Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 030

"You mean what she found." Beth shook her head. "I don't like the idea that whatever she found needed to be kept a secret even from Naia."

"Yeah, well..." He shrugged. "Beats a group of witches summoning storms on the lawn." He hoped he was right. "Tink, what are you working on?"

"Rat smasher." She scribbled a few extra lines and hopped off her hay bale. "Tink go work now. See husband later." She walked toward the stairs in the back of the garage, disappearing around the corner.

Mike's stomach growled. It was getting dark out, and he realized he hadn't eaten all day. It was time for a break.

-

Sofia made them sit at the small table just off the kitchen. Beth, Ratu, Zel and Mike chatted quietly while Sofia cooked. Tink appeared briefly when food came out, grabbing a plate for herself and then wandering back out to the garage, muttering the whole time. Sofia sat on her knees so that she was eye level with everybody else.

Sitting at the table, Mike looked over his strange new family. He was surrounded by beautiful women who enjoyed his company, fantastic food, and a sense of belonging he had never had. He wondered if Emily had felt the same way at some point. What could have turned her toward her strange behavior near the end?

It grew even darker outside, night having finally come. Ratu and Sofia left, returning to their respective areas. Mike felt guilty going to bed with Jenny still missing, but he was exhausted. This wasn't a problem that he could just throw himself at, and he hoped for more clarity in the morning.

At Beth's request, he covered the mirrors in the bathroom and her bedroom. It gave him the chills to think that a demon could be sitting behind the reflection of the fabric, just waiting to make a grab for him. Beth was unusually stoic about the fact that some dark entity had it in for her, but he assumed it was part of what made her a perfect fit for the house.

Naia helped him bathe, giving him a relaxing massage in the tub. He asked her again if she knew anything about what Emily had been doing, but she still had no answers. Resigned to having a mystery to solve on his own, he slid into the cool sheets of his bed, staring at the oddly placed carpet near the corner of the room. It was where Emily had been found eventually, her body rotting and ruining the wood.

"What were you up to?" He knew from Ratu that she had been seeking immortality, but felt like that was no longer the whole story.

Either way, the carpet didn't have an answer for him. He turned off the light and rolled over, his eyes closing. He lay that way for nearly an hour, his mind whirring through all the possibilities. Tomorrow morning, he was going to break down the wall in the servant's room and go down that original path and confront the Rat King in his throne room.

Everything after that was still up in the air. The door of his room creaked, and he heard footsteps approaching the bed.

"Hey, Tink." He lifted the blankets to let her in. He heard clothing fall to the floor, the bed squeaking quietly when she got in. It wasn't until he felt the normal sized hand slide around his waist and grab his cock that he realized it wasn't the goblin. He turned the light on and rolled over to see Zel's smiling face staring back at him.

"What are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Zel winked at him. "I wanted to spend some more time with you."

"Where's Tink?"

"She's busy in the garage. Making a ton of noise with her tools. When I complained, she told me to sleep somewhere else, so here I am." The centaur grinned, pulling the sheet back to reveal her bare body. "The potion is slowly wearing off, and I intend to make the most of it."

"Zel, I..." Thoughts of Jenny and Emily bounced around in his mind, but the sight of a naked woman before him was stiff competition. It also gave him an idea.

"Let me help you relax." She grabbed his cock through his boxers and gave it a couple of strokes. He was immediately hard, blood rushing to his groin. She pulled the boxers down to reveal the head of his cock.

"Wait, before we begin. How slowly are you turning back?"

Zel shrugged. "Slow enough. I'm guessing twelve to forty hours." She stroked his cock and gave it a lick. "Do you want to talk about math, or get your dick sucked?"

"Let's try something else." He sat up and pushed her onto her back. "If this really is a limited time thing, let's take advantage of it." He spread her legs apart, marveling at the silky mane of her tail beneath her ass. Her legs were furry, but it was still smooth to the touch. He lightly stroked her fuzzy pubes, admiring the thick lips of her labia.

"What are you doing?"

"Horsing around." He lowered his head and planted kisses along her inner thighs.

'You're so funny." The irritation in her voice was replaced by a soft sigh. He ran his fingers up her legs and across her thick, puffy folds.

