Home for Horny Monsters Ch. 098

They were at Naia's fountain when Cyrus abruptly turned toward Mike. "Okay, here's the deal. I'm going to try and break into your home, and I'm going to try damned hard. I assume you will find a way for me to remain in contact with you. It can't be digital. The Order monitors everything, and then they'll know something is up. And yes, they were telling the truth when they mentioned that someone outside our organization is watching us. Without knowing who it is, I don't want to put you all in additional danger."

Mike knew better than to bring up the fact that Eulalie had likely hacked everything the Order already owned. "I'm not too worried--"

"No. Don't blow me off. This guy has already taken out entire teams. He knows our movements, but we have no idea who he is. All we have is some grainy footage of a guy in a trenchcoat wearing a hat."

"Hmm." Despite the lack of description, that rang a bell for some reason. "Kisa, whom you've met before, is staying behind."

Cyrus nodded. "Can make herself invisible when she wants, that will be perfect."

"Also, we have someone on the roof who can hear everything you say. And on the porch as well. Communication will be one way, because once they interact with anything outside the geas, they can be seen."

"Good." Cyrus seemed to deflate a bit. "I am so sorry about all of...this fountain is impressive, has it always been here?"

"No." Mike looked at Naia's fountain. The nymph was busy making faces at the Order man from earlier who was inspecting the water as if he hoped to find some loose change. Despite the water in the fountain's basin literally bending in mid-air and forming into shapes, the man seemed oblivious. "It used to be much smaller, too."

"Fascinating." Cyrus gave Mike a weak smile and the tour continued. The mage no longer broke character as they finished their circuit of the house and ended up back at the gazebo. Lily was guiding the knight that had wandered into the hedge maze back out, her hand supporting his upper back.

"What happened?" asked Cyrus.

"He was unconscious. It could have been a few things, since we do have some fae residents in the maze that don't like being disturbed." The shit-eating smirk on Lily's face gave away that she had jabbed the man with her tail and knocked him out. Still, none of what she had said so far was false. "But he will be fine."

Cyrus nodded and waved down Wallace, who looked like he was ready to vault the railing of the gazebo. "It's okay," he shouted, then looked back at Mike. "Let's finish this discussion with the others."

"Agreed." They went back to the table and took a small break as Ingrid checked on the sleepy knight. Satisfied that the man hadn't been harmed or tampered with mentally, she rejoined the group.

"Well?" she asked.

"Mister Radley has agreed to give us access to the grounds. The individuals living here will not bother us as long as we don't bother them."

"But wouldn't it be easier for us to protect your property if we could set up inside?" Wallace waved at the large home behind them. "Looks like there's plenty of room."

"No." Mike crossed his arms. "The last time I let someone in without properly getting to know them, they got the Little Shop of Horrors treatment."

Both Ingrid and Wallace stared at him like they had no idea what he meant.

"You know, the musical? Starring Rick Moranis? It's a classic." He looked at Beth, who shrugged. "Regardless, your people can't stay here. If that's a deal breaker, too bad."

"Now, now, we can still accomplish our goal from outside." Cyrus looked directly at Ingrid when he said this. The woman relaxed, and looked back at Mike.

"Then that is your decision," she stated. "So let's discuss what we arranged. You and your group of...helpers will be given room and board at a special facility created for humans and cryptids alike that is shrouded from the public eye."

"It's a resort, Mike." Beth looked like she could hardly contain herself. "They built a safe haven for visiting dignitaries and cryptids. It's down by the beach and everything!"

Mike heard Lily emit a girlish squeal. When he turned to look at her, she pretended like it hadn't even happened.

"It'll be the VIP treatment, I assure you. I will be your personal valet while we're there," Ingrid said, then looked over at Wallace. "Well, we both will, but I think you've already figured out one of us is nicer."

Wallace shrugged. "I scored low on hospitality, but am great at mixed drinks."

Holding his emotions at bay, Mike studied Ingrid. This was clearly part of the ruse to lure him away from home so they could poke around. It made him angry that they were planning to deceive him, but he couldn't let it show. He had a job to do, and they were only a means to an end. Eventually, he shifted his gaze to Ratu. The naga gave him a slight nod.

