Radley's Home for Horny Monsters

by Annabelle Hawthorne

  “So a magic boner and a Spidey-sense. Fucking fantastic,” Mike muttered.

  “Well, and a permanent psychic link to me.” Naia pouted. “You’re being rude.”

  “I’m sorry, Naia, this is just a lot to take in.” He was staring at her breasts, the way they pushed together, her tiny nipples rigid just above the water’s surface.

  “Get in the bath with me,” she purred. “I can help you relax.”

  “You still haven’t told me what you get from the link.”

  “Your protection.” She leaned back, her breasts bobbing on the surface. “This home needs a caretaker, a human who won’t expose our secret to the world, one who will care for us until his dying day. When I read your spirit, I knew that you could be the one who will protect us.”

  “Us?” He peeked out into the bedroom. “There are other nymphs in the house?”

  Naia shook her head. “I’m referring to the house itself. Emily was the last guardian of this place, and it holds many secrets. If this house should fall into the wrong hands...” Naia shivered. “I’m afraid I can’t be of much help in discovering them, as I am unable to leave this room. That, and I can’t actually tell you.”

  “Why not?”

  “It’s the house.” She frowned. “Powerful magic, a geas. When Emily died, the house’s protective magic kicked in. It’s like being unable to remember someone’s name, even though you are looking right at them. There is something important that I want to tell you, but it floats away from me when I try to focus on it. I’m afraid it will be that way until you can figure out for yourself the real purpose of this house.”

  “Secrets, huh?” Mike thought back to his college days, low-key hacking into servers just to see what was there. “Sounds like a challenge.”

  “I wish I could help, I really do.” Naia frowned. “I have huge gaps in my memory, but the main thing I remember is Emily.”

  “You knew my great aunt well?”

  “She was a good friend. I know you picture her in your mind as some old woman traipsing through the house, but she never looked a day over twenty-seven. Not until the day she died, anyway. The magic preserves beauty, but doesn’t prolong life itself.”

  “Interesting.” Mike stroked his chin. “So, I’m going to be young forever. Well, until I die, anyway.”

  “On the outside.” Naia smiled. “And I think I can make your stay worth it.”

  “I’m going to be honest—I’m not really good with women.” Mike looked at her naked body, his cock twitching once more. His body and brain were disconnected, his body suddenly ready but his mind hesitant. His mother’s voice was distant, but it was still there.

  “I saw that.” Naia trailed a finger down between her breasts. “A lot of pain in your past, something holding you back. You’ll find that our new bond will alleviate that somewhat.”

  “What, are you my therapist now?”

  “Even better.” Mike hadn’t realized how close he had come to the water. Naia slid her finger into the waistband of his pants, pulling him even closer. “My magic has created a special bond between us, one that enhances trust, allowing you to momentarily forget.” Tugging the band of his pants down, she freed his cock, which pointed directly at her mouth. “I can teach you to overcome your pain, if you will let me.” She stroked his cock lovingly, her fingers magically warm and wet. She gazed up into his eyes, adoration on her face. “Please let me do this, Mike. Please.”

  “I...” Mike gazed at the woman in his tub, the one who radiated warmth and safety. For the first time he could remember, he had become lost in the moment, the slight heat of her breath teasing the head of his swollen dick. Gone were any thoughts of his childhood, the house, or what had happened earlier. Her eyes were shimmering pools, glowing with an inner light of their own.

  “C’mon, Mike. Let’s do it right this time.” She continued stroking. “With your permission.”

  Mike breathed hard, his fingers stroking lightly at her hair. She broke eye contact, staring hungrily at his cock. She was panting now, and his cock tingled with every stroke.

  “Please,” Mike begged. “Please.” He couldn’t put the feeling into words, but he needed her.

  She leaned forward, sucking him in gently, her teeth just barely sliding across his foreskin. He shivered as she took him all the way to the root, one hand stroking his balls while the other slid around his hip. She sucked on him for several seconds, and he moaned softly, unsure what to do. She broke away, a trail of spit connecting her mouth to his dick.

