Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 029

Naia's excitement soon became her own. Beth told her about the bet she had made, about how hot his body felt against hers. The encounter with the demon had been scary, but she had been intensely attracted to him, wanted to dominate him and make him come. At Naia's prodding, she revealed more, soon describing her encounter with Asterion and her lifelong fetish for the creatures from her stories. At no point did it feel like it was awkward, and Naia actively listened the whole way.

Once she finished her tale, she looked at Naia. "So what do you think is going on with Oliver?"

"That's a great question. He's obviously found a way to link with your mind. He's also a powerful demon. I bet we could talk to Ratu about it. Or maybe Sofia knows something - she's been in the Library trying to dig up info on the Rat King, she could look into that too."

"Not Ratu." Not yet, anyway. The thought of falling through the reflecting pool gave her the shivers. What if Oliver really did get a hold of her this time?

Naia started to ask why not, but realization dawned in her eyes. "We could send one of the fairies with a note or something."

"We should do that." Beth looked over her shoulder. She half expected to see Oliver tucked in the corner of the ceiling through the mirror, but he was obviously lying low for now.

"There's something else we could do." A mischievous grin crossed Naia's lips. "I could examine your soul."

"My soul?"

"Yes. Magic powerful enough to track you here is likely tethered to your soul. Depending on how, I might even be able to remove it."

"That would be great!" Beth scooted in the middle of the tub. "What do you need me to do?"

Naia chuckled. "My brand of magic relies on a lot less clothing, if you know what I mean."

"Oh." The realization hit her. Of course.

"I can sense some discomfort at the idea." Naia moved closer, her fingertips tracing circles on Beth's knee. "But I wonder how much of that is you and how much of that is society telling you it's wrong."

"I...uh..." Beth had never really thought about it that way. She was very much into dick, but there was something about the soft curves of the nymph that she also found appealing.

"I wouldn't even have brought it up if I didn't sense something else. Curiosity maybe? Ooh, and regret." Naia was closer now, crawling on her hands and knees. Beth was sitting cross legged, and now one of the nymph's hands was between those legs, palm planted firmly on the tub surface below. "My lips aren't the first, are they?"

"No." Beth's voice was little more than a whisper.

"I can feel it, you know? That desire inside of you, that unanswered question. What would it be like..." Naia's free hand was on Beth's upper thigh, squeezing gently. "...to be with a woman who knows how your body works? Something different than a giant dick, the soft touch of a woman who wants you to moan in her mouth while she fingers you."

"Oh god." She hadn't noticed them at first, the magical bubbles that now floated around them. One popped by her nose, sending a rush of blood straight into her groin. "Are you using magic to seduce me?"

"Not this time." Naia winked. "I'm just amplifying what is already there." She slid her hand along Beth's jaw and up behind her ear, stroking her neck softly.

The ensuing flashback was intense. Beth was back in college again, drunk at a party. The girl across from her was Irina, a goth exchange student from another country. It had been harmless flirting at first, a ploy to get boys to bring them drinks, but the other people at the party had vanished from the periphery of her vision, her sole focus on those dark lips in front of her. There had been tender touches and a few kisses. They had begun to explore, but she had backed down at the last second.

"Not this time," Irina said, her dark eyes turning blue. The memory popped like one of Naia's bubbles and she was back in the bathroom.

"I'm wearing too much." Beth tried to unbutton her pants but Naia stopped her.

"Leave them on. For now." She winked, making Beth tremble. She had no idea what the nymph had planned, but she trusted her.

Naia leaned forward, pulling Beth's head toward her own. Beth closed her eyes and saw Irina once more, frozen in a moment that had gotten away. It had been a question she was always afraid to ask, but she knew that soon she would have her answer.

Soft lips touched her own, spreading heat throughout her body. She moaned, giving the nymph an opportunity to suck tenderly on her lower lip. Everywhere the nymph touched her, a ripple of arousal traveled the length of her body, their waves overlapping somewhere deep in her stomach. She touched Naia back, opening her eyes to see what she was doing. Trepidation filled her, uncertain of where she should start.

"It's easier with the men, isn't it?" Naia asked. "Everything begins and ends with their penis. Well, for most of them anyway."