"I do my best." He gave her a light kiss on her hip bone. "Actually, there's something I want your help with."

"Whatever you want as long as you keep doing that." She stretched her arms, running them slowly across the sheets. "It must be nice sleeping on something so soft."

"It has its benefits." He teased her some more, allowing the anticipation to build. She was enjoying the attention he gave her, but that was only second to what he actually wanted to accomplish. He kissed the area around her hairy mound, pushing his thumb along the edges of her labia, applying just enough pressure to make her cry for more.

He pulled her into his mouth, sliding his tongue around the edge of her swollen clit. She grabbed the back of his head, her fingers pressing into his scalp. He let his mind float, the first step to his true intentions.

She likes that. Naia's voice echoed in his ears, his fingers suddenly moving on their own. She's never had a tongue pleasure her before. She will be sensitive, so take it slow. She was just beneath the surface now, guiding him. He felt like a ghost in his own body, his lips and tongue moving of their own accord, guided by an unseen hand.

Zel's moans were low and guttural, her body moving beneath him. His tongue traced circles on her clit, his fingers sliding into her and caressing her vaginal walls. Her pelvic walls squeezed his fingers, and he added more, stretching her out. Her thighs closed, her legs wrapping around his head. She squeezed him tightly, her moans distant through her thick thighs. He crossed the fingers that he used to penetrate her and gave them a twist when they were halfway in. He enjoyed listening to the gasps of surprise that came from her, tiny sounds that were barely audible.

He was working her into a frenzy. She was lifting her hips now, pressing herself into him. Naia's voice cautioned him to back down if he wanted to continue. He uncrossed his fingers, savoring both her scent and tangy flavor.

He had every intention of getting her off, but he needed more time.

His own arousal had uncurled itself like a lazy cat in winter, stretching out before getting to work. However, that wasn't the part of him he was looking to connect with. No, he sought something much deeper and primal, hidden away somewhere inside his very soul.

The wild magic was like the pilot light of a furnace, turned down low and just waiting. While his fingers twisted against sensitive spots that elicited hot gasps of pleasure from Zel, he was attempting, for the first time, to turn the heat up all by himself. He could see it, a tiny blue spark flickering in the depths of his mind.

He was pleased when the first shock jumped from the tips of his free hand onto her thigh. Zel didn't seem to notice, and he continued feeding that inner fire, delighting in the movements of the woman beneath him.

Sparks formed on his fingers, spreading across the web of his thumb and all along his wrist. He teased Zel's short pubic hairs, picturing the sparks leaping from his hands to her skin. They formed thin streamers between the two of them, the magic traveling through her pelvis and back into his mouth. He disconnected, sticking out just his tongue to tease her clit.

"Oh!" Zel flinched when the spark jumped between them. "What are you doing down there?"

"Did you like it?" He looked up her stomach. Through the valley between her breasts, he could see her face appraising him.

"Very much."

"Good." He resumed, licking all along her inner folds, the sparks jumping back and forth between them. He concentrated on keeping the sparks where the action was occurring, watching them crawl along her skin and vanish. Her moans were louder now, but he pushed her legs off of him and sat up.

"I want to watch you," he told her, stroking his cock. "Play with yourself."

"Oh. Yeah, I can do that." Zel closed her eyes, her fingers finding her slippery slit. "I've never had a chance to really do this. Not in my true form, anyway."

"Do you need any help?"

She laughed, then let out a tiny moan. "I know where all the important stuff is, don't worry. I've done plenty of side research." She gasped when Mike leaned forward and pinched one of her nipples. Tiny sparks connected them, then vanished.

"I used to carve dildos on trees when I was younger." She moaned, using both hands to tease herself. "FInd a nice sturdy tree in the woods with some low, thick branches. Spend a few hours carving it into shape, then polish it so it's nice and smooth. Not super uncommon for centaur women, but I had to carve mine farther away from the tribe."

"Bet that was frustrating." He smiled at the sight of her, slick with her own juices, her furry legs spread to give him a full view.

"You have no idea. The first time I made one, I fucked it until my legs gave out. Came six times, had to walk back in the river, I was so sore back there."

