Radley's Home for Horny Monsters

by Annabelle Hawthorne

  She floated above the seat and rotated until they were facing one another. One cool hand gripped the back of his neck, sending tiny sparks jumping up and down his spine. Cecilia pulled herself in, touching his face with her other hand. She was only an inch away now.

  “Very, very worried.” She gently placed her lips on his.

  He opened his own mouth in surprise and her tongue found his. The tiny shocks were nothing compared to the sensation of his breath being stolen from him, the core of his being rushing outward into her waiting lips. Warning bells went off in the back of his mind, telling him to push her away, run in the house—natural instincts that served to keep a man alive.

  Mike’s hand easily fit just beneath her ear and he ran it along her jaw and neck. He pulled her closer, her weightless body becoming heavier as she settled on top of him. Her legs were spread around his, bent at the knees. He broke the kiss, exhaling a cloud of vapor that could only be found on the coldest of winter evenings. He opened his mouth to speak, but she placed a finger to it.

  “Don’t say anything,” Cecilia said. “Banshees are beings created out of the aether- we have human forms, but not human needs. We don’t eat. We don’t sleep. Other than taking a soul to the afterlife, we only watch. I’ve watched you since you arrived, seen how you treat the others. I can remember the others with the former Caretakers, feeling like an outsider looking in. Not quite welcome, not quite accepted. I watched you the other night, saw those things you did with Naia and the goblin. For the first time in my existence, I find myself wanting those things as well.”

  “But?” Mike asked.

  “I may have the body of a woman, but I do not have the experience of one.” Cecilia’s scent was overwhelming this close up. “And I do not think I could handle the rejection if you discovered I was not worth it. I don’t even know if we could be together as a man and woman should.”

  Mike gazed into the banshee’s blank eyes. The spirit was already accepting failure before it had happened. “When you kissed me, did you like it?”

  “I did,” Cecilia admitted. “It was new. I can’t remember the last time I experienced something new.”

  “Maybe I should worry about you,” Mike told her, running his fingers through her hair. Tiny sparks kissed his flesh from beneath her snow-white strands. “You sit out here on the porch all day, but you came inside to help me with the fire elemental. You don’t sit out here because you have to-you choose to be here. And it sounds like, finally, you want to know if there can be more.” Mike’s hand followed the curve of her neck, sliding down her collarbone to caress her breast through the soft fabric of her blouse. Cecilia let out a tiny gasp, her eyes going wide. “Let’s find out. Together.”

  Cecilia, her lips slightly parted, nodded in agreement.

  Mike kissed her again, running his hands down her back and along the top of her ass. Breaking away from her, he allowed his lips to explore the soft underside of her neck, tiny kisses that elicited gasps as he moved his way down to her collarbone.

  Cecilia’s fingers slid beneath the base of Mike’s shirt, then ran along his stomach. The sparks coming from her fingers tickled him in a couple of places, but he held his laughter in, afraid to break the spell that had been cast. He allowed her to explore, each touch uncertain. She tilted her head to the side, allowing him to kiss her upper chest. Her pale skin glowed, literally, in the darkness.

  Mike worked his way back up her neck and kissed just beneath her ear.

  “I like this,” Cecilia said, pulling Mike’s shirt off. Mike loosened the strings on the back of her bodice, allowing him better access to her breasts. As he pushed his fingers beneath the lace, the fabric shifted oddly around his hands, stray beams of light connecting her clothes to her body.

  “Whoa,” Mike said, sliding her straps down along her shoulders. When he let go, they started to float back to their original position, clinging to her ghost flesh.

  “Don’t mind that,” she said, wrapping her legs around his waist.

  Mike suddenly noticed how heavy she was. With her straps the side, it was easy to push her dress down, freeing her breasts. Her nipples were tiny, spiritual afterthoughts on the part of whatever created banshees. He sucked at them, occasionally nipped, listening to the noises she made, narrowing in on what she liked. It wasn’t something he had ever been super good at, and he could only attribute it to Naia’s magic making him more aware, giving him new confidence. Running his lips across Cecilia’s breasts, she pressed her crotch into his, gentle pushes that quickly became more urgent.

