Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 050

"You feel amazing," he told her, then spun her around to face her sisters. Using his hands to pull her legs back, he knew that he was exposing her slit to the others. "Does anyone want to help her out?"

They laughed, and he shifted his hand up a bit to make certain they could reach Daisy's pussy. As he stroked, they took turns licking and fisting her. When they weren't helping Daisy get off, they were back on his balls, sucking and biting the sensitive skin of his scrotum.

He had another orgasm building, but Daisy beat him to it. Her stretched-out body vibrated like a jackhammer as she sprayed the others with glittery cum, and he gave her a few hard pumps before grunting and shoving himself into her as hard as he could to release his load. He couldn't help it when a handful of sparks jumped from his palm into Daisy, and it took everything in his power to rein his magic back in before the feedback effect could occur.

Spooge squirted out of Daisy's mouth and nose, and the others flew up to siphon it away, licking each others lips hungrily as they feasted on Daisy's leftovers. Mike let go of the fairy and she snapped off his dick like a rubber band, tumbling through the air and landing on the side of the tub with a splat and a loud burp.

"That looked like so much fun," Cerulea noted.

"I haven't let him fuck my ass yet either," Carmina added.

"We should all take turns fucking him with our asses." Olivia hovered overhead, a green light surrounding her body as she started to cast another spell.

A blast of water caught her and knocked her out of the air and into the bath. Olivia floated back up out of the water trapped inside a technicolor bubble, and the other fairies tried to escape. More jets of water shot them out of the air until all three of them were encased in magic bubbles. The fairies laughed and giggled as they bounced into each other, and Naia emerged from the bath and helped Daisy clean herself off.

"You four really are naughty," she told them. "I step away for just a few minutes and look how you behave. Now go somewhere else for a bit and give this poor guy a break."

The bubbles all popped at once, and the fairies hovered overhead while shaking themselves off. Daisy flew up to join them, and they circled over him like glittering stars, their playful laughs like music to his ears. They made a dash for his bedroom and he heard his window open, their voices disappearing as they flew outside.

He smiled and laid his head against Naia's belly and closed his eyes.

"They'll have plenty of magic for days now," she told him while stroking his hair.

"But what about me? I'm spent." His smile became a frown. Now that the fairies were okay, it was time to spill the news about what had happened in the queen's court. "By the way, there's something you should know. The faerie queen told me that I could have Cecilia back, but only on one condition."

"And what was that?"

"I just need to get to her throne room by going through the Underworld."

There was a long pause before Naia spoke again.

"I would ask if you are going to do it, but I already know the answer." She bent down to kiss his head. "But before you do, can we just sit for awhile? Enjoy the peace and quiet before you go rushing off?"

He opened his eyes to see her concerned face hovering over his. He touched a strand of her hair with his finger, then twisted it around his fingertip to make a little curl in it.

"I'm not rushing anything. I keep getting lucky, and one of these days, it's going to run out and someone is going to get hurt." He gave her hair a little yank as he pulled his finger free and watched the curl he had put in it bounce up and down. "I used to plan everything, did you know that? When I was younger. Used to overthink and overplan everything. Ever since I moved in, I've been living by the seat of my pants. I've almost gotten used to it, but I need to take a step back, to focus on what needs to happen next. Though Cecilia's being kept in a cage, and it's already been several days since she saw me last, I think the queen wants me to rush in and screw up again. In fact, I think she's counting on it."

"So what are you going to do?" she asked.

"Take my time. Learn about the Underworld, and how to get there, but make sure I'm taking care of the house, too. Let the others help me, maybe learn from the mistakes I've already made. I hate that she has to wait for me, but if I rush in again, while failing to take care of the others, we could all end up losing in the end."

"Sounds like somebody is evolving." Her hands moved down his chest and she played with one of his nipples. "And since you aren't in a hurry right now...make some time for me? I'll go nice and slow until you're ready again."

He smiled and grabbed the back of her head to pull her in for a kiss. Taking a step back also meant making time for the finer things in life, and he could think of nothing better than a nice, long hot bath with an eager nymph.

Kisa sat just outside Mike's bedroom door, her sensitive ears listening in on the playful splashing inside. It had been child's play to sneak away from the others who were busy examining pieces of whatever had been killed in the front yard. Eventually the splashing stopped, and she could just barely make out the sound of Mike talking with someone through the door.

What is this place? she wondered, then turned her head down the hallway to watch Beth and Quetzalli reach the top of the stairs. Beth led the dragon girl into her bedroom, and a discussion about sleeping arrangements began.

There had been a moment when Mike wandered through the front door that she had been tempted once more to flee, to run away and leave this place behind. Though everything about the man seemed harmless, she had sensed something deeper in him that triggered a primal fear.

What had stopped her had been the way that he held the fairies in his hands. He had been worried for them, acting so protective over creatures so small. The house was hers to stay in, if she chose, or she could leave if she wanted to. The fact that he had given her such a choice had immediately triggered another memory.

She sat at his table, the empty bowl of soup in front of her. Now that she had been fed, she turned her eyes on the large man in front of her. He wore a tight turtleneck sweater and a hat with giant ear flaps, and both of his hands were wrapped around a large mug of tea. His face was covered in deep lines that made her wonder if he had seen hard years like she had.

When he had found her shivering in the alley, she had been too cold to refuse his offer of food, blindly obeying him when he coaxed her out of the cardboard box she had been using as a shelter from the storm. One of the first rules of the street was to trust no one, but her hunger had betrayed her.

