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

“And what about me?” Her lips were close to his. “What role do I have in this?”

“You are the unknown. One day, I know you will walk me to the other side, and I will see many strange and wonderful things. It will be good to know that I have a friend to help me through it.”

“More than a friend.” She stroked Mike’s cheek and pulled him into her. His lips tasted hers, the first spark of the evening. She broke contact, her white eyes glowing in the darkness of the cave. “Always more than a friend.”

“Hold on,” Mike said. He scooted against the wall of the cave and leaned back, then waved her forward. She floated toward him and landed gently on his lap, then ran both of her hands up his chest. “Sorry, my legs are all messed up.”

“It’s not your legs I am interested in.” Cecilia straddled his hips, and her mouth found his.

The warmth of the cave coupled with the banshee’s cool embrace made Mike feel like he was standing in the doorway of an air-conditioned building during a hot day in summer. Small wind currents were starting to move in the cave, the temperature trying to equalize. Cecilia’s hands moved along his sides, then down his hips. He could feel her cool thighs against him, her pelvis pushing into his.

He squeezed her waist, then moved one hand down to caress her ass through her skirt. He pulled her forward, grinding his crotch into hers. “Do you think the sidhe ever pictured you with a mortal?”

“If they did, they probably forbade it.” Cecilia kissed her way down his neck. He kissed her forehead, realizing the hairs on his arms stood at attention every time he touched her with his lips. She leaned away from him, giving him access to her neck and the tops of her breasts. Her hair fluttered up around her head, the static building between them. “Kiss me more,” she whispered, her voice echoing softly in the cave.

“I can do that,” Mike said. He kissed the cool skin of her shoulders, his hands running behind her ears. Cecilia moved her hips back and forth, causing Mike’s dick to become even harder.

“I can feel it,” she whispered, still moving back and forth. “That part of me that I never knew existed. It’s like fire, and ice, and lightning, all centered in my being. I want to feel more of it, that human feeling I’ve never known.”

“Then let me help you.” Mike undid his pants and slid them down his hips. Cecilia immediately grabbed his cock, then teased the top of it with her ice-cold fingers, kissing him deeply on the lips at the same time. Mike’s fingers dropped to the top of her ass, and he squeezed the cool, soft globes through her skirt.

Cecilia pumped Mike this way for a couple of minutes. Her legs floated up above and her head dropped. She took him into her mouth, squeezing his balls gently while she swallowed the length of his dick. Mike gasped as Cecilia moved into a kind of headstand, holding his hips to pull him all the way into her body.

“Oh, Cecilia!” Mike grabbed her head and lifted her off his dick and back up to his lips. She embraced him, her tongue dancing along his. He let his hands travel the length of her body, grabbing her floating body by the hips and moving her waist down to his. She lifted her skirt up and rubbed her panty-clad pussy up and down his cock, then used one finger to shift the material to the side, allowing him to slide deep inside of her.

“Mmh!” Cecilia moaned into his mouth, her pussy cool and electrifying at the same time. Once he was plugged into the Banshee Sexual Network, the world exploded in sparks, the steady glow of the sunstone punctuated by the miniature lightning bursts that jumped from Cecilia through Mike’s thighs and then into the ground.

“Move slower,” he told her. “I want to take my time.”

She obliged, moving her hips more gently. They kissed some more, hands exploring each other. Mike was determined to pull her clothes away from her skin, fighting the magic that held it against her skin. It became a fun game for him, trying to peek at the pale skin beneath, explore it with his hands, taste it with his tongue. As he ran his lips across the top of her breasts, Cecilia’s hips began to move on their own, her pace quickening.

The sparks increased in frequency, the mild shocks forcing Mike and Cecilia together, driving him deeper than ever. Every thrust completely lacked control, his body moving in time with the sparks. His breathing was ragged, and Cecilia was starting to gasp for air, her breasts heaving with each breath.

“Oh, fuck!” Mike grabbed her ass and pulled her as close as possible. She squeezed him with her thighs, her lighter-than-air body starting to pull him upward. When she sat back on his cock, they both slammed into the ground, driving Mike’s cock even deeper into Cecilia.

It began as a low wail, Cecilia building steam as her orgasm approached. She clutched his upper arms, nails digging into his flesh, her lower body quivering in anticipation. Her cries echoed across the cavern, the cave itself becoming a giant amplifier. Mike feared that if she screamed he would go deaf, but his fears were mitigated by the sudden fire blossoming deep inside his stomach. His balls ached, drawing up into his body, and he yanked down on Cecilia, fighting to bury himself in her. Her hips bucked, and her cries started to rise in pitch.

“Please! Please, don’t!” Mike thrust wildly. “I’m so close, please don’t disappear!”

“Don’t worry,” she said, a grin on her lips. “This time it’s all about you.” She closed her eyes, grunting several times, forcing herself down onto his shaft hard enough that he bottomed out. Each grunt was punctuated