  The roof above them shifted, drawing Mike’s attention to a dark face hanging over the ledge. Abella smirked at the two of them, but kept watching. Mike tried to shoo away the gargoyle with a wave of his hand, but she wasn’t going to budge.

  “More,” Cecilia whispered when Mike grazed a nipple with his teeth. “I want to feel more.”

  Mike removed a hand from her breast, then twisted her body slightly sideways so that he could get access to her thighs. His hands moved up her stockings, finding smooth skin at mid-thigh. Cecilia parted her legs for him, allowing his fingers to roam up and over her skin. The shocking sensation was increased here, sending surges of chilled electricity to his very core. As long as he kept his hands on her flesh, it wasn’t bad, but if he broke contact, the sudden jolt was unsettling.

  “Mike,” Cecilia whispered, kissing her way down his neck. Mike moaned, the sensations of electricity and ice colliding in his pine. His breath was visible now, the temperature of the air rapidly dropping. “I want more.”

  His fingers found the edge of her panties. Like her top, it was difficult to separate banshee from fabric, so he contented himself with running his fingers across the outside, feeling her thick mound through the thin material.

  “Ah!” Cecilia sighed, breaking away from Mike’s neck.

  He made tiny circles over her panties now, a wet spot rapidly forming beneath his touch as he gently moved her folds apart.

  “Ah! Ah!” She wrapped her arms around his neck, grinding her crotch down on his hand.

  Mike grinned, pinching a nipple with his free hand as he shoved her panties aside. Again, they tried to move back to their regular position, but Mike was too determined. He gently pressed against Cecilia’s slit, teasing her opening with wide, lazy circles. The banshee chased his finger, trying to push down on it every chance she got. The tiny shocks now felt like a steady surge of energy, but Mike was too horny to care.

  “It feels like we just might fit together after all,” he whispered in Cecilia’s ear. He looked up to see Abella still watching, a lusty grin on her face. She licked her lips at him, but Mike ignored her. “But only when you’re ready.”

  “Okay,” Cecilia whimpered, her hips swiveling. Mike used his thumb to rub the folds around her clitoris-every time he touched it directly, the sensation caused his hand to flinch away. Cecilia was sitting upright now, eyes closed and mouth open, panting loudly as Mike teased her pussy. Several minutes passed, and Cecilia suddenly clamped her hand down on Mike’s wrist.

  “Hold still, you fucker,” she said, forcing her pussy down onto his finger. He slid up into her, his arm becoming chilled as the heat left it, flowing up into Cecilia’s snatch. She let out a loud groan, startling Mike with her sudden loudness.

  “Won’t the neighbor hear?” he asked, suddenly nervous.

  “You know that won’t be a problem. Now give me another finger.”

  Mike did as she said, relieved when it dampened the sensation. His first finger had gone nearly numb, and the second one’s entrance was restoring heat to it.

  Cecilia let out another loud groan, moving her hips back and forth. “Oh God, I’ve never felt anything like this,” she said, rolling her hips back and forth. “I feel so...so...full.”

  “If you think you feel full now, wait until I get my dick in you.”

  “Oh, fuck!” Cecilia slid backward, hovering away from Mike. She turned around, grasping the railing of the porch in one ha
nd and pulling the back of her skirt up with the other. “I can’t wait any longer! Do it! Fuck me! I want to know how it feels!”

  Mike rose, undoing his pants. His cock sprang free, the cool air crinkling the skin on his balls. He pushed against Cecilia, lifting her skirt up even farther and staring at her small, curvy ass. Her panties were white, just like her dress, and her stockings were held in place by a garter belt. The wet spot on Cecilia’s panties was the size of a silver dollar. He yanked her panties to the side, revealing ivory folds without hair. The sparks between them were visible now, little blue streamers of energy that connected them.

  “Are you ready?” Mike asked, rubbing the head of his cock on her pussy lips. The energy between them made his dick feel like it was vibrating, each spark sending a wave of pleasure to his spine.

