.

"I'm not going to beg... fuck!" Sofia stiffened when Mike gave her a push and held out two fingers, waiting for her body to swing back and impale itself on his hand. At the last second, he moved his hand away, cracking down on her ass with his hand hard enough that he left a handprint. He repeated the process again, this time with the intention of curling his fingers tightly against her g-spot and pulling hard enough to swing her farther up. Sofia screamed, but this time he stepped out of the way at the last second, watching her writhe and squirm.

"Beg." He playfully slapped at her breasts with the vine.

"No!" Sofia snarled at him, so he gave her nipple a playful pinch, her expression softening instantly.

"Then I might just leave you like this." Mike stepped back, savoring the expression on her face. However, the angry glare she was giving him gave him a fantastic idea. "You know, I've been doing all the work here. I imagine you just sit around on your lazy ass in that Library all day long."

"Don't you dare," she said. Mike ignored her, pulling his cock out. He was impressed to see how wide her eye could get at the sight of it. He gave it a couple of gentle pumps, making sure it was nice and hard for her.

Above him, Blue let out a cheer.

"You know the magic word. If you want to be a quitter, that is." He stood in front of her, one hand on the back of her head, pulling her close to him. He cracked her lightly on the ass, and she cried out, her hot breath tickling the bottom of his cock. "Here's the new game. You suck, or I whip." He smacked her playfully, the vines spreading out just right to hit both ass cheeks. "You suck, or I pinch." He cupped one of her copious breasts, stroking gently down to her swollen nipples. He pinched it, giving it enough of a tug that she swung forward, his cock pressing against her cheek. "Maybe if you do a good job, I'll consider getting you off."

Sofia's response was to spit at him, which was a mistake. Her saliva landed on the head of his cock, and he gave it a playful stroke, spreading the fluid across his swollen glans.

CRACK!

"Ow, you dirty fucking - ow!" Sofia's mouth opened wide, and Mike pulled her forward, his rock hard member popping into her mouth. Squirming to fight her way free, Mike pumped himself into her mouth. Her tongue pressed against him, and she shook her head enough that she squirmed free, swinging away.

"You're worthless! You're shit! You're - fuck!" Mike grabbed her nipple, halting her swing and pulling her forward again. Tightening his fingers threateningly around her areola, she opened her mouth and pulled him in.

"Wow!" Blue was on her hands and knees, leaning forward so that her face was just above Sofia's snatch. She was moving one of her arms around, collecting Sofia's fluids and lapping them up. Her wings fluttered, and she let out a sigh of contentment.

"If you make her cum," Mike warned, "I will wear you on my dick and fuck her in the ass."

Blue's antenna immediately sprang to attention, and she spun around, a worried look on her face. "I'll be careful, I promise!"

"You do that," Mike said. Out of Sofia's gaze, he winked at Blue, who smiled back at him before resuming. Mike could feel the back of Sofia's throat along the tip of his swollen cock. He grabbed the back of her head, forcing himself farther into her throat. Her eye shot open, fixing him with a lustful, angry glare. Mike smiled - this was what he had been waiting for, that look of contempt and resignation. Sofia sucked him in deeply, then spat him out.

"How dare you," she hissed, gasping for air. Mike cracked her again with the whip, careful to avoid Blue. Whatever Blue was doing was causing Sofia to react. Holding the whip in his teeth, he grabbed both of Sofia's breasts, pushing them together and sliding his dick between them. Sofia moaned, then let out a tiny cry. Mike swatted at Blue, who took off momentarily, then settled back into position.

"Beg me to fuck you," Mike said, his voice muffled by the whip. Gently pumping himself between her breasts, he pinched her nipples between his fingers.

"You piece of shit, get your hands off of me!" Sofia's face had gone ruddy. "How dare you mmmmff!" Mike had shoved his dick back in her mouth, clamping his hands on the back of her head. She struggled, and he was able to slide himself all the way to the base. He counted to thirty, then pulled himself back out.

"Have anything to say to me?" he asked, removing his dick from her mouth. Spit was all over Sofia's chin now, her face a wreck.

Sofia eyed him, her purple eye glowing so intensely that the ground around them was bathed in its glow.

"Just... get it over with."

"Wrong answer." Mike pushed himself back in again, this time counting to forty. Sofia squirmed and shrieked around his cock. This time, when he pulled himself out, she sucked him hard, his dick audibly popping free.

"Bet I won't even feel it." Tears were streaming down her cheeks, but a sadistic grin had spread across her face.

"How long can you hold your breath?" Mike asked, grabbing her again.

"Fifty seven seconds!" Sofia shouted just before Mike forced his way in again. He counted carefully, pistoning himself in the back of her throat, her whole body shaking in anticipation. She squirmed hard enough that Blue toppled off, falling most of the way to the ground before taking off. Mike got to fifty seven seconds, and pulled himself free, a long trail of saliva connecting his dick to her mouth.

"Fuck me!" Sofia cried, gasping for air. "Fuck me now!"

