Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 052

"I assume you control the Library with your staff?"

"Yes. The staff of the Head Librarian. It allows me to tap into the Library's magic, which is how I am able to find anything in this place." The carpet was descending now, and they were landing on a platform near the top of a pillar. "So this is one of the restricted sections, so I need you to watch your step."

"Why, is it booby-trapped?"

"No. There just aren't any safety protocols." When they landed, she pointed along the outer edge of the column. "See how there are no guardrails? Since nobody is supposed to be here, there are no safety protocols. Try not to fall, or I'll be scraping you off the floor for days. Don't ask me how I know."

"Oh." He stepped off the carpet and onto the platform. He walked to the edge and looked down.

"Mike, stop!" Sofia grabbed his shoulder and pulled him away. "There's a reason people say never look down! You could trigger vertigo or something."

"Heights don't bother me," he said. At least they don't anymore. "Let's get moving, shall we?"

She rolled her eye at him and led him along the narrow walkway, careful to keep one hand on the shelves at all times. Eventually they found an opening to slip through and found themselves moving down a narrow corridor while surrounded by books.

"Not exactly comfortable, is it?" Mike noted.

"Nobody is meant to linger here. Librarians can grab the books they need and just go. However, there are some perks to being the Head Librarian." They were at a small break between shelves and she tapped the wood with the head of her staff. A panel slid sideways to reveal a small, circular sitting room with a skylight twenty feet above them.

"Where does that go?" Mike asked, pointing up.

"Nobody knows. Or if they did, they never told me. It's always daytime through those skylights, it provides the best light for reading. Of course, there's a spell to keep the books from fading from exposure, but that's a given." She walked to the middle of the room where a circular table waited. A couple of chairs were waiting for them as well as a platter of snacks and a pair of silver goblets.

"Did you put these here?" Mike asked as he sat down in one of the chairs. There was a variety of meats and cheeses on the tray, and he licked his lips in anticipation.

"I did." She sat down across from him. "Consider it a peace offering."

"Frr whff?" He had already stuffed a giant slice of salami and some cheese into his mouth.

Sofia frowned at the table. "For me. My motives haven't exactly been pure of late, and I'm afraid I have been quite angry with you."

He swallowed his food and shook his head. "No, you don't need to be sorry. I've been selfish lately, and haven't really been thinking about the others. My heart was in the right place, but that's no excuse. You don't need to be sorry."

The cyclops smirked. "Are you even sure that's what I'm referring to?"

He froze in place, a piece of cheese already on its way to his mouth. "Isn't it? I figured you were mad because I've been focused on rescuing Cecilia and being reckless. You know, getting lucky at the last second?"

"Hmm." She tossed a piece of smoked turkey into her mouth and chewed for a bit, then swallowed. "That's...not quite the truth."

"Enlighten me." He set the cheese down.

"When you first came here, I wasn't necessarily kind to you. You were able to see past my attitude, and we...found a way to get along." Her cheeks turned bright red. "After the incident with the Labyrinth and the Society, I started neglecting my duties in the Library and spending more time in the house."

He nodded. She had become the de facto chef of the house almost right away.

"Part of that was selfish on my part," she said, stacking a few pieces of cheese together and then knocking them down. "It was nice to be around other people for a change."

"It's kind of a constant state of affairs, these days," he agreed. It was hard to find a quiet place in the house without someone watching.

"Yeah, well...when I saw how worried you were about Cecilia, it triggered something in me that I didn't like."

"Oh?" This conversation wasn't going anywhere he had suspected.

Sofia took a deep breath and let out a sigh. "I was jealous. Jealous of how much you cared for the banshee and, well, not me."

He tilted his head at her and did his best to examine her statement from every angle. No matter how he looked, it was beyond him why she would feel that way. "I don't get it."

"Well, part of that is my fault," she said, then glared at him. "The other part is definitely yours."

He fought the urge to be defensive and instead leaned toward. "Go on."

"You've been ignoring me," she told him, her eye cast away from him and toward the floor. "I cook and clean for everybody because I enjoy their company, don't get me wrong. But between my duties here and helping with the house, I realized you never seemed to care that I was there."