Beth nodded. Her boyfriends had been few, and they had rarely satisfied her the same way a session with one of her dildos had.

"We women are built different. We crave intimacy of the whole body. A touch here. A kiss there." More ripples were spreading through Beth. This was no longer her imagination, but magic running across her skin. Her clothes were rippling as well, and she noticed that a small pool of water had formed beneath them, liquid tendrils climbing her legs to vanish beneath her clothes. "Our bodies are the string instruments of the sexual kingdom. To someone who knows how, any string can be plucked to generate the desired effect."

One hand passed along the upper curve of Beth's left breast, pushing her blouse open to slide inside. Naia's fingertips were warm against her skin, caressing the bottom of the breast. Her thumb circled the base of Beth's nipple, teasing it fully erect before sliding across the top.

"Your skin is so soft." Naia's breath was hot against Beth's ear. "It's part of the game, isn't it?"

"Game?" Beth said the word between breaths. She was panting lightly now, trying to push her crotch into the nymph's other hand.

"You don't even realize it. Your desire to be conquered." Naia let go of the breast and moved her hand into Beth's hair. She grabbed a handful and yanked it back, making Beth whimper. "It's just one half of your sexuality, to play the part of the soft, demure little princess."

"What?" Naia forced their mouths together, causing Beth to moan. Little pulses of water were teasing the edges of her labia now and she was now moving her hips back and forth on the bottom of the tub.

The game is played in two ways. Naia's voice was coming from nearby bubbles, each one popping to release a scent that made her think of a thunderstorm in the forest.

Play it soft and demure, lure in your lover. Pop. More tendrils teasing her clit, swirling just out of reach.

Make them think they have the upper hand. Pop. Now they teased her asshole, moving in slow circles around it.

Then conquer them instead. Take the upper hand and use them to get off. Several bubbles popped, flooding her senses. Her pants were now soaked, the fabric rippling with the water beneath. Her thighs were being squeezed in several different places by the water that had enveloped her, a massage that had the effect of making her groin throb. No matter how she moved, she couldn't get the pressure on her clit to increase, Naia deliberately teasing her with those tendrils.

But secretly...

Naia's tongue was in her mouth, her magic pouring into Beth. She was having trouble catching her breath, gasping between moans.

Deep down...

Water snakes now toyed with her breasts, her waist and stomach circled with swirling water. She hadn't even noticed them.

You're hoping that you will meet your match. Her hips were lifted off the ground, the fingers on her skin pulsing with power. The room took on a pink and purple glow, the air suddenly filled with magical bubbles that lifted her and floated free, hovering above her. The bubbles were playing music now, different string instruments that played together in perfect harmony. Naia broke the kiss, floating over Beth as if they were both underwater.

Oh god, Beth thought, realizing that they were, in fact, underwater. It was hard to tell, but tiny bubbles had formed over her eyes, allowing her to see underwater. When she tried to breathe, the bubbles rushed into her mouth to fill her lungs with life giving air.

The tickling fingers along her pussy turned into swirling vortexes, her pants and underwear sliding free of her body to get caught up in the magical maelstrom around them. Her labia parted and she grunted to accept the intrusion of a large water cock. When she looked down, she could see it, colored purple by Naia's magic. It wasn't as thick as the Delightful Dragon, but the edges of it rippled like a snake trying to shed its skin.

"Oh god!" Her voice was swallowed up by the water. Naia's body had become translucent, merging with the watery sphere she was trapped in. As the water cock slid into her, she flailed her arms. She desperately wanted to grab onto something, anything.

That lack of control scares you, doesn't it? Naia grinned, lowering her mouth toward Beth's stomach. All that was visible of her now was her head and torso, her body now gone. But it does something else for you too.

The nymph clamped her mouth onto Beth's swollen clit and Beth screamed under the water, grabbing onto that thick, curly blue and green hair. She pushed herself into the nymph, her whole body aching for sexual release. The dick inside of her had filled her up and now vibrated, its surface rotating and spinning in different parts of her. It was like thousands of tiny hands had sprouted, massaging her from the inside.

