Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 039

When his orgasm subsided completely, Ratu began stroking him again. Tink leaned forward to help, her small hands on the top and Ratu's larger hands on the base and his balls. They occasionally worked in tandem, but then would jerk him at random, disrupting the building pressure within.

A spark jumped from his mouth into Tink, and he heard the goblin yelp.

"Ooh, looks like we're getting there," Ratu said, letting go. Her body weight shifted forward, and he felt something else envelop the top of his dick. "Ngh, you're so big!"

He tried to mumble thanks, but his mouth was simply too full. Another spark left him, firing into Tink. Her hands were still on the base of his shaft while Ratu sank down onto him, and the fire in his belly came to life, hungrily spiraling out along his limbs.

Breathing deeply, he inhaled Tink's musky scent, his head swimming with the aroma. The pulse in his cock now matched the rhythm of his inner fire, and he clamped his hands down on Tink's thighs, holding her in place.

The magic within him surged, greedily lapping at the beautiful women above him. Where they were connected, he felt a momentary surge of energy, as if their sensuality fed his own inner flame. He thrust himself into Ratu, eliciting a gasp from the naga, and flicked his tongue along the edge of Tink's clit.

"Mmm... snake face make sparks..." Tink said between gasps.

"Oh yeah. You, nngh, have them too—oh!" Ratu's hips shuddered and she rode Mike hard, her hips slamming into his. "Oh yes, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna...OW!"

Tink had leaned forward, and the naga thrashed on his cock.

"You fucking bit me!" Ratu yelled, her hips slowing down.

"Husband have to wait, so snake face wait too." Tink leaned back. "Tink didn't bite hard, snake skin too soft."

"Oh really?" Ratu asked. "You think you're tough?"

"Goblin much tougher." Tink lifted off of Mike's face, allowing him to see Ratu. Her own fangs had descended, and a devilish grin had crossed her face. "Naga think she bite better than Tink?"

"Hey, play nice," Mike told them, but Tink moved down onto his belly and grabbed Ratu by the hair. She yanked the naga's head back and kissed her fully on the mouth. Ratu's hips gyrated while they were lip-locked, and then Tink broke the kiss, biting Ratu's lower lip.

"Oh, you really are a filthy little goblin, aren't you?" Ratu kissed her way down Tink's neck, then bit her on the shoulder. Tink grunted, then grabbed a handful of the naga's breasts.

"Snake girl give good bite," she muttered, licking along the naga's areolas. The sight had MIke hard as a rock, and he felt his orgasm building.

"Um, are you two fighting, or...?"

Tink bit Ratu's nipple, eliciting a hiss from her. Ratu stuck her hand between Tink's legs and fingered her ferociously, her hand elongating until it looked like a snake's tail in the shape of a cock.

"Ooh, clever snake." Tink leaned forward and bit Ratu on the neck, exposing her ass to Mike. With a devilish grin of his own, he grabbed the base of her tail with one hand and began pushing on her asshole with his thumb.

Tink let out a gasp, and Ratu giggled, her legs elongating and wrapping tightly around Mike. He could no longer move his legs, so tightly was he wrapped in her coils, but Ratu now acted as a large counterweight, allowing him to sit up and grab the goblin from behind. He slid one hand over her small breast, playing with her rock hard nipples and pushed forward with his other hand.

"Ahh!" Tink bucked her hips, and Ratu kissed Mike over Tink's shoulder. He cut his lip on one of her teeth, but didn't even mind when she squeezed and pulled him as deep inside of her as he could possibly go.

The magic sparks jumped back and forth between the three of them now, eliciting moans and gasps as they were connected by it. A large portion of it entered the naga, who then passed it back to Mike or into Tink with her fingers. Electrical sparks jumped off the goblin onto Mike and Ratu, causing them to flinch away with gasps of excitement.

When Ratu came, she arched her back and spread her hands wide, waves of heat rolling off of her and warming the room substantially. The sparks collected along her arms and face, dancing across her skin. Tink leaned into her, nibbling at the naga's breasts and grabbing her hips to push her down on Mike's cock.

"Stupid snake hurry up," she muttered, then used her fingers to rub at Ratu's swollen clit. The naga flinched and let out a laugh before moving backward.

"Okay, enough already." Ratu let out a chuckle and pushed off of his cock, moving backwards. "It's your turn."

