Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 045

"That's kind of weird. What caused it?"

"What do you think? Stress. I'm guessing you miss everybody's favorite screamer, and are burnt out on trying to get her home. And though I'm no psychologist, It definitely could have been way worse." He figured she was referring to his mother, who had tormented him as a child. When Lily had trapped him here the first time they met, his mother had been a literal specter that followed him through his dreams, trying to drive him mad.

"Yeah, I guess." He balled up his fists. "Should I try again?"

"No. Once your mind gets stuck on a visual like that, it tends to repeat itself. You'll have to make a different door, summon that one again and you'll be back in that dream."

"Yeah, that would be—" he caught movement out of the corner of his eye and turned to look. Up at the house, he saw a dark figure step out of sight behind the curtains.

"What?" Lily turned to look at the house. "Did I miss something?"

"The shadow is back." He shivered. The shadow came to him often in his dreams, but this was the first time it had shown up while Lily was in his head. "He's watching us."

"Oh, I've got to see this." Lily's wings burst from her back in a sulfurous cloud, and she took off, racing toward the house.

"Hey, hey!" Mike gave chase, trying to will himself into the sky. Dream flight was something that was beyond him, so the best he managed was large leaps across the dunes and onto the grassy front yard of his home.

The house in his dreams matched the house in the real world. He was inextricably tied to it by the fact that Naia had embedded a piece of her soul into his. Just as Naia could never leave her fountain, Mike couldn't travel beyond the ocean inside his head. On one occasion, he tried shrinking the house down to put it in his pocket. It had nearly worked, but he had been startled awake by Tink falling out of bed next to him and unleashing a litany of curses.

Lily stood sideways on the outside of his house, bent over to peer into his bedroom window. Mike navigated a small cluster of bunnies made out of stone that had congregated beneath her, careful not to trip over them. It was odd how beings like the rock rabbits populated the corridors of his mind, and Lily had explained to him once that his brain did a lot more thinking while he was unconscious than he realized. In a way, it reminded him of the abstract thoughts of artificial intelligence, only his brain was much better at creating order from the chaos of his thoughts.

"And?" he asked from below.

"Don't see him." Using her foot, she slid the window open.

"Hey, don't go in without me." His words fell on deaf ears as she hopped into the house, falling horizontally. "Damnit, Lily," he muttered, then tried to jump up to the window. The rabbits, however, were now scrambling across his legs, their imaginary weight holding him down.

"Fucking dream logic." He kicked them away, stubbing his toe in the process. The rabbits multiplied, suddenly doubling in number, then scrambled across the top of his feet, snuggling up to him. He turned away from them and shuffled to the back door of the house. When the Dreamscape got away from him, it was always best to allow simple logic to take over.

"No rabbits in the house," he shouted, and the weight fell away from his feet as he stepped through the back door. Looking back, he saw the horde of stone rabbits milling about, blinking their obsidian eyes at him. They seemed to fade away into the scenery until only a small cluster of them remained. He wondered if once upon a time, he had dreamt of a bunny made of stone, or even seen something in a movie that triggered it.

"Lily?" He called into the house, walking through it carefully. So far, none of his encounters with the shadow had become violent, but the fact that it had even made an appearance was a bit of a surprise. "Lily, where are you?"

"Upstairs." He followed the sound of her voice and stepped into the upper hallway. Lily emerged from his bedroom and shrugged. She was now dressed in a purple dress with a green scarf. Her tights were a near match for the headband in her now entirely red hair.

"Nice touch," he told her.

"There's a mystery to solve." She dramatically revealed a large magnifying glass, then winked at him through it.

"Do you think he's still here?"

"I do." She lowered the magnifying glass and looked over her shoulder. "When I am in your head, I can sense your presence, easy peasy. But something definitely feels off right now. You ever have a scary dream where you know something is watching you but can't see it?"

He shuddered. "Who doesn't?"

"Well, sometimes, something else really is watching you. I've been in someone's head when that happens, you know. Feels like sinus pressure before a storm, that's the best way I can explain it. And right now, my nose is going nuts. The shadow is still here, and he's close." She looked down the hall, then held a finger to her lips and then pointed at the door to Beth's room.

Mike nodded, but Lily pointed to his mouth and rolled her finger in a circle, telling him to keep talking.

