Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 088

In Yuki's case, he could see the sparks become tiny motes of light that rode on the strands of her magic. Naia had him grab at those pieces as he unraveled a few of her threads just enough to begin weaving the new ones in. It didn't go unnoticed that some of that golden light clung to his fingertips, then danced along his arm until it disappeared into his chest.

Was this what Naia felt like when she did her soul swap? His had always been an automatic process, but now he remembered how she had given him specific abilities. If he mastered this skill, could he choose what he got from his future lovers, and what they might get from him in return?

His hand was on Holly's shoulder now, and she let out a gasp, then pulled his hand to her mouth and bit down on his knuckle. Distracted, he felt his mind shift to the writhing figure on the floor, and that familiar heat built up in his gut.

The house trembled as Grýla kept throwing rocks. A puddle of water formed in the fireplace, and Mike wondered if something had tried to squeeze its way in and had melted. Still, he kept fucking Holly while trying to fix Yuki. He was essentially edging himself with the elf, concentrating hard enough on the task at hand that she had already come three times beneath him, all the while begging for more. The wooden floor was covered in tiny sparks, and more than a few were made of gold.

Yuki relaxed during the process, eventually losing consciousness. He could see the changes happening inside of her as that golden light became a part of her, hoping against hope that he wasn't doing any permanent harm. By the time he was finished, he had managed to spread it out and weave it in with all the other threads he saw. Did soul magic always look like string, or was that just the way he saw it?

That should be enough, lover. He felt Naia's smile in the back of his mind, her presence now fading. The rest is up to her.

Satisfied, he turned his attention down to the sexual mess that was Holly.

"If you need to keep going, I'm game," she whispered, her voice hoarse from all the tiny shrieks she had made. She held up one of her magical cookies, revealing that she had taken a couple of bites. "Plenty of energy. Can go all night if you need to. Can even go find some lube if you wanna try butt stuff."

"Some other time." He pulled out of her and helped roll her onto her back. She sighed as he laid down on top of her, then placed his lips against hers. "Thank you for that. I can explain later."

"You don't need to explain anything to me." She ran a hand along his ass. "But I bet you want to finish."

He looked at the golden light that had accumulated on his skin, then shook his head.

"I would love to, but not inside this time."

"Your wish is my command." She reached down with both hands and started jerking him off. "But...could you kiss me while I do it? I kind of like how it feels, it's less...intense."

He pressed his lips to hers, their tongues sliding across each other as she stroked him with both hands. He was slick with her juices, and his long denied orgasm built quickly. With a loud groan, he blew his load, coating Holly's outfit in sticky ropes of glittering semen. Holly pumped him enthusiastically with one hand as she continued to kiss him with her other hand on the back of his head.

The sparks on the floor dissipated, and he collapsed on top of the elf with a grunt.

"Okay, you're too heavy," Holly protested.

"Sorry." He rolled off of her, immediately noticing the sticky mess that now covered both of them. It looked as if they had been attacked with hot glue and glitter. His magic dissipated, leaving him with a brutal headache.

A headache made worse by the continued pounding of stone against wood. Grunting, he stood, kicking off his pants before retrieving Santa's coat. His magic fired up again, concentrating in his fingertips as he walked over to the door.

He waited for another impact, then opened the door and stepped outside. The cold wind blasted him, but the accompanying chill was non-existent. He stepped outside, scowling at the grotesque figure who had carved large chunks of stone out from the yard. The snow was littered with all the rocks she had thrown, and Grýla paused, her head tilted to one side as she tried to scoop up another large rock.

His magic spun up like a cyclotron, and he could see it now, running down his arms and dancing across his fingers. The same golden nimbus Yuki had held now manifested across his fingertips, interwoven with blue and white streamers of light. Anger, frustration, and a desire to put Grýla in her place fueled him, the streamers hissing like hot oil as the magic rose to the challenge, eager to obey.

"What are you doing, food?" Grýla asked, her gaze stuck on Mike's exposed cock. Around them, creatures made of snow crawled toward him across the boulder strewn landscape.

"Giving you a taste," he growled, then threw his right arm forward as if pitching a baseball. The spinning light in his fingers turned into a hot ball of energy, then manifested as a blast of lightning that struck Grýla in her face. The giant howled, dropping a boulder the size of a beach ball and stumbling around in agony. She fell to all fours and fled, her cries filling the air.

Pain rushed up his arm, every nerve now tingling as if he had smashed his funny bone with a hammer. Spasms wracked his fingers, and he pulled his arm in to his stomach, cradling it like a child.

Seeing that the snowman house of horrors was nearly upon him, Mike retreated back into the house, slamming the door shut behind him. Holly sat on the floor, her eyes filled with awe as he shook his arm and flexed his hand, the pins and needles subsiding.

Jack, however, stared at him with a mixture of disbelief and suspicion.

"What are you?" she asked, one eyelid twitching rapidly. The pupil in that eye was dilated, making the whole eye look black.

"My name is Mike Radley," he said, realizing his coat was still open, his cock exposed. He clumsily pulled the coat shut, using the built-in belt to tie it. "And I'm the man who's going to save Christmas."

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