Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 064

"Am I interrupting something?" she asked.

"Not really." Beth noticed that Eulalie's lower half didn't look as glossy as it had the day before. "Do you need something?"

"Just spreading my legs. Slept like the dead, and I didn't mean to be out for so long." She walked over to join them, her legs moving in a rhythmic fashion. Beth had felt uncomfortable yesterday being so close to Eulalie, a reaction she felt guilty about.

Today was different. Her fear had been replaced with curiosity, and she couldn't help but notice thin grey cracks had appeared along Eulalie's legs.

"Did you hurt yourself?" Beth gestured at the lines.

"No. This is normal." Eulalie looked at Naia. "Am I allowed to soak in the fountain?"

"Everyone is welcome. Unless you pee in the water. Then I might drown you." Naia winked.

Beth watched Eulalie as she stretched out in the water and sighed. The fountain was big enough for the Arachne to properly spread her legs, and she floated around like an ominous lily pad. As tempted as she was to stick around and get to know Eulalie a bit more, there was something else on her agenda.

"I've got some things I need to take care of," she announced. "See you all later tonight."

"Have fun." Naia gave Beth a knowing look.

With a skip in her step, Beth headed for her room and let herself into the magic cave in her closet. It didn't take her long to reach the Labyrinth. As she approached, she saw the fairy trio chasing each other around the mirror pool, trying to push each other in.

"Can one of you find Asterion for me?" she asked. For the first time, she realized that the fairies shimmered when she looked at them. Each one was surrounded in a colorful field composed of their unique color. They left spectral trails behind them as they whizzed about her.

"Ooh, you seem different today," said Cerulea. She was blue and had beetle-like features.

"I think she's extra pretty." This was from Carmina. Shaped like a dragonfly, she zipped about, inspecting Beth's face up close with compound eyes. "And she smells good, too."

Olivia, using her long grasshopper legs, bounced up and down next to Beth. "I think it may be feeding time," she announced with glee, then the three of them flew into the Labyrinth, leaving a trail of glitter in the air that slowly descended.

Beth laughed, then straightened out her dress and waited. It took a bit, but the doors of the Labyrinth finally creaked open. Ever since getting knocked off their hinges by the shadow, they didn't fit quite right. They made the entrance look even more ominous.

Asterion stood between the doors, his axe casually held over his shoulder. He took a few steps forward and snorted. The dark fur of his body made it look like he was covered in soot, and he had grown a small patch of fur between his horns that looked suspiciously like a mohawk.

"My friend." He greeted her with a voice that rumbled like an old Harley Davidson. "Have you come to walk the Labyrinth with me?"

"I have." She moved to his side. He held out an arm, and she wrapped her arms around it and clung to him while they walked. "Take a girl somewhere quiet?"

"Hmmm." A smile crossed his face. Though generally slow to process information, this was a task he was well-versed in. Asterion led her through the maze, careful to step around the traps. The fairies, sensing an easy meal, circled them while giggling.

"You seem extra...pretty today," he told her.

"Thank you." She stroked his bicep. It was like trying to squeeze a piece of metal wrapped in leather. "Has Ratu been keeping you busy?"

"Indeed." He took her through a few turns that she didn't recognize, and then they stepped into a room with a pond in the middle. A small island with soft grass had been built in the middle.

"This is new," she told him.

"The lady built it for me," he said, then scooped her up with one arm and walked through the water. It came up to his waist as he crossed. When he set her down on the island, she kicked off her shoes and savored the sensation of the soft blades beneath her toes.

"What do you need an island for?"

"To make you...more comfortable." Asterion smirked. "The ground is soft, like a human bed."

"You had this built for me?"

"Indeed." He set the axe down on the grass. "It will be more comfortable than the rocks."

"Let's find out." She moved into his arms, tilting her head to kiss him.

Asterion obliged, letting out a grunt of approval when she squeezed the head of his cock through his loincloth. She explored his lips with hers, smiling at the feel of his stiff fur against her face. When he put his hand on her breast, she placed her hand over his own.

"Feel free to be rough with me," she told him, her whole body tingling as if full of starlight.

"Hmmm...I do not wish to hurt you," he replied.