  Cecilia responded by shoving backward. Mike’s eyes rolled back as a powerful blast of energy used his dick as a conduit, cold electricity flowing through his legs, up his back, and into his head. He grabbed onto Cecilia’s ass, the surge of electricity causing his whole body to lurch forward, slamming his dick into her once more. Gasping for air, he pulled back out, but the electricity caused him to stiffen up again. Cecilia let out a cry with each deep thrust, not realizing that her energy had trapped Mike in an endless loop.

  “What is this? What is this? What is this feeling?” Cecilia cried, then let forth a stream of words in a language Mike didn’t recognize. She was incoherent now, babbling as he fucked her from behind. The pulses decreased in intensity enough that Mike could move his hands again. He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. He wrapped his arm around Cecilia’s tiny waist and found her clitoris from the front, folding over one of her lips as a buffer to prevent another intense shock. Cecilia’s babbling became moans, moans that built in strength and volume. Up above, Abella’s face was contorted in a silent mask of pleasure, her lips parted as she panted in time with the banshee.

  Cecilia shoved against Mike hard enough that the two of them fell backward onto the porch, narrowly missing the swing. Cecilia’s hands replaced Mike’s on her clit, and she swiveled her hips as she rode him frantically. Mike grabbed her breasts through her dress, squeezing them tightly as he arched his back, pushing himself in deeper.

  Cecilia went silent, her whole body starting to shake. Her hair rose up like crazy snakes, electric streamers arcing away from her skin as she took in a deep breath, the only thing he could hear.

  “Oh shit!” Mike quickly stuck his fingers in his ears as Cecilia came. The noise was a cross between an air-raid siren and a cat in heat. Mike was grateful to be on his back-he felt the world spin beneath him as his equilibrium was destroyed. The house rattled, tremors making the wooden planks beneath him pop out of place. Cecilia let out another shriek as her body shook, her arms going limp at her sides. The lights in the house went out, casting the front porch into darkness. Cecilia’s skin was the only source of light now, and she went silent once more, her hips randomly spasming, sending pleasurable shocks into his cock.

  Mike waited nearly a minute before pulling his fingers out of his ears. Cecilia had gone completely still now, the streamers of light dying down. Mike’s balls ached, his own orgasm chased off by the terrifying screams of the banshee.

  “Cecilia?” Mike asked, touching her arm.

  Cecilia burst into several motes of light and vanished from the porch. The electricity in the house came back on, leaving Mike, largely naked with his dick in his hand, lying on the porch. The wood beneath him was covered in frost.

  “Cecilia!” Mike called, suddenly worried. He stood up, fumbling with his pants. “Cecilia, where are you?”

  The swing behind him rocked gently. She whispered in his ear, barely audible over the slight ringing that now lived there, “That was wonderful. I’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

  “What happened?”

  He heard her chuckle on the wind. “I came so hard that I fell apart. Once I have the strength, I’ll make it up to you.”

  Mike shook his head in disbelief, watching the swing. His dick was rock hard, his balls tingling with the strange energy that Cecilia had been passing through his body.

  “Fuck,” Mike muttered. He needed to come. Right now.

  “Abella?” Mike called, but the gargoyle had disappeared. He yanked the front door open and ran up the stairs to his bedroom. “Tink? Are you here?”

  “She went downstairs to check on the fuse box.” Naia sat on the edge of the tub, a coy look on her face. All of the water from earlier was gone. “Can I help you with something?”

  Mike didn’t say anything-he didn’t need to. Walking toward the tub, he pulled his pants off on the way, nearly tripping.

  Naia helped him in, forcing him to sit on the side. She rubbed the head of his dick with one hand while tugging on his balls with the other. She gave his dick an odd look. “That’s... interesting,”

  “What’s interesting?” Mike asked, frowning. Was everything okay down there?

  “You’ve been exposed to some kind of magic I haven’t seen before. Do you feel okay?”

  “I feel fine. I was fucking Cecilia out front, and all sorts of weird shit happened. Then she vanished before I could finish.”

  “Really?” Naia’s eyes sparkled. “You may be the first man in history to fuck a banshee. Congratulations!”

  “Please, Naia,” Mike begged. “I need to come.”

