Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 092

"Ho, ho, ho!" he declared, helping her to sit. "And what's your name, young lady?"

She didn't know. In fact, she didn't know anything about herself, or where she was. When she held up her hands, she saw that they were almost as white as the snow itself.

"I'm not sure," she confessed. The falling snow swirled around her fingers playfully. She could sense each flake, like an extension of her body.

"I suspected as much." The man helped her stand, then brushed some ice from his beard. For just a moment, those fine white curls had looked like something else as they twisted before her. "You had to sacrifice much to be here, but I'm sure glad you did."

"Did...did I die?" The thought hardly bothered her. After all, she was just now aware that she was alive.

"You didn't." He patted her affectionately on the shoulder. "But you aren't the person you used to be, either."

"I'm not?"

"No. But isn't that the truth of growing up? We're never the same person all the time. You're just less you than you used to be, but more you than ever." He smiled. "I'm Santa, by the way."

"Where is this place?" She looked up at the sky. "What are those?"

"This is the North Pole," he proclaimed with a smile. "And those lights above us are the spirits of the north. Well, and something to do with the sun, apparently. I don't understand it, no matter how often they explain it to me."

"The sun?" She looked up. "It's very pretty."

"Most wondrous things are. Come." He gestured to a large sleigh behind him. "If you'd like, I can show you many wondrous things."

"It took me a bit to understand what had happened," Mike whispered in her ear as the world went still around her. Despite not knowing who she was or where she had come from, she recognized that voice and could picture him in her mind. "You see, both of you are fragments, pieces of the original goddess. Freya was a goddess of many things, not just war and winter. All of these memories you're seeing are remnants, echoes of the whole. The main difference between the two of you is that Freya remembers, but you do not."

"Who is Freya?" she asked.

"She is who you thought you were," he replied. "There's a chain reaction going through your soul right now, like dominos or those weird little stick things that look like crosses that explode when you pull one out."

"Stick things?" She was so confused.

"Yeah, forget about that, the short version is your mind is somewhere safe while your soul reboots from scratch. I don't know if that metaphor even makes sense to you, but..." Santa's features melted away, revealing Mike. "Wow, that feels so much better!"

She experienced a flood of emotions upon seeing him, both good and bad. He was surrounded by a golden light that created whorls of energy that reached out and melted away the nearby snow. A buzzing sensation shot through her body as she took a step toward him. Her heart beat in her chest so loudly, she could see its rhythm reflected in the light around his body. She stopped just a foot away, her veins now filled with ice water. Even though his eyes were gentle, the power surrounding him terrified her.

"Why?" she asked him. "Why am I so afraid of you?"

"Because it's okay to be afraid of the unknown." Mike lifted his hand and winced as golden light coalesced around his fingers. "This is all yours, by the way. When you got pulled apart, I found it all, hidden away inside you. It was tucked away inside every nook and cranny, and I have no idea what will happen once I give it back."

"What if I don't want it?" she whispered. In truth, she desired that power more than anything, but simply had to know how he would respond.

"Uh..." he contemplated his fingertips. "If I'm being honest, you really should take this back. For one, this is your power, not mine. I assume you earned it. I saw so many memories of the things you did for people. Your followers loved you, and that's not something easily given. Even just holding it is almost like...well, a mother's embrace, or something equally comforting.

"As for the other reason...I think it's killing me." He smiled weakly.

"I thought you said it felt like a mother's embrace."

"Well, it does," he admitted. "But it's not my mother, or she's on fire, or whatever metaphor makes you happiest. Please, just...take it back."

She entwined her fingers with his, the golden light circling around her wrist and twirling along her arm like ribbons on a maypole. Power thrummed through her whole body as the snowy landscape rippled before being swept away by a tide of golden light. Mike held tightly to her hand as the two of them floated into the air.

Her time as Jack came back first. Long years in the frozen arctic, dancing among the frost. Things had been simple at first, but the years were long and she had been lonely. Becoming Jack had not tempered her desire for friends, family, or even love. She had been grieving a life that had been hidden away from her, and the Krampus had used that knowledge to bring about Santa's fall.