"Don't worry. You won't." She squeezed his cock hard, then gave it a couple of pumps. "And I'll tell you if you do, so don't worry about it."

He looked doubtful, but nodded his acceptance. When he squeezed her breast, she moaned, then pushed him onto the ground. Surprised, he toppled over, his loincloth flapping to one side to reveal his massive member.

She felt a surge of energy and confidence. When she knelt down to take his massive member in her mouth, she could hear Naia's voice in her ear.

Use your tongue on the frenulum. Slow strokes up and down, fast ones side to side. Beth could almost picture the nymph's smile as she gave instructions. Not one to disobey, she followed them.

The noise Asterion made was somewhere between a grunt and a bellow. He lifted his head to see what Beth was doing, then placed his hand on the back of her head.

"I can be rough?" he asked.

"Only if I can." Beth smirked at him, then opened her mouth wide.

The minotaur forced her head down onto his long shaft. What ordinarily took her several minutes of concentration and slobber was accomplished in seconds. His massive glans pushed against the back of her throat. Her gag reflex was non-existent and she inhaled him. She tried to take him all the way, but he pulled on her hair, stalling her progress.

Breathe through your nose, there's plenty of room. The nymph's encouraging words helped Beth relax. Your body is ready for this, you just have to trust me.

Naia guided Beth through the deepest blowjob of her life. When Asterion came, she couldn't swallow fast enough. Sperm shot out her nose and pooled on his belly. Her sinuses didn't even respond, and she took a deep breath through her nose to swallow what she could. Each gulp filled her with energy, and she felt a fire inside that needed to be quenched. The fairy girls dropped out of the sky, greedily stuffing their faces with what Beth had missed. They were like Mother Nature's horny cleanup crew.

"It's my turn," Beth told him, then squeezed the base of his cock. He grunted, a big grin on his face; Asterion could easily go twice, it was something about his genetic makeup. The fairies let out a cheer and moved away as Beth positioned herself over his waist, her legs spread wide.

When she lowered herself, she deliberately missed his cock, letting it slide up her belly instead. While grinding her pussy on the base of his shaft, she gave his cock a good rub, marveling at how it slapped her above her belly button. It was both wide and long, and she couldn't wait to feel it stretch her out, to test her new limitations.

Asterion groaned. Beth looked down to see that Carmina had latched her mouth onto the edge of his urethra and was sucking.

"I've got a better use for you," she declared, then wiped some of the semen off of Asterion's gut and pulled down her top to reveal her breasts. She swiped some of the cum on her nipples, then pulled the fairy off of Asterion's dick and moved it to her breast.

Carmina, without missing a beat, latched on like a magic nipple clamp. It made her skin tingle pleasantly, so she snatched Cerulea out of the air and repeated the process with her other breast. Both fairies were hungrily nibbling on sensitive flesh, which sent tingles up and down Beth's spine.

"Time to test her out," she muttered, then slid up Asterion's shaft while pressing it flat against his belly. She was practically sitting on his chest once she could switch direction and move back down. His huge glans pressed against her swollen labia, creating a tremendous amount of pressure as his shaft bent before forcing her vaginal lips apart.

Beth groaned, then stopped for a moment to acclimate. She was soaking wet, and it was almost like the core of her body was now liquid metal. There was just enough friction that she could feel every glorious inch as it slid inside of her, but the experience was not like anything she had previously felt. It was almost as if she had grown millions of nerve endings all along the inside of her vagina, and she could tell exactly where the head of his penis was while it was inside her body.

She cried out, her eyes filling with tears. It was almost like every previous sexual encounter had been but a shadow of what could be. Her lower body felt so full as she slowly approached the base of Asterion's shaft, and the sensation of being stretched apart was perfectly balanced between pleasure and pain.

The fairies were now biting the edges of her nipples, and when she grabbed her own breasts, they flattened beneath her hands to remain in place. Olivia landed on Asterion's forehead and looked at Beth expectantly.

She snatched up the green fairy and placed her at the base of Asterion's cock. All of the fairy girls were stretchy like elastic, and she knew they wouldn't get hurt, even if squished. Beth lifted her hips long enough for Olivia to wrap her long legs around Asterion's girthy shaft, then slid back down. A tiny mouth licked her all around her clitoris, sending delightful tremors through her body.

