Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 043

"Leave it on. Let me have my fun."

He relaxed, and the watery hands beneath him massaged him all over, and slowly worked his pants off. Mike suppressed a chuckle, knowing that the nymph would have her way with him one way or the other, and he was soon hard and ready for her.

Still, she sat behind him, her strong hands massaging his scalp. The water around his head flowed away, and she hummed a song to herself. The hands massaging his thighs pulled his legs apart, and more hands formed around his scrotum, spreading across his pelvis and stroking him everywhere.

A tiny groan escaped his lips when the hands found the base of his cock and began stroking him. The stroking stopped, and then fingers circled his shaft and squeezed while rising, disappearing once they reached the top. He shuddered and moaned into his hot towel.

"More," he mumbled.

"Oh, I'll give you more." Naia's hands remained on his head, but tiny mouths licked and kissed his cock. He bucked his hips a little, and his own magic came to life, deep inside his belly. It was magic born of a sexual union with the banshee Cecilia, a cross between her fae nature and the nymph magic that Naia had bestowed upon Mike on the day he had become the Caretaker of his house. He could sense danger when it was near, had essentially no refractory period, and could generate electricity that caused powerful orgasms.

While not harmful, he had recently discovered that this electricity caused a tiny piece of his soul to swap with whoever he was fucking. As a result, he imagined his soul was now a patchwork quilt of nearly everyone in the house. He had already begun manifesting some of his housemates' traits, but aside from being able to scream like a banshee, they all seemed to be minor.

A small mass landed on his belly, and he tried to move, but his wrists were held in place by strong hands.

"Go ahead, Olivia." said Naia.

The fairy let out a cheer and he felt her walk across his belly until she stood next to his cock. The tiny mouths vanished, and he heard the fluttering of wings quickly become an intense buzzing sound. Wondering what on earth the fairy was up to, his hips bucked when he felt the vibrating wings tickle the edge of his glans, a sensation very similar to a magic bullet on crack.

"Holy... nggh!" He did his best to hold still, but the sensation was both ticklish and pleasurable. Olivia was clearly moving around his crotch, her wings fluttering across his frenulum. He gasped several times, his magic spreading across his body in waves.

"Hmm. It looks like you're getting close," Naia told him, and she let go of his head. When she removed the towel from his face, he looked down to see Olivia hungrily licking the opening of his cock and lapping up what she could of his precum before Naia shooed her away.

The nymph straddled him with her long, beautiful legs and lifted her gown just enough so that it wouldn't catch between them. With a wink, she sank onto him, taking his massive cock inside of her.

Mike moaned, and Naia playfully swiveled her hips until she had sunk all the way down onto him. Her innards swirled in circles, and he felt those same fingers begin jacking him off in discrete movements. The water beneath him pushed him forward until he was in a sitting position with Naia right in front of him. He tried to grab the nymph but was puzzled when he realized that the water was still restraining him.

"Naia?" Confused, he watched her pull the scissors from a pocket in her gown.

"Oh, I don't want you to move. I might mess up your hair." She leaned forward, her vagina squeezing him tightly while he slid out of her. Naia used her fingers to measure a few lengths of hair and made a couple of snips before sinking onto him again. Mike gasped, but she continued cutting his hair this way, her pussy clenching him tightly with every thrust. The water held him by the neck and shoulders now, preventing him from moving while she fucked him, and his whole body pulsed with energy.

She worked quickly, shearing away his excess locks in a matter of minutes, every snip of the scissors punctuated with the sensation of her curvaceous ass slamming into his thighs. He groaned, the electricity jumping between the two of them, and Naia's lowered the scissors more than once to catch her breath before continuing.

"Naia, please... don't stop." He was so close, his cock twitching every time she sank down on him.

The nymph smirked and settled her movements. "Your sideburns aren't even yet," she told him, then pulled a straight edge razor from her kit.

Mike's throat went dry as he did his best to hold still. Naia was now doing slight pelvic thrusts that sent jolts of pleasure straight to his spine. She dragged the razor across his skin, and he barely felt a thing as the water splashed him clean after each pass. Apparently, she had given several haircuts to the Caretakers of the house over the years, but he had no idea where she gained her abilities with the razor in her hand. She leaned forward and squared off his neckline without even looking at it.

He felt there were plenty of rational explanations for how she could do it, but it really came down to one word: magic.

"Hmm." Naia folded up the razor and grabbed Mike's chin, tilting his face back and forth. "Looks good."

"I bet it does." His voice squeaked when she squeezed his cock with her vagina. Her innards now felt like a series of fingers squeezing and stroking his sensitive shaft.

"But it seems like you're still a bit stressed." Her hips undulated on top of him. "If only I knew of a way to—"

Mike yanked his arms free of her watery lashes and grabbed her by the hips. Naia laughed when he tipped her onto her back, the water jets moving beneath them to support her weight as well. He held her tightly while he pounded her, his cock growing even harder when he heard her cry out his name. Her clitoris was swollen and hard now, the nymph's pearl pressing against him.