She was right. He had done his best to be polite and thank her for meals, but how long had it been since he had just sat down and spent some time with her? The cyclops had become an important part of the house, but she was still a person.

"It wasn't until you had a lead on Cecilia that you even came to me for help. I definitely don't feel very appreciated for it, and you completely ignored my advice. Again, I should have said something, but I allowed myself to stew over it. I got so excited last night when I found out that you were coming here by yourself that I realized that I couldn't keep being angry with you whenever we were together.

"I know that I shouldn't feel the way I do, but I can't help it. I like to think that I'm above petty emotions such as jealousy, but there it is. Not only am I jealous of the others for having your attention, but I'm certainly not very proud of how I feel. By nature, my kind are very proud, so..."

"I'm really sorry, Sofia." He leaned across the table and took her hand in his own. "I know now that I've been so caught up in trying to get Cecilia back that I forget I live in a house full of people who deserve to feel important, because they are. I don't have this problem with the others, because, frankly, they are a bit more aggressive about getting what they want from me when they need it, and you should never be afraid to bring these feelings up. I'm just now discovering that some of the others are struggling with their own demons, and I need you to know that you can talk about anything with me, I promise."

She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it. Moments became minutes, and her stoic features became stained with crimson.

"Is there something else you want to tell me?" he asked, breaking the silence.

"Um..." She shifted in her chair. "I didn't...so, you...I thought you were going to be mad, so I wasn't planning on saying the other part."

"Hey, go on. I'll listen without interrupting." To emphasize his point, he grabbed a few blocks of what looked to be muenster cheese and held them to his lips. "See? Too busy chewing, just go for it." He popped the cheese in and chewed it carefully.

Sofia took a deep breath and then released it. "I can't stop thinking about when you fucked me when I was all tied up, and it keeps messing with me because no matter how much I masturbate, I—shit, are you okay?"

She stood up and rushed to his side of the table to slap his back with an enormous palm as he struggled to cough up the cheese he had inhaled upon hearing her statement. He kept coughing once the cheese was out, his throat raw from choking on it.

"I'm...okay..." He cleared his throat and grabbed one of the goblets and took a sip. It was a very rich merlot, but it helped almost right away. "I'm very sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."

"Well, you did." She crossed her arms and looked away from him.

"Um, yeah, so about what you were saying. Do you want to do it again? I mean, it might require some setup unless you want to use Ratu's shedding room again or something."

"Hmm?" She looked over her shoulder at him. "Did you just say that we could do...that?"

"Yeah, I did." When Sofia had gotten caught in a vine trap, she had stalled for time, getting off on being tied up until he had fucked her while she was suspended from the ceiling. "After our first time together, I kind of thought it was a one time thing, so never pursued it. But you have to understand that I'm more than happy to do things like that with you. Honestly, it was kind of fun."

"I see." She walked to the edge of the room and turned around. "Are you sure? Like, if I had prepared in advance, we could do something like that...now, maybe?"

"I'm happy to do it now, but am on a bit of a schedule. The last thing I want is to rush through it, some things take time."

"About that." She turned to one of the shelves nearby and patted on a stack of books. "I already pulled everything I could find on underworld gateways, on the off chance you agreed. If nothing else, the cheese and wine might put you in the mood for a friendly chat, but this is the best possible outcome."

"You really put a lot of thought into this, didn't you?" He smiled. It was a nice change seeing the softer side of the cyclops.

"You have no idea," she said, then tapped her staff on the ground. "Lignum."

The chair shifted beneath him and wooden bands wrapped around his wrists and ankles, pinning him in place. Stunned, he tried to free himself and caused the chair to tip dangerously to one side.

"Sofia, what's going on?" he cried as his chair tipped back into position.

She leaned the staff against the wall and walked toward him. One finger went under his chin and tilted his head up so that he was looking into her face. However, if he shifted his gaze down, he could see the thick valley of her breasts through a gap in her robe.

"You agreed to this, remember?" Her voice was full of menace and she ran her finger up his chin and through his hair. "But I suppose you thought that I would be the one who was restrained, didn't you?"

