“That sounds like some Lovecraftian shit.”
Ratu frowned, her lips stretching dramatically. “Lovecraft paid the price for the knowledge he gained, and we are lucky to have it. Yes, we are talking about beings of immense power, unable to properly enter this plane through ordinary means. No god in their right mind would simply make Emily a demigod; she had nothing to offer. I think that she planned to offer a trade, allow one of them to slip through.”
“That’s insane.”
“Indeed, but it’s just a theory. Emily brought me many ancient texts while I maintained the guise that I was perfecting my craft. Instead, I was researching the grim possibility that she was about to make a huge mistake. Months before her death, I had learned how to destroy and harvest the magic from the final object. I hid this knowledge from her and encased the object beneath a lake of ice.”
“Is that why you need the goggles?”
Ratu pursed her lips, deep in thought. “Yes. As I mentioned, the Ancient Ones are extremely powerful, but not just in terms of strength. They reside in a plane that is devoid of time and space. The sheer act of interacting with such a creature can annihilate the mind, and as such, the object I need to destroy is very devious. Imagine trying to drive a nail into wood, but in the moment you swing your hammer, the nail is now a snake, and the wood a piece of pie. So now you are chasing a snake with your hammer, but now your hammer is a fork, and you are a German Shepherd.”
“What?” He wondered if Ratu had just had a stroke.
“Exactly. This isn’t just a hallucination, or a fever dream, it’s chaos on a pure level. The object is sealed inside a container meant to prevent the chaos from spreading. Once the container is open, you have to hit the nail before the world changes around you. As a human, just to look upon this thing would cause you to go insane. However, the goggles are a divine object, able to pierce the veil and protect the user for a time.”
“And this is where I come in.”
“Perhaps. With Emily dead, my contract with her is void, except I have technically collected on a bargain I never delivered. I am unable to leave this place, and I am afraid that I suspected that you had come down here to demand the results that Emily never achieved.” Ratu bowed her head. “For this, I am sorry.”
Mike nodded. “It sounds like you were trying to do the right thing. I accept your apology. What about you, Tink?” Mike looked down at the goblin and smiled. Sometime during the conversation, she had eaten her fill, then leaned her head against his side, promptly falling asleep.
“Do you know what she called me right after I brought her here?”
Mike grinned. “I can only imagine. Did it end with fuck?”
Ratu laughed. “It was like a stream of consciousness straight from the bottom of a swamp. Asterion asked me to explain to him what some of the words meant. He had never heard them before.”
“Yeah.” Mike put his arm around Tink. “She can be feisty. Does this mean you will let them all go? My friends and the fairies?”
“I require a new contract of you, Caretaker. Once you have fulfilled your part of the bargain, I will release all of you.”
“Lay it out for me.”
“I would ask that you use those goggles to help me destroy this last object. I also wish to continue living in this place, with the caveat that I am allowed to leave when I choose.”
“Sounds straightforward enough. But what about the witch on my lawn? Couldn’t we just borrow the goggles and come back later?”
Ratu shook her head. “I can’t take that chance. The box containing this object’s effects will not last forever, and if you should perish above, there is nobody to help me destroy it. I cannot escape this place, which means I will fall prey to its power and become a ticking time bomb of my own. This task can be accomplished in a few hours, and if you die in the process, the house above will lock itself away until the next Caretaker comes. I assure you that the geas cannot be targeted while the house is dormant, and everyone will be safe until it awakens once more.”
“Hmm.” He could argue with her, but to what end? It would only waste more time, and he got the idea that she wasn’t going to see things his way.
It looked like he was going to have to help her out before he could go up above. He really hoped the others were doing okay. Mike lightly stroked Tink’s hair and smiled when she muttered in her sleep. “Okay, I agree to your terms in exchange for the release of my friends and that you never do anything to bring danger to the house. Also, safe passage if I or any of the others wish to come see you.”
“That…is an odd request.”
“You seem lonely,” Mike said.
Ratu’s posture shifted very slightly.
“If you were truly a solitary creature, you wouldn’t have chosen to come to a magic cave under a house full of people. I’m sure Asterion is nice enough, but he doesn’t strike me as much of a conversationalist.”
