Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 011

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"Not inside," Cecilia said, appearing from the second floor of the house and floating down.

"Are you sure?" Abella asked. "The house has many rooms."

"No sign anybody has been through there." Cecilia looked at Naia. "Any ideas?"

Naia contemplated the question, her eyes gazing off into the distance. "I think... I think I sense him toward the greenhouse."

"Well then let's look." Abella walked around the corner of the house, Cecilia close behind. Cecilia knelt by the grass, touching the blades with her hand.

"He's been here." Plucking a blade, Cecilia showed it to Abella. It was stained with blood.

"I'm going to kill her." Abella's wings spread wide, her brow furrowed in anger. "I'm going to rip off her head and shove it up her ass."

"I'll keep her alive while you do it," Cecilia offered. Moving with purpose, the greenhouse came into view, the vines of the Mandragora scattered all over the yard.

Drawing near, the ground exploded around them, large figures of stone and earth rising around them. In the center of each one's forehead was a single, gleaming gem. Abella folded her wings before her just in time to absorb the blow from the first one, which knocked her back. Cecilia tried to phase through another, but a casual swipe from a stony arm cast the banshee back, through the bushes of the house and into the kitchen. There were five of them, each one nearly ten feet tall. Abella stood, glaring at the stony figure as they moved in front of the greenhouse, taking up their posts. Cecilia reappeared next to her.

"Rock golems," Abella said, appraising the figures before them. Casting a glance at Cecilia, the banshee shook her head. "Guarding the greenhouse. Mike is in there all right. Can you just go through them?"

"No." Cecilia glared at the stone sentinels. "The stones in their head magically ward them. They are solid to me. Let's regroup with the others, cause we're going to need a plan."

"We're coming Mike!" Abella called, turning away to run to the fountain.

-

Mike cocked his head. Did he just hear his name?

"What is this place?" Sarah asked from behind. They had stepped through the busted door, Mike taking great care to step over the vines. Sarah, seeing this, had done the same without asking twice. Now they stood in the weird open space inside the greenhouse, the sky up above a gentle blue.

"The greenhouse. The others don't come here, they think it's just a big dirt pit."

"A dirt pit?" Sarah looked doubtful.

"Well, um, in a manner of speaking." Mike pointed at the large jungle beneath them. "When I asked, they thought the plants in here were dead. Lack of care and all. I guess Emily didn't ever come in here either. Those vines that are all over the house are just huge, literal stink weeds. Touch them and poof! You're covered in this sticky shit that smells like vomit." Mike pointed at the Mandragora vines. "Emily planted it to keep them out. That's why it's all over the house-nobody wants to even attempt to fix it."

"Disgusting. Now show me where you put the Grimoire."

Grimoire. Mike had heard the word before. Walking closer to the edge of the cliff, it came to him. "It's more of a journal really. There's a cave out that way, to keep it from getting wet. This guy," he pointed at the Mandragora, "is simply all over the place. I've never seen any animals here, and the plants don't give a shit, so I figured it would be safe."

"A cave huh?" Mike could feel a shift in the air, and that familiar ball of ice formed in his gut.

"Yeah. I locked it in a special box that only I can get into. Soul resonance. Trick I learned from the book." Behind him, the magic fizzled, and he hid his sigh. She had been about to kill him. "Box kills anyone else who touches it or even open it. Disintegrates them. Spent my morning crafting the thing out of dragonhide, minotaur fur and what was left of the succubus."

"You had those things just laying around?" Some of the edge was gone from Sarah's voice, replaced with curiosity.

"Oh yeah. Emily has tons of weird shit stored all over this place. Granted, the dragonhide was hard to identify, it was in a box with so many other things."

"And the Grimoire let an amateur such as yourself simply create such a thing? And it wasn't hard?"

"Oh yeah. It's like Hardcore Magic for Idiots." Mike was looking for the path that wound down into the valley, doing his best to pretend like he knew where he was going. The Mandragora vines twitched when he neared them, but were otherwise still. He noticed that their dark green hue had gone slightly pale. He really needed to feed the damn thing.

But not just yet.

"If one such as you with no magical aptitude could commit such a feat, then I can only imagine what I could do with it." Sarah was close enough now that she poked Mike in the back with the tip of her knife. It split the fabric with ease, and Mike winced, the sensation of warm blood down his back flooding him with terror. It would take no effort at all for Sarah to take his life from him, and then the others would fall into her hands.

