Radley's Home for Horny Monsters

by Annabelle Hawthorne

  “And?” Naia asked.

  “It’s on the tip of my tongue.” Cecilia shrugged.

  “Wait!” Mike held out his hands. “Jenny died in a fire, but her soul jumped out of her body before it died, right?”

  “Probably,” Cecilia told him. “That’s the assumption.”

  “Which means she always jumps out before death. So we just need Jenny to think that her body is going to die.”

  “And how do we do that?” Abella asked.

  “Strangle her.” Tink’s hands clenched. “Squeeze for almost too long.”

  “No, not that either.” Mike grinned, looking at Naia. “I think I have an idea.”

  La Petite Mort

  “Are we ready?” Mike asked.

  The others nodded, each one at their respective station. Tink had tied Beth to a chair which had been placed in the fountain and stood behind her with a knife at the ready. Abella was out of sight, watching from up above in case anything went wrong. She had explicit instructions to do whatever it took to protect the members of the house. Naia stood behind Beth, her lips a crooked smirk.

  “We are ready,” Cecilia said, standing next to him.

  Mike took a deep breath, then grasped Cecilia’s hand and stepped into the fountain with her. Even though her feet penetrated the water’s surface, no ripples emanated outward.

  “I think you’re crazy,” Naia told him. “And I love you for it.”

  “I just hope this works,” he muttered. He looked over at the doll they had placed on the opposite end of the fountain. Beth had nearly woken up several times, but Naia had kept her in a magical slumber. Simple magic, she had informed him. “Wake her up.”

  Several colorful bubbles floated free of the water’s surface, then circled Beth and popped near her face. She opened pitch-black eyes, scowling menacingly at Mike.

  “Ok, Jenny, this is your last chance.” Mike addressed the spirit in Beth’s body with anger. “You can leave her body now, or we will make you leave.”

  “You can’t touch me,” Beth hissed, the water at her feet spraying upward. “No refunds, no take backs, no cuts, no buts, no alligator guts. This is a good body, and I want to keep it forever and ever and ever. And I know you aren’t going to hurt it, so there’s nothing you can do about it!”

  “I think you underestimate not only me, but the women here to help. Beth is a good person, but if I have to make a choice between letting you cause trouble or killing her...” Mike shook his head. “I don’t pretend to fully understand where you are coming from, but I’ll be damned if I let you bring more trouble to this home.” He looked at Cecilia, who was staring daggers at Beth. “Let’s do this.”

  Cecilia leaned in toward Mike, her skirt flaring outward as she placed her lips against his. They were soft and cool, and already he felt the static building between them, little sparks dancing between their lips. She pressed herself against him and kissed his neck. “Do you honestly think this will work?” she whispered, her cold breath raising the hairs on his neck.

  “You’re the one who said that her senses are extra sensitive right now,” he whispered back, watching Beth. She was pretending to ignore them, but that was where Naia came in. The nymph was kneeling behind the chair, stroking the surface of the water, sending glimmering bubbles into the air, bubbles that popped with the scent of lilac and raspberries. “Are you ready?”

  Cecilia responded by playfully biting his ear.

  Planting light kisses on her throat, he shifted the strap of her dress to one side, exposing her shoulder. Her clothing fought to return to its proper position, but Mike pulled even harder, exposing her entire shoulder and the curve of her breast. The seduction magic wasn’t just affecting Beth-every whiff of raspberry and lilac sent a direct message to his groin, the pressure already building inside of him. Cecilia was immune to the effects of the spell, but not so to the light pressure of Mike’s lips on her skin. The banshee sighed, her hair billowing around her. The water around her ankles froze into icy discs, so Naia raised the temperature of the fountain, and steam rose around Mike and Cecilia.

  “Let’s take our time,” Cecilia suggested, leaning back to give Mike better access to her chest.

  Mike nodded his agreement, lifting her up to kiss the top of her breasts. Using his free hand to fight the clingy fabric, he pulled her dress down farther and farther until her breasts were close to fully exposed. The more he revealed, the harder it became to separate banshee from cloth, and though he could feel her hard nipples through the fabric of her dress, he was unable to reveal them. Slightly frustrated, he contented himself with kissing as much of her cool flesh as he could, his dick growing harder with each of Cecilia’s soft moans of delight.