"Beth." Asterion was looking at her in awe as she started with a slow grind. She usually rode on top of him, but had to stop every so often to take a breather. His thick glans kept pushing up against her womb, an act that usually hurt.

Not anymore, though. The rigid tissue of her cervix no longer had any complaints as she shoved herself onto him. She laughed in delight as her lower belly distended along the path of his cock. Maybe her magic would make her stretchy like the fairies? Was that a choice she could make? If her body could be made to stretch, how big of a cock could she physically take?

A chill ran up her spine, and she groaned. Movement off to the side caught her attention, and she saw that the pool of water was moving now, circling the small island like an eddy current.

Oh God. She discovered that the water was reacting to her movements. When she shifted from her slow grind to a steady motion that slammed Asterion's hips into her thighs, she felt the heat inside her body build as the water splashed and spilled onto the nearby banks. Was her arousal triggering the water's movement?

"Beth, I..." Asterion's eyes were bugging out in his head, and he placed his hands on her hips. "I am getting close."

She leaned forward and put her hands on his horns. This caused her ass to lift off the ground, and she gave the minotaur a kiss on the nose.

"Fuck me like you mean it," she growled.

Asterion snorted, then slammed himself into her.

The shockwave of pleasure went straight to her skull, then scattered through her limbs as he repeated the act. He paused to regard her with those puppy dog eyes of his, and she responded by putting her hands on his chest.

"Is that the best you can do?" she demanded.

He slammed into her again, then let out a grunt that sounded like a train coming to a stop. Beth put her hands on his neck and squeezed.

"Yes!" she cried as she slammed her full weight down onto his cock. The water around the island was climbing into the air, creating ribbons that crossed over each other. When he came inside her, she could feel liquid heat suffuse her whole body.

She slammed herself onto Asterion hard enough that Olivia shot out like a rubber ball, bouncing off a pair of rocks before tumbling onto the grass. The fairy girl let out a belch and went limp.

"More, more!" Beth could feel her orgasm building, and watched in awe as the streamers climbed higher. Asterion groaned, his eyes rolling up in his head as his massive cock twitched inside of her. She felt like she was plugged into him, able to move her body in a perfect rhythm that kept him from coming down from his own orgasmic high.

She was gasping now, and her body felt like a giant rubber band, stretched to the limit. When she finally snapped, she let out a shriek of delight as the water around them exploded, showering the small island in a miniature rainstorm. Desperate to ride the waves of pleasure coursing through her, she was able to tease out a second, smaller orgasm that accomplished the same effect. The ground was drenched, and she could barely see now that her hair was in her face. Carmina had fallen off one of her breasts, and she tried to hold Cerulea in place as a third orgasm built. Down below, Asterion was moaning, his fingers digging into the damp soil.

The water sloshed along the banks as the ribbons began to climb into the air again. For just a moment, Beth felt a connection with the small lake, her heart and mind expanding to fill the chamber.

The connection faded when a loud buzz filled the air. A yellow light fell from above like a shooting star, then stopped to hover in front of Beth, weaving about to get her attention. It was the fourth fairy sister, Daisy. She was signing frantically, and Beth had to fight a groan of disappointment as she squinted her eyes in an attempt to focus.

"Someone's causing trouble in the front yard?" It was her best guess, and Daisy, though deaf, could hear vibrations through her wings. Beth's stomach dropped as the call of duty tempered her lust.

Daisy nodded, then shot off for the center of the Labyrinth.

"Guess we'll have to finish our fun some other time," she said as she pulled herself off of Asterion. The minotaur groaned, sat up to help her stand, then flopped back as if relieved.

Beth hastily threw on her clothes and then jogged to the mirror pool. The path they had taken in hadn't been complicated, and it was easy enough to find her way out. Once past the gate, she stood on the edge of the water and looked at her reflection. Even though she had been soaking wet only minutes ago, her hair was starting to curl itself back into how she had styled it that morning.

With a grin, she took a deep breath and hopped in. The water was cool to the touch as the Labyrinth disappeared and she was rushed to the house.

Back at the cabin, Mike hung his coat on a hook by the door and then sat down in a comfy armchair by the fire. The warmth of the crackling heat was complemented by the pleasant smell of burning pine that permeated the cabin. He let out a sigh and kicked off his shoes, then put them up on the ottoman so that the heat would reach his toes.

