Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 044

"It's a nice night out, isn't it?"

"I guess so." Truth be told, unless it was snowing, Dana had no idea how cold the night actually was. "What was that crystal you had?"

"A piece of seaglass. Well, my own version of seaglass, anyway. Cerulea brought me a piece of glass she found in the yard that looks like someone tossed a bottle over the wall and it broke into pieces." Naia rolled her eyes. "T'was likely from someone walking past. They better hope Abella doesn't catch them. I remember one time, a bunch of years ago, a guy flicked his cigarette butt into the yard, so she followed him home and then ripped the hood off his car."

"Sounds a bit extreme, but also pretty funny."

"Oh, it was." Naia's water geyser weakened, lowering her to the ground. Her feet touched the surface of the water, sending ripples across the fountain, and she skipped across to where Dana sat. "So what brings you to my fountain so late at night?"

Dana squirmed, her thighs rubbing across each other. "You know why I'm here. I just had a snack, and... well..."

Naia giggled. "Oh, I have a pretty good idea why you're here. However, I like it when you ask."

Dana scowled, a brief rush of heat entering her cheeks. "You're teasing me."

"Of course I am." Naia placed her hand on Dana's cheek, lightly stroking the skin. "But only because I know you like it. Deep down, you like a woman who takes control, who tells you what to do. Someone who can take your hand and lead you to orgasmic bliss." While she spoke, Naia's hand moved down Dana's chest, softly caressing a breast through her tank top.

"That's not true."

"Oh really?" Naia's face was now close enough that Dana could feel the nymph's breath on her skin.

"You always do this to me." Dana's voice was weak, and she turned away.

"You're right." The nymph was whispering in Dana's ear now, the sensation sending enhanced pleasure throughout the zombie's body. "And you always love it."

"That's not true," Dana said, her lip trembling. Naia's fingers were moving across the crotch of Dana's jeans now, applying pressure to the edges of her labia. She spread her legs to give the nymph better access.

"You always say that, too."

"Maybe that's a sign that you're predictable."

"Oh really?" Naia moved her hand away. "You think I'm predictable now?"

"Maybe."

"Hmm. Guess I should probably step back, think long and hard about how to please others." Naia drifted away, moving toward the center of the fountain.

"No, wait." Dana watched the nymph move toward the middle of the fountain, her gaze on a pair of birds bathing in the basin. "Naia?"

Naia ignored her.

"Shit, look, I'm sorry." Though she said the words, they had no meaning. She had been going for playful while caught in a vulnerable moment, and clearly taken it too far. Dana kicked off her sandals and waded into the fountain, the water soaking into the legs of her jeans. "I wasn't trying to say that—"

Her legs were ripped from under her, and she fell into the fountain, splashing water everywhere. She tried to sit up, and realized she was being held in place by the pressure all around her. Up above the surface, she saw Naia lean over her and smile.

Dana opened her mouth to talk, but let out the air in her lungs instead. The sensation of breathing was still automatic for her, but she no longer needed to do it.

The water flowed along her arms and legs, caressing her skin, and it wasn't long before she felt her jeans and panties pulled away from her. Dana's outstretched arms tried one more time to break free, but she was effectively restrained.

I'll show you predictable. Naia's voice came from everywhere, and Dana's whole body was massaged by the water. Hundreds of invisible fingers spiraled up her legs while several hands grabbed her by the ankles and spread her legs wide.

Dana tried to moan out of habit, but all she managed was to expel some water. Her panties floated over her face now, followed by her jeans. Her jeans folded around her head, blocking off the view.

Have you ever wondered what happens when you strip away the senses? Your body becomes so desperate to feel anything that it enhances the others.

Dana nodded, her hips twitching. The fingers now pressed against her labia, massaging heat and life into her groin. So much of her existence was muted these days, but every time she fed, she was reconnected, her body closer to life than it had been.

Right now, she couldn't smell a thing, and with her vision gone, all she had was her hearing. The water around her warmed up, and her entire existence was now a dark space where she was being touched repeatedly. She couldn't even beg, or cry out, her own voice stripped away from her.