"I bet it was hot to see." His cock was hard, cum leaking from the tip. He stroked with both hands, using her leftover juices as lube. The sparks inside of him were migrating and building up inside his cock. Every time he flexed it, it felt like he was about to blow his load.

"There was a field of tall grass not too far from the tribe. I learned at a young age that the grass was just the right height that if I ran through it, the tops would rub against me and get me off. Used to go on morning and evening runs all the time."

"Sounds like you were a naughty little centaur."

"I had a friend I used to run with. We would make a game of it, see who got off first." Zel's voice was shaky now, her words coming in bursts. She gyrated her hips on the bed, her fingers moving faster.

Mike had stroked himself to the point that he felt like he was about to lose his own load, but he knew that wasn't accurate. The magic had built up inside him with nowhere to go. LIttle sparks crawled across his skin, and he mentally commanded them to gather in just one place.

It was time.

He grabbed a handful of her tail and pulled, her whole body shifting toward him. She spread her legs wide and he placed his hands on her thighs, more sparks connecting them.

"What is that?" she asked, but he ignored her. Moving his hands to her hips, he guided his thick shaft between her swollen labia and pushed into her.

The effect was immediate. Zel's eyes widened and she let out a small scream, the energy inside of MIke dispersing through her. Her legs wrapped tightly around him and he grabbed her ass, thrusting into her slowly at first. Every time he bottomed out inside of her, he could see a fresh wave of electricity travel up along her body.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Fuck me! Mike, fuck me!" She grabbed at him, but her shaky hands kept missing. One hand clutched his thigh while the other grabbed a handful of bedsheet, twisting it hard enough that it popped free of the corner of the bed.

Go fast. Pound her hard, she wants it. Mike got his knees underneath both of them and raised his hips. Zel's bottom half lifted into the air, the head of his cock putting pressure directly on her g-spot.

Zel's cries were loud, and Mike saw a shadow go by the window. He looked out to see a stone figure leaning down from the roof, dark eyes intently watching them. Mike grinned at Abella, then returned his attention to Zel.

"I bet you like that."

"Oh gods, I love it. Don't... stop!"

It was a strange sensation. The magic had built up inside of him and he was hesitant to release it now. It felt very similar to holding back an orgasm, the two sensations now running in tandem inside of him. He could feel his balls tighten and relax, his desire to come growing more urgent. The magic was the same way, steadily trickling through the centaur and making her hair cling to the bed.

"Oh... fuck..." He grabbed at his balls, squeezing gently at the base to delay it. While the effect was immediate for his orgasm, the magic that had been building inside wasn't so easily relieved. The pressure inside his cock was tremendous, and when the dam broke, he flooded Zel with a highly charged wave of energy that manifested as an army of crawling sparks that covered her entire body.

She screamed, then came. Her vaginal walls clamped down on his dick so hard that he wasn't sure he could pull out even if he tried. Blue waves of energy washed across her, every hair on her body now standing up. She gasped for air, her arms flailing against the cool sheets of the bed.

The energy bounced back, and jumped from her back into Mike. The feeling started in the bottoms of his thighs, his ass muscles tightening and making him lift Zel's body up. Only her head was on the bed now as he frantically pumped himself in to her, the magic causing huge pulses of pleasure all through his groin.

"Fuuuuuck!" He grabbed her left hip and her tail and pulled, jamming himself into her as far as he could go. Massive waves of energy blew out of him and back into her, the sparks now making enough light that they were covered in a shimmering aura. Filled with his semen, Zel cried out again when the magic made her come a second time, the energy bouncing back into Mike.

He fell forward into her arms, his still hard cock moving at a furious pace. She cried out his name over and over again, frantically pulling at him. The energy left him again with another load of come, and he cried out, all his muscles tightening up.

Zel cried out and rolled him onto his back, furiously riding him for one last orgasm. She grunted while forcing herself down onto him, again and again, her mouth open wide and drool forming in the corners.

Zel came one last time, the sparks dispersing into the room. Her nails dug into his chest, the blue and white lightning crawling across her skin and scorching marks into the bedposts where it jumped across. Her mouth was slack, her eyes rolled back into her head and her back arched upward. Her limp arms hung at her sides while her hips kept bucking above him. Her breathing was uneven, her moans scratchy from screaming so hard.