  Even though her head was turned away, Beth’s dark eyes kept flicking back to Mike and Cecilia, unable to resist watching. Her breathing was deeper now, her cheeks slightly flushed.

  Tink had moved outside the fountain, watching Mike with interest, but always kept a wary eye on their captive. The whole fountain was steaming now, swirling vapor circling Beth’s upper legs.

  Cecilia slid her hands beneath Mike’s shirt, revealing the thin, patchwork lines of his scar tissue. He ran his fingers through her hair, pulling her mouth to his once more. Her cool fingers toyed playfully with his nipples, sending shocks through his body, straight to his groin. Mike moaned softly into Cecilia’s mouth, marveling at how her tongue caused his to tingle, like licking a 9-volt battery.

  “What are you two doing?” Beth demanded, squeezing her thighs together. Water vapor clung to her skin, cool droplets that slid beneath the fabric of her dress, glowing with Naia’s magic. “What are you...ngh!” Beth’s cheeks flushed, her breath becoming ragged. “Oh, shit...” Her voice was a hiss, the sudden stimulation apparently derailing her train of thought.

  Cecilia pulled her mouth away from Mike’s. “I wonder how many years we will get to spend together. How many nights we will sit on my porch, how many nights we will count the stars.” Her hand slid down his stomach, her ethereal skin passing through the fabric of his pants. Cool, electric fingers wrapped around his cock, and a thumb teased his frenulum. “I wonder how many ways we can fit together.”

  “I...guess there’s...only one way...holy shit!” The magic surged through his legs, feeding sensual energy to his core, and the sparks inside his body wrapped around it. His cock was leaking large amounts of pre-cum, the wet spot on the front of his pants growing bigger. Between Cecilia’s touch and Naia’s magic, his shaft was so hard that it was starting to hurt, pressing against the fabric with tremendous pressure. “Please... take it... out...”

  “That I can do for you, my stōr.” Cecilia undid the button on his pants, then tugged them down while her body floated up. “For you, I think I can do anything.” Cecilia licked her lips and floated forward so that the head of Mike’s cock parted them, pushing its way toward the back of her throat. The icy-cold sensation of her mouth caused Mike’s hips to buck, and he felt his balls tighten, his dick ready to fill Cecilia’s mouth until it overflowed.

  “Not yet, lover.” Naia’s quiet voice came from a bubble near his ear. Tendrils of water wrapped up his legs and squeezed his balls. Her magic relaxed his body, sending his orgasm away. “Save it for the main event.”

  “Fuck,” Mike whispered, watching the banshee pump his cock with one hand. Tiny bubbles burst next to Cecilia, and Mike could just barely hear Naia’s whispering voice from each one, encouraging Cecilia and directing her movements. Cecilia’s grip on his cock changed; what had started as frantic pumping was now more relaxed and gentle. Water tendrils pulled Mike’s pants down even farther, and Cecilia used her free hand to massage his swollen balls. The pressure inside him was unbelievable, but the magical block remained in place. Mike threw a frustrated look at Naia, but he only had himself to blame—after all, the whole thing had been his idea. Groaning in sweet agony, Mike placed gentle fingers on the back of Cecilia’s head and pushed himself ever deeper down her throat.


  Beth was openly panting now, her dark eyes staring at Mike’s cock as it disappeared and reappeared from Cecilia’s mouth. Tied to the chair, she clenched her fingers, driving nails into the wood. She was rubbing her legs together even harder, but Naia’s magic was delaying the inevitable for Beth, too.

  Naia stood behind Beth, lightly stroking her breasts, caressing the soft skin of her cheek. Shifting her weight, Beth spread her legs to press her ass into the chair, grunting in frustration. Cecilia continued sucking Mike’s cock while Beth rocked in her chair, eager for stimulation of any sort.

  Mike grinned, the look of desperation on Beth’s face giving him hope. He curled his fingers in Cecilia’s hair, allowing the electricity to build between them. She licked the head of his cock and actual sparks jumped from her tongue to the delicate skin of his dick.

  “I can’t wait any longer,” Cecilia told him, the slight lilt of her voice making his cock twitch. Her floating body flipped over in mid-air, her skirt billowing as she twisted to face away from Mike.