Something large rolled up her thigh, then teased her clit. Dana couldn't even figure out how to push toward it, her mind lost in her own body. The object disappeared, and Naia's voice giggled in her ear.

Dana's fingers curled up in anticipation as the object moved up her thigh, teasing the smooth skin just above her pussy. Just when she thought it would penetrate her folds, it slid past, moving along her ass and then up her spine.

Sparks had formed in the darkness of her vision, sparks that spiraled around like sentient fireworks. The water teased her breasts now, pushing up her shirt and spiraling over her nipples. The ice that flowed through her veins was replaced with something hotter, and her body flooded with warmth as she built toward orgasm, only to have it taken away. Several minutes passed like this— or maybe even hours. Time was somehow meaningless in the fountain, and all of Dana's attention was on the storm forming between her legs.

Several thick tendrils rolled up her calves, spiraling along the outside of her thighs, then combining just outside of her swollen pussy. The tendrils teased her, pushing inside of her one at a time for less than a second. Her clutching hands tightened into fists, her nails digging into her palms, and a few of the tendrils moved along the curves of her ass, pausing against her ass.

Oh god. She had no time to process her thoughts at the tendrils teased her asshole, pushing against it gently. Her ass was sensitive, and always had been. The few times Alex had slipped something small into her ass, she had felt so full and heavy all at once, and now was no different. Every time her pussy was penetrated, she felt like she floated upward, but then the tendril in her ass would bring her back down to earth. They alternated, giving her the sensation that she was flying through the air, one hole at a time.

Her orgasm kept approaching, but Naia would let up at the last second, letting Dana float in the void. She wanted to beg, willing to do anything if Naia would just topple her over the edge, allowing her to feel that sudden rush of life throughout her body as all of her nerves caught on fire, to be alive for even just a few seconds.

Watery hands teased at her thighs and breasts, stroking her exposed flesh, and a mouth now hungrily licked at her clit. The edges of her erect nipples were now being teased by rapidly shifting currents, causing her whole body to shake. She tensed her jaw, careful to avoid biting her tongue, her orgasm now fluttering beneath the surface of her skin like lava, threatening to burst free in a fiery eruption.

Trapped in the void, she let out a soundless scream when the water double penetrated her. A buzzing sensation tore through her limbs, filling her with heat and electricity, and the tongue on her snatch became several high-pressure water jets that circled her stretched out labia, then came together in a torrent right beneath her clitoris.

Dana's mouth opened wide, the orgasm flooding her body as she tumbled through the water, unsure of what direction she was facing. The sparks in the darkness exploded outward in vein-like patterns, and the watery restraints released her. Putting out her hands, she realized she was face down when her palms came in contact with the floor of the fountain.

Pulses of heat racked her body, and she ripped the jeans off her head, opening her eyes beneath the water. Naia hovered beneath Dana, her hair floating outward like seaweed, a seductive smile on her face. The nymph embraced her, their lips meeting as the orgasm finished its course through Dana's body. The fountain drained around them until Dana was laying on top of Naia, gasping for the air she no longer needed.

Minutes passed, and the world was suddenly warmer and more colorful. Dana used these minutes to study the blue and green strands of hair in front of her face, to gaze into Naia's sapphire eyes and feel a sense of belonging. For just a few moments, she pretended that the blood running through her body was warm, that she would close her eyes tonight and drift to sleep and dream once more of her beloved Alex. Briefly connected with her emotions, her grief was suddenly amplified and her eyes burned, unable to produce any tears.

"You okay?" Naia asked.

"No," Dana responded, burying her face in Naia's hair. "But I will be in a minute." These moments never lasted long, and today was no exception. After a few more minutes snuggling with Naia, Dana stood, then helped the nymph to her feet.

"I hope that wasn't too predictable for you." Naia held out Dana's jeans. They were already dry, and the panties had been tucked into a pocket.

Dana smiled, and got dressed. "I appreciate it. I appreciate you."

"I know." The two of them embraced then parted. The fountain was filling up again, and Naia floated on the surface of the water. "Feel free to drop by if you're ever feeling lonely."

"I always do." Dana gave the nymph a wave and walked across the garden to her garage. She rarely stayed long after being with Naia. If the nymph minded, she never said a word.

