Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 107

"I don't suppose you'll let me drink some water first?"

Opal shook her head with a grin, a pseudopod sliding free of her waist to push down the waist of his pants.

Mike chuckled. "Okay, I get it. But I want to remind you that I need to be functional today. You're gonna have to go easy on me."

Opal pouted in response, then flopped her head inside out so that she could watch his morning wood spring free of his shorts. The cool mountain air tickled a little, and he shivered in anticipation.

The slime girl rippled, then turned forward to face him. Grinning mischievously, she leaned forward, her suddenly massive breasts pressing into his chest and molding to his body. She started jerking him off with an elongated arm, her sticky hands now slippery. Her arm moved up and down, squeezing rhythmically with more than five fingers.

Mike groaned, lying back and allowing Opal to do all the work. She jerked him for a couple of minutes, then shifted the palm of her hand onto his glans. As she rubbed the head of his cock as if polishing a knob, he felt the crease of her hand thicken and then part like a labia.

"What are you doing?" he asked, lifting his head to look through her translucent body. In awe, he watched as his cock sank into her palm then into her forearm, magnified slightly by the refracting light of morning. Opal grinned at him, then sat up and fucked him with her hand-pussy.

The head of his cock made it nearly to her elbow. When her arm had taken the full girth and length of his cock, she massaged his balls with her fingers. Using her whole arm as a piston, she jacked him off in this manner for a couple of minutes, then sank her hand down one more time and held still.

Through her translucent flesh, he watched the slime shimmer and turn pink as it began to swirl. Opal had created a tiny vortex inside her arm that swirled across his sensitive flesh, alternating direction every inch or so. When she lifted her arm again, a powerful suction pulled extra blood to his cock, and he groaned as he laid back on the bed.

"This is certainly new," he muttered as Opal arm-fucked him for several minutes in this manner. Between the swirling, the suction, and the ball massage, he could feel a powerful orgasm building. However, the best was yet to come. The head of his cock tingled as slime teased the thin opening of his cock, a very thin pseudopod stretching down and sliding along his urethra. His hips jerked on their own in response to the stimulus, the sensations very similar to a small orgasm.

Down, down the pseudopod went, seeking out that which Opal desired most. While it had been no surprise that the slime girl was capable of utilizing his semen to prolong her own existence, it was her manner of acquiring it that was different. Opal didn't just want his cum--she wanted it straight from the source.

Mike gasped as the pseudopod eventually reached the base of his shaft, then hummed. His whole cock vibrated from the inside as Opal continued her handjob, a big grin on her face. Her whole body was slowly turning pink now in reaction to his own arousal. Tiny sparks formed along his shaft that turned into motes of light that floated up her arm where they spread apart inside her body.

His eyes rolled back as the pseudopod reached the path that branched away from his urethra and to his seminal vesicle. A heavy feeling settled in his crotch as Opal teased him both inside and out. His magic continued to build up as if the slime girl was a massive capacitor, which he knew from experience she was about to become. It was the reason he had to take the whole day off if he allowed her to prolong things, because--

His back muscles tensed, followed by his midsection as Opal leaned forward and pressed into him. Her soft breasts melted around his torso, forcing his magic back into his skin. Mike's cock flexed and he cried out, startling nearby birds into flight. His orgasm was heavy and plentiful as Opal coaxed long, pearly strands out of his body that traveled up her arm and toward her core. The magic reverberated back through Opal, turning her entire body pink as she opened her mouth in a silent cry of her own, her body bucking as pieces of her broke away and soaked the bed.

Mike held his breath as Opal continued pumping him, stretching his ejaculation out for nearly twenty seconds as she continued to milk him, but even she had her limits. Using just her hand, she got tired, and the pseudopod in his cock withdrew. Opal quivered for several seconds before melting into a goopy puddle on the sheets. Mike rolled out of the way and nearly fell out of bed with his shorts around his ankles.

"Hot damn," he muttered as he lowered himself to the ground. Up above, he heard happy burbling sounds from Opal as she digested her meal. His legs shook when he tried to stand, and a hand appeared from nearby to help him up.

"Thanks," he muttered as he stood, now facing Lily. "Oh! You made it!"

"And my timing was perfect," she purred, her eyes looking past him at the bed. "If I had come a minute earlier, you would have been out for days after the two of us fought over you and took turns. You would have been completely useless for ages."

