Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 005

"It feels like we just might fit together after all," he whispered in Cecilia's ear. Looking up, he saw that Abella was still watching, a lusty grin on her face. She licked her lips at him, but Mike ignored her. "But only when you're ready."

"Okay," Cecilia whimpered, her hips swiveling. Mike used his thumb to rub the folds around her clitoris-every time he touched it directly, the sensation caused his hand to flinch away. Cecilia was sitting upright now, eyes closed and mouth open, panting loudly as Mike teased her pussy. Several minutes passed, and Cecilia suddenly clamped her hand down on Mike's wrist.

"Hold still, you fucker," she said, pinning his wrist and forcing her pussy down onto his finger. He slid up into her, his arm becoming chilled as the heat left it, flowing up into Cecilia's snatch. She let out a loud groan, startling Mike with her sudden loudness.

"Won't the neighbor hear?" He asked, suddenly nervous.

"You know that won't be a problem," she replied. "Now give me another finger."

Mike pushed a second finger in, relieved when it dampened the sensation. His first finger had gone nearly numb, and the second one's entrance was restoring heat to it. Cecilia let out another loud groan, moving her hips back and forth.

"Oh god, I've never felt anything like this," Cecilia said, rolling her hips back and forth. "I feel so...so...full."

"If you think you feel full now, wait until I get my dick in you," Mike told her.

"Oh, fuck!" Cecilia slid backward, hovering away from Mike. She turned around, grasping the railing of the porch in one hand and pulling the back of her skirt up in the other. "I can't wait any longer! Do it! Fuck me! I want to know how it feels!"

Mike rose, undoing his pants. His cock sprang free, the cool air crinkling the skin on his balls. He pushed against Cecilia, lifting her skirt up and staring at her small, curvy ass. Her panties were white, just like her dress, and he saw that her stockings were held in place by a garter belt. The wet spot on Cecilia's panties was the size of a silver dollar. Using his fingers, he yanked her panties to the side, revealing ivory folds without hair. The sparks between them were visible now, little blue streamers of energy that connected them.

"Are you ready?" Mike asked, rubbing the head of his cock on her pussy lips. The energy between them made his dick feel like it was vibrating, each spark sending a wave of pleasure to his spine.

Cecilia responded by shoving herself backward. Mike's eyes rolled upward as a powerful blast of energy used his dick as a conduit, cold electricity flowing through his legs, up his back, and into his head. He grabbed onto Cecilia's ass, the urge of energy causing his whole body to lurch forward, slamming his dick into her once more. Gasping for air, he pulled back out, but the electricity caused him to stiffen up again. Cecilia let out a cry with each deep thrust, not realizing that her energy had trapped Mike in an endless loop.

"What is this? What is this? What is this feeling?" Cecilia cried, letting forth a stream of words in a language Mike didn't recognize. She was incoherent now, babbling out loud as he fucked her from behind. The pulses decreased in intensity enough that Mike could move his hands again. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take-he wrapped his arm around Cecilia's tiny waist and found her clitoris from the front, folding over one of her lips as a buffer to prevent another intense shock. Cecilia's babbling became moans, moans that built in strength and volume. Up above, Abella's face was contorted in a silent mask of pleasure, her lips parted as she panted in time with the banshee.

Cecilia shoved back against Mike hard enough that the two of them fell backward onto the patio, narrowly missing the swing. Cecilia's hands replaced Mike's on her clit, swiveling her hips as she rode him frantically. Mike grabbed her breasts through her dress, squeezing them tightly as he arched his back, pushing himself in deeper.

Cecilia went silent, her whole body starting to shake. Her hair rose up like crazy snakes, electric streamers arcing away from her skin as she took in a deep breath, the only thing he could hear.

"Oh shit!" Mike quickly stuck his fingers in his ears as Cecilia came. The noise was a cross between an air raid siren and a cat in heat. Mike was grateful to be on his back-he felt the world spin beneath him as his equilibrium was destroyed. The house rattled behind him, tremors making the wooden planks beneath him pop out of place. Cecilia let out another shriek as her body shook, her arms going limp at her sides as tremors racked her whole body. The lights in the house went out, casting shadows onto the front porch. Cecilia's body was the only source of light now, and she went silent once more, her hips randomly spasming, sending pleasurable shocks into his cock.

Mike waited nearly a minute before pulling his fingers out of his ears. Cecilia had gone completely still now, the streamers of light dying down. Mike's balls ached, his own orgasm chased off by the terrifying screams of the banshee.

"Cecilia?" Mike asked, touching her arm. Cecilia burst into several motes of light, vanishing from the porch. The electricity in the house came back on, leaving Mike, largely naked with his dick in hand, laying on the porch. The wood beneath him was covered in frost.