"What kind of things watch people when they dream?" Mike asked, his eyes on Beth's door.

"Truthfully? I don't really know. I've run across some beings that feed on dreams, or other demons, whatever. World's a big place, I've seen my share of interesting creatures. But there's a part of the Dreamscape that even I won't go to, and you shouldn't either, not if you can help it."

"Wait, what? You've never told me about this." He opened the door to Beth's room and looked inside. "If there's somewhere I shouldn't go, then why haven't you warned me?"

"I don't need to. If you ever encounter it, you'll know right away. A sense of fear comes over you, the same kind that you might wake up from screaming."

"Like night terrors?"

"One and the same. Science will tell you that they typically have nothing to do with our dreams, but we know better now, don't we?"

"These things cause night terrors?"

"Night terrors can be caused by many things, but they are the primary culprit. You wake up in a cold sweat, unable to move because they are still feeding on your psyche, and refuse to let go. You ever hear of bathophobia?"

"Fear of... baths?" He grimaced, knowing it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself.

Lily rolled her eyes. "Fear of depths. Imagine swimming in the ocean and then going out over a dark patch, watching the ground fall away into the pitch black of the depths below."

Mike shivered.

"Exactly. Typically these things lurk in the dark and deep parts of your dreams. People who encounter them rarely remember the dream itself, but bring their fears back to the waking world. It's also why some people are afraid of deep water, and even holes. That's where I typically find them inside of dreams. Bet if we swam far enough into the ocean, we could sink to the bottom and come across one. If the terror of the encounter doesn't wake you right away, they can take a piece of your mind with you when they go." Lily crossed Beth's room and opened the closet. "Nothing here."

"Sounds a lot like the Old Ones." He and Ratu had destroyed a piece of an Old One. The task had been difficult and had nearly cost him his life.

"Perhaps. There's a theory that the Old Ones aren't gone, just asleep. Perhaps these encounters are simply their dreams bleeding over into our world. Either way, I've been known to bail on a dream if I encounter anything I don't recognize." Lily got on her hands and knees to look under the bed, revealing that she wore a pair of crotchless purple panties.

Mike laughed. "You just can't help yourself, can you?"

"Hmm?" Lily looked over her shoulder and wiggled her ass back and forth for him. "Oh, is there a problem? Did you spot a clue?"

He couldn't help it. He walked up behind her and gave her ass a playful slap. "Maybe. But we're looking for the shadow, remember?"

"Oh, I know." She stood up and grabbed him by the front of the shirt. "But we both know it's just going to be old man Jenkins or some shit, using light and shadows to scare the locals, right?"

"Lily, I—" She kissed him hard, then slid her hand down the front of his pants, stroking his shaft through the fabric. When she broke the kiss, she licked the side of his neck, then bit down on the lobe of his ear.

"It's watching us," she whispered quickly, then slid a hand beneath his shirt, dragging her long nails across his chest. "C'mon, Romeo, we never seem to have any time anymore. All we do is drive around in that stuffy old van all day, sniffing dog farts."

"There's no time for this right now." Mike winked at her, playing along. "We need to focus and solve the mystery of the missing shadow. And I think I spotted a clue."

"Where?" Lily turned dramatically, her hair flaring out like her skirt.

"Under the bed!" He pointed where she had been looking, and she immediately got on all fours, her skirt sliding up to reveal her ass.

"I don't see anything." She pulled out her magnifying glass.

"You need to look deeper." He scanned the room but didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. Lily must have sensed the shadow watching, but from where?

"Ah, nuts." Lily's had squeezed her upper half beneath the bed, her full bottom now folded over perfectly to give it a wishbone shape. "I think I'm stuck."

"Um... okay." Every time Lily jerked her hips, her skirt rode up higher, and he was having a tough time looking anywhere else. "Do you... need a hand?"

"Yes, please. Just grab me by the hips and pull." She wiggled her butt back and forth, which sealed the deal. He was now rock hard, and when he got behind her to pull, his cock pressed up against the puffy lips of her labia through his pants.

"I don't think you're trying hard enough," she groaned, grinding her ass against him. "I need you to pull!"

"Jinkies, I'm doing my best." He slapped her ass again, and she yelped. "What are you even stuck on?"

"Uh... my headband is caught on a bedspring."

"Then take it off." He slapped her ass again.