"Master." Emery flew up carrying a thermos. "Some coffee to warm you."

"Please just call me Mike." He smiled at the imp, then took the thermos. "And thank you. Is there a full pot? The others might want some."

"But of course, Mas—Mike." Emery beamed and then shot across the cabin to the kitchen. The little imp was surprisingly strong, and easily manipulated the coffee pot despite it being almost as big as he was.

Mike closed his eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the fire. Quetzalli came out of Darren's room wearing a thick sweater and leggings.

"Where did you get those?" he asked.

"Dana bought them for me." Quetzalli grabbed the hem of her sweater and lifted it above her belly. "I like how it holds everything in place. I feel far less wobbly this way."

God bless you, Dana, he thought to himself. The dark leggings left little to the imagination, and Quetzalli forgot to lower her sweater when she turned her attention to the loft, giving him a great view of her ass. Up above, Dana had appeared at the top of the stairs carrying a box.

"Velvet said there's some food in here," she announced. "Que, fix your sweater."

Quetzalli straightened out her sweater. Mike looked at Dana, who winked at him.

"Where's Velvet?" he asked.

"She was checking out the barn. Wanted to see how much damage was done."

"What about him?" Mike looked over at Bigfoot. He was sprawled out across the couch now, and he grunted every couple of minutes in his sleep.

"No improvement. Speaking of which..." Dana set the box on the counter and walked over to squat next to Mike. "The arrows were poisonous, but we don't know what it was. I pulled a bunch of them out of myself, and am kind of worried what might happen next time I feed."

"How so?" He leaned forward in his chair.

"The air here is cold, so I packed snacks for myself in a small cooler, which are now in the fridge. But what I mean is that when I eat, my blood will flow for a little bit. That will circulate the poison, and I have no idea what that means in terms of my zombie-ness."

"Oh." He frowned. Would the poison damage her after feeding? The idea that her regeneration would stall out like a car on a cold morning worried him. "You're wondering if you might go through your supply really fast."

"Correct." She patted him on the leg. "Not that I think you'll mind, but I might have to come to the source."

He nodded knowingly. Dana wasn't physically attracted to him, but right after a feeding, she became insatiably horny and would fuck anything she could get her hands on. It was a situation he made sure to never take advantage of.

"Well, it's a good thing we've got Quetzalli to help," he added. "Whatever makes you happiest."

"You're a good guy," she told him, then patted his knee. She went back to the kitchen and opened the box to pull out some cans of soup. "I'll heat some up for you since I'm not doing anything else. Do you wanna go out and check on Velvet?"

"Yeah, no problem." He put his shoes and coat back on before going outside. Yuki was busy inspecting the perimeter she had built. Small fortress walls of ice had been built around the cabin, with nasty spikes made of ice waiting for anybody who may climb them.

"Everything good?" he asked.

"Kind of." She stopped what she was doing and looked at him. Her green eyes were blazing with light. "Still concerned about what I sensed in the woods. I'm not taking any chances with your life."

"Neither am I." He gave her a wave as he headed for the barn. It looked like it had been in pretty good condition before the Nirumbi had gotten hold of it. The large door on the front had been torn down, which is where he walked in. He found Velvet right away, standing in the back next to an old Jeep. Its windows had been broken out, and the interior had been gutted.

"Velvet?"

The Arachne turned to look away from him, her fingers swiping at her face. "Sorry," she said with a sniffle. "It's just...this was my dad's car. Back when I was small, he would take Lala and me for rides around the forest. He would spend hours out here keeping it in working order. It was how he got supplies from town."

"It's hard seeing it like this, isn't it?" Mike moved to the side of the vehicle and put his hands on the cool metal. "When I was a kid, my mom and I bounced from home to home a lot. The only constant we had in our lives was our station wagon. I'm surprised the damn thing even ran. It was totaled in an accident, caught on fire and burned to the ground. The picture made it into the paper, I felt like I was looking at the murder scene of a friend." He didn't mention to her that he had been inside, and so had his mother. The fire had claimed his mother's life and freed him from her abuse, but not before leaving a mass of scars along the side of his body.