If the Order wanted to play games, that was fine. He needed to figure out what was happening in Hawaii regardless of the bullshit they were about to pull, and already had an idea about how he was going to accomplish it.

"Looks like we're going on a trip," he said. "Naturally, when not pursuing the issue of my property, I assume we are free to wander the island?"

"Sort of. You will have an escort." Ingrid's face was all business now. "As an asset, we can't risk losing track of you."

"And by escort, she means us again." Wallace pointed at Ingrid then back at himself. "Once we step foot on the island, you're in our care."

"More like custody," Lily grumbled.

"I don't see why you would care," Wallace countered. "It's only him that we need. You can do what you want, if he even lets you come."

The grin that flitted across Lily's face genuinely worried Mike. It wasn't the snarky smile of a succubus holding back anger or a sarcastic remark. No, this was the look of a woman who absolutely, positively had decided that she was going to cause trouble.

"Of course I'm coming," Lily purred. "Interns get shit pay and no benefits. You'd better believe I'm taking a free beach trip. That, and you heard him. He likes my mouth."

Both Beth and Ratu snorted at this. Wallace seemed to find it funny as well.

"Good. If this is settled, then our flight leaves tomorrow morning. That should give you plenty of time to pack." Ingrid, unfazed by Lily's remark, stood and held out her hand. "If you think you can manage to be ready by then."

Mike took her hand in his own and smiled, seeing an opportunity for mischief. This woman knew damned well that they were setting him up, and he couldn't help but want her to get just a taste of the trouble that the Order was in for. His magic pulsed deep within him, and he sent a tiny surge of it into her body. Ingrid's pupils dilated for a moment and she inhaled as if surprised.

"I'll pack my bikini," he said. "In fact, I should probably make sure it still fits. Shall we?"

Beth, Ratu, and Lily bid the Order farewell and watched as they gathered up their crew and left. At least twice, Mike caught Ingrid staring at him, but she would look away at the last moment. Once the Order was gone, he headed inside without a single word, the others right on his heels. He waited until the door was closed before addressing them.

"They genuinely need our help in Hawaii," he began. "But are planning to break in here while we're gone."

"Did the old man tell you that?" Lily asked. "Because I got something similar from Rip Van Winkle in the maze."

"Yep. They put him in charge of the operation and it isn't sitting well with him."

"As it shouldn't." Ratu stared thoughtfully out the front window. "The Order isn't beyond this sort of duplicity, but it is rather uncommon."

"Well, he seems to be on our side for now, but needs his efforts to look genuine. Also, he's being watched and needs a discreet way to stay in contact with us. Thoughts?"

"I'll speak with Eulalie. We can set up a couple of rat portals in Hawaii, give us a way to go back and forth as we please." Lily smirked at the others. "That way, we aren't trapped there and can come home in a hurry."

"And I'll speak with Yuki about bolstering defenses. After meeting with them, I have a few ideas about their protective measures and think we can bypass most of them." Ratu winked. "They're going to wish they never set eyes on your house."

"Yeah they are." Mike turned to Beth. "I wonder if you're thinking what I am?"

Beth chuckled. "I'll talk to Jenny and see what she wants to do."

The drive back to the hotel felt much longer than twenty minutes. When they arrived, Cyrus announced that he wanted to have a meeting with his team regarding initial findings on the Radley home. Since Ingrid wasn't needed for this, she told the team that she needed to make some calls of her own and check in with the Director. The whole time, she was busy tensing her legs and trying not to feel the fabric of her pants against her crotch.

In those final moments at the Radley house, something had happened to her. It was like a long-built dam of desire had burst, and she couldn't remember the last time she had felt so damp below. Even worse, she couldn't get Mike's face out of her mind, nor forget the feel of his skin on hers. It had taken everything in her power not to melt down in front of the man, to find a reason to stay in his presence. On the ride home, she had checked herself for magical compulsions, psychic attacks, anything to explain her current state of mind.

She had come up empty. Her best guess was that Mike had somehow triggered her own natural desires, bypassing years of training and self control. Thinking back to his dossier and the rumor that the home contained a nymph, she should have been more careful. Nymphs could confer blessings that gave mortals supernatural powers, and it occurred to her now that Mike had likely used that magic to ensnare beautiful women such as his attorney.