Dana pushed open the door and crossed the messy floor to flop down on her workbench. Rubbing her belly, she turned her attention to the disassembled drone on her bench. She picked up a rotor and frowned at it.

Trying to power a drone with magic had several different problems, but the biggest one right now was power regulation. How could she get a magical stone to regulate its own output without blowing out half the circuits in the drone. She hadn't bothered telling Mike that she and Tink had already blown through a couple grand in parts trying to make it work. Once they reached five grand, she'd have Tink do it.

Picking up a soldering iron, she contemplated it for a few moments before tossing it onto the bench. She was tired of dealing with drones and needed to do something else. Looking around the room, she let out a sigh and began picking stuff up.

It took her most of an hour to clean up her workstation and organize it, and another to clean the garage and sweep it out. Tink had been tossing burnt out components onto the floor, and Dana dumped over a hundred dollars in broken circuitry into the trash. Kneeling down to get beneath the bench, she found a busted rotor blade.

"So that's where you went." She smiled and tossed it away, the memory of a drone bouncing around the room while Tink screamed in terror and hid from it. Somehow, the voltage to each motor had gone out of whack, and the thing had spiraled randomly around the room until it turned into a smoking ball of fire that Tink had knocked down using her club.

Satisfied that the garage was clean, she walked to the rear of the garage. There was a cleverly hidden flight of stairs in the back that led down to a chamber beneath the garage. Her best guess was that it used to be a bay for working on cars, but she had cleaned it out and turned it into her own private refuge with Tink's help. It had apparently been the goblin's room until Mike had moved in, and Dana thought it poetic that her living space was now six feet under ground.

There was a chaise lounge in the corner right by a nightstand filled with books. In another corner was a comfortable loveseat pointed at a wall mounted television. Ever since she had died, sleep was no longer a necessity. However, the tradeoff was that boredom now waited around every corner. She sat on the chaise lounge and opened her laptop, clicking on her languages program.

An hour was spent on French lessons. Dana had always wanted to learn another language, and figured maybe she would travel again once her undead condition was reversed. One odd thing about being dead was that her memory seemed to be much better now. Not the memories from when she was alive—those were still seen through the fog of mortality. New information, however, was burned into her brain with laser-like precision, which meant the learning process was phenomenally faster. She wondered if the issue had something to do with missing so many of her emotions, as if her mind was compensating.

Done practicing the names of fruits and vegetables en francais, she opened up a folder and spent some time looking at pictures of Alex, her deceased girlfriend. It had been over a year now since she had died in a motorcycle accident, but in some ways it still felt fresh.

When Daryl the necromancer had killed her, he had stripped away not only her future, but also her ability to die. While thrilled at the prospect that there was apparently something that came after death that allowed her to be reunited with her loved ones, Dana's soul was stuck with whatever was left of her body no matter what happened. Her love for Alex was one of the few emotions Daryl had left her with in order to make her obey his whims and desires. Unfortunately for him, the women of Radley house had persuaded her that Daryl couldn't be trusted and had found a way to keep her from having to feed on the living.

Looking at so many old pictures made her nostalgic, but it was hard summoning up memories that involved emotions that were now muted. A camping trip where they had set up a tent on the beach made her smile, but the awe and wonder of seeing the Milky Way had been stripped away, stealing more than a little bit of the romance from her memory of the event. Pictures from meals they had shared did little for her now—the taste of human food was simply a fond memory at this point.

Sighing, she closed the slideshow on her laptop. She was doing better than she had been, but looking at the pictures made her melancholy. There was only one solution these days. Crossing the room, partially bent over to avoid smacking her head—the room, after all, had been plenty high enough for Tink— she settled down in her chair and turned on her Playstation. It was the Pro model, which booted up quickly, and she loaded Dark Souls 3.

The game itself was incredibly difficult, but she got a chuckle out of the You Died death screen. It also didn't hurt that becoming frustrated with the game was nearly impossible now. She had never been super into games, but being unable to sleep meant she could only binge so much Netflix before getting bored. She wondered what life would be like if she was stuck this way for an entire lifetime, or even hundreds of years. What sorts of tricks would she utilize to keep her mind busy?