Mike snorted. "Like you're one to talk. I seem to recall someone needing to take some personal time off after she fell into Opal's vat."

Lily sighed. "If only you had been there. Not that I had any holes left to be penetrated. Maybe she would have shared?"

"Or drained us both dry." Mike fumbled with his shorts. His hands were still trembling. "My fingers don't work right now."

"Let me." Lily helped him button his pants, but not before copping a feel. "As much as I would love to indulge myself, it seems like there's no shortage of work to do. The only reason I got to come was because the others are busy monitoring the Order and I sort of assigned myself the job while the cat watches our suite in Paradise. Such a well-oiled machine you've left running things while you're gone."

Mike nodded. "Where is the exit portal?" he asked.

"Inside the house. We didn't want to risk the Order stumbling onto it. You've got a closet behind the laundry room that wasn't being used."

Mike frowned. "We don't have a closet behind the laundry room."

"You do now." Lily shrugged. "Don't take my word for it. You'll see it when you stop by. The others are eager to see you, you know?"

"I bet." Before going to bed last night, Mike had taken pictures of the cabana with his phone and handed it off to the fairy girls. The three of them had flown down the volcano in Maui until his phone had picked up a signal, at which time his pending messages to Eulalie were finally sent. "How bad is it at home?"

Lily sighed. "Honestly, Romeo? It's hard to say. If we wanted to, it would be pretty easy to just go out and exterminate everybody. But that would complicate things here, wouldn't it?"

Mike nodded. "There's something in the ocean," he explained. "The merfolk were never the target. I hate this term, but they were absolutely collateral damage."

The succubus groaned. "Ugh, of course. So, what, we just need to pound the crap out of a kaiju and we can be done here?"

"Something like that. But I suspect Captain Dickhead is involved. I would have to be pretty dense to think otherwise. And the Order is clearly in on it."

"Actually, they aren't." Lily frowned and leaned against the wall of the cabana. Mike couldn't help but notice the cute tank top she wore over a bikini. It was surprisingly modest for her. "See, shit has gone down a bit back at Paradise so I've been snooping around. The Director absolutely has a raging hard on for you, but I really don't think that he and Francois are working together."

That was surprising, but he believed her. Mike leaned against the wall next to Lily and she tilted her head onto his shoulder. He felt like he was missing something, a piece that would tie the whole puzzle together. Making gross assumptions, the beast from the deep was likely working for Captain Francois, and the target was the eggs. If Francois was controlling giant sea monsters, it was no leap to assume that he wanted the eggs for himself. And it wasn't like Mike could casually move the eggs. The volcano was acting as an incubator to keep them alive, the tremendous heat actually powering an array of runes that ensured each of the eggs was being provided the elemental magic it needed.

"What does the Director want?" Mike turned his face toward Lily, the scent of her hair tickling his nostrils. "I mean, I know he thinks the house has something, but this feels oddly personal."

"I'm still working on that. Other than seeing him at breakfast with Beth, the man has remained locked in his office. I can't even get in. The place is heavily warded. If I could just get a drop of his blood, or something to track him by, I could go to him in his dreams and dig around his head."

"I see." He rubbed at the bridge of his nose, then paused when Opal emitted a giant raspberry that broke the silence. Her surface was bubbling like thick soup in a pot, which Mike had long ago learned was how she expressed post-coital contentment.

"You're disgusting," said Lily. The pool of pink slime on the bed was already turning blue again, and a single hand formed above the puddle, fingers curling up into a rude gesture. "By the way, Death says hi and that he misses you."

The rude gesture vanished, replaced by a slew of hand signs.

"Yeah, I'll tell him hi back. No, I won't hug him for you." Lily was about to say something else when Ratu stepped around the corner of the cabana. She was in a white dress, much like the one Pele wore. In her hands was a wicker tray with some food.

"I see we have company." She smiled demurely and looked at the mess on the bed. "I'm grateful to see she left you intact. We have much work to do today. I brought breakfast. Pele needs to speak with you right away at the guest cabin."

"This place has a guest cabin?" Lily looked around the corner of the cabana. "Just so you know, Romeo, if you ever come here with me, I sleep in that bed with you, okay? Minus the cum stain over there."

This time, both of Opal's hands appeared, middle fingers raised.

