Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 048

The progression was natural, and when his cock hit the edge of her lips, she sucked him in, forming a seal with her lips while her tongue explored the surface of his cock.

Dana's inexperience giving blowjobs was nothing compared to the absolute enthusiasm with which she slobbered all over his dick. He had no idea how much of his precum she consumed, but her fingers began to twitch, which was a good sign. She was swallowing constantly now, making tiny moans afterward.

"Mmm, oh yeah." He spread his legs and squatted down a bit to get a better angle, stroking his cock the whole time. Tiny little sparks shot out of the head of his cock and into Dana, and her arms spasmed with each one.

He knew that his semen was altered by magic, but was the magic itself something she could consume? It seemed a testable theory, so he willed it to build up in his cock, hoping that it would help her recover faster.

Dana clenched her fingers into a fist, and her arms twitched.

"Are you—" he asked, but her arms flipped over her head, and she circled his waist with them. With a yank, she pulled his cock into her mouth, then let out a muffled sigh of contentment.

The head of his cock now pressed against the back of her throat, and he couldn't help himself. He pressed into her, then pulled back, letting out a grunt as he released another trickle in her mouth. She let go of his waist and was using her hand to jack him off. Her other hand moved to the waistband of her pants, then slid underneath.

Well, she seemed enthusiastic enough. He put his hands on her forehead and thrust into her mouth some more. She let go of his cock to play with her breasts, and he held onto her shoulders to make the process easier. He slid himself into her mouth as far as he could go, then pulled out. She let out a grunt, and he pulled his cock free. Large, sticky strands of cum and spit temporarily connected them.

"You good?" he asked.

"I don't... need to... breathe..." Her eyes were flickering between gray and blue, so he shrugged and shoved himself back into her throat. She moaned in delight, forming another vacuum seal and inhaling him even farther. A bulge formed beneath her jaw, and he realized that he was now sliding into her esophagus.

He started slow, fucking her face while the pressure in his cock built. The process was slow at first, and when she opened her eyes, he could see the sparks inside of them, radiating out and along her face. Little jolts of static turned her hair from gray to blonde, and the color was coming back to her skin.

She unbuttoned her pants to shove both hands down the front, her movements now frantic. Her legs spasmed a couple of times, and one foot kicked hard enough that a shoe fell off.

Groaning, Mike grabbed Dana's jaw and fucked her mouth vigorously, his orgasm approaching. Dana seemed to sense it, too, and she let out an encouraging moan. Watching that bulge in her throat move back and forth was almost hypnotic, and he felt his inner walls collapse.

He slowed down his thrusts, let the pressure build, then shoved his cock as far as he could, letting out a growl, then filled her throat with cum and magic.

Dana let out a moan of delight, and pulled her hands out of her pants to grab him by the ass and hold him in place. Every swallow was a loud, gulping noise, and she swirled her tongue around, eagerly consuming every last drop. She was making adorable little mmm noises around his shaft.

Suddenly, she screamed around his dick, and sparks erupted from her skin, then traveled along her belly and down between her legs.

She spat him out. "Oh, fuck!" Dana let go of him and shoved her hands down her pants. Letting out a growl, she lifted her hips to push her pants down. Her panties soon followed, revealing a pair of thighs slick with her own juices.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Dana was masturbating furiously, her hands alternating between her clit and her vagina. She tried to sit up, but kept falling back down.

"Are... you okay?"

"I need to come!" She looked at him with desperation in her eyes. The sparks were jumping all across her now, running circles around her thighs and stomach. "I... need to... fuck!"

"Let me get you to the tub." He grabbed her by the shoulders, intending to take her to Naia, but Dana grabbed him and yanked him down onto the bed.

"But... I thought..."

"Just... shut up. Don't talk." She rolled him onto his back with a surprising amount of strength, then sat up. "Don't... don't say anything. Please."

He held a finger to his lips, then pretended to lock them and throw away the key.

She closed her eyes and mounted him, her suddenly warm body sinking down onto him.

"Oh, fuck! Fuck me!" She put her hands on his stomach, and then leaned back and rode him. One hand was frantically working at her clitoris while she used the other to squeeze her breast. She was nearly manic now, letting out loud shrieks that had him covering his ears. What was wrong with her?