"About time." Tink turned to face Mike and grabbed the top of his shaft. "Tink wait too long for—" her eyes rolled up in her head when she sat down, a line of magical current suddenly connecting them. Her passage was extremely tight, squeezing down on his cock with enormous pressure.

"Oh no you don't, keep going." Ratu placed her hands on Tink and pushed her down.

MIke let out a groan, his magic now cascading up and down his spine. With every pulse of fire and electricity through his body, he could feel himself growing lighter, his muscles tensing and then relaxing. Tink rode him hard for several minutes, his cock never going farther than two thirds of the way in. The room was full of her high pitched cries, and the space between them had filled itself with sparks that crept across all three of them.

Panting, Tink let out a cry and tried to jam herself down onto him. Ratu had grabbed the goblin's breasts from behind and was now lasciviously licking her neck, and the pressure was simply too much for him any longer. His magic expanded throughout his body, the sparks causing everyone's hair to stand on end, and then raced down his body towards his groin.

When he shot his load inside of her, he let out a long cry. Sparks crawled onto Tink's skin, making her entire body buck back and forth. She reached over her shoulder and grabbed Ratu's hair, yanking her face forward far enough for their lips to meet, and Ratu's eyes went wide when the magic flooded into her as well.

Tink screamed into Ratu's mouth, and the sparks changed color, racing both into Mike and the naga. He tried to pump himself back into Tink once more, but Tink had bounced off of him completely, leaving his cock exposed.

Ratu mounted him again, lightning and heat flowing along her body as she fought for her next orgasm. Disgruntled, Tink mounted Mike once more, sliding her soaking wet pussy toward his face. He grabbed her ass and pulled her the rest of the way, his tongue eagerly lapping up both of their juices.

Leaning back, Ratu grabbed Tink by the horn and pulled her head down to her crotch. Mike was bent just right and Tink was able to lick at the naga's clit while she swiveled her hips on him. When her orgasm came, it blasted through all three of them, causing the magical sparks to swirl through them like a storm.

Swearing in another language, Ratu's legs melded together and her lower half wrapped around Mike, pinning him in place. He grunted, then gasped for air as he pumped a load into her as well, his stomach tightening up so much that he thought his lower ribs had cracked.

Ratu screamed when Tink shifted and bit into her upper thigh, another orgasm ripping through her. Her vagina tensed up, forcing Mike's tongue and his earlier load out.

"Oh god, I yield! Parlay!" He held up his hands in the universal sign of a time out, but it was no good. Ratu nearly crushed his lower half with her snake body as she fought hard through her third orgasm, finally letting out a cry of relief that dispersed the magic into the air. Tink threw herself off of his torso, clawing her way toward the edge of the bed to escape the effect of his magic.

"Ratu, please!" he begged. Her tail had circled his abdomen and was now moving across his rib cage. When she looked at him, she had a dangerously predatory look to her eye.

"Oh, how exciting." A sly grin crossed her face, and then she saw that her lower half had expanded to take up nearly half the bed. "Looks like I lost control a little bit."

"Yeah..." Mike sighed in relief when she withdrew, savoring the sensation of blood flow to his legs again. Ratu slid off of him, her fingers catching a large gob of his come in one hand.

"This is is interesting." She smelled it first, then tasted it with a forked tongue.

"Is something... wrong with my... load?"

"As a matter of fact, yes." She licked it off her fingers, sucking them dry. "There's a tremendous amount of magic inside of it."

"Like, life essence or whatever?" He couldn't think straight right now.

"That too. You said you were tapped out, but were able to generate quite a bit of energy through the act of coitous. How interesting." She moved off to the side and snuggled in near his armpit. "If I didn't know better, I would say that was my magic inside of it."

"That doesn't make sense. Why would your magic be in my..." he lost himself in the light in her eyes, and couldn't help but match her grin. "You know what? Never mind. I'll let you explain first and ask questions later."

"Thank you." She traced her finger along his ribs. "Your magic is like the tide. It ebbs and flows, and can carry things away and toss them up on the shore. As we shared each other's bodies, your magic mixed with mine."

"I guess that makes sense. What about Tink?" He looked over to see that she was out cold on her belly.

"She doesn't have magic, not like you or I do. How do you feel?"

"Tired."

"Still sore?"