Now that she was warm and fed, what would he ask of her? It wasn't uncommon to hear such stories, and she wondered what was going to happen next. Did she even have the energy to fight him? If it meant surviving another night, did she even want to?

"Did you get enough to eat?" he asked. "I have more, but didn't want you to make yourself sick."

"I got plenty," she said, wondering if she could move quick enough to pull the knife from her sock. It was an old kitchen knife she had found in the dumpster over the summer, and it had protected her more than once.

"Good." He stood up and moved to the window. His apartment was small, and it overlooked the rec center across the street. "This storm will take many lives tonight. It is much too cold, much too quick." He pulled off his hat and held it in his hands. "You are stray?"

"A what?" she asked.

"A stray...you have no home, nobody to call?"

"I manage just fine on my own." He was looking away, so she leaned back in her chair, letting her arm dangle so she could reach the knife in her sock just in case. Now that she was warm, she could think clearly.

"Ah. I see." He turned around and set his hat on the table. "You are brave little kisa, aren't you? No matter. If you would like somewhere to stay, my bedroom door has lock on inside." He pointed at one of two doors in his tiny apartment. "Or you can sleep in building. Just promise you won't try to sleep outside, not tonight. Is too cold."

"You...want me to stay?"

The man lifted the tea to his lips. "I want you to live, kisa. One night on the couch will not break me."

The old man had saved her life that night, of this there was no doubt. Pieces of her memory were coming back to her, and she couldn't help but think about what would have happened if she had turned down his hospitality. Mike was doing the same thing, and until she could get her head screwed on straight, it would behoove her to stick around and see where this went. Maybe learn more about who she was, and then go from there. While her memory was nothing more than a void, she knew one thing for sure.

She was a survivor.

There was a loud clunk from the stairs, and the goblin appeared, a toolbox in her hands. She set it down by the railing, mumbling to herself until she lifted her head to see Kisa sitting by the door.

A growl escaped Kisa's lips, and she remembered how the two of them had fought. While she felt no animosity toward Mike himself, the goblin stirred something up inside of her that she couldn't quite explain.

"Nosy little pussy," Tink grumbled, then pulled a hammer out of her toolbox. "Tink ready for round two."

Kisa smiled and stood, the growl dying in her throat. "I don't think Mike would be very happy if you tried to hurt me. He told me I could stay, you know."

The goblin grinned, showing all of her teeth. "Husband have big heart, make Tink proud. But Tink always watching. If nasty pussy step out of line, Tink learn new way skin cat, tan hide, then use to wipe ass."

Kisa laughed, then took a step toward the goblin before casually leaping up onto the railing. Despite the beam only being a few inches wide, she had no problem balancing on it. She walked along the railing and past the goblin.

"The day I let a booger with tits scare me will be the day that I die of embarrassment." She half expected Tink to throw the hammer, and was slightly disappointed when she didn't. Something about antagonizing the goblin felt familiar to her, but she couldn't explain why.

Tink laughed. "Pussy has big mouth, but take goblin advice."

"Oh? Do you have some pearls of wisdom for me?" Kisa spun around and was walking backward now, amazed at how easy it was. Her tail moved of its own accord, helping to keep her upright, and she could feel the grain of the wood under the sensitive pads of her feet.

"Tink know plenty." She twirled the hammer in her hand, then adjusted her grip on it, holding it by the bottom. "Good stuff, like always have good hammer."

Kisa rolled her eyes. "How is that good advice?"

"Is best advice." Tink tossed the hammer into her toolbox. "Almost as good as check for polish."

"Check for what?" Kisa stepped back and slipped, then lost her balance. She slid off the railing, her hands outstretched, and grabbed onto one of the balusters, her feet now dangling over open space. Despite a tight grip, she slid toward the bottom of the railing, her feet dangling over open space.

The baluster creaked, and she swung back and forth, unable to pull herself up on the polished wood.

"Tink polish most of railing three days ago," the goblin explained as she walked down the hall. "Nice and smooth. Use best oil, but run out of time. Did floors last week, too. No good for climbing."

Kisa squirmed, and was able to let go and swing her hand up to the next baluster over. She continued this process until she finally reached one that didn't feel like it had been polished like glass.

"Tink would go two more," the goblin warned from above. "That one loose."

She pulled herself up and felt the wood start to give. Grumbling, she took the goblin's advice and moved again. This time, the wood held, and she scooted her hands up the baluster until she could use her legs to assist. From there, it was easy to spring over the railing and back onto the floor.

"You almost killed me," she said with a hiss.

"Not Tink fault cat is dumb. Railing made for hands, not paws." Tink had pulled a device from her toolbox and plugged it into an outlet in the hallway.

"You could have helped me," Kisa continued.

"Cat dumb, but strong, too. Tink know from punch. Not worried." The device clearly didn't do what Tink wanted, because now she was swearing under her breath and using a screwdriver to unscrew the panel.

Kisa wanted to ask what was wrong, but decided she had had enough of the goblin's nonsense. She walked by Tink and was halfway down the stairs when she heard a chuckle from above.

"Booger with tits," Tink muttered. "Tink like that one."

A smile crossed Kisa's face, and she continued down the stairs. Maybe she wasn't destined to be best friends with Tink, but she was willing to get to know the Caretaker better when the chance arose.

For now, she was fairly certain she smelled some leftover bacon downstairs and wondered if she could sneak one more piece before lunch.

In this second act, Mike will be slowing down quite a bit as he tries to figure out how to get back to the faerie realm. This means more time for the new characters to breathe a little, and more time in the house in general.

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