The sparks were circling her belly now, crawling up to disappear beneath her shirt. She leaned forward, her hips rolling wildly as she took in a deep breath and shrieked one final time, her whole body shuddering as the sparks jumped from her back into Mike.

He was already hard, but the throbbing in his cock threatened to undo him. He grabbed her by the hips and thrust into her, and she let out a gasp.

"Stop!" She slid off his cock and rolled onto her back, breathing hard.

"Everything okay?" He sat up and looked at her.

"If you keep going... we'll be at this all day..." She sucked in a mouthful of air, and then let it out. "I... feel weird like..." Her blue eyes turned toward him. "I feel alive."

Looking at her, he had to agree. She had consumed his cum many times, but this was the first time he had used his magic. Not only was Dana's skin the healthy glow of a living woman, but she looked winded from the effort.

"Oh my god, I'm alive!" Tears formed in the corners of her eyes, and she held up her hands to look at them. "I can feel my heart beating, and oh my god, so many emotions, I'm actually—" Her eyes crossed for a second and her head twitched to one side. Her whole body spasmed for about ten seconds and Mike realized she was suffering a seizure.

"Holy shit, Dana!" He held her on the bed, and wondered if he needed to do something to keep her from biting her tongue. Eventually, the seizure faded, and she opened her eyes, her gaze meeting his.

"I died again." She sat up with a sigh, then looked at her hands. Oddly enough, it looked like she was holding back tears. "But I still feel way better than I did."

"You... you scared me." He sat away from her on the bed.

"I was scared, too." She took a moment to put her panties back on, deliberately looking away from him. "Hey, I'm sorry this is so weird for us. I wish it was easier, like with the others. I'm just carrying too much baggage. Stuff about Alex and... yeah."

"Huh? You have nothing to feel bad about, I'm sorry that... well, everything." He was also sorry that he couldn't will his erection to go away, but kept that bit to himself. "I'm sorry you have to keep doing this.

A thin smile crossed her lips. "Well, one of these days, we'll get things fixed so that I don't have to. Please don't take that the wrong way, what we just did was... fun. You're still just not my type."

He let out a chuckle. "If I ever figure out how to turn into a woman, I'll do it just for you."

"That's probably not a promise you should make, knowing what you know." She found her pants and put them back on, and then retightened her ponytail. "Chances are good that something in this place can do that."

The smile slipped off his face. He had already done something similar in a vision, so it wasn't much of a stretch to imagine it being possible. "Okay, well maybe just on a temporary basis. Nothing permanent."

Done putting on her clothes, she turned to face him, her mouth open as if to say something.

"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY ROOM?!?" Yuki cried from the hallway.

"Sounds like the others are back." Dana winked and headed for the door. "Let's go help Tink deal with Yuki."

Mike let out a sigh and put his dick away. There was no rest for the wicked, after all. He adjusted his clothes and walked out of his room and down the hall. He could hear the kitsune's distressed voice inside of her room, and Beth was sitting against the wall in the hallway, clutching Jenny to her chest. He stopped in front of her, noticing the haunted look in her eyes.

"Hey, you okay?"

Beth looked up at him and nodded, letting out an explosive breath. "Rough day. Is this your fault?" She looked at the hole in the wall.

"Tried to hack a lock on a magic door and broke our resident zombie. You?"

"Freddy Krueger-ed by Oliver across the surface of my soul... I think." She shrugged. "The details are super fuzzy, and I'm having trouble remembering it, which might be for the best."

He looked in the room to see Dana holding Yuki's hands and talking to her in a calming voice. The hole was larger than it had been, and Tink was frantically sawing through a cracked piece of wood at the base. He moved out of view, choosing to stay outside with Beth. "What's this about Oliver?"

She explained to him the process of having the demon's soul piece removed from her own as best she could. When she was done, he helped her stand and showed her the locked door from a safe distance.

"So it blew Dana through the wall when you put in the wrong code?"

"Only the second time. We pulled it the first time and nothing happened, so we figured it was safe."

"Interesting." She let out a yawn. "I'm afraid I don't have any insight. Ratu might, but she's down in the Labyrinth with our latest guest. Wants to be there when she wakes up, and ask her some questions away from all the weirdness up here."