Then she was Freya, or at least the version that had been awakened. This Freya was indeed the goddess of war, her thoughts consumed by those final moments in Asgard when she had been forced to flee, leaving her husband behind. Her people lost to her, she had survived the cold waters of the north with the help of her father Njörd, the sea god. The outsiders had chased her even then, forcing her to hide atop ice floes until they lost sight of her. That desperation had led her to find a man known for miracles, to beg him to hide her away from the ancient ones until it was safe for her to return.

More memories came, and she discovered that there was more to her than fierce battles and frost. There had been love and laughter, villages full of happy children who flocked to her side. Óðr had been her husband, but he was far from her only love. Her body was a temple that she had shared with many, offering her blessings far and wide.

"I am love," she proclaimed, tears in her eyes as the phantom lights above faded away, revealing the stars. This was no longer a memory, but the astral plane itself. If she chose, she could travel to any of those distant souls and greet them, to let them know that they weren't alone.

"I am beauty." She held up her fingers, watching as her skin glittered as if coated by diamond dust. A magnificent dress formed around her, dangling from her floating form. When she looked up at the man across from her, she finally understood the weird sway Mike had held over her during their first meeting.

"I am sex." Her free hand stroked his cheek and her magic hummed in time with his own. This was a part of her she had forgotten, instantly awakened by the power surging inside of Mike's veins. Her magic resonated with his, her golden light combining with the purple sparks that danced along his skin. His soul felt old, as if it had been around for thousands of years, but that had to be an illusion for he was mortal. Still, it had a familiarity that called to her.

She was fertility and fortune personified, a remainder of the old gods who had walked the earth and given their gifts freely to the humans. Lifetimes of joy now filled her heart, elevating the two of them higher and higher, and she grabbed both of Mike's hands in her own as she pulled him into her arms. When she pressed her lips against his, she inhaled, pulling the breath from his body along with the golden light that permeated his being. When she broke the kiss, a bright light formed in the sky and they floated toward it together.

She was neither Freya or Jack, but a true amalgamation of both of them as well as the unknown spaces in-between. This whole time, she had been in a battle of wills with none other than herself. The Caretaker had not only put her back together, but discovered the pieces of her long forgotten.

"EK EM FREYJA!" she declared, the stars in the sky bursting into fireworks as her soul unfolded into its proper shape, allowing the two of them to burst free of its confines and return to the real world.

Freyja fell from a couple of feet in the air, landing on the couch with a soft thud. Across from her, Mike slumped forward in his chair, gasping for air. He was soaked in his own sweat, drops of it falling from his fingers and freezing to the wooden floor beneath.

The goddess surveyed the small cabin, seeing it properly for the first time. She could see the faint glitter of the magic that held it suspended in time, could smell the sexual fluids of the elf that had passed out earlier. Freyja looked at Mike, a smile forming on her face.

"Caretaker." When she used his title, Mike looked up at her, his eyes still filled with golden light.

"Freyja." He winced, then put a hand to his bare chest. "You didn't quite get it all."

Yuki stood from behind the kitchen counter, her eyes wide. "Holy shit, you two, that was insane. You both just kind of hovered in the air for a bit, and there was light everywhere. I would ask if it worked, but..." The kitsune hopped over the counter and moved closer to them. "It's so weird, you have this presence now. Like there's more of you in the room than before."

Freyja nodded, then looked at Mike. "The divinity is killing him," she declared, rising in her seat. "He needs to give it back to me before he burns up."

"It's not for lack of trying." Mike chuckled, then coughed into his hand. "Was my first time reassembling a god. Not even Ikea has directions for that."

"Baka, stupid jokes even while you're dying." Yuki shook her head, then looked at Freyja. "Help him, please."

The goddess moved toward him, then knelt in front of him until their noses almost touched.

"Gladly," she said, meaning it with every fiber of her being as she put her lips to his.

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Mike's whole world was pain, but when Freyja's lips touched his, there was a moment of pure bliss as the divinity in his veins shifted, the pressure disappearing for just a moment. The goddess let out a soft moan as her lips parted, her tongue sliding along the tip of his own before exploring the curve of his lips.