She collapsed on top of him, her body twitching. He stroked the hair on her hair with one hand and the hair of her tail with the other, running his fingers through it and pulling it straight again. She shuddered, her pussy squeezing his cock and coating both of them in his own semen. It was several minutes before he went soft, and he rolled her onto her side, pulling himself free. She let out a long sigh, her hand finding his above the sheets.

For a moment, it seemed like she was going to say something. He looked into those deep brown eyes of hers, giving her the space to say it. She kissed him instead, a light peck just in the corner of his mouth, and rolled over.

He was certain Zel had drifted off to sleep by the time he heard the door open again. This time, the footsteps were much quieter, and Tink grumbled to herself when she realized that someone else was on her side of the bed. Undeterred, she walked over to Mike's side and got in there. He lifted his arm and she snuggled right in against his chest.

"Tink too busy tonight. Glad horse ass help out." He heard her yawn, then she bit down lightly on his forearm and fell asleep.

-

Mike opened his eyes. It was still dark, the room filled with the sound of Zel breathing and Tink snoring. He lifted his head, his pulse racing for absolutely no reason. Something had woken him.

Downstairs, he heard glass shattering.

He was up and dressed before Zel was fully awake. Tink, who had fallen asleep in her dress, rubbed at her eyes. There was a loud thump from downstairs, then the sound of something else breaking.

"Fucking rats!" Tink walked over to the door and opened her toolbox. Apparently she had brought it up with her. She pulled out her hammer and a screwdriver, tucking the latter into a loop she had stitched to her beltline. "Horse ass, hurry up!"

"Mmm, what?" Zel sat up, her hair cascading across her face like a collapsed bird's nest. With the blanket covering her legs, she looked very much like a sleepy girl-next-door type. Mike couldn't help but let his gaze linger for a couple of seconds.

"Someone is downstairs," he told her. She groaned, then pulled aside the sheets. Her legs looked a bit more muscular than they had felt just hours ago. He really hoped she didn't turn back into a full centaur while in his bed. Her dress was just under the bed, and she pulled it free.

"Naia?" Mike called out. The faucet in the bath turned on. "Any ideas what's going on?"

"There are lights downstairs. Lots of them," she answered.

Lights? "Those fairies better not be screwing around or they're grounded." He grabbed the knob of the door and walked out into the hallway. The sounds were growing louder. By the time he made it to the stairs, Beth was there to meet him. She wore a short nightgown that came to mid-thigh.

"I feel woefully underprepared," she said, looking at his clothes.

"You learn to dress quickly around here." He winced when he heard a door bang, then proceeded down the stairs. He stopped at the second floor, but the hallway was dark and no sounds could be heard from that direction. He kept going but didn't make it much farther before he saw Cerulea fire past him.

"Hey! What are you three-" he stopped when he saw five different colored orbs of light chasing after her. Cerulea reappeared, crashing into his chest.

"Bad spirits! Bad spirits!" She grabbed the neckline of his shirt and scrambled underneath. The orbs came around the corner and scattered before colliding with him. They swirled around in the entryway and then disappeared into the office.

What fresh hell were they dealing with now? He walked into the office and saw that the orbs had gone missing. He took a couple of steps in and the chair behind the desk launched itself at him.

"What the fuck?" He covered his face with his arms, the chair smashing into him. He fell down and rolled, fresh blood trickling down his face. He had bitten his lip. Was the furniture here possessed now too?

An orb blasted out of the chair and passed through the wall. The chair, thank god, remained motionless. Beth helped him up while Zel watched from the doorway. Once standing, he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and shook it. Cerulea fell out, landing on her back on the floor. She kicked her feet to right herself, but Mike helped her up.

"What were those things?"

"Bad spirits!" She flapped her wings, hovering in front of his face. "I caught them breaking dishes, so they chased me."

"Where did they come from?" When he turned around, he realized that one of them was missing. "Tink?"

"Husband!" Her voice was faint, but he was able to follow it. They all ended up at the top of the stairs to the basement. Walking down, he felt a sense of foreboding. Sure enough, he spotted Tink next to the freezer. A small hole had been carved into the concrete wall, and Mike knew exactly what the issue was.

"They came through the Vault, didn't they?"