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

Lily laughed. “Yeah, well the first man who tried to draw a succubus couldn’t picture it right either.” Her tail curled up against her waist and she grabbed the head of it. On closer inspection, Mike realized how phallic it suddenly seemed. “One strike, and your whole body goes completely numb, and you are unable to move. The second strike makes you hard as a rock. I get you off in your sleep, and take just enough of your soul that nobody ever notices.”

“How does nobody notice a piece of their soul missing?” Mike asked.

“Simple. It’s that little part of you that remembers your childhood, or maybe that piece of you that cracked when your best friend drank his life away and put a shotgun in his mouth. Your soul is kind of like a spiritual memory-I can take away a day, and it eventually gets filled with something else.”

“But if you take it all, I die?”

“Yep.” Lily smiled, stroking her tail. “Form follows function. Devils use their tails to stab and destroy, I use mine to feed. Well, and for other things.” The tail whipped around her waist, wrapping around both thighs before protruding between her legs like an erect penis. “I’m not very picky about my meals,” Lily said, smiling as she stroked the shaft of her makeshift penis. “It’s ribbed for her pleasure, after all.”

“Holy fucking shit,” Mike whispered to himself.

“So, what do you think?” Lily thrust her hips at him. “Fancy a go?”

“Er, not my thing.”

“Figures. And that’s where we have a problem.” Lily’s tail unwound and relaxed behind her. “I tried everything I could. I was direct. I played coy. I even pretended to be that nymph you love so much. And still, not a peep. Do you have problems or something?”

“As a matter of fact, I do.” Mike thought of his mother, her voice chasing him through the house. He had wondered why she was so prevalent in his thoughts, appearing constantly throughout the day. She always found him in his dreams, or at least she had. He hadn’t thought much about her since he had discovered Naia.

“Damn. Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to convince you?” Suddenly Lily was gone, Beth in her place. “I can be anybody you want me to be. Do anything you want me to do.” She was Dana now. “We could even come to an agreement, maybe? I could keep you like this, in the Dreamscape, until dawn. That’s seven hours in the real world, but over eighty years in here. I can be every person you have ever met, do all the things you’ve wanted them to do. I can be that English teacher in high school, the student teacher everybody wanted to fuck? I could be the checkout girl at the grocery store from when you were twenty-three. Any celebrity, old flame, or even someone new. The school valedictorian, perhaps?” Lily flickered with each description, becoming different women before his eyes, finally transforming into a sexy teenage redhead in a nightgown.. “A lifetime of sexual depravity, and all of it would feel real. You could come in my ass so many times that I lose count. You could hate-fuck me, pound my ass until I cry myself to sleep. Love me, take me as your bride until the end of days. These are all of the things I offer you, if you will just agree to the terms, that when the sun rises one last time, I take your soul with me when I leave. You die happy, peacefully in your sleep, and the whole world moves on without you.”

“And you expect me to trust the word of a demon?”

Lily shrugged. “Demonology 102. Any bargain struck with a demon must be adhered to. There is literally no option for betrayal, unless a loophole is found in the argument that the demon can take advantage of.”

“You seem pretty upfront for a demon.”

She grinned. “That goes back to Demonology 101. You see, despite what pop culture would have you believe, lesser demons cannot actually lie.”

“But you pretended to be people I knew.”

“Loophole!” Lily clapped her hands. “You assumed I was those people. It wasn’t until you actually asked me who I was that I had to tell you. And I am still trying to work out how you figured it out.”

“Yeah, well, I have no intention of telling you.”

“Good.” Lily came toward him, the scent of cinnamon filling the air. “The less I know, the better, right?”

Mike shivered. She smelled so good, and her skin looked so soft. “It’s not going to happen.”

“And that’s okay. I can wait. As a matter of fact, I haven’t had this much freedom in years!” She raised her hands and spun in a circle, her wings flaring out dramatically. “Even though it is the Dreamscape, it’s your Dreamscape. It’s nice to see something new. So you can take your time if you want.” Lily walked over to the window and slid it open. “Oh, and just a reminder-it’s just you and me here. Let me know when you’re ready to play ball, and we can move this game forward.” She threw herself out the window, wings spreading wide as she plummeted to the earth, ready to catch the wind before she crashed.

Mike ran to the sill only to see her vanish in the distance. The yard of the house was surrounded by miles of water in every direction.

“Fuck!” Mike slammed his hand into the wall, knocking a section the size of a cabinet door off of the house. The wood paneling and drywall spiraled to the water below, where they folded themselves into a boat and drifted out to sea.

MIKE HATED THE DREAMSCAPE.

Despite being told by Lily that it was just the two of them, after over a week of solitude, his mother was close to physically manifesting. The danger of any dream was that it could go rogue, and after three days