Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 033

"Yeah. I thought that dealing with the former rat king would give me a break, but between whatever Emily was doing and Cecilia being gone, I just can't seem to relax. I feel like something is about to happen, and I'm worried it's going to happen when I go in that wardrobe. I'm also worried about that emerald. If it was so powerful, why did she just give it to the rats?" He looked at her. "Oh, right. Ratu learned that the emerald can apparently grant wishes or something like that."

"So I heard." She tapped her ear knowingly. "Even up here, I could hear you all talking."

"Right." He seemed to forget that. Abella, the home's stone guardian was always watching, always listening. "So yeah. Something is bugging me, but I have no idea what."

"Here." She held out her hand.

"What?" He reached out, expecting her to hand him something. Instead, she grabbed onto his wrist and casually pulled him off the porch, his legs dangling over the yard below. With a flap of her wings, they took to the sky and she did a quick spiral of the house. His stomach threatened to leap out of his body while he watched the ground below twist back and forth.

They landed by the turret on a flat piece of roof. He sat down and Abella leaned against the roof, her tail twitching back and forth.

"I want to show you something." She crouched down, lying flat against the roof. "Get down or he'll see you."

"He?"

"Mister fancy pants." She placed her hand on his head and pushed him prone. They laid this way for several minutes, and Abella lifted her head just enough that she was gazing across the yard. Several minutes passed, and Mike wondered if he was in danger.

"There he is. Move slowly."

He sat up and saw Sebastien slowly cross between the two lions. He twirled his cane and leaned on it, his eyes on the house.

"What are we doing up here?"

"Blowing off steam." She reached across the roof and picked up a large brick.

"Where did that come from?" he asked.

"Construction site down the road." She grinned. "Keep watching, this really pisses him off."

"Okay." Abella cocked her arm, her eyes narrowing. After a couple of seconds, she flung her whole body forward, the brick sailing through the air and smashing through Sebastien's skull. His upper body exploded into sand, his limbs twitching as his golem fell apart.

Abella's wings beat quickly and she soared down to where the sand was busy trying to reform. Flapping her wings, she landed hard, scattering the grains with heavy wing beats. The sand tried to resist her at first, attempting to reform into Sebastien, but she kept at it, swirling him apart. Eventually, the sand had been scattered into the bushes and grass, and she took off, flying back to the roof and landing gently.

"That really pisses him off," she said, making a fist. "Takes him nearly an hour to reform."

"That is pretty funny."

"He has another one down the block that watches me do that." She pointed and he followed her finger. This version of Sebastien was dressed as a jogger, his arms and legs pumping as he ran. "I don't dare fly past the lions to try it with him while he's watching me. He's carrying a wand in his shorts and I don't want to get blasted out of the sky."

"Good. I don't want anything to happen to you." He leaned against the wall of the turret. "So is this what you do for fun? Throw bricks at that asshole?"

"One of the things." Her cheeks darkened. "I often hear you with the others, so that causes, um, distractions."

"I see." He looked around, realizing that nobody would wander by to bother them. Even the fairies weren't flying around up here. He had realized lately that it was difficult to truly be alone with anyone in the house. It was becoming a regular waystation for all the creatures under his roof.

The breeze was nice, but not as nice as the smile on the gargoyle's face.

"Maybe I could use a distraction." He moved closer and touched her skin, his fingers sliding up the thick marble of her thigh. Her flesh yielded only slightly when pressed, but her skin was perfectly smooth, like polished marble. "What do you think?"

"Out here? In the open? What would the neighbors think?" She winked at him, tilting her leg in his direction, opening herself up.

"Huh. It occurs to me that I don't actually know my neighbors."

Abella laughed. "They have almost no idea you exist. The geas messes with their squishy little brains. When Emily first lived here, there were a couple of them who threw neighborhood parties in the summer and stuff like that. She described it as recognizing someone you hadn't seen in a while, but couldn't put a name to the face. She would just introduce herself as the new neighbor, but apparently some of the people would actually notice the house for the first time, so she quit doing that."

"Interesting." He stroked her inner thigh, his fingers running along the creases. He wondered how her muscles were able to flex, if it was driven by magic or if her cells were a unique blend of minerals. "So the house sort of fades away."

