Radley's Home for Horny Monsters, Annabelle Hawthorne [howl and other poems TXT] 📗

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