"The people that once took care of this place lived here with their families," Mike explained as he grabbed a sweetroll off the tray. "The guest cabin is just what we are calling the home where Ingrid slept last night."

"I see. And how is our little narc doing this morning?" Lily leaned over and took a bite of Mike's pastry before he could.

"I'm afraid that's what Pele wishes to discuss with you." Ratu's features darkened. "She still hasn't woken up."

"Shit." Mike stuffed the rest of the roll into his mouth before Lily could steal anymore. It tasted of guava and starfruit. "Leath teh wa."

Ratu frowned at his slurred speech and turned away. Mike was distracted with thoughts of Ingrid and missed what Lily said to Opal, but a third hand had appeared from the gelatinous mess to give her the finger again, so he figured it wasn't important.

The other homes were built along the edge of the cliff, not nearly as visible as the cabana. It was where the Kahu had stayed, ready to serve her own people or Di at a moment's notice. Di was largely self-sufficient, but the dragon did get lonely. For the last century, she had had only Pele to talk to, and the goddess was frequently busy.

Which reminded him. "Ith Queth--"

Ratu turned her head at him and hissed. "Swallow your food before speaking. And to answer your question, Quetzalli is down visiting her sister. They rather enjoy each other's company."

Mike nodded, and then stopped at the edge of the cabana to grab a canteen that hung from a peg. It was filled with water that had already warmed beneath the sun's light, and he drank his fill as he followed Ratu. Behind him, he heard Lily snicker and then whisper, "You got in trouble."

They followed the naga to one of the other homes. The buildings were old and clean, but otherwise unused. Constructed of teak with thatched roofs, the door swung open to reveal a room illuminated by a single gas lantern that sat on a nearby table. Pele stood at Ingrid's bed, a worried look on her face.

"There you are." Her eyes shifted past Mike and focused on Lily. "Demon."

"Old lady." Lily stuck out her tongue at Pele and moved to sit back in a nearby chair. Pele looked at Mike with a hint of irritation.

"She has not yet awoken," said the goddess. "After discussing with Ratu, I am under the belief that Di's appearance was too much for this one's mind and it may have fractured."

"So what can we do?" asked Mike. Pele stared at him for a few seconds, then looked at Lily.

"I thought that's why you brought her. Can she not enter the minds of those who slumber?"

Lily smirked in her chair. "I can indeed." She leaned forward, her tank top hanging down to reveal her breasts. The bikini top had vanished. "But it'll cost you."

The volcano rumbled, causing everyone but Pele to look around in alarm. Ratu fixed the succubus with a fearsome glare, which the demon promptly ignored.

"This one is spunky." Pele wrinkled her nose at Mike. "And, I assume, lava-proof?"

"Yep."

The goddess chuckled. "Such a woman would have vexed me in my youth. You must be some kind of saint to put up with her antics."

Mike nodded. "It's on my resume," he replied. Lily protested loudly from her chair.

"So do you think you can help her?" Pele sat on the edge of Ingrid's bed. "Are you even sure you want to help her?"

"Her loyalties may be divided, but for now, she's one of us." He looked at Lily. "And if nothing else, we need her. She knows how the Order operates and might be able to help you with that problem you mentioned earlier."

"I suppose. You always were a sucker for a damsel in distress." Lily hopped to her feet and walked over to the bed. "You're lucky that you weren't in trouble when he met you," she said to Pele as she sat next to Ingrid. "We'd be picking out wallpaper for your room, already."

The volcano rumbled again and Pele looked at Mike.

"You're sure about the lava?" she asked again in an innocent tone. Ratu actually snorted.

Lily cleared her throat and crawled on top of Ingrid. Closing her eyes, she pressed her forehead against the slumbering figure. Nearly a minute passed as everybody waited.

"Romeo." Lily's eyes snapped open. "We've got a problem."

"What kind of problem?" he asked.

The succubus winced and rolled off to the side. "It's a real mess in there," she declared. "Like, shit city, and Ingrid's the mayor."

"Why, though?" Mike looked at Ingrid, then Pele. "You said Di scared her?"

Ratu cleared her throat. "You must understand, even the sight of a dragon from a distance can cow a mortal, and Di is a particularly powerful one. Unprepared, a human could expect feelings of hoPelessness, despair, and blind terror. I have heard stories and even witnessed humans who have gone mad at the sight of a dragon. When we first came upon Di, she took us in her mouth to transport us here. Ingrid screamed until she passed out, and now here we are."