This made him laugh. "I'm glad she considers waking up in a Labyrinth with a snake-skinned sorceress the tame choice. Maybe we need to build a sitting room or something. We could put in a fainting couch and a noise machine."

She laughed. For some reason, it sounded musical to him and he slid down the wall to sit next to her. Though Beth had been there from the beginning, he often forgot that she was just as new to this as he was, and she wasn't even bound to the house.

What was this world like through her eyes? he wondered.

"Oh, there you are... what the fuck happened here?" Sofia stood at the top of the stairs with a stack of books in her hands, her eye wide in surprise.

"Long story. What's with the books?"

Sofia grinned. "Feel like taking a trip to the faerie realm?"

Mike stood, using the wall for balance. "Tell me how."

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Dana walked into her room under the garage, clicking on the light as she entered.

"Oh, fuck me." There was a large crack in the far wall, and several hairline fractures in the cement up above. She should have Tink look at it after she was done repairing the broken wall in Yuki's room. The small fractures didn't look too bad, so she could have Tink verify it for her later. For now, she needed somewhere away from the others.

Well, not all of them. Tick Tock was the piano again, and was now playing some classical music for her in the corner. She and the mimic had been practicing music together in yet another one of her nightly pursuits.

She sat down in her game chair and took a deep breath, then picked up a nearby pillow and screamed into it.

Screams of rage were forced into the soft cushion of the pillow. Hysterical sobbing came next, followed by unrestrained laughter, followed by more crying. Her fingers dug into the pillow so hard that she was tearing holes in it, and this went on for nearly an hour.

When she had swallowed Mike's cum, his magic had passed into her, raw and unfiltered. In the moments that followed, she had felt warm blood rushing through her veins, and heard her heart beating in her ears. At the same time, every dulled emotion she had experienced since her first death had tried to force its way forward, replaying in her mind on repeat, and if not for her faux death afterward, she wondered if she would have gone insane.

Barely able to contain herself, she had quietly helped Tink patch Yuki's wall and come down here to let it all out, and when it rained, it poured.

Her mind was playing out conversations, confrontations, and moments of terror that had all been waiting in her mind for her to dissect and emotionally process. Tick Tock was no longer playing music, but had wandered over with a small blanket. Tiny metal hands draped it over her shoulder, but she couldn't even articulate her thanks.

It was sometime in the middle of the night before she was finally able to gain control once more, the part of her brain responsible for emotion finally sweeping the rest of her feelings out. Her dead anatomy allowed her to shed very few tears, but she still felt raw and drained afterward. What was happening to her?

She stripped down to take a look at her body in the mirror. Old scars had mostly faded, and the weird clicking she sometimes got in her knee was gone. The really bad scar on her shoulder was almost completely gone, and the thin lines on her thighs where Lily had removed her legs for an airplane trip were non-existent.

It was like a reset. But why?

Had it been the sex itself? It hadn't been unpleasant, though she did have to close her eyes and pretend she was riding Alex wearing a strap-on.

And what was with those weird sparks of his? They had crawled inside her and driven her absolutely out of her mind, which was the only reason she had even considered fucking him in the first place. The regenerative properties of his semen did wonders, but had his magic done more?

The air filled with the stink of fire and sulfur, and Lily appeared.

"Hey, so I just had an interesting—" The succubus sniffed the air. "Holy shit, you fucked him, didn't you?" Lily stood in the middle of Dana's room, and she scanned Dana's body first, her eyes eventually sliding up to the cracks in the ceiling. "Oh. Looks like I missed something."

Dana sighed. "Yeah, today has been busy. Mike opened a box, which made a new part of the house appear. He got attacked by a cat woman, and I got my neck broken by a magic door. I thought I could just let him jerk off in my mouth to help me fix it, but things got carried away and—"

"Ha!" Lily wagged a finger in her face. "I knew it would happen eventually! Spill the details." Lily's outfit transformed into a set of pajamas, and she hovered in the air as if lying on her belly, her face held up by her hands. "Did he kiss you? Did you kiss him? Ooh, where did you let him blow his—"

Dana stepped forward and pinched Lily's lips shut. "It started as a blowjob, and I think his magic did something to me, and I got carried away. That's all I want to say about it."