  “Get in,” she said huskily, as she pulled down his pants. He helped, pushing them to the floor as she caressed his balls, rolling them gently between her fingers. He stepped into the bath, and her mouth found his dick again. She grabbed him by the hips, moaning quietly as he thrust into her mouth. Already, his body felt light, his muscles relaxing as the magic took hold of him. He popped free from her full lips, and she reached up for him as he knelt down, their lips finding each other. He ran fingers through her blue hair, then traced the line of her jaw. She clutched his shoulders, breaking free of his kiss to suck at his collarbone.

  “Everything feels like electricity,” he told her, meaning every word. His skin was practically tingling, her touch igniting tiny sparks between them in the warm of the bath.

  “Part of that is my magic,” she whispered in his ear, her breath hot. “The rest of it is me.”

  He moved his hand down her belly, parting the thick folds of her pussy. She was impossibly tight. He worked her cunt this way for a few minutes, rubbing at her swollen lips with his fingers. He moved them farther back, teasing her wet opening with his middle finger while his thumb circled her clit. After a minute of this, he realized that something felt odd. Pushing back from her, he stared down.

  In between her labia was a shiny sphere. “Is that a piercing?”

  “That’s my clit,” she giggled. She stood, then sat on the edge of the tub and spread her legs. When she pulled back her folds, he saw that her clit strongly resembled a pink pearl. He ran his finger across the top of it, causing her to gasp. It was smooth, yet hard.

  “Is it always like this?”

  “Only when I’m this turned on.” She said, smiling. “It’s called a Nymph’s Pearl.”

  “God damn.” He moved closer, taking in her scent. The aroma made his head swim. “May I?”

  “You’re such a gentleman.” Grabbing the back of his head, she pulled him in.

  He opened his mouth and gently sucked in her Nymph’s Pearl, moving it with his tongue as he slid two fingers in her pussy. Naia gasped, digging her fingers into the back of his head as he rolled her Pearl around in circles. Moaning, she wrapped her legs around his head, squeezing him tight.

  From his position between her legs, her scream of delight sounded like distant thunder. He switched from two fingers to three, her eager pussy gobbling up the extra digit with no effort. He pulled his fingers free, lapping at her inner folds, marveling at the salty-sweet taste of a nymph’s vagina. Hands clutched at his neck, and her legs trembled uncontrollably as he drove her to the edge.

  Sucking the Pearl back into his mouth, he slid his fingers inside her, curling them upward.

  She screamed again, soaking his face with her cum. Three rapid bursts of fluid coated him completely. Startled, he pulled away, wiping his eyes clear. It had the same taste that she did, with just a hint of spice. Naia, leaned back against the edge of the tub, gasping for air, her body suddenly limp.

  “I’ve... I’ve never seen that before,” Mike told her. His cock was absolutely throbbing.

  Naia’s eyes glowed from within, and the water in the bath suddenly became steam. Rolling over, she lifted her ass into the air and clutched the rim of the tub.

  “Fuck me, Mike,” she hissed, the water’s surface becoming choppy. He wrapped his hands around her hips, staring down at the juicy curves of her ass. Oddly, her prominent pussy was missing its neighbor, the long curve of her labia stretching farther back to where her
asshole should have been.

  Sensing his pause, Naia looked over her shoulder. “Nymphs don’t need assholes. Now hurry up and fuck what’s in front of—Oh God!”

  Mike, wasting no time, shoved himself inside her awaiting hole. Her body lurched forward as he pounded her from behind, giving no thought to her pleasure at all. Somehow, this didn’t seem to matter to Naia. She panted like a dog, her raspy breath echoing off the tiles of the bathroom.