Wallace silently followed her into the hotel, as if caught up in thoughts of his own. The man was her constant companion, someone she could rely upon to have her back whenever she needed it. The elevator ride to their two room suite was agonizing as Ingrid shifted, her thighs rubbing together. Wallace beat her to the room, swiping his card to unlock the door.

The moment the door was open, she pushed him forward, using her foot to close the door. Wallace looked confused at first, his eyes scanning the room for potential threats, but said nothing when she pressed him against the wall and forced her crotch against his. He was already rock hard, and she suspected she knew the reason why. Beth had been practically eye-fucking both of them throughout the entire meeting.

She and Wallace had been together long enough that this wouldn't be the first time they found sexual relief in each other's arms. There was usually a frantic energy to it, but even more so today. Ingrid slid Wallace's belt off in one smooth motion, but the knight was far less graceful. He simply grabbed her shirt and pulled, scattering buttons along the entryway and revealing her bra-covered breasts.

Ingrid managed to free his cock just as he grabbed her by the hips and lifted her onto the nearby counter of the kitchenette near the door. He pulled her pants down and the scent of her musk filled the air.

"Damn," he muttered, then buried his face in her crotch. Ingrid groaned, her fingers sliding through his hair as his tongue found her clit. Her whole body was hot, and she squeezed her own breasts, moaning when she discovered how sensitive they were.

"You're aware that they did this, right? Mike and Beth?" She looked down at Wallace, who paused his oral ministrations.

"And?" He looked up at her. "Doesn't matter where you get your appetite as long as you eat at home."

With that, he resumed snacking on her snatch. He was good at it, but not good enough to push her over the edge. She savored his attempts for a few more minutes, then pushed him away. Sliding off the counter, she grabbed his exposed cock and marveled at the heat of it. His cock dripped with precum that clung to her fingers, and she stroked him as she led him into the bedroom. He slid out of his coat and laid back on the bed, his arms outstretched.

"Good boy," she muttered, happy that he was content to let her take charge. She lowered herself onto his cock, momentarily quenching the flames inside her belly. Sex with Wallace was typically unremarkable, but the feel of his rigid length inside of her seemed to ground her chaotic libido.

Fucking Mike. She wasn't certain how, but she knew that he was responsible. It wasn't a spell, she knew that much for certain. Her body was warded at all times and she would have detected it. No, it was likely a manifestation of whatever the nymph had done to him.

She could picture him now with that stupid smile on his face, and the way the wind seemed to position his hair perfectly as if he was in a movie. His hands had been strong, yet soft to the touch. She could imagine them running across her shoulders and pressing her down onto the bed, ensuring that she achieved maximum penetration.

Ingrid would never mention that she had stared more than once at the bulge in Mike's pants and wondered just how big his dick was. That was a cock she wouldn't mind studying, and--

She shook the stray thoughts from her head and groaned, grinding against Wallace. When she rolled her hips just right, her clit would pop free from its hood. The knight had arched his back to allow her a better angle for this, and she dragged her nails across his chest. Tiny sparks appeared near her fingertips, the result of Wallace's own magical protection from harm.

Would it feel this way with Mike? Would she even be able to take his entire length at once? Why did these thoughts plague her so much? Her mind now filled with fantasies of Mike Radley, she shifted her hands off of Wallace and grabbed onto the headboard. The wood protested as she squeezed, and she rolled her hips even faster.

Would he take her from behind? Or would he force her to lie on her back and be subservient, like those women he surrounded himself with? What kind of lover would he be? Would she enjoy obeying his commands, or would she fight to be in charge?

Wallace grabbed her breasts, and she exploded, soaking both of them in cum. Other than a long, drawn out grunt, she remained quiet, not wanting to disturb anyone in an adjacent room. Her legs shook as she slid off of Wallace, then knelt down to take his length in her mouth. She jacked him off with one hand while sucking on the head of his cock, running her tongue across the sensitive flesh of his penis until his hips bucked. Moving her head away, she pointed his cock toward his stomach and watched in fascination as a copious amount of cum coated his belly. Ingrid hadn't seen her partner come this much in a long time.