  Mike grabbed her by the waist, pulling her close against his body. Even though he felt a desperate need to bury himself inside of her, they still had a show to put on. After fighting the ethereal lace of her outfit, Mike ran his fingers up the cool skin of her legs, then pulled her crotch toward his face.

  Half of it was lust, the other half curiosity, but a single sentence had been reverberating in his head since last night. “I wonder what banshee tastes like.”

  Her skin practically glowed at the touch of his light kisses on her inner thighs. He pulled aside her panties and marveled at the odd hue of her pussy, the fact that it didn’t change color as he spread her open to look inside. Her inner folds had no definition–they were perfectly smooth on the inside, like she had just been built. Taking in the ghostly scent of rain and ionized air, he buried his tongue inside of her wet snatch, his entire body going rigid at the sudden connection between them. His fingers trembled as her magic permeated his body, sparks jumping back and forth between them.

  Hanging upside down, Cecilia took his dick in her mouth again, completing the circuit.

  “Mmph!” Mike mumbled, his mouth full of banshee cunt. Cecilia’s cool flesh pressed against him, and he fought to keep his mouth on her folds, pleasure making his entire body go rigid. Her clothing attempted to shove him away, but Mike pushed forward, running his tongue around her outer folds, then slipping it inside and back out again. He could taste nothing but the pure electricity of her being. He slid his hands beneath her panties to squeeze her ass cheeks and pulled her tighter against him.

  Cecilia was doing the same, taking him in deep, apparently lacking any sort of gag reflex as she swallowed his cock. Her throat became extremely narrow, causing Mike to break the connection and look down at her. Mike’s dick was buried in her mouth, the head visible as a large bulge in her throat.

  His mind suddenly going blank, technique went out the window as Mike sucked on Cecilia’s clit, eliciting loud, throaty moans from her. His dick vibrated like a tuning fork in her mouth, that familiar pressure building once more while her tongue fought to hold him still.

  The tendrils of water squeezed all along his legs, slowing his building orgasm. Mike held back, desperately sucking on Cecilia’s pussy, delighting in the vibrato of her moans along the length of his shaft, before they finally broke apart. His cock was leaking heavily, unable to contain the cum that had built up within. He lay down in the fountain, and as he did so, the water beneath him vanished. Cecilia knelt above him, gathering her skirt tightly in her hands. Mike shoved her panties aside as she lowered herself, and watched his cock pierce her icy pussy.

  “Fuck!” Mike hollered, his whole body shaking.

  Cecilia rode him hard, her entire body aglow in foot-long sparks that zapped the ground around them. She grabbed her own breasts, her hips bucking back and forth. A fog blew in around the fountain, and the temperature dropped dramatically. Mike could feel the orgasm building inside of her, and was desperate for a release of his own that he knew wouldn’t come.

  “Ah...ah...AH...AH!!!” Cecilia gasped, then took in a deep breath, her chest expanding enough that her breasts strained the fabric of her dress.

  Everyone plugged their ears except Naia, who used her hands to cover Beth’s ears. Abella flew up into the sky and vanished over the roof.

  Cecilia screamed, and the whole world shook from the blast. The windows overlooking the garden spiderwebbed, and the water in the fountain blew away from her. The temperature dropped further, and the fog swirled around them in a vortex. Cecilia slammed her pelvis into Mike, coming one last time with a spray of ectoplasm before bursting into tiny motes of light that scattered into the fog like fireflies.

  The world became eerily silent, other than a slight ringing in Mike’s ears.

  Abella returned, her hands still cupped around her ears. Seeing that Cecilia was gone, she uncovered them. Tink had already shaken off the scream and had her dagger at the ready. Naia moved back from Beth, stepping to the side to admire her handiwork.

  Beth stared at Mike’s upright, twitching cock, her mouth slack, a tiny bit of drool in the corner of her lips. She was shifting her weight back and forth, grinding her ass into the wood of the chair, clearly at her wits’ end. Naia leaned forward, reaching from behind to grab her breasts.

  “Ah!” Beth moaned, pushing her breasts hard into Naia’s hands. Naia squeezed them gently, then kneaded them with her slender fingers. Water trails crawled up Beth’s legs, and she let out several gasps. Whatever Naia was doing was highly effective.

