Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 072

Then again, that was the same line of thinking that had led Emily astray. Her need to fill the home with cryptids had segued into protecting its occupants at all costs. Led astray by the shadow, her desire for power had ultimately led to her tragic demise.

"Damn," he muttered in frustration. The last thing he wanted was to see his own desire to understand the Great Game be twisted into a journey toward madness.

"Come." Abella took him by the hand. "Let's see if we can find someplace where the woods have woken up already. Maybe then, you can put your mind to rest."

She had misunderstood him, but he didn't feel the need to correct her. Abella led him through the forest, taking him through heavy brush where no trails existed. She would often turn around and walk backward, her wings unfolding just enough to push aside the foliage and allow them to pass unhindered.

"I saw this spot the other day," she explained as she guided him. "It's not too far from the hot springs, and it gets plenty of sunlight."

"What do you mean?" he asked, but she only grinned in response.

The hum inside his head grew louder, and they moved into a clearing with a river running through it. Steam hovered above the water in places, fed by small bubbling pools on the shore. The snow here was melted along the banks of the stream, and the nearby trees rustled in the wind.

The humming had been replaced by the sound of music. Ethereal in nature, he couldn't identify a single instrument being played. It was hundreds of voices all at once, singing a song of waking.

"Well?" Abella asked. "Is it different here?"

He nodded, then wiped a tear from his eye. It was a song of hope, one that immediately reminded him of Amymone. Amongst the trees, he could hear the steady chittering of the spiders as well, raising their voices to join in the harmony. While the woods sang of waking and sunlight, the spiders sung of the hunt to come. They were hungry, yet hopeful.

"There's so much to hear," he told her. "It's actually quite pleasant. This spot is beautiful, thank you for bringing me here."

She nodded in approval, then knelt down by the stream. "I don't hear what you do, but it's the same. The rustling of the leaves. The sound of snow dripping, animals scurrying everywhere. But in a way, we are both hearing the heartbeat of the earth mother. At least, that is what my mother would say."

Content to listen for a while, he closed his eyes and let the music flow through him. The tune had been nonsensical at first, but now he could pick out some of its nuances. The trees whispered to one another in singsong voices, and the clusters of grass that had pushed through the snow made a sound like tinkling bells.

Behind the music, he picked up on a background melody consisting of deep bass tones. Doing his best to tune out the others, he focused on those deep beats, and was surprised when his magic responded. It spiraled around inside of him, unwinding in slow motion.

In the darkness of his own mind, he suddenly saw the clearing around him in intricate detail. Every blade of grass, rock, and tree was there for his perusal. Waves of light pulsed through them from below the ground, diffracting and changing colors as it passed through the foliage. The grass glowed a cheerful blue, while the trees were yellow and green. The rocks soaked up the noise, appearing black to his mind's eye.

He was humming now. It was like being a child again and trying to hum along with the vacuum cleaner. The vibrations filled his body and resonated outward, causing the colors around him to shift and glow even brighter. By altering the pitch of his voice, he could cause different elements of the clearing to ignite like tiny stars.

"Are you doing this?" Abella's awe-filled voice sounded far away.

He opened his eyes to see that the clearing was no longer bound in snow. The grass and bushes had shoved their way free of winter's icy embrace, and the trees rustled as if caught in a heavy wind. All around them, flowers were blooming and turning to face the sun.

It wasn't just the flora that was reacting either. Woodland creatures were appearing along the edge of the clearing. Squirrels and raccoons sat in trees, and a pair of bucks circled the outside. Mice sat on their haunches by the river's edge, their eyes shining with curiosity.

The river sparkled in the sun's light as bubbles broke free of its surface and floated in the air, bouncing around like tiny beach balls. The air shimmered with motes of light that swirled around him like fireflies, his magic manifesting in a new way altogether.

This was like Naia's magic, he thought. How many times had he seen her entrance the small creatures of the neighborhood with her songs? Stunned by this development, he turned to face Abella. The gargoyle's eyes were bright with wonder as she held up a hand and a finch landed on it and sang to her.

"It's almost like a fairy tale," she whispered.

Afraid he would break the spell, he said nothing. Animals approached them both, bowed as if paying their respects, then disappeared into the woods. Mike picked some golden flowers that sprouted by his feet and walked toward Abella.