"It's going to take more than that." Mike spun her in place, contemplating how she hung. Using the dagger, he cut a few vines, releasing her legs to swing freely. She spread her legs apart, and Mike gave her a push, watching her swing in place. Teasing her with the ends of the whip, he gave her a few playful slaps.

"Please!"

"Not good enough." Mike was hard and ready, but he needed more. Blue landed on the head of his cock, holding on with her tiny arms. "Tell me how much you want it."

"I want to feel your filthy human dick inside of me!" Sofia gasped when Mike smacked her on the pussy. "I want you to stir my insides, I want to be your filthy bitch!" Mike gave her a push, lining himself up. "I want to cum so bad that - ngghh!" Her eye had flashed again, so Mike crouched down, his dick passing just beneath her and rubbing her clit instead of impaling her. Blue had jumped at the last second, landing on Sofia's ass.

"God dammit Mike, fuck me! I want to - AHHHH!" Mike swung her again, but this time with every intention to roughly fuck her in the ass. The moment she screamed, he slid himself into her tight cunt instead, his balls swinging up to smack her swollen clit. Sofia screamed, her head tilting back and the light of her eye blazing a trail across the dark ceiling so far above. In her head, she was being fucked in the ass and the pussy on two different timelines, and it was simply too much for her to process.

The swing allowed him to establish a steady rhythm, her whole body rocking with every thrust. Her breasts rippled with the impact of his body against hers, and her eye light dimmed as her orgasm faded, her whole body going limp in the vines.

Mike wasn't going to last long. Sofia's orgasm had her clamping down on him hard enough that he could no longer pull himself free of her. Pumping himself into her as deep as possible, Sofia bent her legs, her heels pushing against Mike's shoulder blades, preventing him from freeing himself. Letting out a loud cry of his own, he felt the pressure in his body building, his arms and legs shaking in anticipation.

"I'm going to cum inside you," he told her. "I'm going to fill your beautiful pussy with dirty human sperm, and you're going to love it so much that you'll belong to me forever!"

"Don't cum in me!" Sofia screamed, but she had him trapped. The fire in his belly released itself, the air around him suddenly going cold enough that he could see his breath. Mike grabbed onto her thighs hard enough that she would probably bruise, and pressed himself into her as deep as he could go. Sofia tightened her legs around his body, pulling him in tight.

He came hard enough that he shouted, his voice echoing across the Labyrinth, coating her insides with his seed. Sofia released him, her long legs kicking wildly while he held tightly on to them. Biting his lip, he felt a second blast building up. Pulling out, he sprayed the rest of his load all across her ass and legs, nearly knocking Blue over. Panting loudly, he gave her ass one final swat with his hand.

"From now on, you belong to me." Still hard, he pushed himself back inside of her. Sperm leaked free in heavy globs, splashing on the floor. "I will cum in you whenever I feel like it, wherever I feel like it."

Sofia let out a moan, then went limp. Mike tossed the makeshift whip, and then carefully sliced the last vines holding her up, lowering her gently to the ground. Blue had landed on Sofia's ass, carefully lapping up anything she could find, her whole body pulsating with light. Sofia's breaths came hard and fast, her eye closed. Mike carefully cut the rest of the vines, and Sofia let out a sigh once her arms and legs were free. She tossed off the last few, and stood up so that Mike could help unwrap her. He grabbed ahold of one of the thickest vines and gave a gentle tug, and Sofia spun gently in place, letting Mike free her once and for all. He tossed the vegetation to the floor, squatting down to pick up her magic sword.

"I believe this is yours," he told her. Sofia accepted it from him quietly, tucking it into a small sheath on her pocket. They stood there in silence, Blue fluttering in lazy circles around them. He wasn't sure what to say, but he could feel that something between them had shifted. Sofia straightened out her clothing, adjusting her blouse to minimize the amount of cleavage she was showing. Mike could see that the torn fabric was straining to contain her, and wouldn't be surprised to see it split the rest of the way.

"What now?" Sofia asked. Mike shrugged.

"We wait for the other fairy." Mike gestured at Blue. "She is searching the Labyrinth right now, trying to find Abella and Tink. Once we are back together, we can figure out how to find and retrieve the goggles, and then get the hell out of here. The witch on the front lawn must have made some progress by now, and I am worried what will happen if she breaks the Geas."

"A few things will happen," Sofia answered. "Every protection on the house will end, for starters, sending wild magic out into the world to reek havoc. The house will struggle to decide its own identity and will become a random maze of rooms and hallways. The creatures who still sleep will awaken and flee, and who knows what will become of them. Other magical creatures will sense the artifacts hidden here and become drawn to this place, and it will become a daily battle to keep them out."

"You speak like you've seen it happen."

"Did you think this house was the only one like it?" Sofia asked. "The Architect built several homes such as this one over several centuries." She frowned, staring at the floor. "They all used to connect to the Library. As far as I know, this home is the last of its kind."

"There were other houses?" Mike shook his head. "That means there were other Caretakers, right?"

"Indeed, but I couldn't tell you about them. When a house is destroyed, its secrets are lost. If the Geas is broken, our memories of the former Caretakers will fade, and anyone who leaves your side will soon forget you even existed." Sofia waved her hand dismissively. "That's the working theory, anyway. It's the only explanation for why I can't remember the few Caretakers I worked with from other homes."