  “Holy shit,” Mike shouted, desperately shoving his dick inside. His newfound sensitivity was driving him wild, and he clawed at Naia’s ass cheeks, his excitement building. The water around them bubbled with energy, tiny water spheres taking flight and hovering in the air.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!” When Mike came, his vision went black around the edges. The world shrank to an infinitesimally small point , his back arching while he filled Naia with hot sperm. She let out her own shriek, pushing into him as her back spasmed, water-like ripples traveling down her spine and legs, then spreading out into the water.

  “Oh, Mike,” Naia moaned, going limp beneath his hands. She sank into the water, and Mike joined her, the two of them easily floating side by side.

  “Naia.” Mike was officially spent. He ran his fingers through her hair, sighing to himself as her fingers traced circles on his chest. “That was absolutely magical.”

  “I’m glad you liked it.” Naia kissed him on the neck. “Consider it a down payment.”

  “For what?”

  “For taking care of me. This place.” Naia’s face was suddenly serious. “If you choose to stay, you will find out that there’s a lot more to do than just live out our days fucking. There are some really bad people out there, people willing to do anything to get their hands on this place.”

  “Because of you?”

  “The man who built this house didn’t just do it for me. He was a collector of magical items. These objects have tremendous power, and he hid them well. My job is to guard the house—because of the spring, I can never leave, so I was the best choice to be its guardian. Every time the house is passed to a new caretaker, I either make the pact like I have with you, or the new owner suffers an accident. Also...” Her face went blank for a second. “Damn. It’s that thing I want to tell you again. I just can’t remember, it’s so frustrating. Anyway, I can’t leave this room—or the fountain once it’s repaired, for that matter.” Naia stroked Mike’s stomach lovingly. “Please fix my fountain. I miss being outside.”

  Mike stared at the canned lights in the ceiling. Magical artifacts? This night had taken a strange, impossible turn. “It shouldn’t be too hard to figure out where these magic artifacts are kept. The house is big, but it’s not that big.”

  Naia smirked, kissing Mike on the lips. “You keep telling yourself that.” Yawning, Naia stretched. “I’m exhausted. Once you get some of that muck pulled from the fountain, you and I can stay up all night next time.”

  “Consider it done.” He stayed with her for a while, but the water grew cold. Bidding her a good night, he watched as she vanished beneath the water’s surface, the cool liquid flowing down the bath drain.

  After drying himself off, he stretched out on the giant bed. Within moments, he was asleep.

  THE BED WAS PROBABLY a hundred years old. God alone knew how old the mattress was. Somehow, Mike awoke from easily the best night’s sleep in years. He was in the same position as when he fell asleep. Yawning, he stepped onto the hardwood floor. His left ankle popped. Rubbing the back of his head, he strolled naked to the toilet to pee. Once done, he flushed the toilet, then stepped out into the main bathroom. The tub was still there, glistening in the light of the morning sun.

  “Naia?” His voice quivered slightly. The events of last night were fresh in his mind, and he wondered how much he would crack if he discovered that it had all been a dream.

  “I’m still here.” Her voice echoed from inside the tub. “I’m always here. Now go get some work done. You and I can play later.”

  Mike laughed in relief. Washing his hands, he put on yesterday’s pants and a clean shirt, then left the room behind.

  Breakfast was some of last night’s pizza, quickly reheated, and some soda. Mike quickly threw together a grocery list that would keep him fed for the week. He stepped out the back door, staring at the poorly-kept yard. The house itself was built near the top of the hill, and the back yard’s high stone walls ensured privacy. A wrought iron gate led out into the woods behind the home, but someone had strung a chain across the bars, a giant padlock holding it in place.

  The fountain was in sad shape. Its giant basin was full of silt and dead leaves, with not a drop of water to be seen. Mike sat on the side of the fountain, looking at his laptop. A quick Google search yielded several ways he could begin to restore it, but he was either going to have to look for tools or buy them.

  “Fuck it,” he muttered, adding the tools to his digital shopping cart. He didn’t feel like spending hours looking through the house trying to find what he needed, and the local home improvement store had a service counter pickup option, which would get him home and back that much faster. Closing his computer, he stood up to go back inside.

