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

He swirled the water. He could have sworn he had come. A dream couldn’t fake that sensation... could it? He gave his dick a light stroke, and sure enough, it rose to the occasion.

“Just a dream,” he muttered, crawling back into the bath. It was still plenty warm, and there was no way he could get so hard again after coming twice. May as well take advantage, he figured, sitting down in the tub. He gave himself a few light strokes, pulling on the base of his balls, picturing the girl from his dreams.

The water rippled with his movements, and suddenly she was there, as if stepping through a mirror. Mouth agape, he stared as she stood up before him, the water dripping down from her full breasts. Her hair was a deep blue, far richer than the color it had been before. Thin horizontal lines that looked like tattoos were etched down her ribs, and the lips of her vagina were thick and long, dribbling a fluid of their own.

“Again?” she asked, kneeling in the water. “Let me help you.” She licked her lips, taking hold of his dick at the base.

“Who the fuck are you?” Mike cried, pulling away. She stared at him patiently as he tried to climb out of the bath. Tendrils of water circled his legs, pulling him back in so that the two of them were face to face.

“My name is Naia,” she cooed, touching his lips with her finger. “And you just saved my life.”

A Swing and a Miss

“Whoa!” Mike splashed water everywhere in his haste to get out of the tub. This time, Naia didn’t fight him as he scrambled out into the bathroom, covering up with a towel. She pouted as he slid across the floor, looking for his pants while keeping an eye on her. Seeing that she hadn’t moved from her spot in the tub, Mike’s heart rate leveled out, the burst of adrenaline gone.

“Who...what are you?” he asked, trying to keep his eyes off of her breasts. Other than the strange markings on her ribs, her skin was flawless. He felt the fabric of his pants against his toes, and he knelt to gran them.

“I am Naia.” She smirked. “Though I suspect we are past names at this point, Mike. I am full of your cum, after all.”

“So it wasn’t a dream.” Mike slid his pants on, the fabric catching on his wet skin. “That still doesn’t tell me anything else. For instance, how you got here.” He had been alone in the tub, and she had appeared from beneath the water.

“I’ve been here for quite some time.” She swished the water with her hand. “If you don’t mind,” she waved her hand and the spigot came on.. It filled even faster this time, until another wave of her hand turned it off. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a hot soak.”

“What do you mean, quite some time?” Mike crossed his arms. “You’re lucky I don’t just call the cops.”

“You won’t do that.” She pulled a handful of water over her breasts and let it run free. “We are linked now. You are struggling with what you saw, but accept that it happened and want to know more. You are also afraid that you are suffering a psychotic break which will only be confirmed when the cops arrive and find nothing but a tub full of water.”

Mike stared at her, mouth open. “You can read my mind?”

Naia laughed, a beautiful sound that echoed off the tiles. “Not quite. Just general stuff. I would far rather have this conversation here in the water, by the way.”

“You practically raped me,” Mike told her. “If I get back in there, I assume you are going to try again.”

“I hardly raped you.” Naia narrowed her eyes, an intense frown crossing her face. “You were the one jacking off in my tub. I did what I did out of self-preservation, by the way, and I happen to know that you enjoyed it.”

Mike sighed. Being angry was getting him nowhere, and he had to admit that she had a point. “Okay, give me a second to calm down. If you can read my mind, you should know that this is a little much for me right now.” He walked toward the tub, staring warily at its edge. “If I sit, do you promise not to pull me in or anything?”

“Yes.” She moved away from the edge, allowing him a better look at her body through the water. God, she was gorgeous.

“Let’s back things up a bit. Fill in the gaps for me. Let’s start with who and what you are.”

“I’m Naia.” She ran her hands across her body. “This is what I am. I am a nymph.”

“A nymph?” The gears in his brain spun. He had only heard the word used in nymphomaniac. “Can you elaborate?”

“I am a water spirit.” She stirred the water with one finger, summoning a floating sphere. “My spring was dammed up a century ago. Luckily, the water was diverted through the fountain in the yard, and eventually pipes were installed to allow spring water to come up through the pipes to this tub so that I could come inside.”

“For what purpose?”

“I think you know.” Naia winked at him. “Nymphs are sexual by nature. The person who built this house did it to protect me, and he and I had quite the life here. It was too cold in the winter to fuck outside, so this was a pretty good compromise.”

“What do you need protecting from?”

“My spring was going to be destroyed. If it ever stops flowing, either it forms somewhere else or I die. Which I was quite close to doing, I might add.”

“Really?”

Naia nodded. “When your Great Aunt Emily died, the house went unused for a really long time. The fountain became clogged, and the fixtures in the house never flowed. There’s a slight trickle in the fountain, but minerals are backing