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

“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