“Guess she doesn’t want to be stuffed away anymore.” Mike gave Jenny a pat on the head. “That’s it, then. Are you still going to take the blue room?”
“Oh yes.” Beth’s eyes sparkled. “I think that’s the room for me.” She put on her backpack and walked up the steps.
Tink grabbed the briefcase, and Mike picked up the suitcase.
“Never thought I would get to live here,” Beth said.
“You can still use my tub,” he told her, remembering his offer to her on the day he’d moved in. “Just gotta let me know first so I don’t walk in on you.”
“Don’t worry. We can draft up a roommate agreement.”
They stood in front of the door. Mike handed her one of his spare keys and pushed open the entrance. Tink went in ahead of them.
“Welcome home,” he said, and Beth crossed the threshold. The instant they were all inside, the ground rumbled violently, and a sound like distant chimes filled the air. They looked at each other, setting down the luggage.
“What was that?” Beth asked. “Are we under attack again?”
“Can’t be. I turned the dial.” He looked out the front door, but nobody was on the lawn. He ran down the steps, his eyes on the clouds above. He half expected a crack in the sky or Amir on his flying carpet with a handful of lightning bolts to throw. The ground shook again, then settled. Abella circled overhead, and Cecilia had appeared on the porch, worry on her face.
“See anything?” Beth stood beside him, her eyes on the road.
“Nothing.”
“Mike.” Beth tugged at his arm. “Turn around.”
He cast one last look at the street, then turned. His jaw dropped. “No fucking way. There’s just no fucking way.”
“I wonder what it means,” Beth said.
The roof of the house was now easily twenty feet higher. The front porch was slightly wider as well, and a whole new bay of windows was now visible. Tink stumbled through the door, then caught herself before falling off the steps. She ran out to stand next to Mike, her eyes wide through the goggles.
“House bigger on inside now!” she said, pulling at his hand. “Whole new floor with different rooms!”
“That’s…but that’s…” It wasn’t just that the house had grown, but his memory of it had too. He thought back to that first day with Beth, the day she had shown him the place. They had walked up the stairs, ignoring the second floor entirely, then had walked the rest of the way up to the third floor, where Naia was. Even this morning, he had walked past without paying it any mind. “How is this possible?”
“Well, then, Mr. Radley.” Beth flashed him a grin. “Should we go inside and see the rest of your house?”
“Our house now. And yes, we should. Hey, Tink?” Mike looked down at the goblin, a huge smile on his face. “Go get your tools. I think we’re going to need them.” He cracked his knuckles, then wiggled his fingers in anticipation. It was time to see what else the house had in store for him.
The Uber driver pulled away from the curb, leaving Dana on the sidewalk. She walked up the driveway for the first time since she had been killed here over a week ago. She had a Walmart bag in one hand and a suitcase in the other. The garage was still unlocked, and she walked inside.
Alex’s bike sat on the floor, the fender scratched up from Dana’s crash. Busted engine parts were scattered everywhere. Kneeling, she set down the bag and suitcase and picked up a nearby spark plug.
“This isn’t how it was supposed to be,” she told it, then tossed the plug on the floor. She lifted the bike up so that she could engage the kickstand. She opened the Walmart bag and pulled out some rags, scratch remover, and a bottle of polish. It was a cathartic process, pushing the dents out with her bare hands and then trying to buff out the worst of the scratches. Fresh off a morning infusion of Mike’s cum, she could feel the magical energy surging through her limbs. While the effect would decay over time, she had discovered that eating his cum not only made her look and feel alive, it made her stronger as well. Not superhero strong, by any means, but she could lift Naia in her arms with little effort.
A couple of hours passed, and Dana stood back to admire her work. The bike was roughed up in places but still in pretty good shape. Her nostrils flared involuntarily at the scent of sulfur.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Lily asked, the succubus now standing over her.
Dana chuckled. “I didn’t think you would let me get away that easily.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. “I spent the last few days in the Library with Ratu. She thinks she may have found a way to bring me back to life. There are some magical items out there that she can break down, apparently.”
“Don’t feel like guzzling cum for all eternity?” Lily walked around Dana’s garage, her eyes taking in the room. “It’s not all bad, but I’m a bit biased.”
“Maybe if I had been born a different way. Anyway, Ratu gave me a pretty solid lead, but I’ll need a fast ride to get there. I only have about three days before I lose my shit, but I can ride overnight without any issues. Figured I would finish fixing up the bike and go on that.”
“Don’t want to fly?” Lily asked.