Ratu considered Mike for several seconds, then laughed. “You are an interesting human. Perhaps I will enjoy getting to know you.”
“So what now?”
“I have necessary preparations to make, and then we will depart. Feel free to rest in the pagoda until I am ready—you will be unsurprised to find that it is bigger on the inside.”
“Sounds about right.” Mike finished the last few bites of food on his plate, then pulled Tink into his arms. She shifted, pulling herself tightly against him.
“Husband,” she muttered.
Mike smiled, walking along the table and toward the pagoda. The area around it was surrounded by hanging cloths that flapped gently in the breeze generated by the burning braziers. Drawing close, the pagoda gave off a weird illusion, suddenly looking even taller now that he was up close. Stepping through the doorway, Mike stared upward in awe. The pagoda stretched as far as he could see, creating the illusion that he was staring into infinity. After climbing the stairs by the entrance, he found a small room lit by hanging lanterns with a large, comfortable-looking bed. Moving toward it, he knelt to set the goblin onto the soft red sheets.
“Wha—?” While Mike was laying Tink on the bed, her teeth clamped down on his shoulder. Growling, Tink pulled Mike into bed with her, her tail whipping around until she was on top of him, her hands pinning Mike to the mattress. She released his shoulder.
“Tink wait long time for husband,” she announced, her eyes narrowing. “Husband come for Tink. Husband love Tink.”
“Of course I do, but—hey!” Tink was yanking Mike’s pants off now, her back to Mike. He grabbed onto her hips to push her off when he felt her hands on his cock. She tickled the underside of it with one of her claws, then bent over, sniffing the air.
“Who is this?” Tink asked.
Mike suddenly felt ashamed but knew there was no reason to be. Tink didn’t care that he had sex with the others. To her, it was no different from watching TV or sharing Eggos with a friend.
“Uh…Sofia.”
“Ha! One-eye is a dirty girl. She say she think husband is dumb like rock, but Tink know different.” Tink sniffed again. “But who else?”
“Some fairies.” Tink was stroking him now, the bottom of her skirt riding up enough that when her tail twitched, he could see her buttocks on display.
“Ooh! Fairy make magic oil!” Tink tugged on Mike’s shaft and played with his balls using her other hand. Mike sighed, enjoying the wave of relaxation that was washing over him. It had been a long day, and it felt nice to slow down for a minute. He felt bad lying in bed with Tink while the others were in danger, but there was nothing he could do about it until Ratu was ready to go anyway.
“Do you want some?” Cerulea, who’d been tucked away in Mike’s collar, launched herself in the air, circling Tink. “You’ll have to earn it!”
“Ooh, pretty!” Tink held out her hand, and Cerulea landed gently in her palm. “Tink remember blue
fairy! We make plenty of trouble.”
Uh-oh. Mike tried to sit up, but Tink pushed him back down without even looking.
“Fairy help Tink? Tink think husband brave, need reward.”
“Tink, I don’t…” Her tail brushed across his face, distracting him. He tried to grab it, but it danced playfully in front of his face.
“Husband come save Tink, Tink say thank you.” Scooting her rear up on his chest, she leaned forward to suck him into her mouth. Mike grabbed onto Tink’s hips, letting out another sigh. Tink teased the hole of his cock with her tongue, then used her teeth to tease the edge of his frenulum. Mike stroked her tail, rubbing his hands along the edge of her ass. She leaned forward even farther, revealing the edge of her pussy. Mike slid down his fingers to find it and teased her tight opening with circular movements.
“Ah!” Mike gasped—the familiar sensation of Cerulea grabbing the base of his cock with her hands and legs made him even harder, and Tink’s mouth was stretched to the limit to accommodate him. Tink growled, her mouth full of Mike’s dick. He was able to slide the tip of his forefinger into her snatch, and her growls amplified.
Tink pulled her mouth off him, pumping his shaft with both hands. “Tink show husband that Tink is best,” she declared. Cerulea squeaked when Tink grabbed her, sliding the fairy up Mike’s shaft and rubbing her across the head of his cock. “Tink get husband nice and wet.”