"Um, yeah," he admitted. "You caught me completely off guard, actually."

"Of course I did. It's because I have no intention of harming you." She stepped back and pulled off her robe. Beneath, she wore a light blue gown that was cinched in place at her waist, and she sat down on the table and crossed her long legs. "But seriously, we should begin with some ground rules."

He laughed. It wasn't what he had had in mind, but now that he knew what she was up to, he was game. "Okay, let's talk. What do you want?"

"I'll be brief. I want you helpless, I want to talk shit to you and maybe humiliate you a bit, and just have my way with you."

"That's... fine, I guess, but what do you want from me specifically?" He wiggled his hands to show that he was rooted in place. "Oh, and the chair thing was a nice touch. Didn't know this was a thing."

"Yeah, the chair thing took me a bit to figure out. It's one of the defenses I can activate with the staff." She smirked. "What I want from you is for you not to take anything I say personally, maybe grovel a bit. You see, I got off so hard on being helpless last time, and all I can think about is doing the same thing to you. I think part of that is the pride of the cyclops. You make me so wet, Caretaker, and I both love and hate you for it."

"Okay, well, if that's the case, then some limits. Don't bring up my mother, that's a given." He scrunched up his face, trying to remember what was said during their last encounter. "And don't bring up Cecilia. I don't mind you crossing a few lines, but those are sensitive subjects."

She nodded. "Sounds good. Do you want a safe word?"

A thrill shot through him. Already, seeing Sofia standing over him was making his senses sharper, and his magic was hungry to take him over. It would be easy to get carried away, but that safety net still needed to be established.

That's right, lover, Naia said inside his head. The first step requires trust.

"I'll shout something about overdue books if you've gone too far."

"Hmmph." She crossed her legs, giving him a glimpse of her bare thighs as the gown parted. "Then shall we get started?"

"Sip of wine first?" he asked. She obliged by holding the goblet to his lips and tipping it up. He sucked down as much as he could, relishing the bold flavor of the merlot. "Yeah, I'm good now."

Sofia circled the chair, her fingers trailing along his shoulders. "Look at you, in trouble again. I can't tell if you're incompetent, or just plain stupid."

"I like to think—" He gasped when she yanked his chair back. He was looking up at her now, her face twisted into an angry mask.

"Shut the fuck up, filthy fucking human." She pushed the chair forward and spun it around to face her. "Gods, I can't believe I have to keep looking at you. All you do is sit there and whine." She was in front of him again, and she straddled his legs, her thick thighs opening her gown to reveal that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

Despite recently drinking wine, Mike was suddenly thirsty again.

"You really are just a piece of shit," Sofia told him, then grabbed the back of his head.

"No joke, be careful back there," he warned her.

"Shut up!" She adjusted her grip to avoid his freshly healed injury, then yanked his head back, baring his throat to her. "Pervy little human, I see the way you look at me. You took advantage of me once, but it's my turn now."

Unsure of how to respond, he just grunted.

"You let any little thing turn you on, don't you." She let go of his hair and stepped back. "Nasty little mortal."

"That's me."

She slapped him across the face, and the sting was shortly replaced with a hot glow. Seeing her standing over him like this had him so hard right now, he was struggling to think.

When she unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, it was already drooling precum all over. She swirled it around on the tips of her fingers and then splayed them apart, creating a web of spooge in her hands.

"Disgusting," she said, then wiped it in his hair. With his cock standing at attention, she lifted up one of her legs and planted her foot on his chest. She was wearing a pair of sandals with silk bands that matched her robes.

"Take it off," she commanded. He did his best to pull the silk into his mouth with his tongue, then bit down and pulled, revealing her bare foot. Her feet were large, easily a size fifteen, but still feminine with arching lines and gold paint on the nails.

With her foot now resting on his chest, his eyes slid along her magnificently thick thighs to the dark folds of her gown. He could just make out her trimmed pubic hair, and one of her labia drooped lower than the other, curling up at the tip. There was just enough light to see a tiny bead of lubrication dangling from the end of it.