"These are for you," he told her, but was surprised to see that the flowers had woven themselves into a crown. There was no beginning or end, it was almost like the stalks had melted into each other.

Smiling, Abella took the crown from him and placed it on her head.

"Thank you." She placed her hands against his chest, then slid them down his sides and around his waist. "I didn't know a walk with you could be so exciting."

"Abella, I..." He was cut off when she pressed her firm lips against his. Her hands slid up to his shoulders, but then down to his butt. She squeezed him, then pulled him against her.

The music around them intensified, but Abella showed no reaction to it. Assuming only he could hear it, he was suddenly distracted by the feeling of Abella's flat stomach rubbing against his groin.

He moved his hands up her back until he found her wing joints. She moaned into his mouth as he rubbed them, then moved a hand down to the base of her tail. She crouched down and pulled him with her until she was on her back. The thick reeds of grass leaned away from them, silhouetting Abella's body on the ground.

Mike broke the kiss and straddled her, his fingers moving along her chest. She pressed her breasts together and grinned.

"I saw something in one of my shows that I kind of want to try with you," she said with a blush. "It's called a boob fuck."

He didn't have the heart to correct her online terminology, so he pulled off his pants to oblige.

Though the air was cold, he barely felt it. Abella's body was radiating heat that he now had a better understanding of, and he shifted his hips forward until his pelvis was just below her breasts.

"Like this?" he asked, then pressed his cock between her breasts.

"Almost." She leaned forward enough to lick his cock and then smear her spit along the length of his shaft. "That should work."

When she laid back down, he pushed forward. As firm as they were, they didn't yield at all. The sensation was nice, and she stuck out her tongue to tease the head of his cock whenever it poked above her breasts.

"This feels good, but what do you get out of it?" he asked.

"Are you kidding? I can feel how warm and soft it is. Well, relatively speaking." She squeezed her breasts together, which increased the pressure on his shaft. "And I'll admit that I love how fragile you feel."

"Fragile?"

She smirked. "I can easily crush a rock between my breasts. It's...one of those weird things you do a few times for fun when you're young and tired of looking at birds on the cathedral roof."

It was an oddly specific statement, but Mike let it go. He could see Abella's cheeks darkening in passion as he fucked her breasts, and knew that she was getting far more out of it than he was. He didn't mind. After all, sex wasn't about keeping score, and if this was something that excited her, he was happy to oblige.

She grunted, and her hips lifted off the ground. When he looked back, he saw that she was teasing her pussy with the pliable tip of her tail. It was a bit difficult, but he was able to reach back to help penetrate her with her own tail.

Abella licked her lips, and then licked the head of his cock. Precum created a sticky strand that temporarily connected them until she broke it with her finger and then shoved it in her mouth.

"Yummy," she commented, then gasped. Her eyes flashed with an inner light and a breeze blew through the clearing, ruffling his hair.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, it's fine." She grabbed the shaft of his cock and gave him a couple of tight strokes. He groaned as she managed to extract some more cum, and then ate it. The same phenomenon manifested, and she closed her eyes and groaned.

"What's happening?" he asked.

"You've changed," she told him. "Since the last time we did this, anyway. Your essence, it has become far more...potent." She arched an eyebrow at him.

He didn't bother trying to come up with an explanation. Ever since his threesome with Dana and Quetzalli, and the previous night's dream, he had felt different. His magic was no longer confined to crawling sparks, or sex lightning as he called it. Something bigger was happening to him, and he was really only along for the ride.

He moved down her body, and she groaned in disappointment when his cock was no longer between her breasts. Her legs moved apart, and he maneuvered himself between them to get a clear view of her tail. He took it from her hands and spent a few minutes fucking her with it. The stone of her tail was even smoother than her breasts, as if it had been polished.

"You have something I want far more than my tail," she finally muttered.

He was about to pull her tail out but paused. After watching all three of her labia expand and contract to accommodate the girth of her tail, it occurred to him that she could probably be stretched even further.

He lowered his bare ass onto her tail, using it to support his weight. Once his cock was just outside her pussy, he pulled her tail out until it tapered to a blunt point. Satisfied that what was about to happen was possible, he rubbed his cock along her tail and then held them together before pushing them back against her labia.

"Why not both?" he asked, and then pushed his way forward.