"There was a section in the back that I couldn't figure out." The lie came easily, and Sarah's eagerness to hear them was a blessing. "It was a bunch of diagrams, and some ingredients and stuff I couldn't pronounce."

"That makes sense. It likely has to do with the Old Ones. That is the strongest kind of magic." Sarah's voice had risen slightly in pitch. Mike looked back at her and saw that her cheeks had reddened. "If one such as you could do Master level spellwork, then I bet I would have access to the spells of Creation themself!"

Mike let out a breath. He had no idea what the Grimoire was, but now he really hoped that none of his bullshit was actually true. He wondered if Naia could tell him more about it.

The path became steep, and Sarah waited for Mike to traverse the longer stretches of it first, hiking up her robes and tucking them into her belt, revealing long, slender legs. Her large breasts bounced pleasantly on the occasion she had to hop down from a rock or trees stump. Her attractiveness ended where her face began. Frozen in a sneer, he wondered what drove a woman of such beauty to be so evil.

"We are almost to the bottom," he said, surveying the land. There was a definable trail, one that had started on top of the cliff, and Mike was playing a hunch. He noticed that the Mandragora vines ran outward in every direction, but always within a couple of feet of the trail itself. The further they walked, the thicker the vines got, and they were now stepping beneath the canopy of the forest below, the floor of the path decorated in the shadows of the leaves up above. "Need to go for a bit in here."

"How far?" Sarah asked.

"I didn't wear a fitbit this morning," Mike told her. "I found this cave the other day, after that fire lizard tried to kill me."

"That was MY fire elemental," Sarah informed him. The edge was back in her voice. "If we don't get there soon, then I'm going to break both of your legs and make you crawl."

Shit. He needed to do something soon. Walking down the trail, he saw that there were small stones all around. Looking at the increasingly thick vines all around them, he realized that they had begun to move, twisting around themselves like giant snakes. Every few steps, he shuffled his feet a little, trying to catch his shoelaces with his other foot. Gradually, he loosened one of them, keeping his eye out for a rock big enough to do the trick.

"Hold up a second," Mike said, spotting one the size of an egg. He placed his foot right next to it. "Shoes untied, slowing me down."

"Hurry up." She said. Mike chanced a look back. Though the wand was trained at him, her eyes were on the forest. Suspicion was in her eyes-she clearly sensed danger in the forest, but could not spot it. Tying the laces on his shoe, he grabbed the rock, casually palming it in his hand.

"Okay, I'm good." Now that he had a stone, he needed to figure out what to do with it. Did he throw it at the vines, and hope they woke up? Did he try to nail Sarah with it, stun her and then tackle the vines? Snorting through his crusted nostrils, he suddenly knew what to do.

Scratching an itch by his mouth, he pinched his nose between his fingers and gave it a sharp yank. He heard something pop, and blood flowed fully once again down his face. This time, he let it run down his shirt, catching it on his fingertips and flicking it out to the side, the droplets touching the Mandragora. The vines immediately flexed, sensing prey nearby.

"It's just up ahead now." The trail twisted to the side, then switched back. A large tangle of vines wrapped around the narrow pass, and Mike wiped his face, coating the stone in his own blood. Slowing down while walking through the narrow section of the trail, Mike stopped, staring up into the sky through a gap in the canopy, twisting so that he could see Sarah, his eyes tracking nothing.

"What is it?" Sarah asked, stopping right behind him, her body so close that he could smell her sweat. She was looking up too, trying to figure out what he had seen. Mike casually tossed the stone to his right, landing squarely in a loop of Mandragora vines. They were everywhere now, like a giant cobweb, wrapped around every tree and plant. Immediately, they flexed, little creeper vines grabbing at the stone, the forest shifting around them.

Sarah, seeing the vines move, pointed her wand and fired, a greenish blast of energy that blew the foliage apart. Wand outstretched, her dagger was on the far side of her body, away from Mike. Mike stepped away from the blast, and then behind Sarah. Grabbing her from behind, he pulled her off her feet and into the larger Mandragora vines behind them.

"What are you doing?" She was inhumanly strong, easily ripping his hands off of her. However, covered in Mike's blood, the Mandragora had sensed them both. Dozens of vines looped around their bodies, Sarah shouting in an arcane language, lighting up the forest floor. Mike held fast to her legs, the vines already dragging him away. Sarah's blade was effective, but there were too many vines to cut. Shrieking at no one in particular, she and Mike were tied up completely, dragged away across the forest floor.