The water beneath them turned to steam, floating into the sky above as Mike let out a yell and blew his load into the nymph. His magic washed over her, and her entire body turned transparent for a moment, revealing that his magic pulsed through her and ricocheted off the surface of her body, filling her with light. She let out a scream of her own and clamped her legs tightly against his waist, and the fountain gushed water nearly thirty feet in the air, creating an artificial rainstorm that soaked both of them.

Panting, Mike was unable to pull his cock free before the magic ricocheted back into him, and he filled her up again. He could see both of his loads floating through her body now, sparkling with magical light. Her skin and clothes became opaque once more, and they both fell to the floor of the empty fountain, gasping for breath.

"You... never cease to amaze me, lover." Naia rolled off of him and laid on one side. "Every time we're together, it's magic."

"I know how you feel." Mike sat up and kissed her, placing his hand on the back of her head. He twisted his fingers in her hair, marveling at how the strands turned to water and parted before he could get them too tangled.

They kissed this way for several minutes before Mike heard a gasp and a grunt, followed by the sound of something heavy hitting the roof. Breaking his kiss with Naia, he scanned the garden, his eyes eventually settling on the stony form on the roof watching them.

"You okay up there, Abella?" He squinted into the sky, unable to make out the expression on her face. Only her head was visible where she sat, and he could really only see her silhouette.

"Um.. yeah, I'm fine. Just, uh..." Abella sank out of view before she finished her sentence, and Mike suppressed a laugh. Clearly the gargoyle had been watching them, and he had a pretty good guess what she had been up to.

"You've got more work to do," Naia told him as she stood up. Water refilled the fountain, and she helped him to the edge, waving her hand a few times to dry him off with her magic. He put his clothes back on and blew her another kiss before going in the house. He caught sight of his reflection in the window on his way in the back door, and thought his hair looked much better now.

Even with the stupid grin he was wearing.

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The afternoon was spent ordering more supplies for the house. Inheriting the house had come with an extremely hefty sum of cash, the kind that generated enough interest in a year to comfortably live off of. However, he still had to watch his spending, because so much of that cash was earmarked for multiple repairs on the house, as well as food, various supplies, and the occasional gift for one of his housemates. Even now, Yuki was likely in her room using the easel he had bought her to work on her tarot cards. It was a fascinating process where she painted the card nearly life size and then shrank it down it fit in her pocket.

After a meeting with Reggie to discuss rat affairs, the smell of pot roast lured him to the dinner table. Everyone from breakfast was there, but Ratu herself had also made a rare appearance, wearing a beautiful red gown with a green dragon moving across it. Her dark skin was punctuated with snake scales, and the naga raised a glass of wine when Mike entered.

"Are we celebrating?" he asked.

"Only a bit. I had a recent breakthrough in some of my research, and thought I deserved a treat." She winked at him, then drained her glass before letting Reggie refill it for her. The rat sat between the naga and Beth, and he adjusted his Mr. Potato Head glasses when Sofia set a plate of food in front of him.

"No Asterion tonight?" He was surprised that the minotaur hadn't come with Ratu.

"He's in a foul mood." Ratu smirked.

"I'm afraid some of my subjects set off a rather complex series of traps this morning." Reggie's whiskers trembled when he spoke. "He has spent all day trying to reset a small section of the Labyrinth."

"Yes, I'm afraid he would be bad company, even for you." Ratu smirked at Beth. The lawyer blushed and concentrated on her own meal when it arrived.

While everybody was eating, Dana made another appearance at the table, holding a coffee mug in her hand.

"I thought you already ate this morning." Mike looked at the young woman with concern. "Everything okay?"

In response, Dana held up her other hand. He winced when he saw the deep gashes in her palm. The wounds didn't bleed, but it still freaked him out to see her hand so mangled.

"Tried something new with one of the rotor assemblies. It went poorly, and now my hand keeps catching on everything." Dana sat close to Tink and downed half of the contents of her mug. Like an obscene magic trick, she held out her palm so the others could watch the edges of her torn flesh light up like fiber optic cables and slowly knit themselves back together. "Good as new, I guess."

Tink just shook her head. "Dead girl wait for Tink next time," she said, then focused on her own meal.

After dinner, Mike quietly excused himself and grabbed a beer from the fridge after sneaking away from the table. As much as he enjoyed the company of others, he needed some quiet moments to reflect, and he moved through the noisy dining hall without a word and headed out to the front yard.

Despite the general hubbub inside, his recent days had gotten lazy, and Mike wasn't sure how he felt about it. After spending his first few weeks in the house dodging danger and meeting new people, it was nerve wracking just standing around waiting for the next thing to happen. There was at least one powerful warlock still out there with a grudge against him, and he couldn't forget about the look that Elizabeth had given him when last they spoke. Having a pair of powerful enemies out in the world made it difficult for him to let his guard down, and he knew they would come for him eventually.

And when they did, he hoped he would be ready.

Still, leaning against the house with a beer in his hand, he couldn't help but feel a small hole in his heart. Casting a wistful glance at the porch swing, he thought of the banshee Cecilia. She had disappeared about two months back after ferrying some wayward souls into the afterlife. Her absence made him sick to his stomach, but he knew that she was still alive, wherever she was. It had been accidental, but he had given a piece of his soul to the banshee and received a piece of hers in return.