"Yep. Your eyes have difficulty focusing on it, like it's trying to blend in with the landscape. I've watched plenty of people walk by and look surprised when they see it, but then they just keep on going as if they've already forgotten. When Tink was little, she used to conduct experiments with the geas, to see what people noticed or didn't. As long as there wasn't a physical interaction, anything abnormal simply didn't register with whoever was looking."

"Physical interaction?"

Abella laughed, pulling up on his shirt to reveal his stomach. "Tink got grounded once for using a stick to trip people as they walked by. People came to the door to yell at Emily for letting her kid wear a Halloween mask in the summer while harassing them. They forgot about it later, but she didn't like that Tink called attention to herself like that."

He chuckled. "I can only imagine."

"So I have a question." Abella touched the scar tissue along his side. "How did this happen? It feels so different from the rest."

"Car accident." He sighed. "I was in a pretty bad accident when I was younger and almost died. The car caught on fire and I got burned and cut up pretty bad. Luckily, it was mostly superficial, but it didn't heal well enough to cover it up."

"It feels different than the rest."

"Yeah. Scar tissue is different from regular skin, because of how it grows." He touched the scar on her face. He could feel the slight indentation where it sank in, the stone becoming dark and revealing glittering granules inside. "But it's different for gargoyles. You cracked instead of getting burned."

"Yeah." Abella blushed. "I thought it would be worse, but Beth helped me fix it as best as she could. It will fade, but will take several centuries."

"Yeah, well maybe my scars would fade if I could live that long. Humans aren't that great at living past that first century." He let his hand fall onto her chest, moving it over her right breast. He loved how it felt, that unyielding smoothness.

"The first century is super hard on gargoyles too. It's similar to a human's teen years and many of us perished due to stupid decisions."

"Such as?"

She laughed. "Scaring the shit out of people by pretending to be statues was a common trick, but the worst involved swooping down and picking people up and then dropping them. Gargoyles, for lack of a better word, can be dicks. It's part of the reason so many of us were hunted and killed, and I can't really blame humans for it. I might even argue that our behavior caused us to be hunted in the first place."

"Did you used to do stuff like that?"

"Well..." she dragged the word out while unbuttoning his pants. "I spent more of my time pretending to be a statue just to people watch. But early in my adventures I was hiding in a large garden when I spotted the master of the house with one of his maids in the twilight hours."

"Oh?"

She laughed. "He lifted her skirt and took her from behind. It was super casual, with no words spoken. I hung around the estate for many years and found out that he had several bastard children with the help. His own wife was no better. Theirs had been a marriage of convenience, to tie two families together in a trading company partnership. As luck would have it, both of them were very into women."

"That must have made the hiring process easier." He shifted, moving in front of her. "Can you scoot down a little?"

"Sure." She lifted her hips and leaned back. "Like this?"

"Perfect." He had no hope of being able to lift her himself. The base of her tail kept her hips off the ground and he ran his fingers along her thighs until they met in the middle. She let out a small moan, then reached between his hands to stroke his stiffening cock.

He explored the thin edges of all three of her labia, moving his fingers inside of her. He could feel that reflexive squeeze, but it was different from the other girls. Her vaginal walls rotated when she clenched, and her outer lips slid across each other like the aperture of a camera lens.

"Anyway, he would bring the maids out and fuck them, almost always on the same bench. I would sometimes stand there for days, just waiting for a closer look."

"And they never noticed the strange statue that kept moving around?"

"Please. Rich people don't know how many statues they have." She slid her thumb over the head of his penis, teasing the hole with the edge of her thumb. "Do you like how that feels? I saw it in a movie."

"Yeah, but be careful with your thumbnail." He looked down at the dark talons on her hands. "That's a sensitive area."

"But the danger makes it fun, non?" She traced the edge of his frenulum with her nail. "I believe there's a part of me that is far more entertaining than my hands." She pushed his arms aside and sat forward, her mouth now inches from his cock. "And a lot softer too."

"You'll have to show--" he lost his train of thought when she inhaled him completely in one go. Her tongue wrapped around the base of his shaft, providing a smooth, slippery texture for him to slide forward along. The back of her throat slid over his glans and she gurgled, the vibration making his eyes roll up in his head.

