Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 011

"Fuck!" Tink lifted the other crossbow, closing one eye and taking aim. This one flew true, striking the gem. It exploded in a cacophony of light and sound, the golem crumbling into a large pile of gravel.

The others, unperturbed, remained at their post, moving closer together.

"Stupid rock fucks," Tink growled, reloading both of her bows. Cecilia emerged from inside the golem's carcass, clearly pleased with the shattered body beneath her.

"Let's take our time," Abella said, noticing the other golems had stayed at their post. Readying her spear, she and Tink moved forward, ready for Cecilia to lure the next one out.

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"OH MY GOD!" Sarah came hard, soaking Mike's lap with her cum. Her orgasm subsiding, her face once again twisted into a mask of cruelty, one hand clutching Mike's throat and squeezing. "I hate you so much right now," she hissed, her hips already beginning to move on their own. Soon, she released Mike's throat, allowing him to breathe deeply once more before cumming deep inside the witch.

"Holy shit!" Mike tried to extricate himself, but she was too strong. The erotic euphoria took him once again, and he pushed Sarah off only to roll her over and take her from behind, her elbows planted firmly on the ground.

"OH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Sarah slammed her ass against him, her whole body shuddering once more. Mike was now in a frenzy, pounding her as fast as he could. Sarah crawled away from him, kicking him back and away, only to fall under the spell of the Mandragora's powder once more.

"I don't understand," Mike said, the next time he came, trying to unwrap himself. His legs were going numb, and his lower back was beginning to hurt.

"I'm going to rip off your face," Sarah informed him, before pushing him back and throwing herself on top of him. In their frantic thrusting, Sarah lifted up too high, Mike's dick popping free. In his frantic rush to get back inside her, he missed the target, pushing his way into her tight asshole.

"Oh fuck!" Sarah grabbed his hips and sank all the way down until his balls were squeezed by her ass cheeks. She rode him like this for several minutes, and he came again, filling her ass up with his seed. Gasping for breath, he could only lie there in a daze until the powder took over once again, his entire world consumed by the desire to mate, to fuck, to pound her relentlessly.

How long had they been at this? Mike's whole body hurt, yet his dick was doing all of the talking. Every time the powder took over, he sank even deeper into the euphoria of pure, unadulterated sex.

Sarah's face twisted up, turning bright red as she experienced a string of orgasm all together. Eyes popping open, she stared down at Mike, opening her mouth to say something. Instead, a line of drool fell from her mouth, and she collapsed on top of Mike, gasping for air. The two of them had just been forced to run a marathon at a sprint, and Mike felt like his heart couldn't take much more.

"I hate you so much," Sarah told him, the anger now out of her voice. It had been replaced with acceptance, the realization that neither of them was going to survive.

"I'm not always a fan of myself," he informed her, cumming one last time inside her. This time, his dick went soft and stayed that way, and Sarah fell to the side, neither of them unable to move.

Several minutes passed. Mike couldn't move, his eyes locked on Sarah's. She was breathing so hard that the dirt on the ground was forming a little air channel in front of her mouth.

"All we wanted was the house," she told him. "This could have been so easy if you had just sold us the house."

"I discovered something better than money," he said, letting out a big sigh. It was hard enough just talking. "They're my family."

"They're not even human." Sarah tried to push herself away from him, but was unable to. "They're monsters. Tools at best, ready to be used."

"If you really believe that, then you are the real monster here." Mike coughed, his lungs hurting. "This is not how I thought my day would go."

Sarah laughed, a sound that was closer to a bark. "Me either. The Society thought you had gained some supernatural power here. It turns out you have the devil's own luck is all." Sarah was moving slowly away from him. Puzzled, Mike glanced down to see that the creeper vines had found her once more, tentatively moving her.

"I'm guessing my luck has run out." Mike smirked. "But at least the others are safe."

"To think that I survived two World Wars and Salem, only to end up here with you." Sarah took a deep breath, closing her eyes. "A curse on you, Mike Radley."

"Time to feed the Mandragora," Mike muttered, the vines wrapping around his waist and pulling him across the ground too. His entire body was now numb, his back in a state of near spasm. Sarah muttered to herself, the exhausted witch dragged toward the pitcher plant nearest them. The large leaves at the base of the plant reached for her, stroking her face gently, assessing its meal. The leaves in the clearing rustled their approval, and Sarah let out a sigh as she was pulled through the opening of the pitcher, sliding down into its depths. With a loud creak, the pitcher lifted into the air, supported by several thick, curly vines. The light penetrated deep enough that he could see her silhouette, her limbs moving in slow motion as the pitcher filled with fluid. No matter how high she reached, she couldn't get to the edge.

It was Mike's turn. Pulled close to the plant, the leaves stroked his body, first touching his feet, then his head. The plant shifted about, a suitably large pitcher selected to accommodate him. There was no malice in their touch, only instinct. Dragged toward the opening of the plant, one of the leaves stroked his cheek gently, like a mother would a child.

The memory came unbidden, an instinct from another time and another life.

"Hey there, sweet pea." The words came on their own, slipping free of him and vanishing on the wind.

All movement stopped. The plant shivered, thousands of leaves rustling all at once. Tiny creeper vines emerged from beneath the larger leaves, touching his face, then stroking his skin where he had been injured.

"I'm not even mad. Okay?" How could he be? The poor thing was starving. "I'm sorry I didn't take care of you sooner. I'm afraid I made a mess of things." It was taking serious effort just to keep his eyes open now, the urge to sleep overcoming him. Already, the struggles inside of Sarah's pitcher had ceased, her silhouette floating eerily in the center, likely to be dissolved over several days.

The pitcher that had been prepared for him was dragged away, and the lager vines released him. The creepers moved over his body, touching him gently where he had been cut, his whole body tingling in response. The leaves up above rustled, and a large piece of fruit fell, landing by his face.

"Heh." Mike wanted to get up and grab it, but just lifting his head was too hard. The Mandragora wrapped the large, apple shaped fruit in two vines and twisted, breaking it in half. The first half was pushed against Mike's mouth, and he greedily sucked at the surface, surprised at how juicy it was. Taking small bites, his body flooded with warmth all the way to his toes. Upon finishing the first half, the second half was promptly fed to him as well. More rustling overhead and a coconut appeared, dropped from above and caught gently before it could roll on his face. This was cracked open, the liquid poured down his throat.

"Yeah. Thatta girl." Mike sipped at the coconut, which somehow tasted more like an orange. Upon closer inspection, he realized that the coconut wasn't perfectly round-it had a tapered point on one end. He couldn't be bothered to wonder, however, and he just kept drinking.

"I guess you're not going to eat me after all," Mike said, using his newfound energy to grab one of the larger vines and hug it tightly against his chest like a stuffed toy. The Mandragora lifted him, building a hammock of vines beneath his tired body. Holding the plant against his chest, he sighed, relieved that he had made survived.

The Mandragora rocked him gently. Eyelids fluttering, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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Some of you saw this coming. No joke. From the first time we saw the Mandragora, to the introduction of the Society witches, I got at least a couple people who guessed this was going down. The Lit community's support has been immense in helping me find the energy to manage this output, so if you enjoyed this chapter, please make sure to rate it, leave a comment, or send me a message. I may not respond (due to time constraints), but I DO read all of them!

Much love to all of you, I will be seeing you in 2018!

Annabelle