  Tink crept up behind the chair, then used the dagger to quietly cut the bonds holding Beth in place. Mike stood, the water splashing back in around him, his whole body one sexual, electrical charge. When the last bond was cut, Tink ran out of the fountain. Naia released Beth, then disappeared into the water.

  “I hope this works, I hope this works...” Mike muttered.

  Beth rose, hungry eyes fixated on his cock. Part one of his plan had been an obvious success-Cecilia had said that all of Jenny’s senses would be hyper sensitive, the result of being without a body for so long. Between the magic and the water trails, Beth’s body was overstimulated, and Jenny had no idea how to cope with it. Even knowing that Naia was stirring things up with her magic, it was everything Mike could do to wait for Beth to come to him. He was all charged up on banshee power, ready to unleash it at a moment’s notice.

  Beth stumbled forward, hands outstretched. Confusion, lust, and abandon were written on her face as she walked, hiking her skirt up around her waist. Staring at those long legs, at how toned those forbidden thighs were, Mike knew he wasn’t going to last long.

  “I...I...” Beth’s voice was more prevalent now, Jenny’s hold on her body already weak. Her hands closed on Mike’s dick and gripped it tight. Mike pulled her close and buried his face in her neck before dragging his tongue up her skin, relishing at the tiny sparks that jumped between them. Beth let out a shriek of delight, gasping when Mike’s hand found her pussy and rubbed her gently through the soft fabric of her underwear.

  “Oh! Oh yes, please!” She ground against him, nearly knocking him over.

  Mike spun her around and forced her onto her hands and knees, kneeling behind her. Pushing her skirt up, he grabbed tightly to her hips as his cock rested on the top of her ass. Using one hand, he tore her underwear off then tossed the soaked garment to the side. Placing his dick at the entrance of her pussy, he briefly wondered what Beth would think if she knew this was happening.

  Right now, however, he was too horny to care. He pushed forward. Beth’s folds parted remarkably easily, allowing him to slide into the warmth of a human woman for the first time in years. Her cunt was hot, and gripped him with tenacity as Beth cried out, then moaned unintelligibly as Mike drove into her. He could already feel the charge starting to build, Cecilia’s sexual energy seeking a release. Beth’s arms shook, her first orgasm rolling through her lower back and hips. It wasn’t her climax t
hat mattered, not yet anyway. Water coiled tightly against his balls, the pressure from within almost unbearable.

  From his current position, it was everything Mike could do just to hold on to the bucking woman in front of him. Luckily, Naia was there to help. After magically appearing from the water, she ran her hands lovingly up Beth’s thighs, then gently stroked the delicate skin around her clitoris. Beth gasped again, a second orgasm rolling through her.

  “I think it’s about showtime,” Naia informed him, sticking out her tongue and licking the cream off of the part of Mike’s dick that wasn’t buried in Beth. “Ooh, this one is yummy!” Gently stroking Mike’s balls, Naia retracted her magical blockage and latched her mouth above Beth’s soaking wet labia.

  “Oh shit.” Mike felt like a thunderstorm had formed in his gut. The hair on his body stood up, the water in the fountain moving away from him as sparks formed on the tip of his cock. They danced along Beth’s back like little electrical tornados, and the whole world swam in and out of focus as Mike’s orgasm built. “Oh shit. Oh shit!” His balls pulled up into his pelvis, an eerie blue aura covering his skin as he erupted inside of Beth.

  “Oh...oh..OH!!!” Beth let out a howl as the electrical wave washed over her, circling her skin with nowhere left to go. She howled meaningless words and rose up on her knees. Mike pulled her backward, still driving into her from behind as Naia rolled over, getting a better angle on her slit with her tongue. Beth came hard enough that she screamed until her voice became hoarse, sending the energy back into Mike.

  “FUCK!” Mike, his dick instantly hard again, blew a second load into Beth. Beth screamed, spraying Naia’s face with cum of her own, and the energy jumping back into Mike. Mike clawed at Beth’s breasts, shoving himself forward, his thighs covered in both of their fluids. Naia pushed back on Beth, helping Mike to stay buried deep inside her as he came a third time. When the energy jumped, Beth let out one long, final scream, and a misty light fled from her body, jumped across the fountain and into the Jenny doll. A softer, gentler light left the doll and entered Beth’s body. Her dark eyes faded back to normal.