"You are soooo good at that," he told her, stroking her stiff hair. She stroked his balls, using one hand to form a ring around the base while the other hand ran circles across his testicles. He shivered, the pleasurable sensation just on the border of hurting. He thrust into her mouth a few times before she pulled herself free, leaving a string of drool from her mouth to his dick.

"Everything about you tastes so good," she muttered, then stroked him with both hands before sucking his balls into her mouth. His hips jerked at the shift in sensation and she pumped him quickly with her hands. Abella's tiny moans vibrated through his scrotum, the sensation again almost unbearable, but very enjoyable.

"You're... you're teasing me, aren't you?"

She made a noise around his balls that could have been, "Uh huh."

"Mmm. I like that." He stroked the back of her head, biding his time. The magic was easier to rouse this time, tiny sparks jumping from his fingertips onto her back. The sparks tumbled down her body, struggling to stay attached. Eventually, Abella stopped pumping his cock and switched back, once again inhaling him into the back of your throat.

Gotcha, he thought, focusing the magic on the tip of his cock. He felt an intense spark jump from his cock into Abella's throat and the sparks on her body all stopped moving.

"Mmph?" she asked, one hand going immediately to her crotch. He tensed up, another spark making the leap into her throat. Her obsidian eyes opened wide and her other hand slammed into the roof. She pulled her mouth off of him, and looked up.

"What... what did you do to me?" She was squinting, her eyes going lazy. She leaned back, sliding two fingers inside of herself. "Oh my god, what did you do?"

To be fair, he had no idea. He had figured the magic would have upped the eroticism, but not to this degree. Her natural lubricant dripped onto the roof and formed a small pool while she fingered herself. It didn't seem to be hurting her at all.

"Just a trick I picked up." He winked at her.

A growl formed in her throat and he watched as several black sparks came out of her body.

What the fuck?

She grabbed him around the waist and used one hand to aim his cock into her soaking wet pussy. He slid in, his cock parting her stiff folds. Once he was close to bottoming out inside of her, he felt his magic jump back into his cock.

Abella cried out a string of words in French. His whole body was tensed up and he could see the magic mixing now, the dark and white sparks briefly forming yin-yangs on their skin. It occurred to him now that electricity and stone probably weren't meant to mix, but it was too late. He locked eyes with the gargoyle as he pounded her, his hands on her sturdy shoulders.

She ran one hand up his side, her fingers digging in just a little too hard. Her other hand was stroking the base of her tail, her eyes rolling up in her head. She was whimpering now, her hips spasming beneath him. He found a great rhythm, the angle of penetration just right that he could feel the ridge of his cock rubbing against the upper wall of her vagina. He grunted and pushed into her hard, his cock flexing while it dragged along the ridges of her opening.

The back and forth of his magic created sparks that bounced off the roof and disappeared. Abella's moans were loud now, and she arched her back. The sparks along her skin were crawling down to her wet pussy, squeezing in with his cock.

He remembered the time they had fucked on the cliffs, how she had told him that she could absorb his energy and use it for herself. He paused, wondering if he should stop.

Her eyes narrowed and she let go of her tail, grabbing him tightly. "Don't you fucking stop," she told him, her voice dangerous. She pulled him in and kissed him, her lips smashing his.

Abella's hands were tight on his hips. Mike was no longer thrusting into her --- rather, she was pulling him in and out. He had his hands on her breasts, using them for balance. It would have been an impossible feat for any other woman, but her firm breasts were unyielding. Even with his full weight, his fingers just barely sunk into them.

'C'mon, I want to feel it," she rasped. "I want to feel that hot, human cum deep inside of me."

He moaned, his muscles unable to keep pace with her. Her strength was overwhelming, her fingers tight on him.

The sparks jumped across her skin, but seemed to have no effect. Magical pressure was building up, causing the hairs on his arm to stand on end.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Abella cried out again, and her hips trembled. The sparks crawled back along her skin, gathering on his arms and legs. His hands were shaking now, but not because of fatigue. He lifted them free of her, moving them down to her stomach. The air now sizzled with magical energy that didn't have anywhere to go.