The fairy let out a shriek of delight when Tink forced her onto Mike’s cock, stretching the fairy down until her legs bounced against the edge of his balls. Mike groaned, his whole cock tingling with pleasure. Tink scooted around, turning to face Mike, her hands squeezing Mike’s cock through the fairy. Cerulea’s whole body was distorted, her face stretched into a giant grin.
“Tink always best,” she muttered, pushing Mike’s cock down against his stomach. After scooting forward, she trapped Mike’s cock in place with her pussy, rubbing herself against the fairy and Mike’s shaft. Mike ran his hands up Tink’s thighs, pushing her dress up and over her head. Her nipples, all four of them, were rock-hard.
Mike grabbed a pillow and placed it beneath his shoulders so that he could sit up. Tink humped him, causing Cerulea to let out a noise similar to a squeaky toy’s. Mike tried not to laugh, which resulted in a huge grin on his face.
“Tink really is the best,” he told her, squeezing her breasts. Purring, Tink knelt to kiss him, her lips soft against his. Mike ran his fingers through her hair, his thumb rubbing the base of one of her horns. Her kissing became more insistent, her hips grinding more fiercely against his.
“Little fairy work harder,” Tink declared, lifting her hips and rotating Cerulea so that she was face up. Cerulea’s tiny hands reached up for Tink’s labia, clutching her tightly before Tink could settle back down on the fairy.
“Can she breathe?” Mike asked.
“Tink not worry. Fairy need magic or air, not both.” She kissed Mike again, only more urgently. “Get husband nice and ready.” Tink bit Mike’s lip, drawing blood.
“Naughty goblin.” Mike pulled Tink’s hips against him, reaching around with one hand to grab the base of her tail. “I was worried about you.”
“Tink always worry about husband. Husband need Tink.” Tink was gasping now, moving her hips in a circular motion. Blue flashes of magic were emanating from between them, the fairy shedding magical light. Mike could feel the fairy’s body tightening against his cock, her tiny limbs shaking.
Music played, and Tink shifted off his cock. Cerulea was glowing now, her body shooting off sparks that mimicked musical notes when they vanished. Grabbing the fairy, Tink jacked off Mike as fast as she could.
The fairy let out a tiny shriek, and Tink pulled her off Mike. Glittery cum ran out of the fairy, pooling up on Mike’s stomach and across his balls. His whole cock was iridescent now, shimmering in the room’s light.
“Fairy girl take a break,” Tink declared, dropping Cerulea at the foot of the bed. Rubbing her slit against Mike, she pinned his shoulders down. “Tink’s turn.” Grabbing Mike’s shaft, she positioned herself just over his head. “And this time, Tink make it fit.”
“You really are a naughty goblin,” Mike groaned, his shaft sinking into Tink’s tight pussy. The fairy’s cum allowed him to penetrate her easily, sliding in with minimal resistance. “But Tink, lube doesn’t mean I’ll go in deeper.”
“Husband never bet against Tink.” Tink was rolling her hips, pushing against him as hard as she could. With every pass, she sank just a little bit farther. “Tink have big idea.” Tink was now as far as she could get, a couple of inches above the base of Mike’s cock. He could feel the back wall of her vagina bouncing off the head of his cock.
“What now?” Mike asked, playfully yanking her tail and teasing her asshole with his thumb. “I know one place I can fit, if you’re so determined.”
“Tink determined,” she gasped. “Tink make it work.” She was rolling her hips now, the back wall of her vagina rubbing sideways against the head of his cock. She lifted herself slightly, then pushed down. Frustration crawled across her face as she repeated the process several times.
“What are you trying to do?” Mike asked.
“Tink…saw…picture. Picture on…magic screen.”
Oh God. What had she found on his computer? Suddenly, he felt a slight shift inside of Tink, a small bump along the back of her vagina. Tink held still, moving carefully now, centering Mike’s dick on that spot.
“Tink,” Mike whispered. “That isn’t going to fit there.”