The room suddenly stank of sulfur with just a hint of coconut and a hand touched Dana's cheek. Distracted, she turned her head, only to hear her on-screen avatar grunt in agony as he was impaled with a spear.

"You died," Lily told her, reading it off of the screen. She walked around the loveseat. She wore a tank top and a miniskirt, her hair pulled back into a small bun. A series of piercings adorned her face, and she wore a couple of glow sticks around her neck.

"Just the one time." Dana tossed the controller onto a nearby table. "I'm surprised to see you so late at night. Usually you come by earlier if you're nearby."

"Well, I was originally dropping in to see Mike, but apparently he's off in the Library." Lily sat down next to Dana and picked up the controller. "We were supposed to meet up, but he found out that Cecilia was captured or something. I didn't get much detail from that little green fairy. She was the only one I spotted on the way in, and she kept rambling about how nobody would play with her. I certainly know how she feels. Seems like nobody is ever around when I drop by. I mean, what does a girl have to do to get any actual attention around here?"

"Cecilia was captured? That sounds interesting." Dana wondered if she should offer to go help. She hadn't spent much time in the Library, but figured a pair of tireless eyes would be more than capable of helping out. "So what have you been up to?"

"A lady doesn't kiss and tell. Fuck!" Lily scowled at the game, her lip sticking out. "Did that guy just kill me with a giant barrel of apples? Fucker smashed my head in. Is this supposed to be fun?"

"Aw, I thought you liked things that were hard." Dana snatched the controller back. "My turn. And you're hardly a lady, so spill."

"If you must know, I was at a concert. Local band. Well, not local here. I flew in special for the occasion. That, and the bar they were at had the best rum punch I've ever had. I let myself get drunk for a little bit, that's how good they were."

"Really? Concert hopping and rum? Sounds pretty tame."

"I caught a guy slipping roofies to his date. Waited till he went to take a leak, offered him a blowie and sucked his soul out through his dick. Cops got called when they found him comatose. They took his date out in an ambulance as well. Guy was a serial offender, and I thought an eternity of torment would be a little funny." She tapped her head. "I'm letting some of the rougher souls pass him around like a pack of cigarettes right now. They can be downright nasty when I let them have just a pinch of freedom.

"That sounds more like you... shit." Dana tossed the controller back to Lily. "I promise I'm better at this game when you're not watching."

"Uh huh." Lily's eyes smoldered for a second when she picked up the controller. "Let's see what happens when I enhance my reflexes and... fuck!" Promptly after the game loaded, the succubus had walked her avatar off the edge of a cliff. "I'm still a little buzzed is all."

"Take another turn, it's fine." Dana fought back a grin, but mostly because earlier she had walked off that same ledge. The next ten minutes consisted of Lily consistently dying in the game and swearing in several languages before tossing the controller back over to Dana.

"Told you it was hard." Dana turned off the console using the controller. "Do you want to play Mario or something easier?"

"Hardly." Lily turned sideways on the loveseat, one leg folding up and the other dangling off the edge. Her open thighs revealed that she wasn't wearing any panties, and her pubes were currently trimmed into the shape of a heart.

Dana rolled her eyes. "Okay, that's a little distracting."

"Hmm?" Lily looked down at her crotch, then back to Dana. "Oh, this? You like what you see?"

"Naia already helped me out earlier."

"Damn nymph," Lily mumbled. "I knew I should have come home sooner."

"Maybe you could actually stick around for once, and not just sneak in to give Mike wet dreams and binge watch Netflix with me." Logically, Dana knew she should feel a little hurt that Lily didn't visit her more often. Emotionally, she couldn't care less. There was just nothing there, a yawning void where some of her feelings should be.

"Romeo and I have been working on something, so it's mostly business." Lily shifted her hips and a pair of black panties appeared, hiding her vagina away. "Even he understands that I need my space."

"Does he though?" It was an honest question. Mike had been nothing but kind to Dana, and she felt a little guilty for how she typically ignored him. He occasionally checked in with her, but she rarely went to him unless she was hungry. Even though she had seen him with the others, she had never personally observed the dynamic between Mike and Lily.