His magic activated so hard that it ripped free of his body and formed into a thick beam of light that penetrated Freyja's chest. He gasped in surprise as a pink light surrounded her before spiraling back along the beam that connected them. He was instantly hard, his consciousness fading as his dick officially became the brain in charge of operations.

And then Freyja's magic kicked in. A bitter chill formed along his mouth and he let out a scream of pain just before Yuki ripped Freyja off of him. The goddess fell backward in surprise, the air around her turning to fog as she froze the water vapor in it on her way down.

"What the hell was that?" Yuki moved between the two of them. "Are you okay?"

This was directed at Mike. He licked his numb lips and smacked them together. In less than a moment, Freyja had almost frozen his face off.

"I think tho. Tho. Thit."He couldn't tell if his tongue was numb or swollen.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what happened, I..." Freyja looked up at them with shock. She still looked like Jack, but there was an awareness in her eyes that hadn't been there before. It was confidence and power, though it had just been shaken.

"My best guess is the obvious: your head may be screwed on right, but it doesn't mean you can control it." Yuki knelt down next to Mike and inspected his face. "Your soul may be put back together, but your magic is a different story. His magic reacts to yours just as much as yours reacts to his, and I think you're defaulting to what you're the most used to, which is the frost."

Freyja held up her hands and clenched them tight. When she opened them, butterflies of golden light appeared and did a quick lap around the room before vanishing. "I think you're right. I'm in control now, but when we kissed, it was like jumping off a cliff." A slight smile appeared on her face. "There's a reason they call it falling in love, after all."

Yuki frowned. "You've been right in the head for all of two minutes, there's no way you feel like that about him."

"You are correct, child of the forest, I do not. But that feeling you get when you meet someone special, when you share that first kiss, that's all in here. It's a part of me just as it is a part of anyone with the capacity to love." Freyja placed a hand on her chest. "I can't believe I had forgotten what a wonderful feeling it was."

"Just a reminder..." Mike coughed so hard that sparks flew out of his mouth. "I am absolutely still dying over here."

"Do you need physical contact to get your divinity back?" Yuki asked.

Freyja frowned. "Sort of. The divinity he gathered while mending my soul is now integrated in his own, albeit temporarily. He could give it back through touch or by using his magic."

"Which requires touch." Yuki shook her head and looked at Mike. "I don't suppose you could just zap her with it, could you?"

Mike contemplated her question, then closed his eyes and looked at his magic. The golden glow of Freyja's divinity was entwined with his own magic, the two of them braided together. He plucked at a few strands to see if he could strip it away on his own, and was unsurprised when the divinity shifted and stuck to another strand instead.

"No can do." He looked at both of them. "Freyja's right. It's stuck to my magic. If I use it and cycle it out, I could probably put it somewhere else, but it's definitely not something I can do by just examining her soul or whatever." Unless the nearby hospital had a dialysis machine for nymph magic, there was only one option that made sense.

Unfortunately, he got the feeling that what had happened to his jaw was possible anywhere else. Frostbite on his fingers? No problem. Frostbite on his dick? Nope. An image of his frozen member snapping in half gave him plenty of reasons to be cautious.

"We need a way for my magic and his to interact, but we cannot touch." Freyja bit her lip, then looked over at Mike. "I do fear I would freeze you to death if we did."

A memory tickled the back of his mind, and he pursued it. There had been a moment on his porch, once upon a time, where he had fucked Cecilia and Lily at the same time due to Cecilia's spectral nature. He remembered how his magic had spread across both of them, and a similar thing had happened earlier in the year with Dana and Quetzalli.

He quirked an eyebrow and looked over at Yuki. "So you're saying we need someone to act as an intermediary, a kind of sexual fuse that can withstand cold temperatures."

The goddess appraised Yuki and shrugged. "As long as this fuse thing can handle divinity, it should work. The process wouldn't be as fast or efficient, but it would seem we have no choice."

The kitsune looked from Mike to Freyja, then shook her head and laughed. "So let me get this straight. The two of you are going to try and solve your problem by making me into a fox sandwich?"

"Only if you're up for it," Mike told her, moving to the nearby couch so there'd be more room. "If not, we can find another way."