"But it completes my outfit!" Lily protested, pushing against him. Her hand snaked back between her legs and undid the front of his pants, his cock springing free. "Hey, I think I found something!"

"Really?" He gave her hips a yank and she popped free, her arms pinwheeling through the air as they both fell backward. Mike hit the ground first, and then Lily sank down perfectly on top of his cock, her legs going wide as she let out a groan.

"Damn, you feel good." He rubbed her ass, pushing her dress up. She moved her hips back and forth, her firm ass pressing against his stomach.

She looked over her shoulder at him, a wide grin on her face. "I think I found something."

"Oh?" He couldn't tell if she was still in character or not.

"Check this out." She lifted up a silver briefcase that Mike recognized, but couldn't place. "I bet there's all kinds of clues in here."

"Well, I guess you should..." Mike gasped when Lily's vaginal walls vibrated like dozens of fingers inside of her.

"I should what?" She wiggled her hips back and forth, then rode him for a minute, her hands pressing against his thighs. Tiny little gasps escaped her, and Mike grabbed onto her ass, and thrust himself into her.

"What's in the case?" he asked before slapping her on the ass again.

"Um..." Lily sat up straight, sinking all the way down onto Mike's throbbing shaft. He let out a groan when she held the case above her head and gave it a shake. He couldn't help but notice that her eyes scanned the room when she turned to look at him. "It's locked!"

"Give it here." He took the case from her and chuckled. On the bottom of it was a piece of tape holding a key in place. "Look, Lily! Another clue!"

"Oh!" She spun around to face him, but though her body stopped, the sensation of spinning did not. Her vagina was now twisting back and forth along the head of his cock, and his magic was beginning to react. A spark jumped from one of his fingers onto her thigh, and she yelped.

"Sorry about that." He pulled the key free and struggled to stick it in the lock. Lily had put her hands on his hips, and was riding him hard, a playful smile on her face. Every few thrusts, her eyes would flick up to a different part of the room as she let out a groan. Mike tried to do the same, to catch a tiny bit of movement, but he kept coming back to the gorgeous redhead riding his cock.

Lily let out a tiny cry, then bit her lip and let out a series of grunts, shoving herself onto him and grabbing the back of his thighs. Little sparks crawled up her legs and buried themselves in her flesh, and she let go of his legs and dragged her nails along the wooden floor, leaving deep gouges in the wood.

"Fuck, Romeo, I love how big your dick is." She turned around and put her hands on his chest, then squeezed his hips with her thick thighs. "But we're not done here yet."

"We're... not?"

She grinned. "I'm not finished, and neither are you." She held up the key she had pulled off the briefcase. "Let's see that clue we found!"

"Um, yeah, okay." He just laid there, his cock throbbing inside her, as she opened the case on his chest. "So... what's inside?"

"Aha!" Lily pulled her magnifying glass out and looked inside the case. "It looks like another key!"

"Wait, what?" He tried to sit up and see, but she slid the case to the side instead and knelt down until her face met his.

"Indulge me just a bit longer." she whispered, then licked his upper lip and sat back up. In one hand, she held her magnifying glass, in the other, a massive misshapen dildo.

Mike couldn't help it, and let out a huge laugh. Lily grinned down at him, her hips moving from side to side.

"Seriously, where did you come up with the idea for that?"

"Oh, some ideas are closer to home than you may think." The dildo was purple with a series of large bumps and a huge, bulbous head. "I bet we will figure out the mystery of the shadow if we can just figure out where this can fit."

"Hey, don't look at me. I'm more of an occasional finger kind of guy, and I promise that that is way too big for me."

"You sure?" She set the magnifying glass down on his chest and held the dildo in both hands. In some places, it looked like it might even have spikes. "Is there anything I could do to talk you into it?"

"Well, since you asked so politely... hell no." He stuck out his tongue at her. "But I bet I can think of somewhere to put it."

"Hmm. Show me."

He lifted her hips up and slid out of her, then took the dildo from her hand. "C'mon, bend over the bed."

"Ooh, I love it when you're bossy." She grabbed the edge of the bed, her fingers squeezing the bedposts tightly. "Oh, and a request?"

"What's that?"

"Don't be gentle." She winked at him, then reached back with one hand to pull her ass cheek open, revealing that her pussy was practically drooling for him.