"You piece of shit," she screamed, kicking at his head. Mike could no longer let go-the vines had tied his arms to her body. Her foot struck, but with very little force. "You cocksucking, motherfucking, shit-stinking mortal!"

Mike ignored her, turning his head to see where they were going. Above him, he could feel Sarah struggling against her bonds, which in turn tightened his. He no longer cared what happened, as long as he could protect the others. Dragged across the forest floor, he felt relieved that he had managed to lure her away.

"Where are you taking me?" Sarah shrieked, kicking her feet some more. Mike chuckled.

"I'm not taking you anywhere." New vines wrapped around them, the old ones releasing them. Mike and Sarah broke apart, and they accelerated across the forest floor, splashing through puddles and devastating bushes in their passing. Traversing the curves of trees, Mike felt his whole body whipped from side to side, smashing into other plants or even rocks, his whole body becoming a giant bruise. The Mandragora was tenderizing its meat.

He wondered what the end would look like. A cavernous maw, perhaps, with man-sized teeth? A bottomless pit? A huge Venus fly trap ready to impress him with show tunes prior to devouring him?

Behind him, Sarah was muttering curses under her breath, her hair snagging on bushes, undoing her braids. Mike ignored her ramblings, concentrating on the new problem at hand. He had given them over to the Mandragora. Now what?

The bushes disappeared, and they were in a large clearing. At its center was the Mandragora itself. Nearly twelve feet tall, it was a giant, green bulb with an amateur bloom on top of it. Huge leaves surrounded the base, interspersed with giant pitcher plant traps that looked like giant, green sleeping bags. The vines pulled them ever closer, dragging them through the dirt. Up above, hanging like giant cocoons, were pods that swayed gently in the breeze.

"What is this place?" Sarah asked, her voice unnaturally calm.

"I'm guessing it's the Mandragora." Mike looked back at her. "I was going to feed it today, poor thing is starving. If you had showed up later this afternoon, my plan probably wouldn't have worked."

"I fucking hate you," Sarah said, her cheeks bright red. Her face was scraped up, blood and dirt across her face. "I hate you, I hate this plant, I hate your whole fucking family, and your fucking monster collection. You don't have the Grimoire after all, do you?"

"Nope. Never heard of it."

Sarah snarled, her teeth grinding. "Once this thing lets me go, I'm going to set this whole goddamn forest on fire."

"About that," Mike said, watching in amusement as several vines yanked the wand from Sarah's hand, snapping it in half. "Mandragora speaks English."

"Fuck." The plant yanked away her dagger too, tossing it casually to the side where it landed point down in a stone, sinking to the hilt. "What does it want with us?"

"I'm guessing lunch." Mike looked at the plant, which wasn't moving. He wondered how big its teeth were going to be. "I hope it eats you first. I bet you taste like shit."

"I'm still going to kill you. With my bare hands." Sarah's whole face was red, nostrils flaring. "I'm going to rip off your face and piss all over-"

The pods up above rustled, and a cloud of pink and yellow glitter settled on Mike, Sarah, and the ground around them. Both Sarah and Mike coughed violently — it was like inhaling black pepper.

"What is this?" Mike asked.

"Fuck," Sarah whispered. The vines around them were slowly loosening, circulation slowly flowing to Mike's limbs. The first thing he was aware of was how much his new scrapes and bruises hurt, injuries incurred by his travel through the woods. The second thing he noticed was how hard he suddenly was.

"I...I don't get it," Mike said. Sitting up, he saw that Sarah was on her hands and knees, taking deep breaths, her breasts heaving beneath her robes.

"I won't do it, I won't do it," she kept muttering to herself. Her shapely ass was beginning to sway from side to side, and she started rocking back and forth, squeezing her legs together.

"What's happening?" Sitting up, Mike's cock shifted slightly in his pants. The sensation was magnified ten-fold, and instant thrill sent up his spine to his brain. He tried to adjust himself, but the feeling of cloth across the head of his dick was already making him leak precum, a small stain forming on the outside of his filthy pants. "Oh god."

"I'll tell you what's happening." Sarah's voice had a raspy quality to it. She was breathing entirely too hard. "The Mandragora plans to eat us."