"Damn," Wallace whispered, reaching down to touch Ingrid. She tilted her head away to avoid him. Sentiment wasn't part of the job and never had been. There had been a need and her partner had been there to fulfill it.

"I'm going to wash up," she declared, then left Wallace behind in his own mess. She went to the kitchenette and washed her hands, then used a rag to dry her crotch. This became an exercise in futility, so she opted for a quick shower instead, during which Wallace joined her. There was nothing sexual or romantic about it and the two of them were dry and dressed less than ten minutes later.

Ingrid pulled a tablet out of her bag and unlocked the device. Within minutes, she found herself looking at pictures and video footage of the Radley home. Not only had they collected data with body cams while they were there, but her team had installed cameras and mics across the property. After organizing the data, she initiated a video call with the Director.

In less than a minute, the man answered. The Director sat at a desk, his fingers steepled together as if he was deep in concentration. His military haircut was offset by the dark goatee he sported, and his unblemished skin had olive undertones that gave him a slightly ethereal look.

"Report." His voice was deep and smooth and made her think of a jazz singer.

"Initial contact established," she said, tapping the folders on her screen to send them over. The Director's eyes focused on a different part of his screen as he looked through the files she had just sent. Clearly something caught his attention, because a smirk appeared on his thin lips.

"Are they coming to the resort?" he asked.

"They are. It sounds like he's bringing an entourage, though." Ingrid opened up an image of Mike at the table with the others. "The woman in the white shirt is a local attorney, you should have a dossier on her already. The one with highlights is an intern, but we haven't figured out who she is yet. But the spiritual advisor is likely a cryptid, though I'm not sure what kind."

"Naga." The Director leaned off-screen and returned with a bottle of water. "It's mostly in the skeletal structure, but you can see her scales in a couple of these pictures, particularly along her neck and shoulders."

"Oh." Ingrid noticed them now, grinding her teeth in frustration. How had she not noticed them before? Mike's careless grin manifested before her, and she shook it off. How much of their meeting had been a distraction? Had it been intentional? Or was it simply the carefree act of a man who was clearly running a fuck farm at his house?

She hated to admit it, but she had clearly underestimated the man. In the future, she would have to be more careful. He was a wild card, that much was obvious.

"How many people is he bringing with him?" The Director motioned to someone off camera and was handed a stack of papers and a pen.

"I think the final number is five, if you include him."

"Hmm." The Director signed his name on the documents and handed them back. He pulled a file from beneath his desk and stared at it. "According to the intel we discovered, the house is protected by a gargoyle. Do you think he's bringing her in human guise?"

"I don't. And I believe the intel to be dated. Mike claimed to have a Jabberwock on the property and the truth stone confirmed it. I'm forced to believe that we are underprepared for this operation."

The Director frowned, then typed something on his computer. "A Jabberwock? Like from Alice?"

Ingrid shrugged. "I guess. Nobody saw it."

"Hmm." The Director stared into space for a few moments, then looked at her. "We'll redirect more assets to the house operation, then. The primary focus will be on gathering intel, and once Radley has resolved our problem out here, then we will move forward with operation Eminent Domain."

"Do you really think he'll just sit by and let you take his home?"

The Director chuckled. "He won't have much of a choice. Even if he escapes the resort, what's he going to do? Swim? Based on your notes, as long as he's alive, we have a shot at entry. This Historical Preservation Society was obviously a front for a cabal, but they detailed a ritual we can use to break the geas if we can learn how to bypass the lions. We have options, Sister Ingrid. Your only focus should be on keeping Mike contained while we utilize them."

"Understood." Ingrid watched the screen go black and sighed. She didn't know why, but she had a bad feeling that things weren't going to be as easy as everyone else believed.

Ratu climbed up the stairs, listening to the wood creaking softly at her passing. Her palm glided along the well-oiled railing until she was on the fourth floor. From there, she could look down at the foyer of the home. A pair of rats wandered by, followed by a yellow flash of light as Daisy shot through the house. Ratu licked her lips, tasting the scent of the home and rolling it along her tongue.