"Shit." Mike stared at the floor. If he didn't hurry, not only would the others lose their homes, but they would inevitably lose each other. Had the other houses had a family like his? What would happen to them all?

"Now for the big question at hand." Sofia moved close to one of the columns. "The trap I was caught in wasn't actually a trap. I mean, it sort of was, but I've been stuck here for hours and nobody came to check the trap. So either the trap maker is missing, or this room serves some other purpose."

"What purpose would a room that restrains you even serve?" Mike asked.

Sofia grinned, her cheeks blushing. "I can think of one."

Mike laughed. "You think the minotaur is getting his freak on with someone else in this room?"

"Maybe." Sofia looked up into the dark of the ceiling, her eye narrowing. "What is that?"

"What is what?" Mike tried to follow her gaze, but it was all shadows to him.

"Here." She held a hand out, and Mike handed her the dagger. Approaching one of the columns, she made a few strategic cuts. The unseen canopy above the shifted, and several vines drooped down. Mike moved out of the way, seeing that there was something tangled up in the vegetation. When it moved low enough, Sofia jumped up. Mike was surprised to see just how high she went - if she ever wanted to try out for the WNBA, he was sure they would have her. Grabbing hold of the substance in the canopy, she pulled it free. It collided with Mike, and his whole world went dark.

"What the hell is this?" He asked. He was now under a giant piece of fabric that felt leathery to the touch.

"Can't tell." Sofia found him in the dark, planting a small kiss on his jawline. She sliced a hole above them, and they stepped free of the unknown fabric.

"Holy fucking... fuck." Mike stared in awe at their new discovery. It was huge, big enough to carpet the living room of the home. Wrinkled at the edges, it was covered in dark spots that were primarily focused along the middle. It had been up there for some time, yet held a slightly musky odor to it. Sofia handed him back his dagger, which he clutched tightly in his fist.

It was a giant snakeskin.

-

"This is an interesting clock you have here." Daryl was turning the mimic over in his hands, inspecting it carefully. "And you said Mr. Radley wanted you to fix it?"

"Yeah." Dana sat next to Daryl in the back of the town car, which was on the freeway now. She was envious of the other drivers who passed them by, oblivious to just how awful life could actually be. Also, the smell of the freeway was absolutely dreadful. It was a mixture of fuel, asphalt, and the body odor of everyone who drove by.

"Tell me everything about it that you know." Daryl was inspecting a maker's mark on the bottom of the clock. "And keep in mind I can tell when you are lying."

"Why do you think the clock is so important?" Dana didn't like being forced to cooperate with Daryl, even if it did mean being allowed to pass on. The mimic had been willing to help her, and she didn't feel that that was info Daryl needed to have. "I mean it looks like a clock."

Daryl gave her a look, then opened a panel on the back. Inside, the gears slowly spun around each other. "He wanted you to fix it. Why?"

"I was delivering him a pizza when I spotted it inside the house. I thought it was really cool, because I love how clocks work." Or at least I did, she thought. Enthusiasm seemed to be another emotion lost to her as well.

"Hmm. I sense a bit of confusion in your words." He hooked his fingers inside the clock. "You said you spent hours fixing this, but if I were to rip these out, it wouldn't bother you."

"Well, it would... I guess."

Daryl laughed. "Consider this one of the side effects of being dead. You see, I needed your body and mind in perfect condition so as to not arouse suspicion. Take my driver for instance. I just needed his body, his will is completely my own. I could tell him to hold onto a grenade, and he wouldn't know any better. But you, you would take convincing. However, the one thing that takes the most energy to preserve is emotions. I allowed you to keep only a couple, the ones that apply to your dear, departed Alex. Love, despair, loss. I'm afraid that you won't find much enjoyment in any of your old hobbies."

"It's not like I'll have much time to pursue them," Dana said. "I plan to give you what I want so you can give me what I want."

"That is true. I may be many things, but I am definitely a man of my word." Daryl handed her the clock. "But to clarify, let me tell you what could happen if you disobey me."

Dana frowned. She wasn't sure she needed to hear this.

"There are many stages of being undead. For example, my driver is just a meat suit that takes orders. You, however, are a different case. By leaving you with your mind, I am unable to exert willpower over you. As popular as it was to be a vampire a decade ago, why do you think nobody romanticized being a zombie?"

"Because zombies suck." Dana looked back out the window. "In the movies, they are mindless brain eaters."

"A popular trope, I can assure you. You see, your mind has control over your body - for now. You are, however, very dead, and as you begin to decay, you will find yourself with some uncontrollable urges. It's like being on a diet, and having to live in a house full of cookies. Eventually, you will snap, and bite into anything you can catch."

"Is that when I start eating brains?"

"Brains are best, to be fair. A person's very life force resides in the mind. The heart would be a close second. Once your appetite is sated, the decay process will reverse itself, and you will find yourself as you are now. However, I can tell you hat the process of murdering and eating another human does put quite a stain on your soul." Daryl chuckled. "You also run into the issue of being unable to die."