"Please, please, please..." She begged, her words floating away from her. Her whole body was humming, and an aura had formed around her that connected her to the water. Images appeared in the bubbles around, memories of masturbating with her dildos over the years. She watched as they synced up, each one zooming in on her face that first moment she would penetrate herself, her mouth open and her eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

The nymph was no longer just inside her body. She was now in her mind, playing back Beth's greatest hits.

She felt a gentle pushing against her ass. She let go of Naia's head and grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling them apart for the large cock that entered her from beneath. It hummed inside of her, resonating with the other through the thin perineal wall between them. Naia's tongue was now a steady stream of water against her clit now, like a removable shower head on full blast.

The two cocks took turns filling her up and her legs kicked frantically. She felt the orgasm building, but couldn't seem to get enough air. She was being reprogrammed, all control stripped away from her. Her insides churned with excitement, the light around her body streaming brightly through the water like a sunbeam. This wasn't just Naia getting her off. The nymph had filled her up, stretching her holes until she felt like she would burst.

You won't come until you beg me.

"Please!" Her shout was muted.

Not good enough. Naia kept up her assault, holding her just on the edge.

"Let me come, please..." She was almost hyperventilating, the bubbles streaming into her mouth. She wanted to take a nice, deep breath and let out the scream that had built up inside of her. She hovered on the precipice of perhaps the biggest orgasm she had ever had, staring down into its depths with hungry eyes.

What will you do for me? She could hear the smile in Naia's voice. Just begging isn't good enough.

Beth's whole body hummed now, her arms floating uselessly at her side.

"Anything." She couldn't think, her brain stuck in overdrive. What on earth could such a creature want from her?

Anything?

"Name it!"

The lower half of Naia's body appeared in front of Beth's head, legs bent as if she was sitting on her knees. It created an odd illusion, as if the nymph was sitting in a magical hole that exited up above. Those thick, wonderful thighs opened in front of her. Naia's clitoris was a large, luminescent pearl the size of a marble.

Take that final leap.

Beth didn't have to be asked twice. She grabbed onto Naia's legs and pulled them toward her, burying her face in the hairless, puffy lips in front of her. In her mind, she wanted to caress, tease, and seduce. However, once she took that thick pearl into her mouth, she realized that it was somehow giving off oxygen.

Feel free to be rough. Beth sucked it in and swirled it around her mouth with her tongue. There was no tact or planning, just pure, sexual instinct. Naia's moans emanated from the bubbles around them. Beth used her fingers, sliding two in and exploring. She pumped Naia hard, gasping when the water pumped her back. They began to rotate in the water, and Beth was now taking in larger gulps of air from Naia. The orgasm was building for both of them, Beth's fingers slipping free when she could no longer control her arms. Instead, she wrapped them around Naia's thighs and pulled her in, squeezing her ass with both hands. Naia moaned, the vibration traveling up Beth's stomach.

Beth's back arched, her fingers clamping down on Naia's skin. Unable to control herself, she took in a deep breath, the water cocks humming inside her body. The light around them soaked into her skin, filling her with warmth.

When she screamed, the cocks expanded inside of her, filling both of her holes to an extent she never knew was possible. The air rushed out of her lungs in the form of hundreds of bubbles, and she was so full she felt like she couldn't take another breath. Naia disappeared and then reappeared, her mouth finding Beth's. A swirling vortex of water focused itself on Beth's clit, and Naia kissed her, filling her lungs with air once more.

The second scream was nearly as loud, and Naia inhaled it from her, the glow from her body transferring to the nymph. Beth shuddered, losing control of her limbs, but Naia held her close, kissing her tenderly. When the third scream came, the cocks suddenly pulled out of her, triggering a fresh wave of aftershocks through her body.

The room dimmed, the lights cutting in and out. The sphere of water around them burst and they both fell into the bathtub beneath, the water catching them both. Beth's vision was blurry, her whole body so weak that she couldn't move.

The nymph held her head above the water, her whole body warm with power. Naia wiped moisture from Beth's eyes, clearing her vision. Beth took several deep breaths, each one beginning with a sigh. They sat this way for several minutes, or maybe even an hour, she had no way of knowing.

"Still have regrets?" Naia finally broke the silence.

"Only one."

"What's that?"