"I can understand your hesitation," Freyja added. "I assure you that making love to a goddess is very similar to making love to an ordinary woman."

"Bitch, please." Yuki was already shedding her coat. "I've eaten snow cones scarier than you."

Freyja laughed, then sat back on the couch opposite of Mike. "Then by all means, fox, let's see what you can do."

"Baka kami," Yuki muttered as she turned toward Mike. "You must have done something very good in a past life, because I sincerely doubt any man has gotten their dick sucked so much in one day."

Mike ducked his head and placed his palms together as if bowing to her. "Think of it like a second date."

"Most girls would appreciate at least a good meal on their dates." Yuki looked over at Freyja, who had pulled up her dress to reveal a garter belt and stockings beneath her gown. When she turned back to face Mike, she wore a stupid grin. She dropped her voice to a whisper. "Though it does look like I'll be eating tacos."

"Do you even like tacos?" he whispered back, suddenly curious. "Real ones, I mean."

Yuki rolled her eyes as she grabbed the base of his dick. "Of course I like tacos," she muttered, then ran her tongue along the thick part of his glans before toying with his urethra. "What's there to hate? You take a bunch of delicious things and cram them into a crunchy shell."

"I'm a soft guy, myself," he admitted.

"There's nothing soft about you right now," she said before sucking him into her mouth. Mike gasped, his magic manifesting as a small storm of energy that swirled along his arms. He squinted, the golden sparks too bright to look at directly. Though the divinity hadn't left his body, just the act of circulating it seemed to help his discomfort.

"Mmh." Freyja had pulled her skirt even higher, and was now teasing a pussy devoid of hair. "It's hot watching her go down on you, but the bond you share is even hotter."

Mike wanted to reply with something meaningful, but all he managed was an affirmative grunt that sounded like Goofy trying not to giggle. Yuki's ears brushed against the bare skin of his belly, and he massaged them with his hands. The kitsune made happy little sounds in response, then swallowed him as deep as she could take him.

His relationship was different with each of the women in the house, but there was something special about Yuki. With the others, there could be some element of romance, or maybe they were just really good friends. He didn't pretend to analyze where he stood with Sofia. He would sometimes go days without hearing from her, and then he would be summoned to the Library for one of their "sessions."

With Yuki, though, they had started as enemies before becoming close. They had shared experiences of abuse, misery, and a solid understanding of what it meant to be a survivor. If anything, he thought of her as one of his best friends in the world, a relationship that had only deepened upon being intimate.

"I'm a bit jealous," Freyja said from her spot on the couch. "Her technique is pretty good. I wish I could join her and feel a cock in my mouth, too."

Mike blinked a couple times and chuckled. "You'll have to excuse me, but I'm still stuck on when you used to be Jack. That isn't a very Jack thing to say."

"That part of me wasn't anti-intimacy, but she wasn't particularly interested either. I nearly died when Santa drained me of my godhood, and the cold was all that remained." Freyja slid a finger inside herself as her other hand played with one of her breasts through her dress. "But there's something special about having a man's cock in your mouth. It isn't just about the strain in your jaw, or the throbbing warmth laying across your tongue. People often mistake it as a subservient position, but that's far from the truth. When someone sucks your cock, they have absolute power over you, especially when they do it right." Freyja shifted forward off the couch, then knelt behind Yuki. The kitsune paused long enough to see what the goddess was doing, then resumed her heavenly blowjob.

"Allow me to elaborate." Freyja grabbed the top of Yuki's head, her fingers vanishing in the kitsune's hair. Yuki held still for a moment, then groaned when Freyja pushed down on her head, forcing Mike's cock further into her throat. "From here, she looks the part of the servant. With a single push, I can overcome her resistance, make her desire the sensation of your glans sliding across the back of her tongue."

"I, uh..." Mike didn't know how to respond. His magic was crackling along his limbs and crossing over onto Yuki's skin, carrying tiny pieces of golden light with it.

Freyja whispered something in Yuki's ear, and the kitsune nodded her assent, a sensation which triggered a shockwave of pleasure all along Mike's cock. Yuki started playing with Mike's balls as Freyja moved behind Yuki and knelt down.