Lily pulled her lips free. "Oh, please. I know a little girl talk isn't going to hurt your feelings. You're dead and don't care that much."

"It's uncomfortable." She plopped down in one of her chairs. "Like, I enjoyed it, but I didn't."

"Why not?" The humor had gone out of Lily's face.

"You know how the hunger is. It overrides everything. Mike could be a five hundred pound tub of lard with a micro-penis and halitosis, and I would still have these thoughts about eating his cum."

"Except he's not." Lily sat down on the arm of Dana's chair. "You could do far worse than Romeo, believe me."

"I know, but..." It was a difficult thing to put into words. She knew that her attraction to him was artificial. The closest thing she could compare it to was an addiction, maybe. Her body was a thousand percent in favor of hooking up with him if it meant she could taste some of his sweet cum.

In her head and heart, though, she had no desire to be with him sexually or otherwise, except as a friend. He wasn't Alex, nor was he the soft, curvy vision that she craved. She enjoyed burying her head between a pair of breasts, or hearing cute little moans while eating someone out. It was like eating tofu when she was perfectly capable of eating steak, so why settle?

And what would it mean for her? When she was alive, she knew who she was, and had the emotional scars to prove it. Years of coming to terms with her sexuality, and exploring a relationship with another woman, learning to take pride in owning her identity. Did sucking dick somehow make all of that go away?

"Is it because he isn't Alex, and you're afraid that he somehow threatens your identity and sexuality?" Lily slipped her arm around Dana's neck and slid down into the chair, shoving her over until they both fit.

"I hate it when you're blunt like that. But yes." She sighed. "I still have all my old feelings, but these new ones disagree with them. I feel like I'm in high school all over again, trying to figure out why the cheerleaders excite me more than the football players."

No sooner had the words left her mouth did Lily's outfit become a cheerleading uniform.

"So, I hear you're into sporty girls?" She winked, and then stuck out her tongue. "Here's something for you to consider; what is it hurting?"

"Excuse me?"

"What does it hurt? Wanting to suck his dick, maybe get laid. Like, why the inner struggle? Why not just roll with it? It seems to do wonders for your skin." She ran her fingers along the missing scars.

"I... don't know." She hung her head. Despite having all the time in the world at night, it was something she couldn't wrap her head around. When she had been killed by the necromancer Daryl, he had made certain that most of her emotions surrounding Alex were preserved in order to guarantee her obedience.

If Daryl had simply wiped her clean, and it was a matter of survival, then yes, it would be easy to just go with it. Very little would be complicated for her, and she could easily make the time to eat some spunk every few days. Any disgust or revulsion she may have once had would be dampened as it was now. In truth, it was easily the most delicious substance she had ever tasted.

However, every swallow felt like a betrayal. Not just a betrayal of Alex. She could live with having sex with Lily or Naia, because she knew that Alex would understand that she needed to move on. If she had never died, she would eventually have found someone anyway.

No, the betrayal that hurt the most was of the person she used to be. Alex had played such an important part in helping Dana discover and accept who she really was; which meant all of those feelings were still there, bleeding through every moment of the night and day and conflicting with the numb reality she now faced.

"Hey." Lily wiped her thumb across Dana's cheek, revealing moisture. "I didn't think you could cry."

"Until today, I didn't think that I still could." She leaned her head on Lily's shoulder. "I don't know who I am anymore, and it should hurt more than it does, and that scares me."

"Hey. You're you. That's all that should matter." Lily's voice was soft, and she put her arms around Dana's shoulder and pulled her tight against her. The cheerleading outfit was gone, replaced with the pajamas she had been wearing. The succubus rearranged the blanket until they were both properly under it. "And when you're not certain? I'll be here to remind you."

Dana moved her hand beneath the blanket, her fingers slipping between Lily's.

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Lily disappeared in the early hours of the morning to, according to her, deal with the boogeyman, leaving Dana behind. The early hours were lonely, and she filled the time by messing around with the drone some more. Eventually, the sun came up and she wandered out of her lair to the world above. Naia sat in her fountain, her eyes on the back gate.

"Oh, good morning!" Naia did a little pirouette, then blew her a kiss.