Not that anybody knew if she even had a soul. Banshees were an ancient type of fae that were created from old, faerie magic, and though she was alive, she was still very much a being of pure energy. When he had given her a piece of his soul, she had imbued him with that raw energy which now manifested itself as a series of sparks that he could summon on command.

That, and the ability to shriek at high volume. Ratu had insisted that he practice it like a skill, and after screaming himself hoarse over several nights, he could now let out a scream that would deafen anyone nearby and generate a powerful wind to go with it.

Lily had teased him about it, asking him what color his cape would be when he eventually started fighting crime.

Today had been wonderful, but all he could think about was his missing friend. She was the last piece of the puzzle, and now that the sun was setting, he wanted nothing more than to sit with her and listen as the world put itself to bed. He had even asked Reggie if the rats could open a portal into the afterlife so that he could go find her, but the Rat King had informed him that a portal to the other side (as he called it) was outside of their power.

Sunset cast auspicious shadows across the front yard, and Mike leaned against the front railing, his eyes on the garden. He took another sip from his beer, then frowned. He was quickly reaching the bottom of the bottle, and he debated going back for another. The house had gone quiet behind him, and he suppressed a smile.

The sun finally vanished behind the homes across the street, and darkness crept across the garden. The crescent moon sat above him in the sky, and glowing flowers bloomed beneath its pale light. LIghtning bugs flickered in the garden, and Mike watched them dance around above the flowers. The front garden was its own magical biome now, and he wondered what sort of other creatures would manifest in time. Had the front yard looked this way for Emily?

The moon's glow intensified over the garden, and the fireflies began to fly in circles, swarming together where the maze began. The flowers shifted colors like Christmas lights, and the air went still around him. Distant music filled the air as a glowing portal opened between the bugs, stretching wide and forming an oval. Beams of light burst through, and he could hear the gentle pulsing of waves against the shore. It was a portal to the afterlife, the same kind that Cecilia had vanished through.

Mike dropped his beer and leapt off the porch, running for the portal's entrance. A glowing figure stepped through, illuminated from behind.

"Cecilia!" Arms outstretched, he ran for her. The portal zipped shut, allowing the moonlight to illuminate the dark figure who stepped through. The spectral figure was dressed in black leather and had long, dark hair that hung just past his shoulders and contrasted with pale skin that practically glowed.

MIke slid to a stop, stumbling briefly right in front of the newcomer before losing his balance and falling down in the grass.

"You must be Mike." The newcomer knelt down and offered his hand. "I've heard a lot about you." His accent was thick, with an irish lilt to it.

"Um... okay." Mike took the hand offered to him and stood. "Sorry about that, I thought you were somebody else."

"I figured as much." The figure gave a gentle bow, then stood. His eyes were pitch black, putting Mike on guard immediately.

"So... can I help you with something?"

"Indeed. My name is Sulyvahn, and I was sent by the faerie queen."

"Faerie queen?"

"Yes, my liege. She has a contract with the builder of this home requiring one of my kind to maintain a watch on the premises and escort its Caretaker to the other side at the appropriate time."

"That... that's Cecilia's job." The world felt like it was closing in on Mike, and he gritted his teeth.

Sulyvahn's smile faded. "I'm afraid that is no longer the case. I am to be her replacement. It isn't the type of work I normally do, but work is short for one such as I these days, and exceptions must be made."

"Wait. Do you know where she is?" Mike grabbed Sulyvahn by the arms and tried not to shake him.

"She is currently a guest of the queen, and likely will not be returning." Sulyvahn's dark eyes flicked to where Mike held him.

"Why?!?" When Mike spoke, his voice left him with a blast of energy that rustled nearby plants, and chased away the fireflies. Sulyvahn's hair billowed out behind him, caught in the breeze.

Sulyvahn's jaw dropped. "That... was the cry of a banshee! How?"

Behind him, the front door opened, and he heard footsteps. Beth and Tink were by his side first, followed by some of the others.

"You have quite the menagerie," Sulyvahn noted. "Greetings and well met. My name is Sulyvahn. I am here to act as your guide to the afterlife."

"We heard shouting," Beth said, putting a hand on Mike's elbow. "Is everything okay?"

"He said he is Cecilia's replacement." Mike let go of the man, his fists balling up. "He says the faerie queen has her."

"Is he a banshee too?" Beth took a step toward the man, curiosity on her face.

"Nay, fair lass. The banshee are women-folk only. I am a different type of fae. I usually ride around on a horse, but I dinna need one if I'm to stay." Sulyvahn grabbed the hair on top of his head and lifted. His head separated from his body, and inky black smoke drifted up from his neck where it detached, and an insidious grin stretched across his face.

"Mortals refer to my kind as a dullahan."

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Thank you so much for reading, and I hoped you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Don't forget to leave a rating or review, I absolutely love them.

As I mentioned before, Book Four will take place largely in the house (even though this chapter makes it seem otherwise), so stick around to see what's in store for the Caretaker and his friends. It's going to be a lot of fun!