She pushed against his chest with her foot, causing the chair to slide against the wall until it rested against the nearby shelves. Pausing to scoot the staff farther away from them, she adjusted her gown, pulling it further up.

"You like this, don't you?" she asked, then moved her foot down near his cock. "Being helpless and weak."

He couldn't take his eyes off of her golden toes. She was pressing up against his balls just hard enough that he was a little uncomfortable. However, she spread her toes apart and caught the base of his shaft between her big toe and the next one over. More than capable of encircling his shaft with her massive feet, she squeezed and stroked him.

"Maybe a little," he admitted, letting out a sigh. Sofia was busy staring at his cock, and acted like she hadn't heard him. While pinned in place, it was almost like he had permission to let the world pass him by, if only for a few minutes. Being able to step away from all his cares gave him freedom, and right now, all he could think about was how good her foot felt as she massaged the base of his shaft.

"Ugh, disgusting." She removed her foot and placed it higher, her heel now in his collarbone and her toes pressing against his face. "Lick them clean."

He hesitated, but only for a moment, then licked the side of her foot. She smirked at him while he tried to move his tongue along her toes, then helped him out by curling her digits down, allowing him to suck her big toe into his mouth.

Her lips parted as she watched him, her cheeks now flushed. He sucked and nibbled on her toes for several minutes before she set her foot back in his lap and pushed it against his cock.

"Can't even do that right, nasty little man," she said, then straddled the chair. She lifted her skirt to reveal her glistening pussy, then took a step forward. She was tall enough to accomplish this feat by standing bow-legged, and she grabbed him by the back of the head and tilted his face toward her. "Let's have you lick something easier, shall we?"

She shoved her muff into his face, and he was grateful for the quick breath of air he took in as she pressed against him. When he opened his mouth and inhaled her musky scent, his tongue darted out to lick her clit. His magic leapt from his tongue to her labia, and she moaned when it zapped her.

"Ow, you little fucker," she grunted, then grabbed his head and pulled him in. He sucked and licked frantically at her as his oxygen depleted, and the cyclops ground her hips against his face, letting out shrill little cries.

Mike strained at his bonds, wishing he could grab two handfuls of Sofia's ass, and maybe even allow himself up for air. Spots were appearing in his vision before she yanked him out, his head tilted up at her.

"Look at you, you're a fucking mess." She told him, then shoved his face back in. The room swirled around him as his consciousness fluttered, and then he was back once more, gasping for air.

"If you do a good job, maybe I'll let you fuck me," she said, then pulled him back in again. She kept pulling him up for air, and Mike would groan into her soaking wet pussy when she shoved him back, his cock now leaking copious amounts of precum.

She yanked his head back again and, while he was gasping for air, spit in his mouth.

"That's what I think of you, Caretaker," she told him as he choked on her saliva. "Nothing more than a thing to be used."

When she pulled him back in, he felt his magic twist inside him and then uncoil itself in his chest. As he buried his tongue in her rich, velvety folds, he felt the magic inside of him gather in the back of his throat. It took very little effort to release it, and a sensation similar to eating fizzy candy filled his mouth as the magic leapt up inside of Sofia.

She gasped and stumbled backward, her hands now running all along her body.

"What...what did you..." was all she got out, and she started stroking her pussy with one hand while the other undid the lace at the top of her gown to pull out her bountiful breasts. He saw the magic sparkling around the edges of her eye, and she moaned as if in heat, both of her hands squeezing her large breasts and pinching her giant nipples.

Her eye dilated and she growled at him.

Uh oh, he thought.

She straddled the chair and grabbed his cock, then sank down onto him. The chair groaned under their combined weight as she rode him with an intensity that was slightly terrifying. He buried his face in between her breasts to nibble and suck, grateful for the feeling of a warm, willing pussy around his dick.

"I fucking hate you, Caretaker," she snarled in his ear, then groaned as her orgasm approached.

Mike could feel his own magic inside her, bouncing around and wreaking havoc. He sucked on the closest nipple to him and willed the magic to return to his body.

There was a shift inside of him, and Sofia let out a brief cry, her eye glowing with her future sight. She grunted and looked down at him in disbelief.