"Cecilia!" Mike called, suddenly worried. He stood up, fumbling with his pants. "Cecilia, where are you?"

The swing behind him rocked gently. Her voice whispered in his ear, barely audible over the slight ringing that now lived there.

"That was wonderful," she told him. "I'll be fine, don't worry."

"What happened?" Mike asked.

He heard her chuckle on the wind. "I came so hard that I fell apart. Once I have the strength, I'll make it up to you." Mike shook his head in disbelief, watching the swing. His dick was rock hard, his balls tingling with the strange energy that Cecilia had been passing through his body.

"Fuck," Mike muttered. He needed to cum. Right now.

"Abella?" Mike called, but the gargoyle had disappeared. Yanking the front door open, he ran up the stairs to his bedroom. "Tink? Are you here?"

"She ran downstairs to check on the fuse box." Naia sat on the edge of the tub, a coy look on her face. All of the water from earlier was gone now. "Can I help you with something?"

Mike didn't say anything-he didn't need to. Walking toward the tub, he pulled his pants off. Naia helped him into the tub, forcing him to sit on the edge. She rubbed the head of his dick with one hand while tugging on his balls with the other. She gave his dick an odd look.

"That's... interesting," Naia said.

"What's interesting?" Mike asked.

"You've been exposed to some kind of magic I haven't seen before. Do you feel okay?"

"I feel fine. I was fucking Cecilia out front, and all sorts of weird shit happened, and she vanished before I could finish."

"Really?!?" Naia's eyes sparkled. "You may be the first man in history to fuck a banshee. Congratulations!"

"Please, Naia," Mike begged. "I need to come."

"Oh, I knew that the moment you walked in." Naia flipped her hair back over her shoulder. "I wonder what banshee tastes like," she said, sucking his dick into her mouth.

"Oh, god, Naia!" Mike twisted his hands up in her hair, pulling her against him. She worked the base of his cock with one hand, running the other across his naked thigh. Her mouth was warm, the water in the tub restoring warmth to his body that he hadn't been aware he had lost. Bobbing her head up and down, Naia let out little gasps of pleasure.

"Oh my!" She gasped, popping her mouth free. "Oh. Oh!"

"Please, Naia!" Mike pulled her head back down on his dick. She worked his dick frantically now, moaning into his crotch. She swirled the water beneath with a finger, summoning a giant cock made of water. It positioned itself behind her ass, and she sank down on it with a sigh. Mike clutched the edge of the tub, the sight of Naia being spit roasted sending him close to the edge.

Tiny sparks formed all along his skin, crawling down and across Naia. Her eyes grew wide as Mike felt his orgasm building, a strangely cold sensation that pulled heat from his limbs. The lights in the room flickered, water splashing everywhere as Mike clawed frantically at Naia's scalp. Naia grabbed his ass cheeks, taking him in as deeply as possible.

"FUCK!" Mike's balls contracted into his body as he blasted a huge load into Naia's mouth. When his orgasm hit, the sparks in the room all leapt onto Naia. She held onto his waist, sucking deeply as another contraction hit him. Naia swallowed frantically as she came, moaning loudly on his dick, semen leaking from her nostrils as he filled her faster than she could swallow. That strange surge of electricity flowed back into Mike through Naia's mouth, and he came again. Her cheeks bulged as she gave up, openly drooling cum as he creamed her mouth again. The sparks left again, crawling across her skin until she screamed into his dick, the sparks jumping back on Mike.

This happened for nearly a minute, the strange, magical feedback loop draining Mike of everything he had. Each time the sparks jumped, they diminished, until he unleashed one final, meager blast of cum into Naia's throat. By now, she had given up trying to contain it all-she had his cum all down her throat and chest. His limp dick sliding free of her mouth, Mike scooted forward to join Naia in the tub.

"What... what the hell was that?" He asked, catching his breath. Naia gasped for air, semen dripping from her face into the water. The water cock had vanished, and the tub's water itself was a mixture of Mike's cum and Naia's cream.

"I don't know." Naia stood up in the tub, her pussy dripping with her own fluids. "But if you figure out how it happened, you let me know. I've never cum that hard in my life." She offered a hand to help him stand-his legs had gone numb from orgasming so many times. Finally getting his footing, he stepped out of the tub, stumbled his way to his bed, and collapsed naked on it.

Staring at the wall, he heard Tink come wandering in the bedroom door. The goblin sniffed the air, letting out a huff of disgust.

"Tink should have waited," she muttered, turning off the light and crawling into bed next to him. He chuckled, wrapping one arm around her to pull her tight against his chest. She was facing away from him.

"Some other time, Tink. Some other time." Tink gave his arm an affectionate squeeze.

"Oh. By the way, I think I broke the porch."

Tink let out a groan of disgust, lightly biting his arm. Mike laughed lightly, sleep claiming him moments later.

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