Abella gasped and slammed her hands into the ground hard enough to tear gouges in the turf. Mike groaned with effort as he attempted to handle his own cock and her tail, eventually stretching out her lips. Double penetrating her vaginally was difficult due to her stony exterior, but her interior was hot and inviting. Her tail looked smooth from a distance, but actually had ridges that rubbed against the bottom of his shaft as he pressed into her.

The gargoyle had slipped into French, her eyes closed as she released a monologue of words "Oh mon Dieu, Merde! Putain oui!"

Around them, the clearing blazed with color as the stream erupted. Bubbles circled them, each one looking like a tiny plasma ball as the sparks that formed along his body jumped into them. He watched in astonishment as his magic spread out and dominated the clearing.

Flowers bloomed in fast forward until they exploded, and the trees shook so hard that he thought a storm was blowing in. All the while, Abella cried out as her hands and feet tore grooves in the dirt and stone beneath them.

He was shaking now, unable to control his muscles as his magic raced free. One moment, it felt like electricity. The next, it became music. It was wild and uncontrollable, and he had no idea how to make it stop or otherwise control it.

Abella grabbed him by the thighs, her fingers pressing into his flesh hard enough that he gritted his teeth in pain. Letting go of her tail, he pumped himself into her tight, pulsing sex as tiny spurts of cum leave his body. The water was circling them now, hissing with magic.

Abella's wings unfurled, crushing the nearby flowers as she let out a cry. Mike leaned forward to kiss her breasts, but she put up a hand and held him back. Steam rose from her sternum as bubbles popped against her skin, and when she came, a tiny burst of heartfire shot into the sky from her mouth and vanished in the breeze.

"Don't...not inside..." she managed to gasp out between balls of fire.

"Holy shit!" It occurred to him now that whatever was happening to him was now being directly channeled into her body as fuel. He moved his hips until his cock popped free, causing her tail to unfold beneath him with a thud.

The cold air on his cock sent chills up his spine and he let out a grunt and grabbed the base of his shaft. Uncertain where to spill his seed, he let out a groan and blasted thick ropes of cum all across Abella's stomach and torso.

There was a thunderclap overhead as the clearing came to a standstill. Bubbles turned into mist that fell from the sky like a light rain, and he fell forward onto Abella, fully aware that he was also lying in his own bodily fluids.

The gargoyle sighed and played with his hair.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

She nodded. "I will be," she said. "I could feel your magic deep inside, traveling through my body. When it reached my heart, I...couldn't hold it in any longer. I was afraid if you came inside of me, I might explode."

"That's...not a thing, is it?"

She laughed. "No, not literally. I eat energy, and I haven't felt so full in a long time." She patted her belly for emphasis.

He looked up at her, rolling his head along her breast so that he could see her better. "It didn't happen to heal your wing did it?"

"Hmm?" She flexed her wing and he saw the cracks were still there. "Should it have?"

"I suppose not." It would have been damn convenient though.

"Mike?" Abella moved her hand into his hair and held him close. "Are you glad I came?"

He ran his hand along her belly, then squeezed her hip. "Of course, I am."

"Am I...are we enough for you? Me and the others?"

He could feel the insecurity in her voice, the sudden shift in her tone. Where was this coming from? He had a pretty good idea, but didn't want to discuss his relationship with Velvet. Even he didn't entirely know what was going on there.

"Each one of you is more than I can handle," he told her. "But I manage, somehow. I spend every day hoping that I'm still enough. I'll admit that there are times I worry that I'm neglecting one of you, or that I haven't given you enough attention. I promise it's purely a numbers game, there's only one of me after all."

"I see."

"I'm sorry if I've ever made you feel forgotten." He gave her another squeeze. "But I promise, I'm trying my best."

She squeezed him tight, which made his back pop.

They laid there for quite some time. When he decided to help her up, he discovered that the crown of flowers on her head had rooted itself into the ground. All around them, the clearing was now filled with wildflowers growing several feet high, many having burst through the snow. Abella marveled at the sudden change in scenery, but Mike was filled with an uneasy chill.

What was happening to him?

Will Beth get Jenny to quit screwing around and help her take down the horsemen? Will Mike figure out what's going on with his magic before it rages out of control?

Answers in the chapters ahead. Until I see you next time, stay happy and healthy!

~Annabelle Hawthorne