"Um..." he tested his free arm. "Not as bad, actually."

"In the same way I or others can draw magic from your essence, you have been drawing magic from us. But I think it goes beyond that. I've been thinking about what happened during your fight with the Jabberwock. You manifested abilities that you shouldn't have access to, very specific ones."

He nodded, knowing exactly what she was talking about.

"Tell me, have you had sex with the banshee before?"

"A few times."

"Interesting. These sparks of yours. Did you use them then?"

"Yeah, but they weren't mine, they were Cecilia's. Naia thinks they rubbed off on me somehow."

"Oh. OH!" Ratu sat up, staring off into the distance. "When you first had sex with Cecilia, I imagine there were difficulties? Banshees weren't built for breeding, after all."

"Yeah, it was weird. The sparks started crawling all over me and her clothes wouldn't let me remove them." He thought back to their first encounter. "But does that matter?"

"Magic is a mysterious power, but the biggest rule of magic I would share with any apprentice is that magic relies heavily on intent and conveying that intent through actions. Do you ever wonder why gods used to demand sacrifices and such? It's not like tossing a virgin in a volcano suddenly suffused them with power. Rather, the idea that their followers would be willing to give one of their own to the gods helped complete the pact, or activate latent magic. That raw power needs a focus, somewhere to go, and any sort of ritual helps direct that power."

"I don't understand. What are you trying to say?"

Ratu let out a small laugh. "I won't pretend to fully understand the ramifications of the soul swap that Naia does with you. However, I suspect that when you attempted to couple with Cecilia, your whole body was suffused with ancient fae magic. All of that energy without a focus, like a bomb without its trigger. What happened immediately afterword?"

"Uh..." he thought back a bit to his first week in the house. "She disappeared, and I went to the bathroom to... Naia helped me finish." His cheeks burned at the admission, remembering how the magic had swept back and forth between them when he came. "It created a weird feedback loop."

"Uh huh. You and Naia are resonant souls because you each already have a piece of each other entwined. She uses sensuality to power her spells, and the only spell you had really been subjected to was the soul exchange. When you two had sex, that connection resonated and the magic flowed back and forth, taking shape as something similar. My educated guess is that you have been inadvertently casting the same spell she did through sexual contact, exchanging bits and pieces of your soul. The effect with Cecilia would be the strongest, primarily because she is the source of the magic."

"That's how I was able to scream?"

"A piece of her lives within you. As a spirit being, she is her magic. I don't expect you to be ushering the dead off to the other side, but you could certainly generate her unique vocalization at a cost. That also means that she carries a small piece of you inside." Ratu let out a small chuckle. "And I guess the same could be said about myself. In a sense, spiritually, I am now part human, and you are part naga."

"Is that... okay?" He thought of the red lock of Cecilia's hair where it had once been white, or the moment in the cave when she had appeared human. Had he appeared as a banshee to her, if she had been looking? Being nothing but a spirit, the exchange had been literal in her case.

"That's a great question. I don't know. Ordinarily, magic involving someone's soul is a tricky business. If I take a piece of it, you lose a piece of who you are. Your memories and experiences won't change, but it will almost be like that part of you doesn't work right anymore. If I took a hand from you, you could still use your arm. But what if I took the ability to use your shoulder? Imagine what it would be like being unable to lift or rotate your arm. A piece of a soul is a valuable thing, and removing it would have dire consequences. If I simply took it, I could then fill the void with what I wanted, like magic. Remember the necromancer? He would remove the right pieces and fill the gaps with his magic, allowing him to control most of his creations with little effort." She flipped her hair back and showed him a patch of snake skin. "But imagine that I took a piece and replaced it with a piece of myself, an equivalent exchange. Functionally, nothing has changed, but just like this skin, I have added a bit of myself. Under the right circumstance, it's noticeable, but now it belongs to you and you are still whole."

MIke stared in wonder. All those times he had had sex with the others and used his magic, he had actually been making tiny swaps with them. "I should probably tell the others. They should know that this has been happening."

"Maybe. That's up to you. When one of you dies, the exchange undoes itself, so it isn't permanent, per se." She teased the edge of his limp cock with a fingernail. "But now I wonder what part of me swapped with you?"

"Like how? Can I do magic like you?"