“Too dangerous. Even if I’m full, it’s like being in a candy shop, all those people with their scents. I tried to ride a bus a couple days ago and felt like the world was closing in on me. Besides, if we hit a delay or anything, things could go bad.” She chuckled. “That and I don’t have enough money for a plane.”
“Mike does.” Lily inspected the bike, running her hands across the handlebars. “You know he would buy you a plane ticket if you asked.”
“He would. He really is a nice guy.” Dana sighed. “Honestly, though, this is something I want to do for myself. Without his help.”
She walked up the stairs to her room. Under her desk, she found her schoolbag, which she stuffed a few sets of clothes into. Ever since officially withdrawing last night, she wouldn’t need it for school anymore. “I’ve been planning a trip like this for a while now, and what better idea than hunting down some magic items so that Ratu can fix me?”
“So I guess this means goodbye.” Lily now straddled the bike as if getting a feel for it. She looked up expectantly, waiting for a response.
Dana laughed, then slung her backpack over one shoulder. “Not really. I’ll have to come back every few days to feed. Embarrassing, but Ratu figures I would have to blow a dude who isn’t Mike every few hours to stay sane, and nothing is as restorative as Mike’s semen. Something about the magic in his blood. God, what a weird thing to say. Still, I appreciate that he lets me be with Naia after he’s done. I mean, it’s not like it’s a huge sacrifice, but I’m sure he has better things to do than have sex with her on a schedule and then walk away.”
This made Lily laugh, and she got off the bike. “Even if he’s different, he’s still a man. He’s living the dream, I assure you.”
“Yeah, well I’m not. Which is why I’m going. Even if I was fine with sucking dick for all eternity, I don’t want to end up turning to dust someday only to feel the universe dying around me. I need to get fixed.”
“Well, I’m afraid I’m going to throw a wrench in your plans.” Lily shook her hair, and her outfit rippled, turning into a tight pair of leather pants and a white T-shirt with upside-down words that read, If you can read this, I fell off my bitch’s bike. “I’m coming with you.”
“You don’t have to do that.” Dana walked down the stairs. “I would love the company, but I don’t need you to come along.”
“Actually, you do.” Lily held out a piece of paper. “You see, Ratu gave me the same list. There’s no way you’ll be able to find all these things without multiple trips, not unless they’re all in a nice, tidy box waiting for you.”
“I guess I’m not certain how you can help.” Dana set down her backpack.
&n
bsp; “Let me show you.” Lily pulled Dana in, her lips soft and welcoming. Her tongue darted into Dana’s mouth, and Dana’s eyes widened. She broke the kiss, her face frozen in awe.
“You…you taste like he does…”
“Milked him dry just an hour ago. I’ve got a whole batch of baby batter, fresh and hot in here.” She patted her lower belly. “If I come with you, I can act as a surrogate.”
“But how? You can’t have just swallowed it.”
“Please. A succubus can keep a man’s sperm fresh and use it to impregnate a woman months later. I used to do it as a practical joke sometimes, knock up a woman with another man’s kid.”
“That’s…convenient but kind of evil.”
Lily shrugged. “I mean, I’m not claiming to be perfect. Regardless, if I come with you, you can track these things down without being rushed, and I can make return trips to freshen the supply when I start running low.”
“That…would be amazing.” Dana shook her head. “I mean, if you don’t mind.”
“I’ve done a lot of bad things in my life. I’ll admit that I’m proud of some of them. However, the society did this to you, not Mike. I know what it’s like having your life shit on by those guys, and if I can help undo some of the wrong I’ve done by helping you out, then I will.” Lily flipped her hair, then flashed a big smile, striking a dramatic pose. “So when do we leave?”
“Right now. Let’s do this, Tick-Tock.” Dana picked up the suitcase and tossed it. She closed her eyes, and with a loud bang, the recently named mimic became the engine of the motorcycle. It roared to life, and Dana pulled the bag up over her shoulders. She mounted the bike, then looked back when Lily got on, her arms tight against Dana’s stomach.
“Never drive faster than your demons can fly,” Lily said.
“I never do,” Dana replied. “That’s a pretty necklace. Where did you get it?”
“Oh, this?” A grin crossed the demon’s face. “It was a gift from someone special. Maybe I’ll tell you about it someday.”
Dana drove her bike through the gap in the garage door where she had escaped a lifetime ago. This time, it felt like she was running toward something rather than away from it.
She stopped at the end of the driveway and looked back one last time. Tick-Tock rumbled beneath her, and Lily’s arms around her waist gave her comfort. It suddenly occurred to her that, before the clock had arrived, she had already been dead inside. She had been going through the motions but had been too caught up in her own grief to properly live. She had been completely alone.