  “Jesus fuck!” He nearly dropped his laptop. A stone figure tucked away in an alcove by the back door had startled him. Moving in for a closer look, he saw that it appeared to be a statue of a woman, but other than an ample bust, few details could actually be seen. She was covered in creeper vines, and Mike tried to push them aside for a closer look. Failing, he made a mental note to pick up some garden shears. Kneeling down by her feet, he expected to see a plaque on the pedestal she stood on, but it was blank.

  “Damn near gave me a heart attack,” he muttered, standing up and walking in through the back door. He set his laptop on the kitchen table, listening to the sounds of the house around him. Nothing but silence. The others were still in hiding, but where would he find them?

  His rental car, a green Kia, was still on the curb where he had left it. Leaves had tumbled down from the trees along the street, creating a blanket across the hood. When he opened the door, several of them drifted in, landing softly on the driver’s seat. Sweeping them out, he got in and started the car. When he pulled away, the leaves spun in circles behind him, creating little green tornados in his rear view mirror.

  Pickup at Mel’s, the home improvement store, was super quick. Mike grabbed an extra pair of work gloves and some garden shears on the way out.

  At the grocery store, he picked up some basics, including coffee and a new coffee maker. He had seen one in the kitchen, but didn’t trust it to actually work.

  He arrived back at the house, gathering up all of his bags in an attempt to make only one trip. Walking precariously between the stone lions, he made it to the front door and set the bags down to get his key out of his pocket. Holding the key to the lock, he slid it in and the hairs on his neck stood on end. He looked around, wondering if he was being watched. Turning the key, the deadbolt clicked open. He quickly pocketed the key, then knelt down to grab his bags.

  The porch swing creaked. Mike watched it, the gears of his mind turning. He thought he had disconnected the swing last night. Yet there it was, swaying in a non-existent breeze. He walked over, then unhooked the swing and lowered it to the porch.

  Shaking his head, he picked up his bags then walked inside, putting the swing from his mind. He stacked his groceries up on the counter and tossed the bag of supplies on the kitchen table. Stocking the fridge first, he then organized the tools from the store. A few scrub brushes, a trowel, and a drain snake were tossed into the bucket he had purchased, as well as a screwdriver.

  A knock at the door was followed by the sound of the bell. Mike walked back down the long hall. A shadowy figure was visible through the frosted glass of the front door. He opened up to reveal Beth, his great aunt’s estate representative, standing on the other side. She was holding a stack of files, but that wasn’t what Mike noticed first. Her dark hair was in a bun aga
in, and she wore a bright red blouse, the top buttons straining to hold it shut, with a knee length white skirt.

  “Mr. Radley,” she greeted him, a warm smile on her face. “I thought I would drop by and bring you some paperwork. There are several things the firm needs you to look over before we can finalize a transfer of assets. May I come in?”

  “Um, yeah. Certainly.” He stepped back, and she moved past him, the smell of soap and lavender following her in. He shuddered internally, this human woman somehow ten times more daunting than the mystical creature upstairs. “Here, this way.” He led her to the kitchen, where she set down the pile of documents.

  “It looks like you’re getting ready to tackle a project,” Beth said, picking up the trowel. “Hopefully nothing the Historical Society would disapprove of.”

  “Just cleaning some gunk out of the fountain,” he told her. “Hoping to see it running soon.”

  “Those don’t sound like the words of a man who is still debating keeping the place.”

  “You’re correct. I’ve decided to stay.”

  “In that case...” Beth slid one of the folders out and checked its contents. “This was an offer from that group of women I told you about. They call the firm almost every day, they’re absolutely in love with this place. I kind of look forward to telling them you saw their offer and still said no.”

  “I hate to disappoint them, but the place is growing on me already.” Mike smiled, thinking of Naia. “Not sure why, but I feel like this is where I’m meant to be.”