  “Oh, I knew that the moment you walked in.” Naia flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I wonder what banshee tastes like,” she said, sucking his dick into her mouth.

  “Oh God, Naia!” Mike twisted his hands up in her hair and pulled her against him.

  She worked the base of his cock with one hand, running the other across his naked thigh. Her mouth was hot, the water in the tub restoring warmth to his body that he hadn’t been aware he had lost. Bobbing her head up and down, Naia let out little gasps of pleasure.

  “Oh my!” she said, popping her mouth free. “Oh. Oh!”

  “Please, Naia!” Mike pulled her head back down on his dick by her hair. She worked his shaft frantically now, moaning into his crotch. She paused to swirl the water at her side with a finger, summoning a giant cock made of water. It positioned itself behind her ass, and she sank down onto it with a sigh.

  Mike clutched the side of the tub, the sight of Naia being spit roasted sending him close to the edge.

  Tiny sparks formed all along his skin, crawling down and across Naia. Her eyes grew wide as Mike’s orgasm built, a strangely cold sensation that pulled heat from his limbs. The lights in the room flickered, and water splashed everywhere as Mike clawed frantically at Naia’s scalp. Naia grabbed his ass cheeks, taking him in as deeply as possible.

  “FUCK!” Mike’s balls contracted as he blasted a huge load into Naia’s mouth. When his orgasm subsided, the sparks in the room all leapt onto Naia. She held onto his waist, sucking deeply as another contraction hit him. Naia swallowed frantically as she came, moaning loudly on his dick, semen leaking from her nostrils as he filled her faster than she could swallow. That strange surge of electricity flowed back into Mike through Naia’s mouth, and he came again. Her cheeks bulged as she gave up, openly drooling cum as he creamed her mouth again. The sparks left again, crawling across her skin until she screamed into his dick, the sparks jumping back on Mike.

  This happened for nearly a minute, the strange, magical feedback loop draining Mike of everything he had. Each time the sparks jumped, they diminished, until he unleashed one final, meager blast of cum into Naia’s throat. By now, she had given up trying to contain it all-she had his cum all down her throat and chest. His limp dick sliding free of her mouth, Mike scooted forward to join Naia in the tub.

  “What... what the hell was that?” he asked, catching his breath. Naia gasped for air, semen dripping from her face into the tub. The water cock had vanished, and the tub was full of a mixture of Mike’s cum and Naia’s cream.

  “I don’t know.” Naia stood up in the tub
, her pussy dripping with her own fluids. “But if you figure out how it happened, you let me know. I’ve never come that hard in my life.” She offered a hand to help him stand-his legs had gone numb from orgasming so many times. Finally getting his footing, he stepped out of the tub, stumbled his way to his bed, and collapsed naked on it.

  Staring at the wall, he heard Tink come wandering in the bedroom door.

  The goblin sniffed the air, letting out a huff of disgust. “Tink should have waited,” she muttered, turning off the light and crawling into bed next to him.

  He chuckled, wrapping one arm around her to pull her tight against his chest. She was facing away from him. “Some other time, Tink. Some other time.” Tink gave his arm an affectionate squeeze. “Oh. By the way, I think I broke the porch.”

  Tink let out a groan of disgust and lightly bit his arm. Mike laughed lightly, sleep claiming him moments later.

  Memories of Emily

  Mike was dead.

  Well, not all the way. Opening his eyes to the blinding light coming through the curtains, he realized that the sensation of death was no more than the events of the last two days catching up with him. He groaned, sliding out of bed and sitting on the floor. His legs wobbled beneath him, muscles protesting his attempts to stand. His head pounding, he stumbled into the bathroom and leaned against the bathroom sink.

  “You’re a mess this morning, aren’t you?” Naia’s head and shoulders were visible in the tub, her body magically hidden in three inches of water.

  “Yeah. I feel like I have the flu.” Mike inspected his body in the mirror. The tiny cuts from the Mandragora and wrestling with the elemental were all scabbed over now, but the bruise on his hip had gotten larger, turning an ugly yellow. Some more bruises had appeared along his thighs, and his stomach muscles were sore from last night’s activities. “Can I get some hot water in that thing?”