"So we can't wake her up?"

Lily shook her head. "She's not truly asleep. This is more like a Humpty Dumpty situation. And apparently my...disposition makes me an unreliable guide."

Pele chuckled. "I can't imagine why," she said wistfully.

"So what can we do?"

Lily bit her lip and contemplated Ingrid. "You said we need her?"

Mike nodded. "It's also the right thing to do," he added.

The succubus groaned. "Okay, fine. Shit." She gestured for Mike to come over to the bed. "In that case, I need your help. If we go in there together, I think I can tape the cracks together long enough for you to bring her out. But I'll warn you, she might not be...good when she gets here. There's quite a bit of trauma."

Mike had already grabbed a chair and moved it to the side of the bed. "I'm familiar with trauma."

"Is this really the best idea?" asked Pele. "You realize you're about to go into this woman's head, her Dreamscape, yes? If madness has taken her, it may claim you as well."

"Oh, Romeo here is a Dreamscape expert." Lily wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"It's true," Mike added. "Not a big deal, but I've had plenty of practice. You'd be surprised how many people are in my head right now."

"I..." Pele frowned for a moment, then nodded her head. "Never mind. Proceed."

"C'mon, Ingy." Lily took Mike by the hand and then pressed her forehead against Ingrid's again. Her tail whipped out and stung Mike in the leg. "It's gonna feel so good with both of us inside you."

"Lily, be--" Mike never got a chance to say nice, his head lolled to one side as his body tried to fight off Lily's sleep venom. When he didn't fall asleep right away, Lily frowned and stung him again.

"Keep forgetting you're almost immune to this now," she muttered as her tail pumped him full of sleep juice. "I have Tink to blame for this. I don't know, maybe just let it happen? What if I say pretty please?"

Mike shivered as a sense of weightlessness formed in the center of his chest and he floated away into the darkness. It felt like nearly an hour passed before the weightless feeling went away. What he had mistaken for darkness was now a black sand beach. Harsh waves smashed themselves against the rocks, slicing away bits of land as they receded. The sky was fractured, as if it were a dome made of broken glass.

"Is this...my Dreamscape?" He stood and surveyed the area. This island was very different from his own.

"Not quite." Lily stood behind him, a serious look on her face. "You're currently in someone else's head. If your own Dreamscape wasn't so strong, I wouldn't even allow you to think about doing something like this. Hold on, let me check something." The succubus stared intently through Mike, as if reading a distant teleprompter. "Think of your brains like two computers running the same video game. The actual data is on your hard drive and Ingrid's, and you are mostly just sharing stuff like current position and inventory. I'm the server that connects you, and we want to avoid anything else that could actually cross over, like a virus."

"That's...yeah, that makes a lot of sense. Didn't know you were so technical."

The succubus blushed. "Don't mention it. Like, really. I pieced that together from a prior meal."

Mike nodded in understanding and moved to Lily's side. He took her by the hand and squeezed. "Hey. You are what you are and I accept that. You don't have to hide it from me. I love you just the way you are."

Lily's face went through a range of emotions. Finally, she scoffed and shrugged her shoulders. "It's no big deal, just figured you didn't want to hear about all the guys I've been with is all."

"I appreciate that." He wasn't fooled in the least by her demeanor. When he pulled on her hand, she followed. "Now let's go find ourselves a mage."

The halls of Paradise were typically quiet, other than the occasional patrolling knight or visiting guest. Today, however, Beth could feel a tension in the air that made her a little nervous. She was lying on the pool deck in her one-piece, staring out at the waves as they crashed into the sand, creating foaming tidepools that drained seconds later. While trying to concentrate on the ebb and flow of the water, the eerie sense that she was being watched by unfriendly eyes kept her distracted. The last time she had experienced such a thing was that first summer at the cabin in Oregon when her lack of awareness had nearly gotten her killed.

This time, she was far more prepared.

Lily had popped out a bit ago to go check on Mike. Beth had been hesitant to be left alone, but the succubus said she'd only be gone a little while. Kisa was up in the bedroom playing guard duty, and Beth wondered for the tenth time if perhaps she would be better off sharing the space with the cat girl.