"I'm not sure how anybody is going to top that." They both laughed. Beth sighed, enjoying the feel of Naia's fingers running through her hair. "So, did you figure it out? How to break the spell, or enchantment, whatever?"

Naia's fingers stopped, and she felt the nymph tense up next to her. "About that. I'm not sure how to tell you this, but..." Naia sat up, moving across from Beth to face her. She took her hands in her own, holding them tightly. "Do you know how I swapped soul pieces with Mike?"

"Yeah?"

The nymph grimaced.

"I'm not sure how, but the demon stitched part of his soul to yours."

-

Mike walked slowly through the long tunnel, marveling at the random bits of furniture stuck in the walls. Occasionally they would pass a window that overlooked a random geographical feature. Mountains, lakes, and underground caverns were on full display for him, and he wondered if these were places contained inside the house or something else altogether.

"Hold up." Carmina stopped the group, her body flashing three times. The tunnel branched off in two directions. She flew quickly down one path, her light fading away. Soon, the only light they had was the glow of Cecilia's body, her eerie hair floating in the stillness of the cavern.

They waited in silence for several minutes, Mike's eyes adjusting to the gloom. He knelt down to examine a piece of wood embedded in the floor. He touched it, wondering where the other side was. The wood radiated enough heat to warm his fingers.

"What the hell?" He waved Tink over, who touched it with her hands. She examined it with her goggles, her face screwed up in concentration.

"Hot wood attached to hot room." She shrugged at him, the lenses flicking away from her face and disappearing. "Tink out of ideas. Maybe sauna?"

"Fair enough." As long as the hot room wasn't secretly on fire. He didn't need the house to expand and then promptly burn down. What happened in the unrevealed rooms anyway? Tink and the others had told him they fell asleep, but he suspected it was more than that. Did time just jump forward or was everyone in suspended animation somehow?

His mind went through all the possibilities, his theories getting deeper with every minute. It suddenly occured to him that Carmina had been gone for a very long time.

"Do you think we should go after her?" he asked.

Tink jumped at the sound of his voice. She had been leaning against the wall and had apparently dozed off. Her hands tightened around her hammer and she jumped forward, brushing her skirt off. Cecilia was staring down the tunnel Carmina had traveled down. Her milky white eyes couldn't see, at least not on the visible spectrum. Her view of the world was completely different than his, and she was currently focused on something.

"What is it?" Mike moved in front of her to see better, his body blocking her glow. His eyes quickly adapted and he saw a faint red glow swirling down the passage, steadily drawing closer. It was like watching a star fall from the sky.

"Run!" Carmina's voice was full of panic. Mike turned to go back toward the house, but Carmina took the other turn, pausing just long enough to lock eyes with him.

"Not toward the house!" She sped away, her wings beating frantically. Loud clunking sounds came from where she had been, so they followed behind her, moving as quickly as they could. Tink was the slowest, so Mike picked her up and carried her slung over his shoulder.

"Husband go faster!" Tink patted him on the back to urge him on. Mike rolled his eyes.

"What is coming after us?"

"Scary chair!" Something metallic pinged off of the walls causing Mike to tap into his inner sprinter. They moved through a couple of twists in the tunnel and a dim light appeared at the end of the tunnel.

"Chair?" He wanted to turn, but he heard that metallic sound again. Tink's legs kicked and she swung her hammer. She connected with something and he felt the shock travel through his shoulder.

"Run faster!" She smacked him with her free hand. His chest already burned from running with a goblin and he charged into the light. Gravity shifted dramatically, the world spinning rapidly around him while he fell sideways and crashed into the floor.

He was in a large food pantry and the hole had been chewed into the floor. The sudden shift in gravity had caused his fall, and he tried to stand. Tink had tumbled farther than he had and she was already up.

A shape burst through the opening and arced toward him. He rolled to the side, narrowly dodging it. He stood up and saw that he faced an old wheelchair that had been modified to hold a pair of machetes on sticks and some whirring saw blades affixed to the end of metal pipes. The blades whirred ominously without a motor to power them, and the chair spun in place, facing Mike.

Cecilia floated in front of him and moved away. The chair followed her instead, swinging at her instead. She dodged out of the way to hold its attention, her ethereal form safe from its sharp edges.