He chuckled, and teased her by slapping the massive dildo against her ass, stroking himself the entire time. Lily was giving him plenty of free rein tonight, and he had his mind on something specific. Using just the head of the dildo, he moved it up and down her soaking wet labia, pushing on it just enough to make her groan.

After a couple minutes of this, Lily turned to look back at him.

"Are you just fucking with me or—"

Mike had lined the dildo up perfectly, just waiting for her attention to wander. He shoved the dildo forward, marveling at how Lily's pussy was able to accommodate such a thing in the first place, but ultimately knowing that it wouldn't hurt her, not in here. It slid in only a few inches, the thick, bulbous head disappearing inside of her first. It stopped at the first series of spiky nubs, and the succubus took in a deep breath.

Only one of her eyes rolled up in her head, and she arched her back, letting out a low groan.

"Oh, you fucker! Mmh, that feels so unreal, how does she fucking do that?"

"How does who do what?" Mike asked.

"More!" Lily planted her face in the bed and held her butt cheeks apart for him. "More, now!"

"Oh, yeah, sure." He gave the dildo another push and watched in excitement as the nubs stretched Lily to the limit, then vanished inside of her. She was actively crying out in a language he didn't recognize, and until he heard otherwise, he had no intention of stopping. More nubs were next to disappear, followed by a large knot of some sort.

Lily ripped the sheets off the bed with her nails, growling into the mattress. Mike slapped her ass with his free hand, then gave himself a couple of strokes, but he didn't need them. His cock was still rock hard and throbbing, ready to see some use once more.

"Oh, shit, you've gotta be... fuck!" Her legs gave out, and she rested her upper half on the bed when the knot disappeared inside of her.

Mike laughed when he got to the spikes. They were toward the bottom and were obviously meant to keep the dildo from being swallowed up completely. He had stuffed the whole thing inside of her, and for the first time ever, she seemed to be speechless, repeatedly slamming her fists against the bed.

"You nice and full yet?" He leaned forward and rubbed her lower belly, surprised that he could feel the thick head of the cock through her flesh.

"Ha. I've had... bigger." Lily's thighs trembled, then stabilized.

"Bigger than this?"

Lily laughed, and the dildo slipped out a little. "I've been in people's sex dreams. There are fewer places in the universe you will experience anything weirder."

"Well, you're in my sex dream now." He pushed the dildo back in, and she grunted. "And for future reference, next time you wanna play Scooby and the gang with me, I prefer the brainier girl."

Lily chuckled. "I hate wearing orange, so made a judgment call." She picked up the magnifying glass again and twirled it in her hand. Mike noticed that the lens was now a mirror, and he could tell she was surveying the room behind them.

"Seriously though, are you doing okay? Do you need more time to adapt?" He stroked his cock, teasing the tip with his thumb.

"You're such a fucking girl sometimes," Lily muttered. "Of course, I'm fine."

"I mean, if you want me to stop, you just say so." Mike summoned a small bottle of lubricant from the Dreamscape and poured it into his hand, stroking his shaft to get his entire cock nice and wet. "Maybe we should have a safe word, just in case you can't handle it."

"I swear to Hell, if you suggest that we cuddle afterwards, I will set you on fire."

"Really? No safe word then?" He grabbed his dick by the shaft and smacked her on the base of her spine with his glans. "We can pick something easy, like mango or papaya."

"Are you gonna talk about fruit or are you gonna fuuuuuuuu—aaaargh!" Lily let out a scream as Mike pushed the head of his penis into her tight asshole.

"Holy shit, you're tight!" Through the thin walls of her body, he could feel the nubs and bulges of the dildo rubbing against his cock. He pushed his way forward, watching her asshole expand to gobble him up.

Lily's words were incoherent once more, and smoke rose from the comforter on the bed where her fingers touched. She dropped the mirror and grabbed ahold of the bed frame, then pushed herself back on to him. He penetrated her so deeply that the dildo got pushed out, sliding free a couple of inches.

Mike grunted, feeling a wave of energy bounce through his core. The warm tightness of her ass was overwhelming already, but feeling the movement of the dildo through her vaginal wall was already pushing him over the edge.

Lily used one of her hands to grab the dildo, pushing it back in, then let out a loud moan when Mike began slowly pumping her. They worked together, and every time he bottomed out, she pulled the dildo out to the knot, then pushed it back in while he withdrew.