"By making us horny?" That didn't make a lot of sense.

"No you idiot. This plant. I've read about it. It needs to exhaust us before it eats us." Sarah laughed, spit dribbling from her mouth. "I always thought it used poison, or made us struggle. Fact is, once we're inside it, it can't use the vines, and it needs to make sure we are too weak to get out. This, though. This is ridiculous."

"I still don't follow." And it was becoming increasingly hard to. Mike's vision was narrowing, all thought of the outside world fading away. All he could focus on was this woman before him, in dark robes that clung to her skin in all the right places. The v-neck of her gown hugged her large breasts, the fabric opening slightly to give him a peek down her blouse.

"You've killed us. You've killed both of us." Sarah laid her upper body on the ground, her ass up in the air. "If I could just... resist." Her left hand slid down her stomach, pushing up against her pelvis. She let out a hiss, rubbing insistently with her fingers. "If I can just... get off, maybe I can run away."

This was crazy. Mike didn't see how the plant was planning to eat them by making them horny. He also saw no reason to wear pants anymore. They were confining, hugging his skin too tightly. He slid them free, sighing as his cock sprang up into the open air. Turning his head to look at Sarah, he saw that she was actively rubbing her breast through the gown with her free hand, moaning quietly while she squeezed.

He couldn't look away. For several minutes, he watched as Sarah diddled herself, adjusting her robes to slide her whole hand beneath. Mike felt strangely relaxed, strangely fine with the idea that he had no desire to escape.

Sarah's eyes snapped up to meet his, a desperation in them. Puzzled, he realized that she was staring at his cock, which he was absent-mindedly stroking in full view.

"You asshole," she gasped, crawling toward him. Drawing close, her hand withdrew from beneath her gown, grabbing his dick tightly. Her hand was soaking wet, and she pumped him with purpose. "You need to... share."

Share? Mike's eyes rolled back in his head when Sarah sucked him into her mouth, jacking him off at the base of his dick while her tongue worked wonders on the head. He couldn't even remember why they had been fighting anymore, she seemed like a perfectly lovely woman, her body all curves before him.

"Show me your tits," he muttered, and she hastily obliged, as if afraid he would take his dick away from her. Her gown slid easily to the side, revealing two voluptuous globes, the skin between her breasts red with arousal. The world around him was little more than a haze, his entire attention on this buxom beauty servicing him. His entire world was the warm, wet sensation of her mouth, gulping greedily at his cock, her hands twisting and squeezing him at the base...

"GAH!" Mike came with very little warning, grabbing Sarah by the hair and forcing himself deep into the back of her throat. Semen shot out of her nose, Sarah frantically swallowing as much of it as she could.

"Wait. Wait!" It suddenly occurred to Mike why what they were doing was wrong. He pulled his dick free, shoving Sarah to the ground in a frantic bid to escape. Nearly tripping over his pants, he made it almost ten feet before his head started swimming again.

"No fair!" Sarah tackled him around the waist, driving him to the ground. She was shifting her robes to the side, Mike's dick getting rock hard once more. By the time she impaled herself on his cock, there was no place in the world he would rather be.

-

Abella walked forward, a giant spear in her hand. Behind her came Tink with a crossbow in each hand, followed by Cecilia, who carried nothing. Tink had taken them to the armory. After a quick discussion, it was decided that the weak point in the golems was the gemstones themselves. Though Abella held a spear, she had six more leaned up against the house.

"Where did the Mandragora go?" Cecilia asked, gazing at the wall. There was no sign of the hungering plant.

"Tink find out later," the goblin hissed. "Kill stupid rock fucks." Tink had been inconsolable since waking. "Much easier with goggles. Tink having bad two days."

"We're all having a bad day. Cecilia, you ready?"

The banshee nodded. Gliding forward toward the golems, they spread out, ready to intercept her. Moving toward the closest one, Cecilia jumped out of the way as it smashed a fist into the stone boundary of the yard. Letting out an angry grunt, the golem swung again, missing Cecilia by a hair's length. Hair billowing outward in every direction, Cecilia ran right in front of it, taunting it farther.

This time, the golem lifted its arms and belly flopped. Smirking, Cecilia sank into the ground, the golem smashing into the dirt and leaving a giant, belly shaped crater. Pushing itself up, it stopped when a crossbow bolt shattered next to the gem in its head.