"I doubt it. Once you have a magic of your own, your body wouldn't just magically absorb another type. You're like a sponge in that regard, already full of water. And because it's an exchange in such a small amount, the changes wouldn't be anything drastic. A soul is many things, and power does not make the man." She playfully ruffled his hair. "I don't remember this being so thick."

"I see." He ran his fingers through his hair. It had been longer and thicker for some time now, and now he wondered who he inherited that from. "When I was on the Jabberwock, it felt exciting to fly through the sky. I imagine I should have gotten scared, but it felt like a part of me."

"The gargoyle then. Her love of flying is now a part of you."

"But she still loves flying, right?"

"I imagine so, but now she probably has a new interest, or trait just waiting to be discovered." A sly grin crossed her face. "You'll tell me if you grow scales, yes?"

He let out a laugh. "I'm sure everyone will know by then."

Tink rolled over in bed and gave him a solid punch in the thigh, her mouth open wide in a yawn. "Husband talk too much. Tink tired, big fight tomorrow."

He smiled at the little goblin, running his fingers through her hair and caressing her horns. "You're right. Let's try and get some sleep." He laid his head down on the pillow and felt Ratu snuggle up on his free side, her body shifting against his. She radiated heat like an electric blanket, and he closed his eyes, waiting for dreams to take him.

--

He couldn't sleep, so had snuck out of bed to stand outside.

The cool night air drifted across his bare chest, and he stared up into the dark sky above. Other than the soft glow of the torches in his room, there was no other illumination. The centaurs had fled after the Jabberwock had attacked, even the stubborn Orion bailing on a tower with an angry monster inside. Mike guessed that the centaur found very little reason to stick around and argue with the victor of such a fight.

The stars above were different from any he could remember, and an entire galaxy ran across the sky, colorful smears that reminded him of the Hubble Deep Field. He wondered if Earth was on the other side of it, or if he was looking at a parallel universe that could only be seen from inside the wardrobe. He was both close to home and yet impossibly far away.

The house was full of secrets, but so too were the places it had linked to. His programmer brain was busy trying to make sense of it all, to tie the threads together, but the house was determined to keep its mysteries.

Turning to look back into the bedroom, he smiled at the sight of Ratu and Tink crashed on the bed together. Tink had grabbed Ratu's tail and was snuggling it like a giant body pillow. Walking back inside, he filled the silver mug from a pitcher of water that Ratu had left by the chaise. A cool breeze blew through the room because of the large hole in the wall. Curious, he walked over to explore it.

The hidden room had little furniture, but it did have a small alcove tucked away in the corner. A narrow set of stairs wound upward, and he figured it wouldn't hurt to check it out. Ducking beneath the low ceiling, he marched upward, stopping every so often to look out the tiny windows that had been carved into the exterior wall. The valley below was dark, though he could occasionally see the soft glow of fires at the centaur camp in the distance.

He placed a hand on the windowsill and leaned against it, gazing down into the valley. What sort of life did the centaurs lead in such a place, constantly worried about attacks from without and within? They were xenophobic for certain, but was it justified? He could only imagine the persecution they had faced in fleeing their homeland to end up here. That sort of history didn't tend to breed compassion for strangers.

He supposed when he left this place, he could simply leave them behind, but he didn't like the idea of leaving things the way they were. If they had suffered at the hands of Yuki or Emily, then perhaps it was time to break the cycle, and find a way to make peace. Of course, he should probably send Beth to broker a deal, it wasn't like diplomacy was his strong suit.

Beth. The lawyer was easily one of the most powerful tools in his arsenal, a brilliant woman with a sharp mind who seemed to make friends faster than he ever could. He had felt guilty for a bit about her getting sucked into this whole mess, but she seemed to genuinely enjoy her time living with him.

When he arrived at the top of the tower, he came to a stop. He was apparently near the top, and starlight came in through the decorative skylights overhead. However, what had caught his attention was the stone table in the center of the room. It was just large enough for two people to sit at comfortably, and on it was a game board.

"Am I dreaming?" he asked aloud, expecting a woman's voice, but it was his own

The room he stood in now looked like one he had seen in one of his visions, and he was half convinced he was asleep somehow. Walking across the cool floor, he saw that a few game pieces had been set out on the board. When he picked them up this time, they didn't blur out or look anything like anyone he knew. Instead, they looked melted, like sticks of half sculpted wax.