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

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