His orgasm had built up to the point of no return. Her labia squeezed against him every time he withdrew his cock, gripping him tightly. She was trying to wring him dry and he was fairly certain that she would succeed.

The fiery sensation in his balls suddenly magnified, he was past the point of no return. He let out a cry and his cock tensed up inside of her. Abella grabbed him hard and pulled him as deep into her as he could go.

The remaining sparks jumped onto his body and he felt all of the magic stream into his core, through his legs, and then through the shaft of his dick. Instead of a normal ejaculation, he felt the magic release itself all at once like a blast of lightning from the head of his dick. He screamed, but not in agony. Abella let out a cry of her own, her open mouth now filled with glowing blue lightning that danced along her tongue and teeth. The sparks leapt from her and back into him and he screamed again, his dick coating her insides with cum and electricity.

His throat was raw when a third blast came, and he swore he heard a thunderous rumble come from inside of Abella's belly. One of her hands slid free of his hip and slammed into the roof, gouging out a chunk of masonry. Her tail whipped free of his hand and slammed into a nearby wall, causing the siding to split and pop free. He lost control of his arms, his hands contracting into tight fists and his entire body became rigid.

The world went black, his mind barely conscious. He was only aware of the thick, stony body beneath him, of the thick legs around him. Time distorted, slowing to a crawl. Something inside of him shifted, his magic flowing out and rebounding violently and his heartbeat pounded in his ears.

Relax, lover. Naia's voice calmed him. In the darkness, he could feel her nearby, her cool fingers caressing his skin. With a snap, the world resumed and he fell forward, catching himself just in time before smashing his face against Abella's breasts.

"Mmm." Abella moaned as he slid himself free of her. Her labia tightened, squeezing every last drop of cum from his cock. Once he was out, he watched her labia tighten up, holding his essence deep inside of her. She helped him roll over and lay on her belly, his eyes on the sky.

Mike gasped for air, laying his head against her belly. Her wing curled around him protectively, shielding his eyes from the sun above. He looked at his hand, clenching it painfully. He felt like he had clung to a rope too long, his knuckles protesting when he flexed them repeatedly. The sudden stiffness in his joints dissipated, but his fatigue did not. He ran a hand through his hair, marveling at the amount of sweat.

Relaxing, he let Abella run her hand across his chest. He grabbed her other hand, giving it a firm squeeze. Several minutes went by, the burning in his lungs suddenly fading. He wondered if part of his sudden exhaustion was related to the torrent of magic he had unleashed. Was his magic dangerous? It had never occurred to him during his self exploration that maybe it was something he shouldn't be experimenting with.

Then again, nothing bad had happened so far.

"Sometimes I wish I was soft like you." Her voice broke the silence as she caressed his face, letting her fingers trail down along to his collarbone. "Soft and supple. Be able to ride in an elevator, or go on a carousel. To wear pretty dresses and makeup, to try on high heels or get hit on by strangers. By nature, my skin is strong, but I'm not sure that my heart is ready for the centuries of loneliness ahead."

"Why would you be alone?"

She smiled, but he could see the sadness in her eyes. "There have been many Caretakers, but none of them have taken an interest in me quite like you have. One day, you will die as all humans do. And when you do, you will leave a hole that likely won't be filled."

"Oh." He had hardly ever dwelled on what life would be like for the others after he was gone. Like most people, contemplating how the world would go on after his own death wasn't high on his list of priorities. What would happen to the house without an heir? For that matter, how often did a resident of the house pass away? Some of them were immortal, but the others did have limited lifespans.

He thought once more of Emily. Was that why she had pursued godhood? To become immortal and care for the others? Was that why she didn't designate an heir, because she foolishly assumed that she would somehow live forever?

He rubbed his hand along the smooth stone of Abella's forehead. "I can't promise I'll be around forever," he told her. "But I will do my best to be around for as long as possible and to make sure my successor treats you well."

She chuckled. "Well, that remains to be seen. So far, though, you've already taken pretty good care of me." She opened her legs and teased at her opening, withdrawing a huge glob of sperm. "I used to fantasize that I would marry a human and we would have little half-breed babies. Cute little babies with small wings and huge smiles. My husband would come home from work and we would have a nice meal and read them stories before bed. Then he and I would cuddle in front of the fire and look forward to the days ahead."