“Fairy oil,” she hissed, pushing herself down on him. It should have been impossible, but Mike’s entire life was now the impossible. Groaning in delight, he felt the tiny ring of Tink’s uterus squeeze along the head of his cock, his dick pushing through an opening it had no business fitting through. Gasping for air, Tink sat up, swiveling her hips from side to side, working Mike in even deeper.
“Holy shit,” Mike whispered. Tink’s clits were engorged to an unusual size now, pressing against his dick like a pair of fingers.
“Tink make fit. Tink make fit,” she groaned, over and over again.
Mike felt himself pushing against the back wall of her uterus. In awe, he stared at the goblin. Her labia were pressed firmly against his pelvis, his cock now entirely inside of her. “Husband no move.” He could feel the tension in her body building up, the excitement of the moment lifting Tink away. An energy had built up between them, ready to be released at any moment.
Mike grabbed Tink’s tail and yanked it. Hard.
The goblin screamed, her entire body wracked with spasms that started at the base of her hips and worked their way up. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her arms going limp as her orgasm sucked the life out of her. Her vagina clenched Mike but nowhere near as hard as her cervix did. Mike cried out, feeling like it was going to crush him. He tried to pull himself free, but it was so tight that he couldn’t.
The effort of trying to free himself triggered a second orgasm in Tink. Falling forward onto Mike, she growled, then bit his collarbone. Mike’s microthrusts, combined with the tightness of the goblin, caused a small orgasm to hit him. However, the tight ring just past the head of his cock blocked him from releasing it all, and his orgasm vanished. Tink kept riding him, causing another small orgasm to hit, and this time the pressure was almost unbearable.
“Tink!” Mike cried out, and her uterus unclenched. Mike filled her womb with sperm, his third and final orgasm making his whole body shake. His muscles tensed up and then relaxed, his cock popping free of Tink’s uterus. He stayed inside of her, pulling her tightly against him. Tink stopped biting him, her arms folding against his chest.
“Tink told you she is best,” she muttered, burying her face in his chest. She purred quietly, going limp when she fell asleep.
Holding the goblin against him, Mike let out a sigh. Tink was safe, and that was w
hat mattered most. Now that they were reunited, he felt like a part of him had been restored, a piece he hadn’t realized was missing. He tightened his grip on the goblin, holding her as close as possible. Tink sighed, her gentle purring filling the room.
Feeling content, he closed his eyes and promised himself he wouldn’t fall asleep.
THE WORST PLACE ON EARTH
“Did you have a good nap?”
The voice was cold, snapping Mike out of his slumber. Tink clutched him tightly, and he pushed the blankets off his head, staring at the dark figure in his room. He reached out to touch the lamp, warm light bathing the angry figure in the doorway. She stood with her arms crossed and a messenger bag slung over her shoulder.
“Uh…hi, Beth.” Mike slid sideways out of the blankets. “So, uh, I’m sure you have some questions.” Sitting up, Mike tried to keep himself covered with blankets while pulling his pants back up. Tink rolled over, pulling the blanket with her, causing Mike to fall face-first onto the floor, his bare ass in the air.
Scrambling to his feet, Mike faced away from his estate agent. What would he tell her? She didn’t look happy, and he wondered what sort of trouble she had run into in the Labyrinth. Turning around, he smiled sheepishly. Why was he so nervous around her?
“So. Apparently there’s a Labyrinth under your house.” Beth shook her head. “Do you want to take a stab at explaining to me why I am in it?”
“Well, uh…” Mike looked at Tink. He frowned, knowing that Tink was pretending to be asleep. “It’s complicated. You don’t happen to have a doll on you, do you?”
“Really? That’s the best you can do?”
“Well?”
Beth sighed. “Yeah, I have her.” She reached into the bag and pulled out Jenny. “She and I had quite the conversation a while ago, but she’s been silent since.”
“Oh, thank God.” Mike felt a sense of relief. “I was afraid that she had gotten lost in the river.”
“I’m giving you ten seconds to give me an explanation before I walk out of here.” Beth tucked Jenny away. “Last thing I remember, I was in a car accident and my intern dragged me into your house. Suddenly, I’m floating down a river.”
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