Now that she was dead, she was riding into the sunset on a sentient shapeshifter with a succubus at her back and on a quest to bring her body back to life.
She revved the engine and smiled when it roared out to her.
“Let’s run some red lights,” Lily said, her voice barely audible over the engine.
Dana left a streak of rubber on the asphalt, the neighborhood blurring around them. Lily cheered, her arms tightening around Dana’s waist as they accelerated. A few shortcuts through town had them on the highway going almost a hundred miles per hour, their destination a small thrift shop in Colorado that had purchased an unopened box from Emily’s storage unit at auction.
The wind whipped through Dana’s ponytail as the magical engine roared between her legs.
She had never felt more alive.
AFTERWORD
This story started out as a dare. Imagine my surprise when so many people liked it that they begged me to continue writing it. And now, somehow, you are reading the sequel!
As always, I need to thank my Patrons. Without their support, a second book would never have happened. I’ve made a page in their honor, go see who the cool kids are at https:// annabellehawthorne.com/hall-of-caretakers/
Aside from my Patrons and other readers, I have a few people I need to thank. Skinnii helped me through some of the more difficult scenes with his advice and wisdom, as well as the occasional inspirational piece of art. Alice (who runs my Discord server) has given me the peace of mind to focus on writing, and is a great person to vent to when things don’t go my way. Last, but not least, T.J. Skywind has been an immense resource in terms of monster lore and editing.
To all of my beta readers over the span of this project, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
A huge special thanks to my editor, Lyss Em. She not only helped me polish and complete this project, but she has been tremendously helpful in making sure I wrote a story that deserved to be told.
Last, I thank you, the reader. I hope you’ve enjoyed this book, and I hope you leave it a rating or a review! Oh, and tell all your friends, especially any famous ones!
“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.” - J. M. Barrie
Though the valley below was lush and green, the top of the mountain was covered in an eternal blanket of snow. A lone figure stood just outside a thicket of conifers, her arms crossed over her chest. She watched the trees for several hours with her one good eye, the wind occasionally ruffling the fur of her tails.
It had been several days since she had sensed the presence of a new Caretaker. In that time, she had cast multiple spells of attraction on the grove, knowing that the new owner of the house would eventually be drawn in to investigate, to open the door that had become her prison.
She licked her lips, which had curled upward into a snarl. It had been many years since she had been exiled from the house, trapped here by that bitch, Emily. Suddenly, she felt a presence, and knew the Caretaker was once again contemplating her prison.
Ice magic swirled around her, forming into large icicles that hovered, waiting to pierce the flesh of the unlucky soul who stepped through. A grin broke across her face at the thought of freedom, and she reached into her robes to pull free a small stack of cards, just in case her ice magic wasn’t enough.
Suddenly, the presence faded. The Caretaker had come so close, but had once again walked away. She scowled in frustration, and the icicles fell out of the air and into the snow with a thud.
No matter. She had endured a small lifetime in this place and was capable of waiting a bit longer. Though she would never have revenge on Emily for what she had done, she would be able to kill the new Caretaker and claim the house for herself.
“Come, Daisy,” she commanded, and a tiny ball of yellow light appeared in a nearby tree and flitted down through the falling snow to land on her shoulder. She turned away from the trees and walked toward the large, winged beast that had brought her here. Once on its shoulders, she commanded it into the sky.
There’s always tomorrow, she thought as they ascended into the clouds.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Annabelle Hawthorne lives in a top secret location somewhere in the Rocky Mountains with her loving family and potentially a dog or two. She loves coffee, horror movies and writing erotica with a monster twist.
Follow her on Twitter! https://twitter.com/authorannabelle
Support her on Patreon! www.Patreon.com/sexyannabelle
Read more about her at https://www.annabellehawthorne.com
Or chat with other readers at https://discord.gg/gWjTY8D
About the Publisher
Wet Leaf Press is a small press dedicated to providing high-quality erotica to discerning readers.
You deserve smart.
You deserve sexy.
You deserve quality erotica.
Don't miss out!
Click the button below and you can sign up to receive emails whenever Annabelle Hawthorne publishes a new book. There's no charge and no obligation.
https://books2read.com/r/B-A-GWAH-BBDIB
Connecting independent readers to independent writers.
Also by Annabelle Hawthorne
Horny Monsters
Radley's Home for Horny Monsters
Radley's Labyrinth for Horny Monsters (Coming Soon)
Watch for more at Annabelle Hawthorne’s site.
Radley's Labyrinth for Horny Monsters Page 42